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hey! loved your writing ♥️♥️ may I ask for... feminization? I know it sounds a bit weird....

thank you so much, anon!! ♡ and it's not weird at all, not to me at least! i was actually hoping someone would ask for this since i'm a huge fan of this kind of stuff lol. anyways! enjoy!

tim drake x male reader

# SUMMARY: tim’s being a brat. you fuck it out of him.

⁺ MDNI

⁺ WC: 2000+

# TAGS: +18 explicit content ／ top male!reader ／ reader has a cock ／ bottom!tim ／ feminization ／degradation ／ brat!tim ／dirty talk ／cockdrunk tim (sorry not sorry) ／ words like pussy and cunt being used to describe tim's anatomy ／slight breeding kink ／ subspace, i guess ／objectifying ／ rough anal sex ／creampie ／overstimulation .ᐟ

He should’ve been limp, ruined, completely out of his mind…

But you knew Tim Drake — and you knew exactly how stubborn he could be.

Even with your cock still buried inside him, his hole red, puffy, fluttering, leaking mess from the two full loads running vulgar trails down his toned thighs, his whole body trembling from being used until his legs simply gave out — he still had the nerve, the audacity, to try and talk back.

To be a brat.

“You know…” His voice was absolutely wrecked, raspy, but somehow still sharp. His arms stayed wrapped tight around your neck, dragging you closer. “For someone who kept running his mouth about putting me in my place... You kinda suck at it.”

You blinked. Slowly. Not fully believing what just came out of that boy’s mouth.

“...What did you just say to me?”

Tim smiled, face flushed — smeared with the black mascara he used under his mask — and dried tears. Sweat clung to his skin, like a melting painting.

“You heard me just fine.”

Your hands gripped his hips tighter, feeling your control wobble inside of your being. “Oh. Oh. So that’s how you wanna play it, huh, princess?”

“Maybe...” He batted his lashes in fake innocence — an act you knew very well — but his hips pressed down, grinding against your cock as if he's daring you. And he was. “What are you gonna do about it, babe?”

You let out a low, sharp laugh, pulling out completely — hearing his broken, breathy whine at the sudden emptiness — before flipping him onto his stomach like he weighed nothing. “Oh, Tim… You have no idea what you just did.”

His arms wrapped tight around the pillows beneath him, face buried into them down to his nose, trembling with anticipation.

Oh no. You weren’t letting him hide like that after winding you up.

Your hand grabbed straight into his raven, damp hair — soft but messy from earlier — pausing only to stroke through it once before fisting a handful, yanking his face to the side. Your other hand latched back onto his waist, dragging a needy, whiny sound from his throat, positioning him in the filthiest angle possible — his back, deep arched off the bed, presenting every inch of that ruined, messy hole of his.

You didn’t wait another second — and shoved your cock right back in, pushing through the hot, wet mess of his cunt, already swollen and dripping with your cum. You sank in slow, just to make him feel every single part of you entering.

Tim gasped, loud, body jolting as you bottomed out, cock pressing so deep inside him it punched the air from his lungs. His lips twitched into a broken little smile. Still bratty. Still mouthing off. “T-That’s... All you’ve g—”

SLAP.

Your palm crashed down on one cheek, the skin blooming a bright red under your hand, heat radiating instantly. His entire body jolted, almost collapsing forward.

“F-Fuck—!”

“Oh yeah? Mouthy little thing, aren’t you?” Your hand came down again, even harder on the same spot, forcing him to arch back into it, clenching deliciously around you. “Talking back while you’re like this — dripping, begging for it.. When this stupid messy pussy’s already been fucked full twice. You’ve got some fucking nerve, princess.”

“Y-You… You hit like a— like a fuckin’ b-bitch...” he panted, breath hitching, but grinding back against you anyway, as wanting as ever.

“Oh, sweetheart. You’re gonna regret saying that.”

You pulled almost all the way out — tip barely inside — before slamming back in, deep, hard, punching the air out of him, leaving him choking on his own spit and breath. His fingers went pale from how tightly he clutched the pillows.

“H-Holy shit! W-Wait—f-fuck—”

“Nah.” Your fist yanked his hair back, forcing him to meet your eyes. “My pretty girlfriend wants attention, doesn't she? Then take it. Take everything like the spoiled, little bratty princess you are.”

Tim’s moans shot up in volume, spilling into desperate, broken sobs. Every thrust knocked what little was left of his sanity further out of him. The sound of your skin slapping against his, the wet, obscene noise of your cock destroying his sloppy entranced echoed shamelessly around his room.

