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INSOMNIA WAS A BITCH. 

It could have been the most draining day you’ve ever had—work, arrangements, extra hours, no coffee, long to-do list, more to do tomorrow— yet the son of a bitch of insomnia would get you anyways, have you staring at the ceiling with eyes wide open, not an ounce of sleepiness brushing your lashes. It was as infuriating as worrying; if you didn’t catch any sleep now, tomorrow would be hell itself—therefore desperate times call for desperate measures. 

You woke Clark up, softly in order not to startle him. Your hand landed on his bare back and your cold hand, contrasting the warmth of his skin, made him shiver. He looked over his shoulder and raised his brows at you. His groggy hum was cute, certainly, and the way he rolled over his back and vaguely rubbed his chest made you desire him much more. 

He didn’t hesitate at the rather honest petition—”would you finger me?” It didn’t sound weird to him at all, maybe because of the drowsiness, although he sighed when sitting up. When he leaned over you and took a hand to pull your pyjama shorts down, you kissed him shortly. “I’m sorry,” you murmured after, tracing his face with your eyes, searching up for any sight of annoyance at having woken him up. 

But, again, Clark didn’t complain. He nodded at you and murmured groggily, “Let me help you.” Then he discarded the shorts and continued with your panties. The thin cloth unfolding your pussy, exposing it to his drowsy eyes, made you exhale heavily. No matter how long you’ve been together, his gaze did always startle you. You observed his sleepy face and parted lips, his messy curls and naked torso—it turned you on more. 

A heavy breath left your lips and then you smiled, relieved.

He pulled you down over the mattress, having your legs up in the air and resting one against his shoulder—the same one he started caressing. With his other hand, he brushed his fingers down the entrance of your pussy up to your clit, there was some dampness already yet not comfortable enough. You sighed carefully, tilting your head up to see his hand at work. “Oh, Clark,” you mumbled, more of a babble actually. He caressed your pussy a couple of times—rubbing your clit on his way up—encouranging the wetness in you. You whined softly, resting your head upon the pillow and closing your eyes. To make it quick—for his sake—you started pinching one of your nipples. 

Once he felt you completely wet, he circled your entrance with his middle finger, barely teasing your folds with the ring one. He flicked his eyes up on you. You caught the silent question and nodded and so his middle finger entered; at the second thrust, the ring finger did it. “Ah, yeah…” you sighed, with every breath your breathing rushed up. Your fingers leaving your nipple and resting over the sheets. “Mmh, Clark, yeah…” You whimpered, tilting your head and spreading your legs further. He quickened his wrist, bumping firmly into you. His lips were pressed together, his eyes shone with determination—the sluggishness non-existent—and his left hand held your leg against his shoulder. Not later on, he pulled your leg away and kept you spread with his knee. His free hand pressed your lower tummy down, steading you, and he fingered you relentlessly. “Ah! Mm—nggh…ah” Your hips fought against his hand as you started moaning shamelessly. 

The filthy squelch of your juices started to turn you both erratics. It made you squeal, cut your breaths out and, of course, broke your throat with trembling cries. You squeezed your eyes and shook when his fingers hit a sweet point, an impulsive hand took hold of his wrist, like calling his touch right there. “Right there! Oh, keep hitting it! Yeah!” Your body leaned up and you started riding his hand. He placed a hand behind your lower back to help you take him deeper. 

Your eyes raised and found his immediately—they were under a spell, dumbed by this hot and desperate performance of yours. His opened—glistening from licking them too much— lips were delivering heavy breaths. And such a combination of mesmerizing blue eyes and hungry lips made the pleasure inside you explode: You shut your eyes and let out a high-pitched cry, your hips twitched uncontrollably with his fingers still pumping, and the orgasms ran all throughout your body. 

You were recovering yourself, still tense and heavy-breathing. Mouth was wide open yet not sound coming out now—then Clark’s took his chance. He pressed your mouths together and desperately kissed you. “You’re amazing. Gosh, I loved it. I totally loved it,” he said against your mouth. “Worthy waking me up, totally.” You were dizzy, going through the afterglow. A heavy warm blanket of exhaustion wrapping itself around you, your lashes blinking slowly. 

Yes, it had been worthy to wake him up. 

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