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He doesn’t like to ask you for things. Favors are scarce, and always repaid. If you make him dinner, he makes you two. Doing his laundry leads to the whole apartment being deep cleaned. The dishes done. A nervous Clark handing you flowers, kissing your cheeks, and mumbling thanks.
And it extends behind closed doors. It’s always about you, because Clark was raised to be a gentleman. A nice boy. And nice boys don’t ask girls for blowjobs. Just the word makes him blush, and drop whatever he was holding. If you run your fingers over his belt, he coughs and pulls your wrists up. Kisses them, and smiles at you sweetly. It gets to the point that you’re worried he just… Doesn’t like it. And he’s just too polite to tell you.
“Do you not want me to go down on you?” You ask casually while you’re in an elevator, and Clark spits out his coffee. “Because I’ll stop asking, I just- I thought guys liked that.”
“No, I-“ He shakes his head, eyes fixed on the ceiling. “No-“
“No, you don’t like it?”
“No, it’s- I mean- I’d like it-“
“Clark, every time I offer you look like you’re going to have a panic attack.”
“Well, it’s-“ He rubs the back of his neck, eyes darting down to yours. “I mean- I’d like it. I would. But nobody wants that in their mouth.”
“Oh.” You blink at him slowly. “Well, I do.”
He looks like he’s been shot. “You do?”
“Yep.” You smile at him, and you didn’t know anyone could be that shade of red. “You’re cute.”
Clark coughs again. “Thanks. Are we- Sweetheart, you don’t have to like it-“
“I know. But I do.”
The elevator dings, and you take his hand. Stand on your toes, as a few other people walk inside. Whisper in his ear.
“You’ll see.”
His eyes widen, and you laugh. His fingers are almost digging into your hips, for the rest of the day.
And when you get to bed that night, he’s still nervous. He reminds you about five times that you don’t have do this, and looks more and more embarrassed every time you tell him that you know. And you really don’t care.
“Baby, I’ll be happy just going down on you, that gets me going too-“
“Clark.” You give him a stern look, running your hand up his thigh, and he swallows. “Do you want me to do this.”
His throat bobs, and he nods. You beam, resting your palm right above his bulge.
“Then please.” You lean down, sticking your ass in the air, and nuzzle his crotch. “Let me suck you off, baby.” Your lashes flutter, like you’re about to cry. “Please.”
Clark stares at you like he’s seeing an angel, and nods slowly.
You’re saying please so sweetly, your breath hot even through his pants. It’s almost like you’re putting on a little sex show, just for him.
He’s a man of willpower. Control.
But there’s nothing he won’t give you. And you seem to really want this, so-
“Yeah.” He rasps. “Yes. You- Shhh-“
He swallows a swear, throwing his head back as you squeeze him. His hips thrust up, erection already hard and forming a heavy tent. You watch him under your lashes, as you slowly undo his belt and slide down his pants, taking his boxers with him.
You’ve wanted to do this since the first time you so much as made out with him. When he pinned you against a wall, your hands over your head, and you felt him pressing against your thigh. Then you’d seen him for the first time—long and proud and thick—and the desire had only grown.
So you savor it.
You lick a long, slow stripe up his shaft, and Clark’s hand shoots into your hair.
“I- Sorry-“ He tries to let go, but you grab his wrist. Smile coyly up at him, as you wrap your lips around his tip, swirl your tongue around his angry red head.
Clark lets out a heavy breath, his fingers curling in the sheets and on your scalp as you slowly start to slide down his length. Until he bumps the back of your throat, and you choke slightly. He tastes like real, hard cock, and it’s a fucking drug. It makes your head spin, how big he is. You hope it makes you pass out.
He tries to yank you up, frantic worry pushing through his clouded lust, and you dig your nails into his thighs. Moan as lewdly as possible, because he’s heavy and hot in your mouth, and you need more.
“Baby, that’s- This is great, you don’t gotta-“
You whine around him, starting to bob your head up and down, and Clark lets out a loud, uncontrolled moan. You make a sound of pleasure, rolling your hips on the air to show him what it’s doing you, and he pants.
“Oh my- God-“ His hips thrust up, and that’s more like it.
