Chlark Fanfic: Indelible (Oneshot)
Hola, Peeps!
Smutty Chlark oneshot in the house. It’s been ages since I wrote Chlark porn, so I thought I’d finally expand on Clark’s Chloe Bikini picture fetish that he confessed to in The Perfect Gift.
Enjoy! Rated NC-17. Even though there’s no actual sex in it, it is nevertheless rather raunchy and descriptive...so no minors, please. Thanks!
Title: Indelible
Author: BabyDee1
Pairing: Chlark; oneshot. Part of The Sacred Series
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut, Wank!fic, pure PWP
Timeline: Season 3-ish; sequel to Peach Bikini
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Clark puts his bikini pics of Chloe to, er…interesting use. ;)
Feedback: …makes me squee. :)
Banner by the awesome jennyspring. :)
Written for The Fallen Sky at KSite, because she asked for it. And because she’s awesome. :)
Indelible
I must have stared at those bikini-clad pictures of Chloe for hours before my parents finally called me into the house for dinner.
“I’m so proud of you, Clark,” Mom said as she served me a hefty slice of butter pecan pie after the meal. “Your victory over Chloe in yesterday’s debate is still very much a talking point in town.”
I smiled, but hoped Mom hadn’t heard exactly why the debate was such a hot topic today. Chloe and I had made a bet that if she beat me in the debate, I’d have to rap Snoop Dogg’s ‘Nuthin’ But a G-Thang’ in front of the entire school. As you can see, that would have dented my future considerably. In the event that she lost, however, she had to wear a two-piece bikini of my choosing to Crater Lake, which she’d done this very afternoon to my great delight, and the delight of every other red-blooded male in our class (and I suspect, some of the females as well).
Anyway, after dinner I returned to my loft and immediately reached for the box of Chloe’s bikini pictures. Slowly I lifted the lid and leafed through the many images I’d managed to snap in superspeed yesterday. A fear of discovery meant I had to take most of them from behind (which is a bonus all on its own, believe me), though I did get a few great front shots.
There was one I was particularly proud of; I was hiding behind a bush (I’m not a pervert, I swear!) and she’d glanced in my direction at the exact moment that I’d snapped the shutter. By then she was more relaxed in her two-piece, so it looked like she was smiling straight at me with a ‘come hither’ look. I paused on that snapshot and just let my eyes roam over the swell of her cleavage and the smooth curve of her hip, staring at her in a way I would never have dared to if she were actually standing right in front of me.
I couldn’t get over just how stunning, how sexy she was. That peachy bikini fit her like a second skin, so she looked like she was wearing nothing but strategically placed gold swirls. Even though I’ve spent years pretending not to notice, I’ve always thought her breasts were nice; but I’ve never really had a chance to appreciate them like this. The one time I’d x-rayed her (I was on redK, given to me against my will) I’d been looking at her from behind, so I’d gotten a great view of her ass, but not much else. And because I’m such a Boy Scout, I kept my lustful thoughts to myself and my x-ray vision in my head and tried to forget that I’d sneaked a peek under my best friend’s clothes.
But today, I wished I’d been a little bit more daring, because I was staring at her breasts in the picture and wishing my x-ray vision would work on them. I really wanted to know what they looked like. She’s been hiding a killer body under all those combats and army jackets, that’s for sure.
I don’t usually think about Chloe like this, honestly; she’s my friend, not my girlfriend. But I had no idea just how alluring and enticing she would look when stripped down to the basics.
And how. I’m staring at the picture, and there’s an ache developing in my groin as I focus on the cheeky yet intense gaze in those hazel eyes as she leans on that rock with her breasts thrust out against their skimpy confinement.
Curiously I wonder what she’d have done if she’d caught me peeping at her from behind the bushes. I like to think she’d have sauntered over to me and stared me down with a challenging look.
“See something you like?” she’d say in a sultry tone, her breasts rising and falling with every breath. I’d have swallowed and subtly tried to hide the camera behind my back, but she’d have grabbed it out of my hand and then looked at it with disdain.
“Pictures, Clark? Really?” she’d scoff, and toss it behind her without a care. “Why settle for a picture when you can have the real thing right here…right now?”
And then she’d flicke the clasp holding the gold ring between her breasts together until it snapped open, and---
Whoa.
I paused in my mental wanderings, my breathing hard and heavy and my cock as hard as a column of steel. This was rapidly turning into a fantasy - a fantasy I shouldn’t be having about my best friend, because she is my best friend.
But I couldn’t stop here. Her bra is unhooked but her breasts are still covered by the peach fabric, and I have to see them. I need to see them.
“You want to see these, Clark?” she asks, tracing the edges of the cups. I swallow past the dryness in my throat and nod eagerly.
“Yes,” I manage to rasp, and my hand slowly moves downward towards my lap. My fingers brush over my crotch, and the light touch makes my nerve endings jangle. I’m desperately horny, and if I don’t see her soon…
But she doesn’t tease; she’s nice like that. She simply smiles and catches her lower lip between her teeth as she slowly, very slowly, peels the fabric back and drops the scrap of cloth to the floor.
“Here you go,” she whispers.
