contains: jealousy,’fighting’,hair pulling,smut, (p in v) unprotected sex,baby threatening ¿ NOT proofread
a/n: feels like i haven’t wrote for nate only..
Nate watches you, he watches your lips move to the lyrics of the song. watches your knees bend as you dip low, then watches your hips come back up, sliding your hands along your front. he likes to watch you when you dance because you get lost in every song whether or not you know it. he likes the way your hair gets crazy, and the way your skin becomes glossy with sweat.
for now, he keeps his distance. you’re hot and you know it. that dress is new, too. you wore it for him, you'd said. that makes Nate smug. that dress tiny, black, and sheer is for his benefit. as he slithers through the crowd with his beer in hand, he wants to clap one of the guys on the back, point to you, to that dress, and say, "that sexy little thing? she wore that just for me."
you like parties. you like parties because you like to dance. and Nate likes to watch you dance. you can feel him watching you from across the room, sipping his beer, smirking to himself there by the wall like a fucking loser because he knows it's to his benefit.
and that's your fault. you were dancing to a song just like this one when he first caught sight of you. except, you thought you were with just your friend, and you hadn't seen him behind you until you noticed your friend's face had gone white. your been dancing sexually and then turned to see Nate standing in the doorway. for once, he looked caught off guard.
it could have been really embarrassing, but later you went up to him and apologized outright, mostly just to see what he'd say.
you hoped he would laugh it off. he was flustered but admitted that he'd liked what he'd seen.
Ryan grins at you. his eyes move down your body. "glad to see you're having a good time."
you roll your eyes. Ryan’s such a freak sometimes.
Ryan reaches towards you, and all the alarms go off in Nate. in the midst of a conversation, he swallows a gulp of his beer and slams the bottle on the kitchen counter.
in two seconds, he's across the room with his hand on Ryan’s arm.
Ryan does a double-take at his best friend before straightening up.
"i was just... she was having fun, i--"
Nate pushes Ryan back a little rough unexpected,Ryan staggers backwards.
the surrounding party stops dancing to watch the brewing commotion. your hands shake in anticipation as you try to steady your breath. hopefully, Nate doesn't get too rough.
"you were just, what?” he narrows his eyes on Ryan. "You were about to touch my girlfriend."
"no. Honest, Nate. i wasnt-- i wasnt gonna do anything. i was just saying hi--"
"yeah, by touching her."Nate has never reacted like this. he’s never felt this way, this protective. he’s rarely ever reacted this way to his best friend, and the look on Ryan’s face says just that.
but Nate gets ill with anger at the thought of another guy coming near you, looking at you, wanting you. touching you. no one but him.
"Nate," you say, with a shaky voice. you unstick yourself from the wall you and your friend have backed yourselves into while watching, and you step up behind your boyfriend. "Nate, hey."
he’s rigid, but he feels your hand there on his shoulder. it takes him a moment, but he snaps out of his trance and loosens up. he reaches for you and grabs hold of your body like you're an anchor. you are his anchor.
when he goes into these blind rages, you're what pulls him out.
people go back to their own lives, the party carries on, no one cares. but Ryan still looks freaked. he stands there with his hands in his front pockets and his eyes darting between you two.
you lean into Nate, and he embraces you.
he brushes the tip of his nose against yours and smiles. with the adrenaline still tingling inside of him like a car engine cooling, Nate is awashed with a newfound feeling of possession. his fingertips dig deep into your flesh until you wince. he pulls you as close to him as he can and holds you with his hot hand against your bare back.
he wants to be alone. he wants to undress you and feel you and be close to you and know that you're his, and his only. why is it so hard for Nate to believe that you're already his for life?
he stumbles out of the room, pushing you along in front of him. now. he wants to do this now. but you hit the wall in the hallway and Nate presses a hand flat against the wall beside you so you're trapped.
Nate tiptoes his fingers up your stomach.
"i’ve got this idea..." his vocals fry, which he knows makes you crazy.
he smiles and slips his fingers around the back of your neck. his breath hot in your ear, he says, "i get you pregnant."
as soon as he says it, his dick hardens. he wants it. he doesn't just want to be inside you. he wants no barriers, no obstacles. he wants a piece of him inside of you, growing, morphing, possessing.
but Nate is drunk. his eyes are half shut.
he’s just out of it, he doesn't mean it.
his smile widens, and you knew you were right. he just said it to get a reaction out of you.
"you shouldn't have jerked Ryan around," you say.
"he was mistreating you." Nate’s voice sharpens. "he was talking to you like you were some random girl at a party. like you were some..."
Nate draws back, drops his hand from the wall beside you, defeated. he lets his head rest against your shoulder, and for a minute, the two of you stay like that amongst the party, with the music thumping in the next room, some drunk girl squealing down the hall, Nate’s breath hot against your breast. When he's like this, he just needs you to hold him.
when he lifts his head again, he presses his hips against yours, that feeling gnawing at him again. he’s sure he can convince you to let him hit it raw tonight. surely, you'd be willing to let him do that.
