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pornstar!clark x pornstar!reader | genre: smut | wc: 1.3k | view profile

warnings: explicit sexual content (18+), f!reader, rough sex, spanking (light), panty pulling, unprotected sex (within filming context), clark finishes on reader, overstimulation, nsfw language + themes.

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By the time the video picked up, Clark was already fucking you hard enough to make the bed shake. You were face down on the mattress with your ass pushed up for him, bra still on, panties dragged off to one side. The setup was supposed to sell some rushed little quickie, one of those cheap, overused porno scenarios where nobody bothered getting fully undressed because apparently there just wasn’t time.

Clark didn’t care about any of that.

What he did care about, though, was the way your ass kept meeting his hips.

He stood behind you at the edge of the bed, driving into you over and over while you pushed right back, keeping pace without needing to be told. His hands locked around your hips, pulling you onto his cock as your body bounced against him with every thrust. He felt each impact through his grip, but all of his attention remained fixed on the movement beneath him.

Your panties only made everything impossible to ignore. The lace thong stayed crooked across one side of your ass, stretched tight where it still clung to you and twisted where he’d shoved it aside. Each stroke tugged the fabric a little higher, the thin strip shifting against your skin every time you took him deep again.

And you kept doing it. 

Meeting him thrust for thrust. Taking every hard snap of his hips and sending your own back for the next one, making it worse. Better. Harder for him to remember there was a camera pointed at either of you. Clark watched as you arched your back for him, leaning forward until your chest pressed deeper into the mattress, opening yourself up for another hard pass. Then another. Your ass lifted higher beneath his hands like you were giving him more room to fuck you, and something about the sight of it made him sink into the moment completely.

His grip tightened around your hips first, fingers digging in as he pulled you back onto his cock. Then one hand lifted.

The first smack cracked through the room. Your ass jolted beneath his palm while his cock stayed buried inside you, the impact making everything move around him. Clark watched it happen, watched the soft recoil of your body, the way your back dipped a little lower like the sting had only made you want more.

So he did it again.

Another sharp slap landed across the same cheek, louder this time. Your body jumped beneath his hand, but your rhythm never faltered. You only pushed back onto him harder, pulling a groan from his chest. Clark did it again without slowing, his palm coming down as your hips kept working against his.

Every reaction pulled him deeper into it. The louder you got, the harder he fucked you, and the harder he fucked you, the more your body gave back. It built between you, each response feeding the next until the control he usually kept so firmly in place started slipping.

His fingers bit into your hips as he drove into you faster, each motion pulling another sound from you until one hand left and caught the lace bunched across your ass. He wound it around his fist and pulled it taut, drawing your thong higher before using it to pull you back onto him. The next one landed heavier, and so did the one after that, each pull bringing your ass straight into his hips while he pushed forward to meet you. 

Your voice climbed with the pace, each sound coming quicker as your back arched farther and your thighs tensed beneath you. Still, you kept pushing back, kept taking him, even as the pressure building inside you started to ruin your rhythm.

Clark could feel how close you were in the way you kept tightening around him, gripping harder every time he yanked you back by the lace and buried himself again. And knowing it only made him lose more of that control. His thrusts got deeper, harsher, each one knocking another sound out of you while his fist stayed twisted tight in your thong. He kept dragging you back and pounding into you without easing up, your body winding tighter around him until every stroke pushed you closer to the edge.

He thought the sight before had been bad enough, damning even, but now he knew better. Clark was so caught up in the way your body met his—the way your ass lifted for him, making the fabric bite into your skin as more of it disappeared into his fist—that he almost missed the way your sounds started changing. They pitched higher, grew messier, breaking apart with every movement between you. Then your back arched differently. Your ass snapped back hard against him once before your rhythm broke, stuttering against him as your thighs went tight and started shaking.

You came around him like that, crying out while your pussy clamped down hard enough to pull a ragged breath from him. Still, he didn’t stop. Didn’t miss a single beat. The lace strained across your hips as your body jerked beneath him. Every time you pushed back or tried to move with the force of your orgasm, he pulled you closer without realizing it, keeping you right there on his cock while he drove into you again. He wasn’t thinking about the fabric anymore. Wasn’t thinking about how far he’d stretched it or how much pressure he was putting on it.

He was thinking about the way you sounded. The way your ass kept trying to meet him even while your legs shook. The way you kept squeezing around him, wet and tight and still taking every hard thrust he gave you. Every pulse around his cock dragged him closer until his own movements started getting rougher, less controlled, his hips slamming into you while your orgasm kept working through your body.

Then he pulled you back onto him again, harder than before.

Snap.

The lace gave in his fist, the sound cutting clean through everything before a little yelp jumped out of you. But even then, you didn’t stop fucking him. Your hips kept working, pushing back onto his cock with the torn fabric hanging loose around you, and that was enough to send him over.

Clark started to come with a rough, broken groan, his fist tightening around what was left of your thong as you kept fucking yourself back onto him. His hips lost whatever rhythm had been left, chasing the feeling instead as your body kept meeting every desperate rut. Somewhere in the middle of it, he swore he apologized. Thought he managed a strained, “Sorry,” but it was hard to tell when the word disappeared beneath your sounds and the relentless movement of your hips.

