˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ my name is Solei but you can call me leilei, i go by she/her pronouns
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ my DMs are open!!
More about me :
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ i speak English and Haitian creole and i know French (im still learning).
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ Im Straight.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ im a black girl.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─
Interests:
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ Artists: Beabadoobee, Laufey, Frank Sinatra, Daniel Caesar, Faye Webster, Marvin Gaye, Childish Gambino, Michael Bublé, The smiths, John Coltrane, Fleetmac Wood, Sza, Sade, Ariana Grande
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ Shows: Teen wolf, Vampire diaries, On my block, Daybreak, Riverdale, Outerbanks, 13 Reasons Why, Olympo, Gilmore Girls, Julie and the Phantoms, Bunk’d, Bridgerton, Heart break high, My life with the Walter boys, Legacies, Gossip Girl, Supernatural, Never have I ever, Bet, Baby, DI4RIES, Emily in paris, Heated Rivalry
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ Movies: Through my window (1,2,3) , To all the boys I’ve loved before (1,2,3), Kissing booth (1,2,3), After (1,2,3,4), The notebook, Bones and all, Beautiful boy, 10 things I hate about You, Waves, How to lose a guy in ten days, Maze runner, John Tucker must die, He’s All that, Crybaby
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ Things i like: Pickles, Snickers, Baking, Cooking, Cats, Mexicans, Reading, Poetry, Strawberry shortcake, My bed, Dylan O’Brien, Tyriq Withers, Noah Centineo, Roman Reigns, Dominic Fike, Josh hutcherson
cw: slight bondage, oral (m!receiving), unprotected p in v, creampie!, Clark is whiny in bed <33
wc: 1.1k
Clark could easily break free if he wanted to. He can literally lift tons. A little rope isn't an obstacle. But he doesn't. He stays right where you tied him to the headboard, his fingers tingling with the itch to touch you.
Instead, he watches you, those pretty eyes on him and a knowing smile on your soft lips as you kneel between his thighs, lowering your mouth to kiss at his bare torso.
“Not fair,” he gasps, watching you move lower, your tongue teasing over his skin, leaving a trail of saliva as you go.
You reach his cock, already hard and leaking, and you give the tip a kitten lick. He grunts.
“Baby,” he says, voice strained. “Baby, please, be nice to me.”
You grin, seemingly amused by his desperation, but you give. “Have I ever not been nice?” you tease before taking him into your mouth.
Clark whines, feeling you hollow out your cheeks, your tongue pressing against his underside. “Fuck, you're perfect,” he murmurs.
He cranes his head down to watch you, the way you bob your head, his cock sliding in and out of your sweet mouth. You look so beautiful like that, it's a miracle he doesn't come at the mere sight.
He has the urge to reach down, push your hair off your face, maybe tangle his fingers in it and pull you away before his orgasm hits, but the rope keeps his wrists against the headboard. He groans, frustrated, and the sensation only increases when you glance up at him and wink, knowing exactly what he’s suffering through.
“Oh, God,” he moans, his hips rolling up to meet your mouth. “Honey, just you wait until I’m out of these ropes, see if you’re still teasing me then.”
But you know, as well as he does, that he’ll stay tied up as long as you want him to. Despite himself, he enjoys it, enjoys letting you take control for once and do what you want to him.
You take his cock deeper, the thick head meeting the back of your throat and making you gag. Clark grunts, hips bucking. You look up at him again, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes, your eyelashes wet with them as they splay over your cheeks.
His legs are shaking now, body tensing, the warmth in his lower abdomen growing. “Baby…baby, wait, you’re gonna make me —” He gasps when you gag again. “Don’t wanna come in your mouth. Please.”
You relent, pulling your mouth off him slowly, strings of saliva still connecting you to his cock until you wipe your lips with the back of your hand. “Where do you wanna come, then?”
Clark blushes, heat rising from his neck all the way to the tips of his ears and turning him pink. “In you,” he says, the words quiet.
You smile and he already knows what kind of smile it is. “In my what?” you ask, even as you move up, knees on either side of his hips as you straddle him.
His eyes fall down your bare body, taking in every inch of perfect skin. Your nipples already hard, the soft shape of your body, the apex of your thighs where you’re glistening with wetness. He can smell your sweet arousal and he barely keeps himself from grinding his hips up to yours.
“In…in your pussy,” he murmurs, blushing more, but it pleases you enough.
You reach down, grabbing his cock and aligning it with your entrance before sinking down on him. Your warm, wet walls envelop him, adjusting to his size, and he whines.
“Oh. Oh, God,” he gasps, voice cracking. “You feel so good. Fuck.”
When you’ve taken him all the way, his body jerks, the bed creaking as he strains against the ropes. He moans, rolling his hips a little to get some friction.
You mewl, leaning forward to brace your hands on his chest and keep yourself upright as you start riding him.
Clark can’t do much more but watch the way you bounce on him, his cock glistening with your slick each time you lift. You fit him perfectly, all the way to the hilt, like you were made for him. His eyes trail up, watching your tits jiggle with each move.
He aches to grab them, to knead at their gentle flesh and pinch your nipples. The rope around his wrists burns, the inability to touch you driving him to madness.
“Please,” he suddenly whimpers, eyes shutting tight, mouth filling with saliva at the mere thought of having your nipple in his mouth. “Please, I need to touch you.”
You just whine as you keep riding him, your nails biting at the skin of his chest. “No,” you say breathlessly, and he groans.
He feels insane, his body alight with an ache he hasn’t felt before. He’s doing his best to play by your rules, to let you take the lead for once, but his restraint is slowly withering.
He probably would’ve broken out of his ropes and flipped you over to fuck you right, had you not leaned forward, allowing your tits to press against his face.
It’s enough to keep him content. His mouth enveloping a nipple as he sucks on it eagerly, moaning, before moving to the other one.
He feels your hand slide between your bodies, and he knows that if he opens his eyes, he’ll find you rubbing your clit.
The thought makes him shudder and whine.
You’re gasping his name, thighs quivering and your pace stuttering as you get close to your own release. A warm coil tightens in your womb, threatening to burst, your body eager to reach your orgasm.
Clark bites on your nipple gently, his teeth dragging over the sensitive peak, and it pushes you over the edge.
You come hard, pussy clenching around him, hips moving messily against his as you ride out your pleasure.
“’m gonna come, gonna come,” he mumbles, shaking, before he follows. His cock twitches in you and thick spurts of his cum spill into your cunt, covering your gummy walls with sticky release.
The moment you’re done and collapse onto his chest, Clark easily breaks free of the ropes and his hands land on you, fingers tracing your skin like he hasn’t felt you in years.
“God, we are never doing that again,” he says, voice hoarse. “Never. I can’t take not touching you.”
Still, some part of him deep down wouldn’t be opposed to being tied up again.
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