STRANGERS. sexy man at the bar alert !!
CLARKTOBER WEEK ONE!
cw: p in v, public sex, rough with degradation yum <333
wc: 3067
a/n: im so behind holy shit. life rlly has been kicking my ass i've been going through it, i still will be trying to post but i can't guarantee that it'll follow the exact schedule </3 i need someone to shove a gun up my ass then pull the trigger anyways i hope u guys enjoy it's kinda ass and not rlly proofread but yeah :(
“Mind if I sit here?” A deep voice spoke out as you got ready to make up some excuse to avoid some creep bothering you for the rest of the night, but as you glanced up the words got caught in your throat.
Woah.
You blinked slowly, trying to make sense of the man in front of you. Bright blue eyes, tall and broad with dark hair that was a little messy. You could see the curls peeking out.
He raised a brow, waiting for an answer as you ogled, and your own eyes widened in embarrassment, realising that instead of answering you had just been gawping at him.
“Y-yeah! That’s- that’s okay.” You stammered out, already feeling the heat rush to your cheeks. You wanted to kill yourself on the spot. You already had just embarrassed yourself in front of the most sexiest man you had ever seen but he simply let out a low chuckle.
“I’m Clark.” He spoke, offering a smile, teeth gleaming. You found yourself staring at his face for longer than necessary before you gave your name back, looking down at your drink to stop your eyes from creeping on him.
You couldn’t help it. You glanced back at him before letting out a nervous giggle. You could feel some of your drink hitting your system now. “Sorry…I uh- I’m not good with- um…” You trailed off, raising your brows but the way he nodded and smiled eased some of your embarrassment. It said he understood.
“It’s okay.” He chuckled out as he took a swig of his drink. “Had a long day at work today. Thought I needed a change of scenery. This isn’t usually my thing but hey, at least I’m doing something different right?”
You nodded, smiling because it was the exact same for you. “I don’t usually come here either but today sucked too...”
And with that you both exchanged the reasons why work today sucked, you spoke about a deadline of some stupid report you had missed and he spoke about something to do with a broken copier and how he had to stay behind longer because he slept past his alarm in the morning by a lot. You found that once you started, it was actually easy to get into a conversation with him. He was so attentive, like he was genuinely intrigued by your little ramblings as you discussed random shit together for a little while.
He ordered another round before turning back to you, his eyes lingering a little longer than necessary as he raised a brow, a look of curiosity on his face.
You self consciously tucked some strands of hair behind your ear as you furrowed your brows back to him. “What?”
He smiled, he knew you were nervous as he chuckled. “Nothing! I’m just…surprised. That a beautiful woman like you came here alone.”
You let out a soft laugh, blushing as you felt your entire body warm up. You glanced back at him, eyes raking over his forearms. His sleeves were rolled up, and he had very, very nice hands.
“I mean, I could say the same for you..." you nervously giggled out.
You swore you saw his cheeks cutely flush a little pink too as he grinned, "You think I'm beautiful?" He cocked a brow.
"Duh! Of course? I mean have you seen yourself?" You blurted out before you could stop yourself. You knew your drink was beginning to settle in at the soft wave of confidence that was beginning to wash over you, but he was also the most beautiful being you had ever seen. You couldn't stop staring at his pretty dimples as his smile grew wider.
"You always this charming or am I just a lucky guy?"
"Oh...definitely a lucky guy. I wouldn't be this confident sober."
"Guess I have to see what you're like 100% sober then too." You smiled, narrowing your eyes at him at the implication. He was like, definitely flirting with you right? Wanting to get to know you sober too?
"Are you always this charming? Or am I just a lucky girl?"
"Always this charming." Cocky grin bracing his lips as you playfully hit his shoulder before resting your hand there. You locked eyes as your heart fluttered, and as did his at the simple touch before you dropped your hand back, looking away and finishing your drink.
"It's kinda cute when you do that y'know."
"Do what?"
"Likee, you kinda just look away but you have this smile. Like you're nervous but like it."
You bit your lip, trying to stop your lips curling upwards even further, "Like what?".
"Like me."
Your eyes wide at his directness as a laugh of surprise left your lips. Something about his confidence sent a wave of butterflies shooting through your entire system.
"Who-who said I like you?" You tried to shoot back as you cocked your head, looking up at him with a raised brow. His looked back at you intensely and as you tried to keep your gaze, you let out a giggle breaking away.
“Gosh I-I can’t.” You spoke in defeat, grinning shyly and feeling like a silly schoolgirl as he took a sip of his drink before speaking.
“Andd that’s exactly how I know you do. Can’t even look at me properly.”
“Well you have intimidating eyes!” You defended, taking another glance at his baby blues. You didn't miss the cute crinkles next to his eyes that were especially prominent when he was flashing that cocky grin that made your heart pound so hard you felt like you’d throw up.
