clark luvs ur titties Λπ·Λ
he really doesnβt think itβs weird.
you try to call him out once, half-laughing, half-scandalized, like βclark. baby. again?β and he just blinks up at you from where heβs comfortably nuzzled between your tits like itβs the most natural thing in the world.
like he wasnβt just mouthing at your nipple for the past five minutes with the softest, most annoyingly content hum in his throat. like you werenβt fully clothed two seconds ago and he didnβt just part your shirt with two fingers and a single-minded sense of purpose that made your knees weak.
βwhat?β he mumbles, all doe-eyed and warm-palmed and completely unrepentant.
like youβre the weirdo here.
like itβs not objectively insane how fast he goes from βcasual couch cuddleβ to βnursing kink.β like he doesnβt seek your chest like itβs a grounding point, something instinctual and compulsive, something built into the wiring of his fucking alien brain.
like he doesnβt suck on you in his sleep sometimes, half-conscious, slow little laps of his tongue and a breathy whine when he wakes up in your arms, face buried in your cleavage like a man starved.
and god help you if youβre actually naked.
god help you if youβre sitting on top of him, hips slow and grinding, and heβs already panting, glassy-eyed, barely holding it togetherβbecause the second you lean forward, the second your chest brushes his mouth, the second your nipple even grazes his bottom lipβ
without shame. without hesitation. wraps an arm around your waist, holds you still, mouth warm and suckling and reverent like heβs been waiting for this, like your tits are oxygen and heβs been drowning without them.
because heβs strongβso fucking strongβbut gentle with it, like he knows exactly how fragile you are. how soft. how easy you melt for him.
he groans into your skin. rubs big hands up your spine. kisses the swell of your chest like a prayer.
βmy favorite part,β he murmurs.
like thatβs normal. like heβs normal.
heβs not. you know this. but itβs hard to argue when heβs making out with your tits like theyβre the main course and dessert, when his mouth is warm and sweet and his tongue circles slow, when he sucks just hard enough to make you gasp and mumbles, βgood girl,β with a sleepy smile and a grind of his hips like he knows youβre about to soak his dick just from this.
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