His neglected cock bounced uselessly between his legs, red and leaking, untouched, dripping against sheets already ruined by his own precum.

It was hypnotic. The most perfect, filthy thing you’d ever seen.

“Look at this. Look at you. So wet. Pathetic. All that attitude, but this dumb pussy still grips me like it was made for this.”

“S-Shut up...” he whimpered.

Another sharp slap — this time on the other cheek, leaving it just as red, just as hot. Tim cried out, trembling violently.

Was it pain? Was it pleasure?

He didn't even seemed to care anymore.

“Oh, you want me to shut up?” You grabbed his hair again, dragged his head back until you could growl into his ear, voice low, cruel. “That’s real rich coming from someone who loves getting used like a fuckin’ toy. You’re my needy little cumdump, aren’t you, Timmy? That’s all you are, baby girl. Just a pretty little hole for me to ruin until you’re begging me to stop.”

“N-N—Not... I'm not...” he whimpered, voice cracking into something soft, desperate. His thighs twitched, spasming — his body betraying him as his cunt squeezed tight, fluttering, begging for more.

“Oh, aren't you?”

Your hand slid from his hair to his throat, pressing just enough to make his head spin, fingers squeezing the sides to cut off just enough air.

“N-n—no... ngh...” His voice broke, biting his lip until the taste of metal spread across his tongue.

“Then what do you call this, honey?” You slammed right into his prostate, stayed there, grinding deep, letting him feel every inch. His cry was wrecked.

You didn’t move. You waited. Waited until his trembling hand weakly started slapping against your bicep — his pathetic little signal that he needed you to move. To give him more.

“Needy, huh?” Your cock dragged almost all the way out, watching as his pussy clenched down, sucking, trying to keep you. “See that? Even this dumb little cunt knows it’s just a hole. It doesn’t wanna let me go.”

“Shut up—shut up—!”

“No, baby.” You hauled him upright against your chest, palm squeezing his throat, the other forcing his legs wider. “Not until you admit it.”

“I... I won’t...” His voice shattered — barely a whisper now.

“Oh, you will.” Your hand slid down to his neglected cock, fisting the base, jerking him, smearing the drool of precum over his length, all while slamming deep into that same spongy spot inside him. “Say it. Tell me what you are.”

“F-Fuck you—” His sob broke into a gasp — his cunt clenching so tight it made your own vision blur.

“I’m already fucking you, baby. Fucking you stupid. You’re melting for me, my pretty little girl. Just a hole to breed. Just a messy little thing to fuck until there’s nothing left of you.”

His legs buckled — his body collapsing against you, head lolling back on your shoulder, blue eyes glassy, makeup ruined, lips trembling.

You could feel it. He was right there — breaking.

“N-No—... I’m—”

“Say it, Tim.” You growled, thrusting slower, meaner, holding him still, keeping him right on the edge. “Say it, baby. C’mon.”

“F-Fuck—Shit—I... I’m just a—” His voice hitched, throat squeezing, cunt milking you desperately. “I’m just a—just a needy little hole—!”

“Louder.”

“I’M JUST A NEEDY LITTLE HOLE—!”

“That’s right.” You snarled, slamming back in, fucking him harder. “My perfect little hole. My beautiful princess. Good for nothing but for taking my cock and being treated like a girl. You fuckin’ love it, don’t you, Timmy?”

“YES—Yes—fuck—I love it—I love it so much—!” he sobbed, choking on it, babbling nonsense as his cunt spasmed, squeezing you like his body didn’t know how to let go.

You wrapped your hand around his jaw, dragging him into a messy, desperate kiss — tongues sliding, biting his lip until he whimpered. The moment you did, his cock twitched helplessly in your palm and — he came again. The third time that night. Just a few weak drops, barely anything left.

But his body didn’t care.

You let him collapse face-first into the pillows, still buried deep inside him, watching the trembles rack his body.

“I knew it.” you whispered, pressing possessive kisses to his sweaty shoulder.

Tim trembled like a leaf, face streaked with ruined mascara, lips puffy, red, so very perfect. His thighs shook, his poor, sloppy cunt twitching around your cock like it still wasn’t enough.

You throbbed inside him.

And of course — he felt it.

Over his shoulder, eyes bleary, he whispered breathlessly, “Y-You... You didn’t even fill my pussy again... like you said you would...” His hands slid to his thighs, spreading himself open for you, showing off how your cock was still buried deep, how messy, how stretched, how full he already was. “P-Please..”

