My Velvet Underground

she plays with his hair and then turns his head to get a view of his facial expression, seeing it slapped all over his face when he was trying to hide an emotion or when he needed the validation. she looks into his eyes and finds both. observes the pout, the glint in his eye that told her that her answer will determine everything.

“of course. you’ll always be my baby boy. you know I never get tired reminding you how loved you really are. especially by me,” she answers. plays with a curl while clark takes it in, tries to swallow more of his dreaded thoughts down that keep wanting to burst.

“yeah, yeah but you only want… me? you don’t ever look at other guys and think they could… I don’t know, kiss you better than I do? I’m a lot. I just feel like I’m too much sometimes.”

she squints and tries to ponder how to answer such a foolish, nonsense question. but she nevertheless was still proud of him for always spelling out his worries so clear.

“clark. clark look at me.”

his lip wiggles just at the commanding tone, ripping his head up and hoping he can outrun his impending tears.

“I will never,” she grabs his face and smooths her thumb right under his eye, “have never thought of anyone else that could somehow measure up to who I have laying down on me right now. not ever. baby what would make you think that? you can tell me.”

the moment is still fresh in his mind. clark has hit pause and play and has replayed it so many times he gets sick at just the mere thought of it.

watching one of her coworkers laugh too loud at one of her jokes. compliment her for her homemade brownies she brought in and left for everybody in the breakroom. brushed off a stray piece of her hair that landed on the back of her shirt. clark feels steam coming out of his ears knowing he’s around her for eight hours a day, five days a week. when clark comes to her work to drop off some lunch for her, that same bald head is leaning in, completely hovering into her space with the help of some piss poor work excuse for why he’s invading her space. it disgusted clark. it made him want to lash out, get territorial, punch the man through the wall and then cry and suckle on his mommy’s tit until she forgave him for acting so out of line.

she couldn’t help how sweet she naturally was. it was what made him fall for her, open up to her about all of his struggles so easily. she was a magnetic force that could unfortunately attract more guys than just clark.

“I just get scared that you’ll see the best in someone else. you’re the most beautiful woman, and other men have eyes that—that frankly I want to gouge out for even trying to get a good look at you,” he rolls his own eyes, pressing his lips together to hold more back. “I want to protect you as much as you always protect me.”

“baby, baby is this about—“

“I saw him,” clark uncontrollably interjects. “that co-worker. you know the one. I saw him looking at your chest. and he uses any excuse to—to touch you, and I just want to know that you’re all mine and I’m all yours, and that no one like him’s gonna get between us,” his voice cracks. a tear escapes from his eye and she wipes it off and keeps petting his hair, nodding her head in understanding.

“I’m telling you right here and right now, he is gross. to me, to a lot of the women around the office. I’m pretty sure he’s invited most of them to his boat on weekends and it creeps me out. he has tried to ask about my personal life before,” she goes on. clark’s grip on her thigh gets tightened unconsciously. “I’ve told him that I’m in love. I have someone at home that I’m never letting go. no one could kiss me better than you. no one could fall asleep between my legs and look as cute as you do.”

“mommy…” clark smiles, embarrassed as he sniffles and wipes another tear out from his eyes. “I just have to be your… your good boy, and I wanna please you. wanna be the best I can be for you so you don’t start looking anywhere else. I know you’d get a lot of options, takers.”

“no one that could ever replace or compare to what’s right in front of me.”

she swallows up a sob that threatens to leak from clark’s throat as he helplessly kisses her back, moaning in her mouth as she ducks her head and lets her hair fall down around his face.

clark rubs her extended knees and quiets down more into the kiss the wetter it gets, tongues enmeshed in a brawl as he smoothly licks into her and tangles the tip of his with hers.

“I love you mommy.”

“I need you so much mommy.”

“can’t let anyone else have you.”

“I’m gonna be the only one.”

clark whimpers out strings of promises while he tugs at her shirt and latches right onto a nipple and suckles, humming like he’d been thirsty all this time. he gently laps at the bud and bites down just as gently too, going back in for a lick and a suck.

“maybe he can look at your chest and dream about it but what he can’t do is this.”

he eyes her, flicks his tongue and slips more of the fat of her breast in his mouth, leaving spit all over her as she vehemently nods in agreement.

clark keeps nursing like her tit is medicine for an everlasting fever. the animosity and the rage and the envy gets spat out and replaced with gut wrenching tenderness, a new wave of appreciation and even more love than was already there before.

“he wishes he could suck on them. he wishes he could suck your clit too. but I do.”

clark’s voice rasps and shakes, like he’s still convincing himself it’s real for him. he already has her. he doesn’t have anything more to prove.

once his mouth goes back in he has quiet tears running freely from his closed eyes, humming with bittersweet enjoyment as he drunkenly sucks and trades off on each tit. feels his cock angrily flip upwards and roll up to his belly.

“only you. only you baby boy. never gonna be anyone else.”

clark’s eyes are still shiny and wet. the blue hue looks a lot darker. he still catches up to his runny nose with little sniffles.

“mommy only wants me?”

“mommy only loves you.”

clark leans up to gasp through a hiccuped sob, crying against her neck while he still layers kisses upon kisses and moves up and down her throat and then lands right back onto her lips.

“don’t let any creeps think they can just up and take me away from you. and so we’re clear, to be frank with you too, I’ve also thought about gouging those ugly fucking eyes out of his whenever he tries to stare at me.”

hearing that makes clark smile, chuckle. “I can make that happen.”

“mhmm. you’ll arrange that for me?”