Nate dips his head and kisses you. when you don't object, he kisses you again, harder. he tastes like beer and weed, and your suspicions are confirmed. he’s out of his mind.
"let me kiss you," he whispers.
you relax in his arms, still fully aware that people are around. you let him be in control, and Nate is hungry. he grabs your hip and bumps you into the wall. he pulls your bottom lip between his teeth and growls under his breath. your body arches into his, and he stares at it like a starving animal.
he slams you against the wall again, harder this time, with a thump.
between breaths, you say his name.
he fervently kisses down your neck.
"Nate, there are people around."
he comes back up for air, panting, and sweeps your hair aside. his mouth comes down on your neck. your nipples tingle.
he’s losing control, quickly you can tell by the way his hands frantically move around your body, over your tight, little dress that you wore just for him.
his fingers tangle in your hair, and he grabs a fistful and pulls. you gasp, a white-hot flash of pain ripping through your head, blinding you. you push him, and he lets go.
Nate can still feel the strands of your hair tight around his fingers. he twitches.
kissing you and being able to grab your hair whenever he wants is not enough.
he slides his hand back onto your waist. he likes that the dress allows him to feel your every curve, but he wishes he could tear it off you. he wants you naked, under his control, ready to take it all from him.
Nate sweetly asks for another chance by brushing the tip of his nose against yours.
he relaxes into you, and you let him in between your thighs this time. he lets his hand roam your body over your dress, his eyes watching as they go, and then he looks at you. it’s an intense, unwavering look.
he lifts the front of your dress a little and slides his hand down in between your thighs. he runs his finger over your entrance and up over your clit over the fabric of your underwear. it feels amazing, but you yank your dress back down.
"Nate." you look back and forth to make sure no one was watching. someone probably was. "what is wrong with you tonight?"
he smiles, pulling you in again. "i told you," he says. "so, what do you think?"
"about me getting you pregnant."
he watches your face, but you stare at him, heart pounding, unsure. "you’re crazy. stop." you wrap your fingers around his and squeeze. Nate chuckles.
Nate rolls deeper inside you, holding your hip to steady himself. he’s taking his time now. whatever crazed fog had filled up his brain at that party the other night has dissipated. now that you're alone with him, you're not sure if you're happy about it or bummed.
he lies down and welcomes you onto him.
you swing your leg over, and he watches as you slowly slide yourself back down.
Nate closes his eyes and gets comfortable.
he was the one who initiated sex this time.
he usually is. and Nate is still thinking about getting you pregnant. every time he thinks about it, he gets turned on. you may be on top now, but he could easily take control.
you rock faster on him. he watches your tits bounce as you lift your hair up over your arms like a goddess. it all falls back around your shoulders, over your nipples, and it makes Nate crazy. he squeezes your thighs.
"can i get you pregnant?"
Nate smiles. he still could if he wanted to.
he could just as easily not warn you of when he's about to come. he isn't wearing a condom---you rarely used condoms. it’s nice of him to even ask.
Nate squeezes your stomach and your tit and your inner thighs. "keep going, baby.
"don’t even think about cuming inside of me," you warn him.
he laughs. how stupid of her to let him in without a condom if she doesn't want him to get her pregnant. she’s teasing him.
Nate pretends like he's about to cum and you freak out. he laughs, and you slap his chest. "seriously. I'm gonna get off if you don't knock if off."
Nate already knows he'd just pull you back down, and you'd give in right away. your threat doesn't scare him, but he does like seeing you on top. he loves the view, so he stops teasing.
both of you stay quiet as you quicken your pace. Nate grabs at you like he's struggling.
you press your hand flat against his chest to you press your hand flat against his chest to steady yourself, and he jerks his hips up into you.
"no? you don't want me to get you pregnant?"
"don’t be a fucking freak."
he laughs. the bed shakes as you throw your hips back and forth. Nate runs his hand around your thigh and grabs at the flesh.
you gasp. normally, he gives you a warning, he tells you way in advance, “i’m gonna cum i’m gonna cum, get off--“
but this time when you try to climb off, Nate holds you down by your thighs. for a moment, and then he lets you hop off. just in time, too. you sit there in his lap and watch his white, hot cum pour out of his tip like a volcanic eruption.
Nate looks at you. this is normally when you clean him up, but you're pissed.
he laughs. "oh, come on."
as you climb away from him, he reaches for you and misses.
"the only reason you keep doing that is because you're pissed that Ryan was flirting with me."
Nate snaps to attention. "i don't give a fuck about Ryan."
"but you made a whole scene about it."
it’s not the only reason he wants to cum inside you. first of all, though, fuck his best friend for trying to get with you when he knows Nate is on full alert over you all the time.
"if he tries touching you again, i will break his wrist," Nate says, because you have to know that.
you roll your eyes. "Nate, just admit that you care instead of fucking with me like that."
"on one would touch you. they would know you're mine."
"people already know im yours." when he doesn't seem convinced, you take his face in your hand and say, "nobody is touching me. nobody but you. you don't have to worry about that, i promise."
"i just want you to be mine," he whispers.
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