Best friend Clark regrets this engagement dinner. Regrets it like the summer he got a buzzcut. Or every time he babysits Krypto.
Not because he regrets proposing to you; that will be the best decision he’ll ever make in his life, with befriending you as a kid a close second. But this engagement dinner with his Ma and Pa will kill him, purely because of the horrible, wonderful, sinful, perfect white sundress you’re in. And your hair was all done up and pretty. You looked like an angel, and he couldn’t touch!
So he sat across from you at a fancy Chinese restaurant, his Pa to his left and Ma to your left, trying to conceal how utterly, horribly, terrifyingly horny he was for you.
Ma had been a mess when you both had called with the news, blubbering prayers of thanks to whatever higher power that her baby boy had finally gotten his head outta his ass and proposed to the only girl in his life. The tears had momentarily dried up when the pregnancy came up. When Pa and Ma had arrived to Metropolis, Pa smacked Clark upside the head.
“Fool.”
But bygones were bygones and the Kents were accepting people. Ma could forgive the premarital sex because of a future grandbaby and wedding. And Pa could never be angry at you, he’d known you since you were a girl attached to Clark’s hip.
Clark just really hoped his parents would forgive him for what he was about to do. You’d thrown concerned looks, and his tight smiles had never worked.
“That was delicious!” Ma and Pa enthuse out in front of the restaurant, you chatting back just as excited. Clark hailed a cab.
“Oh shoot, I left my wallet.” Clark fumbles.
You pause. “Oh, the cab can wait, go on baby-“
But it’s all Clark can do to fumble some half-baked excuse of sending Ma and Pa back to your shared apartment together and having you stay with him (“New dad Kryptonian protectiveness”), and soon you’re both scuttling back into the restaurant without Ma and Pa.
“Clark, what are you-“
Clark signals to the host. “My fiancé needs the restroom. Pregnant and all, small bladder.”
“Clark, I don’t!” You gasp, but Clark herds you to the little restroom in the back of the restaurant. Damn him and his strength.
"I need you, darling." Clark crowds you against the wall. "You look so pretty and- and I just wanna feel you, please?"
You should say no. the restroom is nice but it can't be sanitary. There's a restaurant full of people outside. Ma and Pa are surely confused and waiting back at your apartment.
But Clark had looked so good today, with his crisp buttonup and sweater vest and glasses and so much love in his eyes his pupils were hearts. So you hike your pretty white dress up around your hips and tuck your panties into his pants while Clark fumbles at his fly.
"Gonna be tight, couldn't prep you, m"sorry." Clark whispers as his dripping head presses you open. The stretch burns, but it's perfect. Your pussy flutters around his length, gummy walls pressing perfectly against him.
"Fuck- Clark, move." You should wait a bit, just until you adjust to him but you can't wait. the illicitness of the act, how filthy it was to fuck in a restroom, how desperate Clark was? Your mind was already foggy.
Clark immediately listens, bottoming out. His strong hands lift you up and your legs go around his waist as he begins to lift you up and down his length. It's too good and has you biting on his neck. The fat head of his cock drags against the spongy spots. Each thrust knocks against your cervix, just a bit. He's practically using you as a cocksleeve, dragging you up and down with little grunts. Little droplets of arousal stain his grey slacks and there's probably slick on the floor.
"More, m'close baby, c'mon fill me up." You whimper. Clark's hips pick up. He thrusts up as he drops you, getting even deeper. You muffle your scream into his neck. Your orgasm pierces through the fog of pleasure, and your Clark follows.
The comedown is too quick for Clark's liking, but he has to. He gently pulls out with a plop, a flood of cum gushing out from your soft pussy. He gets you both cleaned up enough to get you out through the back and into the air.
"I can't wait to marry you, darling." Clark murmurs lovingly as he flies you home.
