#clarksworld!

[murdrdocs]

need clark to let me suck on his fingers so bad you don’t understand ☹️

my godddd you're sucking on his fingers and at first he's letting it happen casually. you have a hand wrapped around his wrist, the other wrapped around his forearm—your fingers aren't touching by the way, nowhere close to touching. you're just sucking on a digit, singular, his pointer finger resting flat against your eager tongue. not too deep—pretty shallow, actually. and you're sucking for your own amusement.

you're being demure about it, almost apprehensively sucking on the single digit as if you're scared clark is going to pull his finger from your mouth, wipe your saliva onto his pants, and turn away just to strike up a completely different conversation topic.

that definitely won't happen, though. because clark is staring right at you through his black rimmed glasses, blue eyes attentive yet lidded beneath the glass pane. his nostrils flare every so often with deep, forced breaths, as if he's reminding himself to breathe. just as you are.

you don't know when it happens, but eventually, you sucking clark's fingers turns into him fucking your mouth. it starts slow, that you do know. just a gentle push and pull, the tip of his finger barely scratching the back of your throat. then it becomes feral. fingers fucking your mouth, pushing down on the back of your tongue just to feel the lurch of your body reacting to something you truly can take according to clark.

one finger becomes two. two thick fingers shoved towards the very back of your throat, the heel of his palm gently brushing against your bottom lip although the tips of his fingers are aggressively brushing against the back of your tongue.

you take it, of course you do. eyes pinched shut, eyebrows scrunched together, nostrils flaring with poorly controlled breaths. you put up a fight to control your irksome gag reflex, and while your efforts don't work most of the time, it's so worth it when your efforts are applauded with a whispered "good girl" from clark's end.

[murdrdocs]

at ur service….how do you think clark would eat it 😊😁

clark eats it eagerly. appreciatively. hungrily.

he presses his big hands into the back of your knees, presses your legs to your chest, and presses his face into your cunt until the tip of his angular nose is digging into your pubes. it's often his idea, even if it's not always communicated verbally. sometimes he kisses you stupid and you can feel him start to use his body to push you back against the bed, but then he stops himself.

sometimes you can feel the urge within him to sink to his knees and press your legs open. it comes as an energy that leaks out of his pores and hovers around the both of you. sometimes, he doesn't do anything about it. he waits until you ask him to give you head and then he grins, letting you see his dimples, and then kisses his way down your torso until leaves twin pecks on either thigh and then licks the arousal you've been leaking for him.

then there are the times where it's completely his idea. when he kisses you and, in between pecks, sweetly asks if he can give you head.

"can i please make you feel good?"

"do you want me to give you head?"

"can i taste you?"

"does head sound good to you?"

more often than not, the answer is an enthusiastic yes. and your enthusiasm affects clark, it feeds him.

either way, whether it be his idea or his/yours idea, clark still eats it like it's his favorite meal. (when he was pussy drunk and fucked out, he did tell you that your pussy was his favorite meal, right above breakfast for dinner)

he loves doing what pleases you—licking long stripes from your entrance to your clit, flicking his tongue back and forth over your erected bud, shaking his head side-to-side to really make you feel good—but sometimes he prefers having his own fun. and when it's left up to him, typically during the times where you're too spent to say anything, clark loves digging his pointed tongue in your entrance and tasting as much of you as he can.

he's so eager to lap up every single drop of you that he'll reach his fingers inside of you, scoop whatever he can get out on his fingertips, and force the digit into his mouth even while his tongue is still searching in your cunt.

[murdrdocs]

yeah he’s making you sit on it and do all the work but then thinks you’re half assing it and ends up doing the work himself whatever i don’t care actually

oh i have to block u.

god he definitely sucks his teeth and makes a big show of rolling his eyes before he digs his feet into the bed and fucks up into you. and when you lose your balance on top and end up laying on his chest, he has one big hand cradling the back of your head and the other holding your waist, and he’s telling you that he knows you were trying your best. the words should sound comforting but they’re just a little condescending to the point where the flush on your body is more so from embarrassment than heat.

[murdrdocs]

maybe i’m projecting but i think that clark 100% believes in “when you know you know”. he asks you to be his after the third date. he’s ready to move in together by the six month mark, though you have to move in months later because of your respective lease periods. you met his parents very early on, same with his coworkers and friends. and by a year, or a year and a half, he’s subtly asking you about ring preferences.

[murdrdocs]

clark kent massages your calves and feet while you both talk about the day you had. he also kisses your toes.

[murdrdocs]

this is clark trying to draw it out before he gives in and fucks you https://x.com/nthesadist/status/1864832223360188450?s=46

link (NSFW MINORS DNI)

ohhh anon im slowly puffing on a cigar in a velvet robe right fucking now my godddd.

he's holding on with extremely thinly veiled composure, basically ripping into your tiny shorts you wore just to tempt him. his fingers are pressing into the material, and you aren't sure if he's trying to rip your pants off or stop himself from ripping your pants off and fucking you then and there. which, with every time you drag your clothed and leaking cunt over his bare aching cock, you swear you can feel him fingers piercing further and further into the fabric.

and the thing is, in any normal situation, the two of you would only be doing something like this for something as silly as a bet (with nothing but pride on the line). you accused clark of never being able to say no to his princess, and he desperately wants to prove you wrong but so far he's not doing that good of a job.

[murdrdocs]

pornstar clark kent is the boy from the middle of nowhere and he doesn’t sound like it at all until he’s getting close and lost in a scene and he says some shit like “golly” or “goodness”

[murdrdocs]

ma and pa kent invite you over to cook on the grill one late summer afternoon btw. and they're so smitten with the way clark keeps a hand on your lower back or on your thigh. and the way you so gently bicker, never truly serious. and with the way you and clark look at each other.