roommate!clark kent fingering you to your videos ⋆˚꩜.ᐟ
clark tenses, quickly switching the tab on his laptop as soon as he hears your footsteps shuffle into your shared room. he tries not to seem too embarrassed or guilty of anything, though it probably isn’t working.
he wasn’t doing anything wrong, necessarily. i mean, you did upload those videos of yourself consensually, and he was a paying customer.
but it still felt wrong, somehow, to watch you touch yourself. you slept in the same room, for god’s sake. every night he could hear your soft breaths, see the outline of your body underneath your covers, and he wished that it was him touching you instead. but you didn’t know that he knew, and you couldn’t — it would just make things too awkward, cos’ jesus, imagine finding out that your roommate jerks off to you.
“hey,” he smiles weakly, sitting up straighter as you come in. he clumsily pulls a blanket over his lap to hide his growing erection. “what’s up?”
you arch an eyebrow, sliding your bag off your shoulder. “hi, clark. you good?”
clark immediately nods. “of course i am, i’m perfect, yeah. good. really good.” he clears his throat and hopes his face isn’t flushed.
you smile like you know something he doesn’t, eyes darting to his lap before going back up to his face. “what are you up to?” you ask casually, making your way over to him to peer at his laptop.
he laughs nervously and scratches his neck. “me? nothing. look, it’s just cute cat videos, because i love cats. aren’t they adorable?” he shows you the open tab on youtube, a bunch of kittens rolling around.
you laugh. “yeah, cute.” you slowly move your hand to the mouse, moving it around on the screen. you feel him stiffen up beside you. you click on the next tab, feigning curiosity. “what’s this one?”
clark scrambles to tilt the laptop away before you can see, “uh, nothing, it’s — oh.” he was too late, and now you were on a screen playing your video, the big image of your open cunt flashing in front of you. you grin.
“i didn’t mean to,” he rushes to explain, cheeks coloured a shade of red you’d never seen before. his hands move wildly in the air, desperate. “i mean, i just accidentally clicked on it, i didn’t even know you had an account, and —“
“clark,” you interrupt, laughing quietly. “it’s fine.” he pauses, looking at you bewilderedly.
“yeah,” you smile easily. “of course it is. the only thing i’m upset about, though…” you say as you slowly lower yourself onto his lap, back to his chest. he makes a small noise, of protest or pleasure, you don’t know. “…is that you’ve been getting off to videos of me, without me.”
you feel him gulp and exhale behind you. “y/n…”
“i mean,” you continue, sliding off your socks and pants, till you’re left in just your underwear. clark’s breathing gets a little louder. “it’s pretty rude, don’t you think? i’m right here. you can use me anytime you want.”
you turn around slightly to look at him — parted lips, gasping, a mixture of shyness and pure, unbridled desire in his eyes. you turn back to the screen and click to make the video play, taking his hand and sliding it onto your thigh. his breath hitches.
immediately, the soft noises of your pleasure from the video fill the room. clark’s fingers curl on your thigh. “clark,” you breathe, twitching. “make me feel good, please. better than i can do myself.”
clark exhales, a quiet, nervous “okay, baby,” coming out on his breath. he slowly moves his hand to your panty, one big finger pulling it to the side.
“don’t be nervous,” you assure him, twitching as he presses his thumb onto your soaking wet cunt, testing, feeling. “just relax.”
he slowly moves his fingers around for a bit, taking in the feeling of your warmth on his skin. then he moves his hand up to your clit, touching it gently. when you let out a soft gasp, he asks softly, “you want me to play with this?”
you nod. he starts off slow, rubbing the pad of his thumb around on your nub. you moan softly, squirming under his touch. “more,” you mumble. “please.”
clark grunts in reply, starting to add more pressure into his circling, rougher, faster. his hand jerks with the effort. you gasp, trembling. your eyes close as you lean back. “oh, clark — oh!”
that seems to spur him on as he continues rubbing, pinching, pulling on your clit. his breathing is as fast as yours, all his reservation gone in favour of making you feel good. you feel him hardening beneath you, and that makes you shudder.
“baby,” you breathe in between whimpers, hips starting to jerk. “inside — inside of me too, please, mmmgh.”
“of course,” he murmurs, sliding his other hand up onto your centre. he pushes one finger into your folds, and it’s so big that your vagina takes time to adjust it to it. you groan and arching your back as he curls his finger inside you, immediately hitting that sweet spot you needed.
clark adds more, two, three fingers, pumping inside you languidly while his other hand continues to work on your clit. you’re fully shaking now, throbbing and aching and spluttering his name as you thrust against his fingers. “oh, baby,” you moan as he pumps in and out faster, hitting your g-spot everytime. the pads of his thumb squeeze and rub your slippery, puffy clit. “you’re so good, fuck, you’re so — you’re so good at this.”
he lets out a deep moan at that, dick aching with need. your hips jerk upwards, and he knows before you even say it. “i’m gonna come, clark.”
“come for me then,” he says, voice strained. “please.”
and that’s all it takes, the fight leaving your body, trembling of it’s own record as you melt back into his chest. you moan loudly as your release takes over you, eyes rolling back in your head as you spurt out white hot droplets. they land everywhere. on the laptop, the table, his hands.
you pant, eyes slowly opening as you feel his hands slide out of your cunt, resting on your thighs. “how was… how was that?” you mumble, teasing edge back in your voice. “better than doing it yourself, wasn’t it?”
“much better,” clark exhales, thumbs lazily slipping back down to gently play with your folds. “you’re so good, so beautiful, i —“ he shudders softly. “god, you’re perfect. i need to fill you up.”
you grin. “fill me up, huh? fine, i’ll let you do it, only on one condition.”
you press your lips to the shell of his ear. “we film it for my viewers.”
