‧₊˚ ⋅ile༘⋆

Clark found you in the bath, completely surrounded by bubbles and what could only be the biggest, roundest bath bomb he'd ever seen in his life. You looked completely content, with your eyes closed as you submerged yourself face up in the water, letting the outside world fade away.

This was where you belonged: in the water. Where you could float all day long and just let all of your worries melt away.

You didn't even notice him leaning against the doorway, looking down at you with the widest smile, his dimples on full display.

"Well, someone looks happy." He sat down next to the bath, not caring if his shirt got wet as he leaned over and took your hand in his, an action you immediately reciprocated, your hand lightly squeezing his—a wordless hello.

You both stayed like that for awhile, simply existing together in mutual silence.

"Dude—"

"You did not just call me dude." He sounded offended, maybe a bit dramatic, but still offended nonetheless.

"Would you rather me call you bro?" You giggled and sat up, not caring to hide your body from him. He'd seen it before anyway, and you watched as his gaze flickered down to your exposed breasts before snapping back up to your face.

"The love of your life has a nice ring to it, actually." His gaze flickered down again, unashamed.

"Dude, stop staring at my boobs."

"You know I was going to, but since you called me 'dude' again, I've decided not to."

Your expression fell blank. "Oh, wow. My boyfriend is a pervert."

"For your boobs? Yeah, I mean, look at them. Absolutely perfect."

You rolled your eyes and leaned forward, unplugging the drain and then standing up.

"You're a dork." You snorted.

Clark didn't hesitate to grab the closest towel and hand it to you, watching as you wrapped it around your body. He stepped back, letting you step out of the tub without issue. "You know I actually heard that letting your body dry naturally is really good for your skin."

You stared at him, unimpressed. "No, you didn't."

"No, I didn't."

𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗎𝗍... ﹙ 🪷 ﹚

it happens so many times.

but it's not his fault, okay? eating your pussy just shuts his brain off. like his whole fucking body just relax. it's the only time he's not thinking about shit. just warmth and wet and you.

and he's down there for hours so yeah he gets sleepy. your thighs are so soft around his head he can't hear anything outside them. just the wet little sounds and your breathing. your smell is all over his face and he loves it. loves sucking your clit slow and lazy, tongue flat and heavy. groaning into you just to feel you shake.

he already made you cum twice. he's on his knees on the floor, face pressed into you so deep his nose is smushed against your pubic bone, drool and your slick all down his chin. you're gripping his hair tight, grinding down on his mouth.

fuck you're so close.

right there right there right there—

his tongue slows.

his jaw goes slack.

huh?

he fell asleep already.

mouth still open. lips still wrapped around your clit, sucking weakly. letting out soft little snores.

it's okay. you already got permission. he said you can use his face to get off if he ever fall asleep.

so just grab his hair and ride his face until you cum. use his nose, his tongue, whatever. he's out cold. won't wake up until you're shaking.

"oh. i fell asleep again, didn't i?"

masterlist.