He let out a laugh when you tore your gaze to your glass and the last thing you ever expected was to feel his fingers gently gripping your chin as he guided you back to him.
Your lips parted, eyes widened in surprise - you had no words. He was making you look at him. That casual dominance set something off in the lower parts of your body.
It lasted a good few seconds as he leaned in a little closer.
“Look, you can do it, can’t you? Good girl.” His tone was almost encouraging but in a patronising way, voice low, only for you to hear. A lazy smile stretched on his face as he let go of your chin, finishing off his drink as you blinked slowly, dazed.
“Clark.” You breathed out, brows slightly furrowed, your own lips tugging into a smile of disbelief.
“Mmm say it again.” And that arrogant tone is what had you snapping out fully as you whacked his arm. “What even was that!” You laughed out nervously, but you couldn't lie to yourself. You felt giddy about it.
“What? Was just tryna show you I don't have intimidating eyes.” He spoke innocently, shrugging his shoulders.
You didn't even know what to say to his confidence, and somewhere in between your next drink and his flirty one liners that just got bolder and bolder, you almost desperately agreed to having some fun with him. Just his presence was making you feel like you were on fire.
Before you could even process it all you were stumbling out the bar, his grip on your wrist firmly guiding you into an alley before he pressed you against the wall roughly as you gasped out when he captured your lips in a hungry kiss. Your hands instantly made their way to the back of his head as your fingers ran through his hair and as the kiss deepened into something more desperate and sloppy, you felt his big hands begin to grope at your body.
“Clark.” You whimpered into the kiss, feeling his lips curl up into a smirk against yours. He began to pepper kisses down your jaw, and as he reached your neck he sucked down against the skin as you gasped out. He repeated it all across your neck as you squirmed, knowing that you’d be marked for days and as he messily ran his tongue along each new hickey he had created, you couldn't take it anymore.
“Just fuck me. Fuck me please Clark I need y-” You whined to him a little too loud as he shut you up with a kiss once more. A few drinks always turn you into a ditzy needy little thing and you didn't care about anything right now. You just wanted to feel his skin against yours as he’d fuck you.
“Yeah? You want that? To be fucked?” He moaned against your lips before roughly pulling up the little black dress you wore, revealing your matching lace panties as he instantly began to fondle you there, chuckling at your instant moan. “Is that why you wore this? To get fucked tonight like a little whore?”
You shook your head, but as he pulled your panties down revealing all your wetness and rubbing his fingers all over it, you found yourself humping at his hand. “N-no! I don't usually-”
“Usually what? Let a stranger rub at your little pussy huh?”
You just moaned back in response as he rubbed your slippery clit in circles and with his other hand he began to unbuckle his belt but then his movements stilled. ”Shhh baby.” He spoke lowly as he knew you’d let out a whine of protest. Your heads both turned to the bottom of the alley as you saw a small group of people walking past, their loud chatter and laughter filling the air as you turned your gaze back to him, cheeks flushed and brows furrowed in need. He promptly readjusted you, he was already covering you but he angled you more inwards to the alley so that there was absolutely no chance of anyone seeing you like this.
With how far you were inside the alley, to anyone walking by, you would've both just looked like a normal couple sleazily making out with the way he was gripping you, and towering over your smaller frame. But right now he was yanking your little panties down before continuing to unbuckle his belt. You moaned drunkenly at the sight of him. It was hard to see fully, the streetlight only sending a dimness down the alleyway but one thing you definitely could see was that he was big. If you were sober, you'd be more anxious about how he’d fit in, but the throbbing ache in between your legs mixed with the liquor was your brain for the night, and all you needed in that moment was to be so full of him that you would feel it for days after. He wasn't gonna hold himself back. Not when you were looking up at him like that. Half lidded gaze, pleading and whiny just for him.
So he obliged, pushing in as he let out a low groan at the way you instantly squeezed around his cock. It was a deliciously painful stretch, your lashes fluttering as you dug your fingers into his jacket, gasping out. You had never felt so filled by something so thick. You already were clenching as he slowly got every inch in. Your whines of pain were hushed as you brushed his lips against yours, placing soft kisses all over your mouth. “Shhh. You can take me. I know you can, you’ve been wanting it all evening like a little slut, baby.” He whispered against your lips.
“Clarkk, I-It’s so much. Like- like you're soo big.” You whimpered out to him, then louder when his thumb began to rub at your clit, soothing some of the burn. It wasn’t long until you were begging for him to move from the magic he did on your little button.
He groaned as he started thrusting, and each one felt so deep you swore the air was being knocked out of your lungs. Soft pants against his lips as he groped your ass roughly, pulling you back onto his cock each time his hips met yours. “So fuckin’ tight baby. Just squeezing down on me”.
