𝓣𝓸𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 - 4

Seven Minutes In Heaven* - 𝐍.𝐃

𝐀/𝐍 - All credit goes to the writer cockslutpadalecki on Tumblr

https://www.tumblr.com/cockslutpadalecki/684164631213867008/seven-minutes-in-heaven?source=share

Parings → Nathan Drake x Reader

Warnings → explicit sexual content, heavy sexual tension, mention of panic attacks, claustrophobia, female masturbation, male masturbation, 18+.

Summary → There's no escaping your crush when you're literally locked in beside him.

✧･ﾟ: *✧≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫✧･ﾟ: *✧

The darkness is overwhelming, but the heat- oh god, the heat- the heat is stifling to the point where you think you're going to start hallucinating. Sweat gathers across your forehead, on the nape of your neck, between the valley of your breasts, in the crease of your thighs- anywhere it makes you uncomfortable and you ache to wipe it away, but the lack of space means that's practically impossible. Your skin itches from the warmth, prickles every time you move.

But above being unable to see and the heat and sweat making you delirious, it's the feel of Nate behind you that truly drives you to the brink of insanity.

You can tell it's unbearable for him too. You can feel in the minute movements he makes as he tries to get into a position that doesn't cause his dick to brush against your ass. But regardless of how hard he tries, you still feel him pressing up against you, the hardness of his cock making your stomach tighten.

Whose idea was it to lay like this? And more importantly, what jackass decided hiding in the trunk of Moncado's car was even an option? You'll kill Sully the next time you see him. You know he did this on purpose. He's always mocking you for your crush and what better way to force you to confront your affection than locking you away with the person who holds it?

It's like the hell version of seven minutes in heaven.

Sucking in a shallow breath, you close your eyes and try to concentrate on focusing your mind elsewhere. Snow. Iced tea. Root beer floats. Winter. My refrigerator at home.

"You alright?" Nate whispers from behind you. His breath is hot against your shoulder, but somehow it cools you for a fraction of a second as he speaks.

"Yeah, just... hot," you huff out.

He lets out a little laugh. "I feel that."

You try to shift your ass away, but your knees knock hard against the side of the trunk and you curse through gritted teeth.

"What did you do?" he asks.

"Hit my knee," you hiss, trying to rub the throb away. "If we don't suffocate in here, I swear I'm gonna ring Sully's neck."

Nate laughs softly. The harmonious sound sends a wave of arousal straight through you, and you quickly chastise yourself.

Now is not the time to get horny, no matter how good it feels to have him this close.

He moves again and the swell of his cock is more prominent now. You groan under your breath, but in the quiet confines of the car, no sound is lost.

"Did you hit your knee again?"

"No, I... I'm fine," you quickly shut down.

He doesn't respond this time, and just the sound of his breathing fills the trunk. Steady but shallow. You wish you could say the same. Your chest is getting rapidly tighter and each intake of air hurts the back of your throat. Despite the lack of sight, you can still envision the sides closing in around you. Claustrophobia is starting to get to you, and you begin to feel a panic attack building.