“oh yeah. you won’t even have to look at him on monday.”

she snorts out a long laugh at him, the laughter stretching her out and having her lie all the way back on her pillow. clark eagerly crawls up to the head of the bed to kiss her again, eat up the rest of her giggles as he maneuvers himself on top of her.

“do you feel any better, baby? be honest,” she asks. trails kisses down his stunning jawline, even going in and licking along his throat.

“I feel amazing,” clark breathes. “knowing I’m for you and you’re for me. and we can let them know. I can let them know.” clark murmurs like it’s a matter-of-fact.

“yeah? how are you gonna let them know, baby boy?”

clark just keeps his eyes on her the whole scoot back down, palming her knees and spreading them apart to accommodate his frame. kisses her clit through her panties after pulling down her sweatpants’ waistband so they were below her ass.

“you’ll see.”

after clark spends a good hour with her clit riding on his face and getting suckled by his mouth, she cums a few times and they both get so riled up and ultimately sated that they each pass out while clark remains in position. face first in her pussy, one arm outstretched over her belly. he let a few more tears go after her first orgasm, feeling more blessed to be chosen and to be validated and cared for. it pained him so much to see a stranger trying to talk to her like he knew her, touch her with no sense of boundaries or manners. hates that he’s seen the bald man even pretend he doesn’t know how to work a printer just so he could get her to bend over and ‘help’ him.

the next week comes around and clark shows up with a foot long sandwhich, a cookie, and a mini bundle of flowers to her work. meets her at her desk across from the touchy feely bald guy’s desk.

“hey baby,” clark greets. coming in for a loving kiss that he purposefully drags out, lets the smacking of their lips get a little loud to mark his claim. “I brought you lunch. these flowers were looking at me too. reminded me of you.”

“you’re so cute, clark. thank you,” she eagerly accepts his handful of gifts, setting the flowers down and taking the food to put next to her empty lunchbox. “I have a vase that’s gonna go perfect with these.”

clark can see the other man side eyeing them in his periphery. sitting in his envy, pretending he’s getting worked up about something on his computer, but clark knows it’s because it’s blatantly right in front of him that she’s fucking taken.

“I can fill that up with water for you. don’t get up, baby you’re already working too hard.”

clark dismisses any of her giggling and attempts at letting her set the flowers up, grabbing the vase and heading off to the hallway’s water fountain to fill it up. he comes back and takes the flowers out of the plastic wrapping, setting them down while they sit and start to bloom so pretty.

clark looks down and even sees one of her shoes untied and doesn’t think twice to get on a knee and grabbing her laces to tie them back up for her.

“can’t walk around with your shoes like that, you could trip,” he murmurs. doesn’t try to even hide his sneaky kiss on her knee while he gets back up and then kisses her face a few more times. showing off to the guy six feet away who’s been awkwardly clearing his throat, glancing over at them, likely wishing he could touch her in all the ways he is. clark even pulls up a chair to her cubicle, has her rest a leg in his lap while he gently squeezed and massaged the muscles above her ankle. takes the sandwich he prepared for her and holds the napkin in one palm as he fed every bite directly to her, ensuring she never had to so much as lift a finger to wipe her mouth. he does it all for her.

“I hope you like it,” clark says, sheepishly smiling as he watches her moan into another indulgent bite.

“like it? baby, I love it.”

clark laughs and wipes her mouth again, grabbing her drink and handing it to her so she can wash some food down. “you’re happy? getting full? I don’t want you to have to work hungry.”

the PDA could have disgusted or charmed anyone, how clark dotes on her and ducks his head into her. how she plays with his hair and even calls him a good boy. the coworker sits in silence, watches it all happen in front of him, never getting up to leave the scene and never making a move to speak. all’s he does is stare, fold his arms, clear his throat and scratch his bald head, pretending any anguish stems only from work. certainly not from seeing clark come in and be all over her, to be the submissive, loving caring boyfriend that had all of her preferences memorized and got to kiss her as loud and long as he wants.

clark even plays dumb and pretends his watch is broken, putting on some puppy dog eyes to plead for her to try and fix it for him.

“you’re better at this stuff than me, baby. I need help.”

he acts helpless and moans on purpose, ducking his head into her shoulder while she rolls her eyes and laughs, taking his wrist and finding he just needed to turn the gears so it was back on the correct hour.

“thank you so much, thank you. thank you,” he emphasizes again, a pointed look at her under his glasses before he leans in and kisses her temple, then her forehead, then her lips. it puts a bigger grin on clark’s face when he hears a scoff, the screech of a chair before the bald man gets up and storms to the men’s restroom.

“you did all of this on purpose, didn’t you,” she laughs, scratching his scalp and running her fingers through his mop of floppy hair while clark just shrugs and plays dumb. says it might’ve been planned, might’ve not, but he’s more than happy with the outcome regardless of his intent.

later that night clark yells and cries while he pounds her, kisses her, cums inside her. she shushes all his whimpering and lets him plant his face back into her breasts so he can soothe himself with nursing. he calms down and eventually pulls out, leaving her pussy a wet, shiny mess that he hears before he even sees.

“I need to clean you up, momma,” he murmurs. doesn’t wait for any response before he’s getting down to shove his face back between her legs and eats the cum right out of her, humming and slurping while she combs his hair and calls out his name while he licks her sensitive clit.

“all mine. all mine. and I’m all yours,” clark breathes out to her pussy. gives kitten licks between each and every word. his tongue is all wet with his own cum and all her fluids mixed and combined together as one.

“that’s right, baby boy. no one between us. no one to ever tear us apart.”

“never,” clark whimpers, sliding himself back up to the head of the bed and kissing her, long and deep, possessive and sloppy. “my mommy. mine.”

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