He’s letting go.
You throw everything you have, into the blowjob. Your jaw almost unhinges, to take as much of him as you can, and your hand works his thick base when you can’t take it into your mouth. Whenever you choke on him, you let your fingers dip down to play with his balls, and he makes the most sweetly sinful sound you’ve ever heard.
Clark seems to be really trying to keep himself under some control. His moans of your name are long and desperate, but his hand is still just resting on your head. You want him to fuck your face, to let him use your mouth as a sheath for his beautiful cock. He works so hard. Puts everyone else first.
But this is about him.
So you look up at him under hooded eyes, drool slipping from your lips as you bob up and down his cock, and whine. Your hands have moved to just support yourself on his thighs. He’s throbbing, and your spit is mixed with his pre-cum, but there won’t be release until he takes it.
And Clark lets out a low sound of frustration. He thrusts up, and you gag on him again, but before he can stop to worry you’re moving. Snaking a hand between your legs to rub your clit, still watching him with your best, innocent eyes.
He breathes out your name, and you let your teeth graze against him. He jerks up again, slamming your head down, and a broken, cockdrunk sound you didn’t know you could make escapes your chest.
“Holy…” Clark’s hand moves, thumb tracing over your cheekbone. “You really- You fuckin’ love this.”
You smile at him, eyes pricking with tears, and you won.
Clark fully, properly, swore. So you won.
“Can I-“ He pulls your hair lightly, drawing you a little further up, and you hum. Nod around his cock, and fuck your hand between your legs.
That’s all it takes. Clark nods, sitting up on his elbows to watch you, and starts to properly fuck your face.
It’s messy. Wet and messy, making you lightheaded and your pussy clench around nothing as he stuffs your mouth. Your lips are swollen, your throat and jaw sore, and your hand on your clit starts to go limp as you put all your energy into breathing through your nose.
But it’s worth it, for the sight of Clark above you.
Completely, totally wrecked.
His eyes are blown out with lust, his mouth hanging open in one long, graphic moan of your name. His chest is rising and falling with ragged, short breaths, the thick column of his neck and bare, muscled skin of his body shining with sweat. His hand flexes in the sheets whenever you gag on him. His thrusts up to meet your warm, slick mouth are getting shorter and shorter every moment.
Low, broken praise of my pretty girl and so- so fuckin’ good escapes him, and can’t seem to tear his gaze from where your lips are wrapped around him. Where he’s jackhammering into your mouth, how you’re uselessly trying to hump the sheets, bunched between your legs. How tears are streaming down your cheeks, and you’ve never looked so dazed and happy in your life.
And he’s throbbing, on your tongue. His thighs tense under your hands, and he grunts your name.
“Gonna- Baby, I-“
You moan, pressing your face down further, and Clark’s hips slam up, his release spilling down your throat.
You swallow, best you can. But there’s so much of him, and a little bit of it escapes your lips. You wait until his hand releases its grip on your hair, and pull off with a soft pop.
Lick your lips clean, and smile up at him. As sweet as you can manage.
Clark stares at you, an almost animalistic gleam in his eyes as he watches you wipe your chin and smear his own cum on his thumb.
Take it into your mouth, and suck the same way you just did on his cock.
“God-“ He groans, dick twitching between his legs. “I feel like you get off on torturing me, sweetheart, you know that?”
You giggle, and pull his hand away. Hold it in yours, as you rest your cheek on his thigh. “Maybe.”
He laughs softly, like he really can’t believe you at all.
Then he looks to where you’re still squirming against the sheets slightly, trying to relieve your own pressure. His eyes flash.
You sigh, squeezing his hand. “Clark, you don’t-“
“Want to.” He teases, mimicking your tone from earlier. “Come on. Let me at her.”
You flush, and this was supposed to be all about him.
But he’s already getting hard again, just looking at you and begging to touch you. And who ever said there’s too much of a good thing?
“Okay.” You sigh, pushing up on your palms. “But just one.”
Clark hums, dragging you up until you’re straddling his lap. He kisses you slow and deep, groaning as he tastes himself, lingering on your tongue. You whine, and he chuckles.
“No promises.” He murmurs against your lips. “You know I like it.”