You practically BEGGED Clark to eat you out, but he refused, saying “I don’t wanna hurt you” even though he’s pounded into you at a weirdly fast pace. You scoffed at him, and mumbled a “I bet Lex Luthor would do it.” and turned to walk away, but before you could even move, be grabbed your wrist, setting you down on the kitchen counter, whispering “Excuse me?” You repeated yourself, which made him even MORE jealous. He kissed you, kisses turned into making out.