God. He couldn’t barely move anymore. Couldn’t work his hips — he just laid there, open, waiting.

“Jesus, Tim,” You gasped, grabbing his hands, pinning them to his thighs. “Look at you, sweetheart...”

“H-hhn... J-Just... Fuck me.. Give i-it to me..”

So you did.

You started moving again — fast, deep, brutal — fucking him with everything you had left. The filthy, wet, obscene sounds filled the room instantly, skin slapping, your cock punching back into that sloppy, ruined hole like it belonged there.

Tim let out a noise straight from his throat — raw, desperate, something between a moan and a sob, something completely visceral. His pussy was overloaded, still dripping from everything you’d pumped into him already — and yet it still fluttered around you like it wasn’t anywhere near done.

His pretty hands — long, delicate, so perfect — trembled where you pinned them to his own thighs, holding himself wide open for you, giving you the best view imaginable.

“Oh—fuck—ohfuckohfuck—” Tim whimpered, his voice muffled by his own lips — biting them again to hold back the noise. “It’s—f-fuck—it’s too much... so full—”

“Aww, baby...” You hissed through your teeth, feeling the way his cunt spasmed tighter, trembling, clenching, like it never wanted to let you go. “My girl’s cockdrunk... how precious.”

“Nnh—uh, uh—” He shook his head, denying, crying — but his body betrayed him. His hips rocked back, desperate to meet your thrusts, chasing it like a drug. “N-Not... f-fuck...”

“Oh, darling...” Your hands cupped his ass, squeezing, fingers digging into the plush, bruised skin. You started spanking him again — soft this time — each slap making him jolt, whimper, clench. “You love this. Love having my cock splitting your pussy open like the dumb little toy you are. You love getting stuffed full of my cum like the perfect little cumdump you are, don’t you, Tim?”

“I—” His voice trembled, tiny, broken. “I—I love it... fuck... I love it so much... I wanna—wanna be f-filled with your cum...”

“Of course, you do.” Your nails dug into his hips, wishing the marks could stay there forever. “My perfect girlfriend. My baby. Just a dumb little thing that loves being stuffed full and bred, huh?”

Tim’s whole body trembled — his teeth sinking into the pillow again to stifle the filthy, wrecked sounds spilling out of him. All you could hear now were his desperate, muffled whimpers, the broken “uh-uh-uh” gasping from his lips every time you pounded back into him.

His hips were moving on their own — or trying to — tiny little circles, pathetic attempts to grind against you, to meet your thrusts, to take even more. Like his entire life depended on being filled.

“Sh-Sho—” His voice came out slurred, scrambled, his mind clearly broken. “S-Sho good...”

You pressed your chest to his back again, mouth by his ear, biting his earlobe hard, then licking over it, voice dropping into something cruel and loving at the same time. “You hear that, baby? Hear how wet you are? Hear how filthy this pretty pussy sounds when I ruin it? ” You kissed the top of his head, inhaling the smell of sweat, sex, and his expensive shampoo. “Next time, I’m making you ride me even after dumping three loads in you. Bet you won’t even be able to stay upright, princess.”

“Y-Yeah—uh—wanna— wanna make you... cum inside... again...” Tim wasn’t even coherent anymore. His words were a broken mess of nonsense between sobs and moans, completely strung out on cock and desperation.

“Fuck, Tim...” You laughed breathlessly. “How the fuck did I land a girl like you? You’re perfect. Made for me. Made to keep my cock warm.”

You felt it — the way he tightened. That signature squeeze. The way his body convulsed when he came. His whole frame curling in, pussy clamping down so tight you thought you might black out. You knew — you knew — his cock hadn’t even gotten hard again. He was cumming from nothing but getting fucked out of his mind.

“F-fuck—! I’m—I’m cumming—again—!”

“I know, baby. I can feel it.” You drove yourself into him, so deep it felt like you could split him open. One final slap to his ass, then your arms bracketed his head, caging him in. “Keep squeezing me like that, honey. Keep milking me. That’s all you’re good for. Just a tight little hole for me to dump my cum into. That’s all you are, pretty girl.”

Tim nodded frantically, whining, begging, “P-Please... please... Fill me again...”

“Look at you,” you growled. “Acting like a brat earlier — and now look where you are. Crying. Begging. Just a messy little fucktoy for me to use. My princess...”

It didn’t take long — not with how his cunt clamped down, how sweet he cried for it, how his body begged for it. Just a few more rough thrusts and you broke — shoved yourself as deep as you could possibly go, buried to the hilt, cock pulsing, spilling another load deep inside him.

