#clarksmut

The dim lights of the bar cast a warm glow over the crowded space, laughter and clinking glasses filling the air as Clark Kent sat at the high-top table with their group of friends. It had been a year since he'd started dating Lila—sweet, flirty Lila with her cascading auburn hair and eyes that sparkled like she held a secret just for him.

She was across from him now, leaning into the conversation, her laughter bubbling up as she teased one of their mutual friends about his latest dating mishap.

Clark couldn't tear his eyes away. Every sway of her hips when she shifted in her seat, every playful toss of her head, it all hit him like a Kryptonian punch to the gut.

A year wasn't enough. He wanted forever.

He wanted her bound to him in every way possible.

When Lila excused herself to head to the bathroom, slipping through the throng of bodies with that effortless grace, Clark's heart hammered. He waited a beat, then murmured an excuse about grabbing another round and followed her.

The hallway to the restrooms was narrow, the bass from the music thumping through the walls. He caught sight of her just as she pushed open the women's room door—a single-stall setup, thank God for small mercies in this dive bar.

'Honey,' he called softly, slipping in behind her before the door could swing shut. She turned, surprise lighting her features, but before she could question it, he reached past her and twisted the lock with a decisive click. The space was cramped: a sink, a mirror smudged from too many careless hands, and the toilet in the corner.

Not exactly romantic, but desperation clawed at him and it was clean.

'Baby? What are you—' Her words cut off as he backed her against the cool tile wall, his hands framing her face. His mouth crashed down on hers, hungry and unyielding, tongue sweeping in to claim the sweet taste of her lip gloss and the beer she'd been sipping. She melted into it with a giggle, her fingers curling into his shirt, flirty as ever with a soft moan that vibrated against his lips.

He broke the kiss just long enough to groan, 'I can't wait anymore. You're mine, Lila. All mine.' His hands roamed down her sides, bunching up the hem of her short skirt, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs. She gasped as he hiked it higher, exposing the lace of her panties.

'Clark, we're in a bathroom,' she whispered, but her voice was breathy, her body arching toward him.

He didn't care. With a swift motion, he yanked her panties aside, his fingers finding her already wet folds. She was slick for him, pussy clenching around his probing digits as he thrust two inside her, curling them to hit that spot that made her knees buckle. 'Say yes,' he begged, free hand fumbling in his pocket. He pulled out the small velvet box he'd been carrying for weeks, snapping it open to reveal the intricate diamond ring glinting under the fluorescent light.

Her eyes widened, a mix of shock and disbelief. 'Is that—?'

'Yes. Please, marry me. Please, be my wife. Say yes, baby, because you're my forever.' He slid his fingers out of her, slick with her arousal, and used that hand to push the ring onto her finger, the metal cool against her heated skin.

Even the sight of it on her drove him mad but he needed to atleast see it once incase she rejected him, he needed to atleast imagine her saying yes, but when he looked up and saw the watery smile forming on her face, his chest warmed with hope.

She stared at it, then at him, a giggle escaping despite the heat pooling between her legs. 'Yes, you idiot. But seriously? In a bar bathroom? Our friends are right outside!'

Clark grinned, feral and triumphant, pressing messing kisses to her lips as he unzipped his jeans, freeing his throbbing cock. It sprang out, hard and veined, pre-cum beading at the tip. 'I'll propose to you a hundred times over, in a hundred places, just to see that smile. But right now, I need you. Need to fuck my fiancée.'

He lifted her effortlessly—perks of being Superman—her legs wrapping around his waist as he pinned her to the wall. The head of his cock nudged her entrance, and with one powerful thrust, he buried himself balls-deep inside her tight pussy.

'God–honey—S'good." She cried out, nails raking his shoulders, but he swallowed the sound with another bruising kiss.

They moved together desperately, his hips snapping forward in a relentless rhythm, cock stretching her, filling her completely. Her walls fluttered around him, squeezing as he pounded into her, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing off the tiles.

'Forget them out there,' he panted against her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. 'Focus on me, your fiancé. On how I'm gonna make you come so hard you forget your own name.'

Lila's head fell back, her flirty sweetness giving way to raw need. 'Clark...oh God, harder. Fuck me like you mean it.' She rocked against him, grinding her clit on his pelvis with each thrust, her breaths coming in sharp gasps.

He obliged, driving deeper, faster, the ring on her finger catching the light as her hand clutched his hair. Sweat beaded on his brow, his control fraying as her pussy milked him, hot and insistent. The first orgasm hit her like a wave—she clenched around him, crying his name out as her body shuddered, juices coating his shaft.

But he wasn't done. Not by a long shot.

He'd been dreaming about marrying her since he first learned of the concept.

And she said yes. That alone made his mind a mush of need.

Clark pulled out just enough to spin her around, bending her over the sink. Her skirt was still hiked up, ass presented to him like a gift.

'Mm–gosh, you're—mm–perfect, perfect–mm perfect.' He blabbered as he slapped her cheek lightly, watching it jiggle, before thrusting back in from behind, groaning at the new angle that let him hit even deeper.

'You're so fucking tight,' he rasped, hands gripping her hips as he fucked her with abandon. Round two built quickly, her second climax ripping through her as she braced against the mirror, fogging it with her moans.

He followed soon after, unable to hold back, cock pulsing as he came inside her, flooding her pussy with hot spurts of cum. It leaked down her thighs, but he didn't stop—no, Clark kept thrusting through the sensitivity, chasing, needing more.

'Again, baby please, again,' he demanded, voice wrecked.

He pulled her upright, turning her to face him, lifting one leg to hook over his arm. Sliding back in, he fucked her slow and deep now, savoring the way she whimpered, overstimulated but clinging to him. Her sweetness shone through in the way she kissed him tenderly between gasps, flirty even as she begged, 'Don't stop, Clark. I'm all yours.'

Round three shattered him. Her pussy convulsed around his cock, pulling him under with her as he came again, harder this time, practically collapsing against her as ropes of cum filled her once more. They were both trembling now, breaths ragged, the world outside the locked door forgotten.

When he finally, he eased out, cum dripping from her well-fucked pussy onto the floor. He held her close, forehead to forehead, the ring sparkling between them like a promise. 'I love you, Fiancée.'

She smiled, that flirty curve of her lips still shining through her cockdrunk expression, as she adjusted her skirt. 'I love you too, Fiancée. But next proposal? Just us in bed, with ice cream.'

Clark chuckled, not wanting to ever return to the people outside, so instead, he picked up Lila by her waist and neared the window so he could fly them home safely. 'Deal. A hundred times over. Why don't we go get that ice cream?'

SUPPPAAAAMANNNNN SAVVVVVE MEEEE SUPAAAAAAMANNNNNNNNNN

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