Oh, Jesus. I moan weakly as she stands before in a triangle of peach nylon covering her womanhood and nothing else. I’m staring at her breasts; her full, womanly upturned breasts with firm, pink-tipped nipples. They would be pink; her skin is fair, and peppered with freckles that stand out against her skin like little flecks of chocolate on a creamy marshmallow sea.
I can’t help myself. My hand closes over the bulge in my lap and I squeeze myself gently. At the same time, Chloe takes her breasts in her hands and plumps them together, and in my mind’s eye my cock is nestled between them as she does so.
“Ah, fuck!” I whisper hoarsely, squeezing myself harder than ever.
“You like that?” she says sultrily, licking her lower lip. Again my filthy mind fills in the gap, and she’s brushing her tongue wetly over the tip of my straining penis.
“Oh God, oh yes, oh God,” I gasp, my entire body beginning to tremble. Frantically I unclasp the buckle on my belt and shove my boxers down. My cock springs free from its denim constraint and strains towards the ceiling. The tip is flushed a deep red and throbbing wildly, and my balls are drawn up towards my body in a tight knot of aching need. A drop of precome gathers at the tip of my cock and I glance over it with my thumb; or rather, Chloe licks it away with her tongue while she squeezes her breasts together and slides along and around my bobbing length.
Sweet Lord in heaven…
Electric shocks race along my nerves, suffusing my limbs with unbearable pleasure. I pump my cock fiercely with my hand and feel myself getting further and further drawn into the fantasy of a searingly hot titty-fuck with my very sexy best friend. As I close my eyes, Chloe parts her lips and takes the broad head of my cock into her mouth and sucks me, hard. Her eyelids lift and she stares at me with a heady gaze, watching me intently as I fuck her mouth. My hand moves harder as I pump myself faster, my slick cock driving between her lips over and over again, and then…
Raw ecstasy bursts within me as I explode. I’m coming so hard I have to grind my teeth together to stop from screaming the barn down, otherwise my parents will think I’m being attacked, or something. Hot come is spurting from me, splashing all over Chloe’s breasts and neck and lips, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. My body jerks uncontrollably for several seconds until the pleasure begins to recede, and I close my eyes and take in great big gulps of air as I try to force my breathing back to normal.
Eventually the rigidity fades from my limbs and I open my eyes weakly. The first thing my gaze lands upon is Chloe’s bikini picture. Sanity slowly returns…and suddenly it hits me.
I’ve just masturbated to my best friend.
I’m a depraved pervert.
Immediately I close my eyes in denial, but it’s too late. I still see her, standing there in the skimpy flesh coloured fabric, giving me the look with her eyes and tempting smile. I sigh heavily and run my hand (my clean hand) through my hair. There’s no getting away from it; the image is burned into my brain, indelibly stamped there for all time.
I should feel bad for what I just did. I mean, Chloe isn’t some tart or floozy; she’s my best friend. She’s the last person I should be using for fantasy material, and…God, I just came all over her breasts.
I sigh deeply, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. I don’t know how I’ll ever look her in the eye again after this. I probably won’t be able to look her in the eye, anyway; my gaze will no doubt go straight to her boobs from now on. God, she’s going to think I’m a dirty freak, and she’s not too far from the truth.
I should be ashamed of myself. I should…but strangely, I’m not. If anything, I’m even more aroused as fresh x-rated scenarios with Chloe begin to take up residence in my filthy brain.
I stare down at my lap, damp and sticky with my come, and watch in fascination as my erection begins to return. But common sense begins to return as well, and I remember that I really shouldn’t be doing this. I completely lost all sense of time when I was getting off, so much so that if anyone had come up the stairs, they would have totally caught me jacking off to Chloe’s picture. Major awkward.
At any rate, I needed to get out of these wet clothes, so I pull off my t-shirt and use it to clean up as much come as I can. Then I grab my plaid shirt and button it down over the stains on my trousers. With a deep breath, I whoosh into the house and up into my room and get changed in superspeed, not stopping until I’m fully dressed in my pyjamas and my come-stained clothing has been shoved right down into the bottom of the laundry basket.
“Clark?” my mother calls from downstairs, startling me. “Are you coming downstairs? Your favourite show is on!”
“Uh…” I gulped. “Not tonight Mom; I think I’ll turn in early,” I answer, not wanting to face them after what I’ve just done. I’m a terrible liar, and my depravity would be so obvious it might as well be written on my forehead.
Not long after I hear the channel being changed to the Ten O’clock News, so I heave a sigh of relief, climb into bed and turn off my bedside lamp.
I actually am really drowsy. After the way I came, it’s no surprise that sleep is fast approaching. But as my lids fall over my eyes, the vision of a smiling blonde in a peach bikini filters through my subconscious and remains there.
“You never got to see the rest,” she murmurs with a sultry pout as she hooks her thumbs into her bikini bottoms. “Do you want it, Clark?”
The blood rushes from my brain to places further south, hastening my transition from consciousness to unconsciousness. A smile lifts the corner of my mouth as I stand before Chloe and respond to her soft query.
“Take it off,” I mumble in a drowsy whisper. “Take it all off…”
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The End.
Read the sequel, Incredible