contains: fluff, slow burn, jealousy, weed,‘food play’,smut (p in v) needy!nate boat sex
a/n: happy birfday to natey poo (said i was gonna post at 12 but i was tew busy 😣)
it’s nate’s birthday. it might not be a big deal to him, but it is to you. any birthday should be a big deal, but specifically your boyfriends.
you’re sure a part of nate wants the celebration. he needs it.
it’s a surprise, or else he would never go through with it. you’ve decided to hold the party on a boat to switch things up. a large cake is in the freezer, which will be brought out towards the end.
one of his gifts is what you’re wearing; a black tiny dress with no back and a low cut in the front, no bra, and a lacy black thong.
and for substance, you’ve called in ryan and roman for that. nate is obnoxious when he’s high, but it’s his birthday.
there’s a smile in his voice. “hey. what you up to?”
“getting ready for tonight.”
“oh, really? are you naked?”
you look down at your dress. “pretty much.”
nate thinks just the two of you are celebrating his birthday tonight, that his friends won’t be there. he’ll be so fucking happy to see that an entire party has been played out just for him because he knows how you feel about parties. you like one every once in a while, but you hate putting up with nate when he’s high.
tonight, you won’t make a big deal about it.
you would love to send him a picture and hear him growl over the phone, tell you how sexy you are, and the things he wants to do to you, but, “it’s a surprise. you have to wait until tonight.”
he makes a dissatisfied noise. “alright.”
“i miss you too. i can’t wait to see you tonight. you’re meeting me by the dock, right?”
“yeah. at eight. don’t come before that.”
“i will try my hardest to come before that.” he smiles through the phone.
you stifle a giggle. “i love you. happy birthday.”
spot nate’s car as he pulls up at the top of the hill. you shout at the nearby crowd that he’s here, and some people get quiet.
nate climbs out and walks down the hill towards you. his friends stand behind you, shouting his name and whistling. you smile and welcome him with open arms.
“a party,” you say. “for you.”
his eyes sparkle as he takes it all in.
“you threw me a party?” nate says.
people shout hellos and happy birthdays at him. he nods back. then he looks at you up and down and tugs at the top of your dress.
he sounds shy, which makes you horny. but you remember he’s the birthday boy and everyone is going to want to talk to him.
he squeezes your ass, and his voice hardens. “i bet everyone will like it,” he adds.
he’s already jealous. you can feel it in the way he touches you, keeping you as close to him as possible like somebody will snatch you up.
“i only care if you like it,” you say with a pout.
“i do, baby, i do,” and he leans in to kiss you when ryan comes barreling into him. you jump aside just in time to miss roman, who also crashes into nate. and just like that, your boyfriend is gone. later, he’ll find you wine drunk by yourself in the cockpit, looking a mess, waiting desperately for him.
you stray away to find angelo lingering nearby. he watches nate’s friends interact with him before he thinks of approaching. that’s one reason you prefer angelo over ryan and roman; he’s a better kind of obnoxious.
but then the boys drag nate towards everyone else, and nate looks at you. he glances over his shoulder then makes his way towards you. “let’s go quick,” he whispers, and he grabs your wrist.
up the spiral staircase to the upper deck where only a few people hanging out.
you and nate stand by the railing as the boat rocks. the music changes from one song to the next, one you and nate both like.
you move your ass around on nate’s crotch, just subtly enough that other people don’t notice right away. it livens him up, and he locks his fingers around your hip to keep you there.
you were only doing it for a little bit of fun, but it feels good. he’s hardening. nate nuzzles his face in the crock of your neck and breathes you in.
“how do you feel about the party?” you ask him.
he kisses up the right side of you neck. “i like it.”
“how do you feel about this dress?”
he sweeps your hair aside and kisses up the left of your neck. “i fucking love it.” he slides his hands down your ass then back up, lifting your dress.
“but i wish you weren’t wearing it in front of these people.”
“nate, oh my God!” you yank the back of your dress down.
nate embraces you from behind, making sure you feel how hard he is, how bad he wants it.
a song you like comes on, but halfway through, a voice says, “hey. y/n.”
you look over, and r/n, shirtless with sandy hair and freckles brought out by the sun. his grin is bigger than his face.
“oh, hey. what’s up?” your heart pounds at the thought of nate right behind you, what his face must look like watching this guy approach you like an old friend.
“it’s his birthday.” you gesture to nate, who then pulls you in with his arm around your neck. he won’t say anything to r/n, but he doesn’t like him here, talking to you.
and r/n seems to get that vibe. he says a quick hello to nate then tells you that he’ll see you around. as r/n walks away, nate’s hands are tight on your hips.
“what a douche,” he says.
you peck nate on the lips then frown. “he’s harmless.”