You let out a breathy giggle at the way his glasses trembled with each thrust so you took it upon yourself to take them off for him. As soon as you did, his movements stilled. He watched as a look of urgent familiarity washed over your eyes. Your mouth hanging open as his own lips tugged up into an amused smirk and before you could even say anything, he was suddenly lifting you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around him as he began fucking into you again.
“Bet you didn’t expect that huh?” He laughed against your ear as he quickened his pace in your weeping pussy, your skin and his slapping together as you threw your head back at how deep you felt him.
“Dunno ‘bout a harem, but wouldn’t mind keeping you around. You’d like that huh? To just be mine to use whenever I’d need?”
You swore tears were brimming in your eyes at the way his cock was grinding up against and slamming into that special spot, “Yes-yes-yes!” You sobbed out. As soon as the tear escaped from your pleading eyes- it was gone, his tongue greedily licking it up before he readjusted his grip on you, his now free hand reaching up to hold your cheek as he moaned against your lips. “You know- fuck. You’re so beautiful like this, you know that? Know how pretty you look when I’m in you? Gorgeous, like- like an angel.”
He pressed sloppy kisses all over your cheek, moving to your lips as he bounced you harder against him, his praise only adding to the building pleasure in your stomach that was threatening to explode.
“Clark- please- please- ohmygod!-” His thumb now back at your clit, tight fast circles making you sob out. It felt hot and electric and he knew how close you were, but he just laughed, tutting at you as he shook his head teasingly.
“No no no. No- you wanna cum? Beg me. Wanna see you beg a stranger to make you cum. Fuckkk, you liked that didn’t you? Felt you clench baby fuck. You like getting fucked like a slut on a strangers cock yeah?!”
All you could do was nod desperately as tears rolled down your face. “Wanna cum- please wanna- oh clarkk!”
And just then, another group of people were beginning to walk past the alley, but he didn’t let up. Instead, he applied more pressure against your clit as he rubbed at a rhythm that had you throwing your head back, perfect angle for him to lick messily up your neck as he rested his head there, slamming into you.
“Imagine they saw you like this huh?. Whining and all fucked out like a little whore, seeing your little black dress pulled allll the way up mmm fuck. Seeing how well your little pussy is taking my cock baby you’re taking it so well.”
He whined and the coil in your stomach exploded at the pleasure and shame that shot through your entire body. You squealed out so loud he had to slap his hand against your mouth as he let out a grunt, spilling himself into you. His hand so big it was covering half your face and he relished the way your pretty eyes were half rolling back, your simple eye makeup from before turning into something a lot smokier now.
You had never been closer to heaven than right now. Of course, you still had your nose to breathe through, but you were drunk and not exactly using that to your advantage. Instead, that feeling of him restricting your air flow along with the aftershocks of your orgasm travelling through you in pleasureful waves and his length still deep inside you as his hot cum filled you made your vision blur in euphoria. He let go ever so slowly as he wiped your tears away, pressing soft kisses against your breathless mouth. Little whimpers leaving your lips as his arms locked around you even tighter. “Shhh. You’re okay, aren't you my sweet girl. My baby, you did so well for me.” He softly cooed at you and you simply whined back in response. He slowly pulled out as you both moaned at the loss of sensation of each other, your legs still wrapped around him as he pressed a soft kiss to your sweaty forehead, almost rocking you now.
“Was that okay baby? I wasn't too rough or mean was I?” He asked ever so kindly, brows furrowed as you let out a weak giggle, shaking your head.
“Nuh uh-that- that was perfect.” You spoke half moaned as he kissed you, smiling against your lips.
“Mmm good, because I liked saying all of those things. It was actually really fun roleplaying as strangers.” He chuckled out, stroking your dazed face.
“We gotta get you home baby. All cleaned up ‘n comfy. My dirty girl huh, who knew this was your lil fantasy huh?” He teased, gently putting you down as you leaned against the wall for support.
“No regrets.” You giggled out as he began to tuck his cock back in, and you clumsily tugged your dress down. Around two weeks ago you brought up the idea of pretending you both were strangers and hooking up. Per usual, Clark made it a million times better than you expected. You knew sometime soon you'd be begging to do it again, but that’s what Clark always did. Every imagined moment would always be just so much better when he'd turn it into reality because he just knew you so well. So perfectly. A new feeling of warmth washed over you as you looked at your husband, smiling softly in appreciation. You still felt out of it, but looked forward to how Clark would find a late night takeout place to grab you something to eat, then as you’d get home he would wipe all of your makeup off, brush your teeth himself and get you all changed into your pajamas.
You snapped out of your thoughts as you saw something on the floor move quickly as Clark gave it a silly wave, grinning at something. At a…racoon? “Hey buddy!” He exclaimed chirpily before turning back to you, as he wrapped his arms around your waist.
“Ready to go?” He asked gently, and as you nodded, he looked up at the sky.