Tim whimpered when he felt it. Couldn’t even scream anymore. Just this tiny, broken sound — so small, so wrecked.

His cunt was stuffed. Overflowing. Cum leaking around where your cock stretched him wide, pouring down his thighs, staining the ruined sheets beneath him.

But you didn’t pull out. Not yet. No — you laid down beside him carefully, pulled him into your chest, cock still buried inside, keeping him plugged full like you promised.

“S-So full...” he whispered, voice barely there.

You wrapped your arms around his trembling body, fingers pressing into his stomach, feeling how round, how full it was. Your lips peppered kisses into his sweaty nape, down his neck, tasting salt and sex and him.

“A-ah... I-I... W-Want...—”

“Shh...” You silenced him, brushing his hair back, tucking the strands behind his ear. “It’s okay, princess... You don’t need to do anything. Just rest, okay? I’m keeping this pretty pussy full ‘til you wake up, baby.”

Tim nodded. Slowly. Eyes fluttering closed, completely wrecked.

Completely yours.

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https-tim · 6 days ago

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closer i get, can you resist?

tim drake x male!reader

# SUMMARY: you and tim drake — the guy who drives you absolutely crazy in every possible way — get picked to play seven minutes in heaven at a party.

⁺ MDNI

⁺ WC: 2000+

# TAGS: mature content／male!reader ／AMAB!reader ／power bottom!tim ( implicit )／making out／reader has a slight praise kink ／dry humping .ᐟ

Please, anyone but me, anyone but me, anyone but me…

The thought — or rather, the desperate plea — hammered in your head so hard, so relentlessly, that you could barely hear the loud laughter or the sounds of the lively party around you. The colorful lights flashed frantically, conversations overlapped, and in the middle of it all, that damn translucent green bottle spun on the wooden floor, deciding who the lucky — or unfortunate — pair would be to get locked in a closet for seven minutes.

You didn’t even realize you'd squeezed your eyes shut before the bottle finally stopped, too nervous to keep watching. When the loud gasps and cheers exploded across the room, you opened them hesitantly, staring first at the base of the bottle where it pointed for just a few seconds... then followed it to the person sitting directly across from you.

Tim Drake.

The brightest guy in the entire circle. The sharpest, most sarcastic, annoyingly handsome, and dangerously charming person you've ever had the misfortune—or luck—to meet. The one guy you’ve been trying, so damn hard, to pretend doesn’t make your knees weak just by looking at you.

If it had been anyone else, you probably would've ripped your own hair out, made up some excuse about not feeling well, and bolted like the absolute coward you are.

But…

Tim, huh?

Your palms started sweating, your throat drying the instant his eyes met yours. Those piercing, crystal-blue eyes scanning you up and down, studying you, making your stomach flip.

Someone — clearly drunk — yelled above the noise, "Well, well, look at that! Seven Minutes In Heaven! You two!"

Your heart was about to break free from your chest. Your whole body was trembling in pure anticipation.

And Tim...

Tim just... raised an eyebrow. Smirked — that smirk that looked like both an invitation and a threat. He stood from the cold floor with infuriating calm, straightening the hem of his red jacket.

"Come." He said. Simple. Casual. Direct. Not even pretending to protest about where you both were headed.

Maybe there was the slightest hint of a blush on his cheeks — something you might have noticed at another time — but right now, you were far too focused on not tripping over your own feet as you followed him like a pathetic, awkward duckling.

You avoided every pair of eyes burning into your back, ignored the loud, teasing cheers from the others as you both walked away, pretending it was all fine — when in reality, you were seconds away from passing out from sheer nerves.

The closet door creaked open. You noticed it wasn’t exactly tiny... but not comfortable enough for the both of you. Shelves lined the walls, stacked with random boxes.

You would’ve been in complete darkness if not for the gaps in the door hinges, letting in the flickering, colorful lights from outside.

You inhaled sharply, stepped inside, and as soon as Tim followed, the door shut behind him with a loud click that echoed far too loudly for your liking.

You were officially locked in.

All you could hear was the muffled beat of music bleeding through the house...

And your own heart. Pounding like crazy inside your chest.

“...D-Dude...” Your voice cracked, trembling. You wanted to smack yourself. “This... this is really happening.”

You couldn’t even look properly in front of you. At Tim. Your face was burning. Your hands were clenched tight into fists. Your soul? Probably floating somewhere out of your body by now.

