TWDG Imagines and Ships

Porn Drabble(Nate 400 days)

Nate slams his hips into yours and you drag your nails down his back. Russell is fast asleep in the back room of the diner and you're very much glad so.

Nate's jacket sleeve is wrapped around your head and stuffed in your mouth to keep you quiet. Nate chuckles and moves the makeshift gag when you mumble something into it.

"How are you staying so quiet?" You whine as Nate wipes off some tears that fell out of the corners of your eyes.

"I had to learn to be quiet after months of beating my dick in my truck."

You clench around him and his hips stutter. A grunt comes to a close as a whine and he stops his hips. Nate watches your face and feels you clench harder while rolling your hips.

He kisses you to hide the moans slipping from his mouth. You move away and grab his face to make him stare at you. His mouth falls open and he rolls his hips into yours.

"This isn't you beating your dick anymore. You have pussy now."

You're wiggling now, wanting him to start moving again. He shoves the sleeve of his jacket in your mouth again and presses his mouth to your neck to smother his moans and cover you in hickies.

You arch into him and thread your fingers through his hair.

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Your core is aching and your legs feel like jello. The feeling of being fucked lingering between your legs. Spots on your neck burn slightly and you wish you could get more sleep but you had to move on today.

Russell kicks your sleeping bag and you push away his foot. You slip out and start cleaning up your stuff so you can put it on the truck.

Poor little Russell is staring at you with wide eyes and looks embarrassed.

"What?" You ask and he offers you a hand up.

He leads you to the mirror and you spot the purple markings and the bruising of a bite mark from Nate. Nate appears in the mirror behind the 2 of you and looks at his handiwork.

"Ready for round 2?" Nate teases.

"You mean like 500."

"Dear god!" Russell yells and moves away from you