Clark never had problems controlling his own instincts, on the contrary, he always considered himself the most peaceful of all the alphas of his species — only he knew the cruel things he had seen on Krypton to think twice before trying to get close to an omega, especially a human omega.

The periods where his body practically begged him to go hunting for a partner all over planet were unbearable; pain, heat and a need to just fuck and fill any omega with his seed and mark him forever as his, however he tried to concentrate at most in the role of being a hero and saving everyone — when things got out of control he would go to the Fortress of Solitude and try to focus a little on things other than his own need that he had had for years... In vain, after all, he was losing his patience more and more every day.

Fate seemed to laugh at his suffering, especially when he met you... A reason for his breakup.

Kent remembered extremely well the day he saved you from an attack by another villain in Gotham — you were supposed to be just another fragile and soft civilian in his arms, but he felt magnetically attracted to your scent, you were an omega.

He felt his whole body tense enough for his mind to elaborate every type of sexual encounter possible between the two of you — where you would become his beautiful, fragile man, where he could finally breed someone to the brim.