Across from you, Tim let out a soft chuckle. Low. Subtle. That goddamn laugh that somehow made everything even worse — you could already tell you'd never stop thinking about it on a loop.

"You’re so nervous... just ‘cause you’re stuck in here with me?" His voice was calm. Too calm. But you caught the teasing edge laced in it.

You tried, somehow, to look like you were in control. Leaned against one of the shelves, crossed your arms, bent one leg, propped it against the wall...

But you were so tense, the pose just made you look awkward.

“I... I’m not,” you lied. A terrible, pathetic lie. “Not even... a little.”

Tim took a step forward. You didn’t so much see it—you felt it. The warmth of his body invaded your space, along with his scent: expensive cologne mixed with... something else. Something distinctly him. Addictive.

A smell you'd recognize anywhere. Even blindfolded.

“Really?” His voice dropped a notch. “'Cause... you’re breathing kinda fast.”

You swallowed thickly, throat threatening to close up, eyes darting anywhere but at him. Anywhere but at the boy who looked like he was made specifically to ruin your sanity.

“I just... I just think this is, uhm... really... embarrassing...” you mumbled, unsure.

“Hmm...” He pretended to think. “Is it more embarrassing for you... or for me? Stuck here with someone who can’t even look me in the face?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, breathing deeply. “Tim...” You barely whispered his name, voice a fragile murmur in the dim space.

Another step. His sneaker brushed against yours. The closet was small enough that his knee — covered in tight denim — nudged against your leg. You jerked back instinctively, spine slamming against the wall behind you.

He noticed. Of course he did.

"Look at you... all cornered...” His voice slowed, dripping with something heavy. “Kinda cute...”

The way he said it made your legs buckle.

Cute...?

You opened your mouth to answer, but nothing came out. Just a broken little sound.

Tim chuckled again, clearly entertained. As if he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

“Funny...” He leaned a hand against the wall, right next to your head, his arm brushing close enough that his fingers nearly tangled in your hair. “I always thought you were... a little braver than this.”

The way he said it... like a challenge. Like bait. Like he was reeling you in just to see how far you'd go.

“It’s just... I-I didn’t expect... this...” You stammered, dignity leaking straight out of your body.

Tim tilted his head, blue eyes glinting with amusement. “Oh... were you hoping for someone else instead of me?”

The tip of his fingers grazed your shoulder. Light. Barely a touch. But it sent a full-body shiver right through you.

“That’s not it..!” You blurted way too quickly —vand hated how desperate it sounded.

Tim smiled like he’d just won something. “Hmm... so that’s how it is.” He stepped even closer, his hips nearly brushing against yours. “You wanted this... but now that you’ve got it, you don’t know what to do, huh?”

He was too close. Too warm.

One of his hands found yours, gripping your wrist and guiding it to his waist. It was almost automatic — the way your fingers clenched, sinking into his warm skin beneath the hem of his shirt. You felt Tim suck in a sharp breath at the contact.

Before you could even think, his other hand slid up, cradling your jaw, pulling your face toward his until you had no choice but to look at him.

“Look at me.” He whispered.

And you did. You had no choice.

His eyes... darker now. Hungry. So hungry it knocked the air right out of your lungs.

It was almost impossible to believe this was for you.

Tim’s fingers stayed steady on your face — not rough, but firm. Firm enough to make sure you knew... looking away wasn’t an option.

And before your brain could even catch up — Tim closed the distance.

The kiss landed hard. Hot. Immediate. No warning. No hesitation.

His lips were everything you’d imagined—and maybe worse. Or better. They molded perfectly against yours, desperate, urgent, like he’d been waiting for this far too long.

He kissed you like he knew exactly how to dismantle you. Tongue slipping between your lips without asking, exploring, teasing, pushing.

You could already taste yourself getting addicted to him — the faint trace of the drink he’d had earlier mixed with a bitter note of coffee buried somewhere in the background.

And the way he grabbed your shirt collar with one hand, the other still holding your jaw, fully in control... made it all even worse.

Or better.

You weren’t sure anymore.

You kissed him back the best you could. Clumsy. Nervous. But just as hungry. Your free hand — once trembling — found his waist, slipping beneath his shirt to stroke warm, soft skin. You wanted more. More contact. More time. More Tim.

And Tim matched everything. Every squeeze, every pull. A needy whimper escaped him when he felt both your hands gripping him tight.

As your fingers drew slow, shaky circles over his waist, sliding up his back to drag him closer — Tim let out a muffled moan right into your mouth.

