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your solution lives in the room down the hall. he wears dorky glasses, refuses to cuss, and somehow hides his immaculate body underneath ill-fitting suits.

one drunken night promoted your farm-boy roommate to become your resident sleeping pill. and he's a sweetheart about it. of course, he is.

all you have to do is go to his room in the middle of the night and open the door. as a light sleeper, he immediately wakes up, blinking his groggy blue eyes open, looking awfully like a certain superhero -- that is, if superman could get bedhead.

one simple, "i can't sleep," and he'll lift the blankets to let you into the bed. you crawl in next to him, enjoying the natural heat of his body as he pulls you close. "sorry for waking you up..." you whisper, looking up at him.

"it's fine," his voice is deep and rough from sleep, "wasn't even sleeping that hard." that's a lie. you heard him snoring a bit before you came in.

"okay." you softly place a hand over his cheek, "can you help me sleep?" his hands tighten against your waist at the proposition.

"of course," clark murmurs quietly, already leaning in until his nose touches yours. you mirror the action, pressing your lips to his, melting against his soft lips. he takes his time, languidly moving his lips over yours and tasting your sweetness with a swipe of his tongue.

eventually, clark moves to pin you against his bed, kisses now traveling down from your lips to your neck. one hand supports him above you while the other explores your body. you let out a soft moan as he squeezes the fullness of your tits, his thumb dragging over your covered nipples until they're poking against your shirt.

"you're always so sensitive here." he whispers, pinching the hardened bud until your back arches in pleasure. "so needy..." he presses his hips against yours, forcing you to feel the bulge that's tenting the front of his pajama bottoms.

"fuck me to sleep, clark" you whine, attempting to grind yourself against his hardness.

"i'll take care of you," he reassures, placing a final kiss against your shoulder before flipping you over. your cheek presses against a pillow as he lifts your hips up so your ass is propped up to just the right angle. your sleep shorts are pulled off, revealing your bare lower body to the dark bedroom.

a warm hand drifts against your lower back, over the curve of your ass, and the top of your thighs. you feel him slowly spread your legs apart, just enough for him to see your slick opening glisten for him under the moonlight that streams into his room.

"just put it in."

"but we haven't pre--"

"please."

the bed rocks as he moves behind you. the sound of his pants being pushed down, followed by a familiar grunt as he takes himself in his hand, makes you press your thighs together in anticipation.

"tell me if it hurts..." he's already breathless as he pulls your hips up again and shoves a nearby pillow under you. you feel the warmth of his cock press against your slit, rubbing it against your wet entrance until it's lubricated enough to slip into you. he groans when he feels you flutter around him as he enters you slowly. "g-geez...ease up a bit."

"sorry, you're just...big." you wheeze, gripping the sheets under you as you try to get used to his size.

"i'm sorry, sweetheart." even with the apology, he continues to push in, cock throbbing as your cunt sucks him in. you're so warm, tight, and perfect around him, it takes everything for him to hold back from moving.

you're pretty sure you're drooling against the pillow when he finally bottoms out, filling you to the brim. your eyes struggle to stay open from the sheer amount of ecstasy that pulses through your body.

"you okay?" he asks sweetly, "can i...can i move?" the timid way he asks the question juxtaposes how his body is completely ruining you for anyone else.

"move," it comes out as a weak plea, "please, move."

he starts off slow and gentle, only pulling out halfway before pushing back in. each drag of his cock against your soft walls has your eyes rolling back. his size makes it so he's constantly pressing against your g-spot, stimulating places that you didn't even know you had.

"you're so soft 'nd pretty..." he rambles, a large hand pressing against the dip of your lower back to help him push in even further. "gonna give you what you need, honey." you choke out a whimper as he speeds up his thrusts. you can hear the wet sounds of him fucking into you, sloppy and obscene, probably making a mess of your thighs and the bed sheets.

you can't even prepare yourself for how quickly your climax hits you. the mixture of his soft grunts, the insistent grinding of his cock right against your front wall, and the way his hands pinned your body against the bed pushes you off the edge. suddenly, your body is shaking with hot pleasure, tightening around him as your eyes flutter closed.

"a-are you--" clarks hips stutter at the feeling, "oh, gee whiz, you're gonna make me--" his thrusts get sloppier until he reaches his end and finishes inside of you. it takes a second for him to recover from his orgasm, but once he does, he rolls off of you, breaths still heavy as he fondly looks over at your fucked-out body.

just like that, you're out like a light, sleeping soundly with a small satisfied smile on your face. he doesn't know how you do it. one minute you're moaning his name, the next you're in a deep sleep.

clark pulls the pillow out from under your hips and throws it off the bed so he can pull you against his body again and snuggle you close. you fit so perfectly in his arms, resting so peacefully -- and it's all thanks to him.

clark positions your hips so he can slip into you once again and feel the mess that he pumped into you. he can hear the slight hitching of your breath as he plugs up your messy cunt. knowing that he can make you feel good even when asleep makes him throb within your walls.