clark kent as your ex ⋆˚࿔
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honestly this is kinda like obsessive clark but not in a full toxic way?? idk but you guys will like it (hopefully)
ex!clark kent who understood your reason for wanting to end things. he was hiding things from you. you weren’t exactly sure what, since he made it very clear that cheating was not on the table. in fact, it was nowhere near the table.
ex!clark kent who agreed to stay as friends until you were ready to commit to his stupid ass again.
ex!clark kent who also made sure you made it home safe. from a distance. a very far distance.
ex!clark kent who also walked you to and from work every single day. again, from a very. far. distance.
ex!clark kent who sits on the apartment complex’s roof across from yours and just… watch. watch as you do your nightly routine. putting up your hair with that plushie hair tie he got you from the corner store down the street, washing your face with your customized skincare that you got from the shop in the mall two blocks down, then wiping your face off with your favorite pink and fluffy face towel he got you for your birthday last year, walking to your vanity to rub that lotion that smells like cotton candy on your arms, and your legs, and your stomach—
ex!clark kent who, despite your guys’ current situation, always texts you good morning (he’s sitting on the roof of the apartment complex across from you to watch you get up so he can text you as you open your eyes) and good night (waits until you’re done with your routine and tucking yourself into bed), and even updates you about his day. and of course, you do the same. only because you feel bad. nothing else.
superman who shows up at your door one night, his skin littered in bruises and cuts. despite confusion running through your body as to why superman, the superman, wanted your help to patch him up.
superman who looks… so goddamn familiar.
“…w-why did you come here? don’t you have… like… powers to heal?”
he stares at you and huffs before leaning his head back onto your bathroom wall.
“the sun. i heal from the sun… its night.”
you blink while you sit across from him, knees to your chest as he stares at you, and you stare back. as he opened his eyes, you realized…you’d recognize those blue eyes anywhere.
you watched as clark clenched his jaw softly, his ocean blue irises still staring back at you when he whispered, "...hi, baby."
ex!clark kent who explains everything. him being superman. why he kept it from you (he did leave out the fact that he had been stalking watching over you for the past three months, 4 weeks, 9 days, 32 hours—)
ex!clark kent who lets you process everything while you guys sit on your bathroom floor. letting you ask him as many questions as needed.
ex!clark kent who says, "i was going to tell you. the night that we... ended things. but i knew i was hurting you with all of the lies. and i knew if i told you... someone— anyone... would use you against me... i would never forgive myself if something happened to you."
ex!clark kent who quite literally begs for your forgiveness. his chin resting on your knees as you cup each side of his face with your hands. "please..."
ex!clark kent who you take back without hesitation.
bf!clark kent who cups your face oh so gently, pressing his lips against yours as your hands press against his chest.
bf!clark kent who can't seem to hold back. these past three months without you have been worse than if he had to swallow kryptonite.
bf!clark kent who carries you to your bedroom and places you gently on your bed, his towering figure hovering over you as you run your hands down the back of his neck. his lips only leaving yours for a mere second to unzip his suit before leaning down to crash his lips back onto yours.
bf!clark kent who makes the sweetest of love to you to make up for lost time. the ridges in his cock rubbing against the velvet walls of your cunt oh so deliciously.
bf!clark kent who whimpers softly into the crook of your neck with his hands wrapped around your waist as he rolls his hips into you, shaky breaths leaving his mouth, his breath warm against your skin as your nails scrape down his back.
bf!clark kent who holds you so close he sits up and pulls you onto his lap before entering you once more. the bed creaking under you both as he bounces you on his lap.
bf!clark kent who sighs contently as ropes of his cum fill your insides, his arms wrapped around your torso as your arms wrap around his neck. your legs on either side of him as you throw your head back in ecstasy.
bf!clark kent who would rather bathe in a pool of kryptonite than to ever, upset you. ever again.
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