It nearly took him under completely before he remembered the scene. Remembered what he was supposed to do. More through sheer luck than any real will of his own, he slipped free at the last possible second, one hand keeping you steady while the other wrapped around his cock and stroked him through the rest of it.

His groans came out loud and unrestrained as thick, hot cum spilled over your ass. There was more than either of you expected. Some landed higher across your lower back while the rest gathered over the curve of you and slowly slipped toward the torn lace at your hips. The camera moved in close behind you, catching every filthy trace he’d left on your skin. You stayed arched on the mattress, still trying to catch your breath, while Clark stood over you with his chest heaving, eyes fixed on your ass like even now, after everything, he still hadn’t seen enough.

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creampie kink (I) - p*rnstar!clark

pornstar!clark x roommate!reader | genre: smut | wc: 913 | view profile

warnings: explicit sexual content (18+), f!reader, unprotected sex, creampie kink, dirty talk (reader to clark), cum spreading, begging, orgasm control (barely), overstimulation, nsfw language + themes

“Just the tip,” you’d said, like that would somehow make a difference. Like it would undo the dozens of times he’d been deep inside you. On camera. Off camera. Bent over the couch. In the shower. The kitchen.

Still—Clark had nodded.

Agreed.

The video opened with you already on your back, legs spread open for him like it was nothing new. His cock was hard, flushed, leaking, pressed right up against your entrance. That first little nudge. Just a tease. Just a taste.

Clark held the camera in one hand, the frame tight on the part that mattered most—where he was thick and twitching, where you were wet and open. His other hand gripped his base hard, trying to keep himself from sliding in too far.

He had told himself it’d be easy, that it wasn’t anything he hadn’t done before on set. But what he miscalculated was you.

The way you looked laid out like that. The way you pulsed around the head of his cock. The way your voice hit when you started talking to him.

“That’s it,” you said, soft and slow. “Just the tip, remember?”

He dragged back, inching out until just the swollen head caught at your opening, then pushed back in with a low groan.

You tilted your head back, eyes fluttering before landing right on him again. Your voice came low and smooth, made for the camera but aimed only at him.

“Even a little bit feels so good, doesn’t it?”

Clark exhaled hard through his nose, the muscles in his arm flexing as he held himself back. His hand shifted slightly, adjusting the angle, making sure the camera caught everything—the mess between your thighs, the way you sucked him in like your body couldn’t help it.

“Your cock looks so good like that,” you whispered, smiling as you pulsed around him again. “All thick and red. You like that, don’t you? You like watching it.”

He did. Too much.

Clark leaned back slightly, shifting for a cleaner view. His fingers slipped off his base until only two rested there to guide him—one on each side, just enough to keep himself steady. He moved slow at first, careful, the tip dragging through your heat in tight, teasing passes.

You reached down, fingers brushing his as you spread the slick between your bodies. You pressed in a little firmer, dragging it all the way down his shaft, coating him in it, fingertips gliding over every thick inch he was trying so hard not to bury inside you. 

He groaned, quiet and raw. The kind that caught in the back of his throat.

His hips twitched and he slipped a little deeper, grunting at the feel of it—your walls squeezing him tighter the second he sank past the head. He caught himself, pulled back fast, jaw tight.

Then did it again two strokes later.

He was trying. But every time you clenched, every time your body hugged him like that, it was like your pussy was trying to drag him all the way in.

He couldn’t help it.

The pressure hit him all at once. His hips jerked, and he pulled back just enough for the first thick pulse to hit your clit, cum streaking across you. His voice got louder, less controlled, the sound scraping out of his chest before he slipped back in.

The slide was messy, wet with his release, and the noises coming from him were nothing but need—short, rough breaths as his hips pressed forward again, chasing the feeling instead of stopping it. His hand dropped between you without thinking, fingers finding your clit, rubbing hard, spreading his cum everywhere as he worked you through it.

Your moans climbed, sharper, louder, each one catching higher in your throat.

He was still trying—still keeping himself right there at the edge, just the tip. But he was already gone. His cock kept nudging deeper, your body pulling him in before he could stop himself.

The tension sat between you, thick and obvious.

You felt it. He felt it. Neither of you said a word until you finally broke, the restraint snapping clean.

“Clark,” you said, voice unsteady. “I want more. Give me more.”

You begged him for it, hips rocking up, hands gripping his wrist like you were trying to drag him in yourself.

“Please.”

That did it.

Clark let out a low sound and gave up completely. He buried himself to the base and fucked you like he was made for it. Full strokes now. Deep. Filthy. His hand dug into your thigh, holding you open for him, keeping you exactly where he needed you.

Every time he bottomed out, it was a reminder—“just the tip” had never really stood a chance. Not with you sounding like that, or how tight and hot you felt, or the way your body clung to him like you were trying to keep him there.

The camera was still rolling when it hit you. Your body arched, trembling, breath catching as you came around him, hard. He felt it. Watched it. The way your thighs shook. The way your cunt pulsed around his cock like you wanted more even as it wrecked you.

Clark’s breath came rough, chest rising hard as he finally pulled out of you. He glanced down at the screen, then back at you, a crooked, knowing smile already forming.

“So much for just the tip,” you whispered, still shaking from the way he’d left you.

He huffed out a breath, almost a laugh.

“Maybe we’ll get it right next time.”

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