Enjin's reaction to you nearly passing out/ passing out mid sex?
The room is spinning even though you're flat on your back.
You've lost count how many times you cameโfive? Six? Seven?โsomewhere after the third time he flipped you onto your stomach and fucked you through another shattering orgasm, the edges of your vision started going fuzzy. Now everything feels liquid and way too hot. Your limbs are heavy lead, chest heaving like you've run a marathon, and the pleasure that was electric is starting to tip into something overwhelming.
Your eyes flutter, rolling back involuntarily as another weak spasm ripples through you. The world narrows to black spots dancing at the corners.
Enjin notices your body melting and going limp. Heโs still buried deep inside of you, hips slowed but not stopped, still grinding in lazy, shallow circles like he canโt help himself. But the second your head lolls to the side and your breathing turns raggedโtoo fast and too shallow, he freezes for a second.
He knows these sighs. It has happened before.
โHeyโhey, babe.โ His voice drops from that rough, fucked-out growl to something low, urgent, gentle in a way that cuts straight through the haze. One big hand cups your cheek, thumb stroking under your eye. โLook at me. Yeah? Right here.โ
You try. Your lids are so heavy. Everything blurs.
He pulls out slowlyโcareful, so carefulโand the sudden emptiness makes you whimper pathetically. He shifts his weight, bracketing you with his arms, caging you in without crushing you. His forehead presses to yours as your sweat-slick skin sticks together.
โEyes on me, princess. Cโmon.โ He kisses youโsoft at first, just lips brushing lips, coaxing. When you donโt respond fast enough he deepens it, slow and deliberate, tongue sliding against yours like heโs trying to pull your consciousness back through the kiss alone. One hand slides to the back of your neck, cradling, grounding. The other finds your wrist, thumb pressing over your racing pulse.
โBreathe with me, yeah?โ he murmurs against your mouth. โInโฆ out. Thatโs it. Good girl.โ
You manage a shaky inhale. The black spots recede a little.
โThere you are.โ Relief floods his voice, raw and real. He kisses your temple, your cheekbone, the corner of your eye where a tear slipped out without you noticing. โScared the shit outta me for a second.โ
You try to speakโsomething like โsorryโโbut it comes out as a broken little sound.
โNah. Donโt.โ He shakes his head, yellow eyes searching yours, softer than youโve ever seen them. โYou donโt apologize for coming so hard you almost black out on my cock. Thatโs a fuckinโ compliment.โ
A weak laugh bubbles out of you despite everything. He grinsโsmall, crooked, still worried but trying to play it off.
โBut weโre tapping out,โ he says firmly. No room for argument. He rolls to the side, pulling you with him so youโre tucked against his chest, legs tangled, his heartbeat thumping steady under your ear. One arm bands around your waist like heโs afraid youโll float away if he lets go. The other hand strokes down your spineโlong, soothing passes.
โStay with me, yeah?โ he whispers into your hair. โNo passing out. I need those pretty eyes open so I can see when youโre ready to yell at me for being too greedy.โ
You manage a tiny nod, fingers curling weakly into his chest.
He exhalesโlong, shakyโlike heโs been holding his breath the whole time. Then he presses another kiss to your forehead, lingering.
You mumble something incoherent into his skin, something about him being mean to you, and he chuckles, the sound vibrating through you.
He keeps stroking your back, slow and steady, until your eyelids stop feeling like they weigh a ton and your breathing evens out.