Five Minutes
Nathan Prescott x reader
Summary: you're just trying to study in peace, but you're boyfriend has other ideas...
a/n: the ending is a little shit, but I'm shit at writing smut so here we are.
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"Nathan, not now." You're sat in the middle of your dorm's bed, notes and annotations spread out around you, as you try to study for your upcoming practise exam. It was going pretty well, you managed to get a couple hours of study time in peace, until Nathan had his last class for the day and made a beeline to your room.
"You really gonna give Shakespeare more attention than me?" He has his arms loosely wrapped around your torso from behind, occasionally presses kisses to your cheek and neck to try and tempt you to become putty in his hands.
"When he's worth more than half my grade, yeah." You say back, reading through a page of your annotations.
"Yeah, well, I'm worth more than this whole fucking town so..." Nathan cuts himself off to presses his lips to your neck again.
"Nate." You say sternly, as he tries to spice it up more. To be honest, the words on the page infront of you have been blurred by the desire sitting in your soul. It's very rare that you can gain control over Nathan Prescott.
"Come on!" He throws his head back in annoyance. "You've been at it for over two hours, just have a five minute break!" Nathan pleads as he rests his head agaisnt your shoulder. You try not to relish in how much control you have over this boy, knowing how needy he can get and how you're completely in control of his pleasure.
Trying to be discreet, Nathan's starts slowly inching his hands upwards and under your loose shirt.
"Jesus, you're fucking cold!" Your body shivers at the temperature change.
"I could think of a few ways on how you could change that." Nathan says back, before squeezing your tits over your bra.
"A few ways, or positions?" You quirk a brow, as you look over your shoulder at the blonde.
"Tomato, tomatoe." Nathan shrugs, before practically lunging forward to capture your lips with his own. His kiss is rough and desperate, enough to take your breath away.
You lean away from him, after his tongue swipes across your lips. "Five minutes." You remind him and he has to contain how giddy he is that you've finally given in.
"Five minutes." He assures you again, not wasting a second to reconnect your lips again.
Five minutes, turned into ten. Ten, turned into twenty. And before you know it, you're covered in blossoming purple marks, his shirt thrown over your head and both your bodies clinging onto one another as you drift into a deep slumber.
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life is strange sketchdump + chasemarsh
I love the face Alex makes she looks embarrassed/in pain/constipated/sorrowful/shy all at once
Sorry I never played lis 2 and I don’t think I will I have enough problems
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