That’s when you realized, without even meaning to...

Your hips had started moving.

Instinctive. Slow, at first—almost shy. But then... steady. Deliberate.

You were... grinding against him.

Really grinding. Almost humping.

The moment you realized — you froze. Shame hit like a punch to the gut.

But before you could pull away, apologize, or do anything at all — Tim chuckled against your lips.

A low, gravelly sound, playful. Cocky.

His mouth brushed against yours. “Well, well... what do we have here...”

He rolled his hips. Slowly. On purpose. Pressing right back against you.

“Not bad for someone who was dying of embarrassment two seconds ago...”

His voice was pure honey. Sweet. Sticky. Decorated with a grin you could literally feel against your skin.

“S-Sorry..! I didn’t mean to—” You stammered, mortified.

His hips rolled again. Harder this time. Slotting against yours with filthy, obscene precision — pulling a loud moan from you that you couldn’t swallow fast enough.

“I liked it...” Tim purred. “Keep going. I wanna feel exactly how much you want me...”

He bit your bottom lip, pulling it gently before letting go, eyes locked onto yours. “C’mon... don’t stop...”

And you didn’t. You couldn’t — not when Tim was asking like that.

He kept grinding against you, slow, cruel, shameless, like you had all the time in the world. His enjoyment was written all over him—the way you gasped, whimpered, trembled under every roll of his hips... it was driving him crazy.

“You’re so easy...” He whispered right into your ear, hot breath making you shiver head to toe. “Didn’t even have to try that hard and you’re already rubbing all over me...”

You wanted to snap back — You’re doing it too! — but the words died in your throat.

He slid his hand to the back of your neck, tangling in your hair, holding you still — making it clear you weren’t going anywhere.

Not that you wanted to. And he knew it. Oh, he knew it.

“So needy...” His tongue traced your bottom lip, agonizingly slow, before biting it again.

His hips rolled forward once more — harder this time, grinding right where it made your brain short-circuit. The denim friction against both your cocks was brutal. Perfect.

You moaned, gripping his tiny waist like a lifeline, and Tim smiled against your skin. “You like being controlled, don’t you?”

Another thrust — slow, but deep, right where you needed. The perfect angle.

You almost collapsed.

Tim saw it. Oh, he saw it — and he looked at you like you were pathetic. Like you were a joke.

And for some awful, incredible reason — your dick twitched painfully in your jeans at the sight.

“Good boy.” He whispered, pushing your stupid shirt aside and sinking his teeth into your collarbone.

Your body didn’t even know how to react anymore. You clung to him, pressed against him, gasping, moaning, whimpering into him, and Tim just... let you. He guided it. He fueled it — the grip on your hips, the way his own rolled against yours, his mouth hot, filthy, hungry.

And then — right in the middle of that suffocating heat, the muffled sounds of moans and your bodies grinding together —

A loud, obnoxious noise shattered everything.

“TIME’S UP!! YOUR SEVEN MINUTES ARE OVER!!”

The closet door rattled as someone banged hard on it from the outside. A loud click echoed — the second one that night — followed by clapping and bursts of laughter from the party crowd.

You froze. Completely. Heart racing. Face burning with embarrassment. Your hands were still clutching Tim’s sides.

Tim... just... laughed.

That cocky, shameless laugh. Completely satisfied with the absolute mess he’d just made out of you.

He didn’t move. Didn’t loosen his grip. Just rested his forehead against yours, panting, with that victorious smile still stretched across his lips.

“Hmm...” He bit his lower lip, running his finger slowly under your chin. “It was just starting to get fun...”

From outside, someone yelled again, pounding on the old wooden door. “HEY! LET’S GO! THERE’S ANOTHER COUPLE WAITING, LOVE BIRDS!!”

Tim sighed dramatically, and only then did he pull his body away—but kept a fistful of your shirt, tugging you close one last time to steal a soft kiss. He bit your bottom lip gently before letting go.

“See ya around...” he winked, opened the door, and stepped out — fingers running through his messy dark hair.

And God — the party lights hit his face just right. Cheeks flushed as much as yours, lips swollen and abused, and those blue eyes glinting with nothing but bad intentions.

You stood there for a few seconds, breathless, trying to figure out if you had just dreamed all of that — or if it had actually happened.

But the way your body was trembling — completely electrified — reminded you that. Yeah.

It happened.

And judging by the smug, satisfied smile on Drake’s face as he disappeared into the crowd...

He was definitely not done playing with you.

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