FWB with Clark Kent…
Clark who’s too eager to be together with you in any shape or form that he tried to not let it affect him that you always pull away from him whenever you feel vulnerable. How you use your body and not your words to express how you feel.
Clark who’s obedient and willing to let you use him however you want, so that you can fuck the stress out of your system and feel boneless in his warm embrace as you delude yourself for just one more night that you can actually be loved the way you’ve always wanted.
Clark who chants your name like it’s the answer to every problem of his life as you ride him stupid. His hands roam everywhere, mapping out each scar, each freckle on your smooth skin as he eventually grips your hips to guide you over the edge.
Clark who feels like he’s right where he’s meant to be, with you in his arms and with the soft scent of your vanilla perfume lingering in the sheet.
Clark who feels jealousy poison him from inside as he sees another man flirt with you at the bar, get touchy with you. Clark who sees red when that stranger lays his hands on you, like you’ve always belonged to him. Clark who quickly takes you in bathroom, his teeth nipping at your neck until you’re covered in red marks that scream of his possessiveness.
Clark who is determined to make you his; you’ve always belonged with him, and it’s about time he makes you realise that too..