“i don’t want him nate. look at me. look at me.” but he keeps staring at the direction r/n went in. “forget him. i’m here with you. i wore this for you. i wanna feel you.”
he licks his lips then kisses you. “you wanna feel me, is that what you said?”
nate glances around to make sure no one is watching then takes your hand and presses it against his crotch. you smile at each other, he’s hard.
someone shouts his name from the deck below. both of you ignore it until it comes again, and then hollis appears.
you step back from nate. he and hollis talk, hollis invites him downstairs to smoke but nate wants to stay here with you. “i’m gonna stay with my girl, but i’ll see you down there.”
hollis looks annoyed but trudges away.
hours later, most people have left. the sun has set, and the lanterns are on. after a majority had left, ryan drove the boat out to the middle of the water and stalled it.
he’s found some girl to flirt with, roman is talking to a group of guys, and angelo has left.
you tug at nate to follow you inside the cockpit. he carries his beer with him, his fingers through yours.
you’ve all had cake. it was dark, except for the candles on it that lit your way towards him across the deck with his friends right behind. his smile made him look like a kid again. a flash went off, someone took a picture of it.
everyone sang happy birthday, and in the end, ryan and roman forced nate’s face into the cake. you sat on nate’s lap while both of you ate. someone put the cake in the cockpit when no one was having anymore.
nate shuts and locks the door then comes to sit beside you on the couch.
he brushes your hair back. “i wish i had you all to myself.”
nate leans in and kisses your neck. it’s gentle, just a peck, at first, but then he nips you with his teeth.
“how was it with the guys?” you wrap your arms around his neck.
“fun,” he says, still kissing your neck.
earlier, while you hung out on one of the deck chairs and smoked a joint and watched everybody from behind your sunglasses, nate joined his friends and smoked with them, drank some beers, played some games. he turned around to check on you every now and then with a big, flashy smile that made you giddy. you couldn't wait to have him all to yourself.
his lips move down your neck. he nibbles at your neck like he’s hungry.
you eye the cake. you want another slice.
you stand up, and nate asks what you’re doing. you grab the butter knife and cut yourself a slice, grabbing a fork, and dig in.
nate blinks at you as you sit back down beside him.
"what are you doing?" he asks, again.
he looks at the cake, at the blue frosting.
before he says anything, you dip your finger into the frosting and smear it on his face.
he grabs your wrist. "what the hell?"
you grin at him. just before he gets really mad, you lean in and lick it up off his cheek.
he stares back at you for a moment and blinks. then, his expression softens. he dips his finger into the frosting and smears it on your lips with his finger, gently, and he kisses you, sucks it off your bottom lip.
you moan and giggle when he pulls back.
you kiss, and together, you get nate out of his shirt. you take more of the cake and spread it over his naked torso. nate leans back to let you climb over him. with your hands on his knees, you lean over him and lick up the cake.
nate watches. “holy fuck.” he laughs.
“it tastes better on you.” you slide your tongue, slowly, deliberately, up and over his abs, licking up every last bit.
you sit up and wipe your mouth of any frosting. "happy birthday, baby." you peck him on the lips.
"get undressed," he says.
but he's already rolling you over, and you're forced onto your feet. his words register, and you remove the top of your dress with shaky hands. it falls down, exposing your chest. nate’s mouth waters. his hand comes in and grabs one, as if for comfort. you press your foreheads together, and nate dips his fingers in the frosting then smears it over your nipples. the icing is cold and gives you goosebumps. but then nate grabs your right breast and vacuum sucks on your nipple, swirls his tongue around so he gets all the frosting.
then he does the same thing to your left breast. you throw your head back and moan, grabbing onto anything within your reach. nate pulls you closer, makes his tongue dance on your nipple, and you almost come right then and there.
"God, you're so sexy," he says. "you’re the sexiest girl i’ve ever known." he takes more frosting and paints it down your stomach, stopping just above the hemline of your underwear. it’s your turn, and it's going to be torture.
when he starts off at the top, you start off with whimpers. the further down he goes, the stronger your noises become. if people hanging out outside of the cockpit listen closely enough, they would probably be able to hear you.
you feel like you're melting in chocolate.
nate pulls your underwear down to kiss you, and then he pulls it aside. you listen to the quick rip of his zipper and feel him struggle with himself, and finally, he pushes inside.
he stays there, deep inside you, for a moment, still a little tipsy from the drinks he's consumed.
"you’re the birthday boy," you say. "sit back."
nate grins and does as told. you cradle his lap, throw your arms around his neck, and kiss him.
"i wanted to wear something nice for you when we did this, but..."
"you are wearing something nice." his hands slide to your bare back.
his eyebrows shoot up. he grabs your ass with both of his hands and squeezes.
"there’s not much you can wear underneath."
he runs his tongue along his teeth. you want his tongue in your mouth. so you kiss him, and when he's distracted enough, you start to slowly move on him. he moans into your mouth and melts underneath you. he tastes like alcohol and weed smoke and cheap, blue frosting. you consume him.
"what if someone comes in?" he whispers.
"but what if they did? i don't want anybody to see you like this." he glances at your bare breasts.
"i’ll tell them im giving the birthday boy his present. don’t worry, it's locked."
nate holds onto your hips and encourages you to keep riding him. since it's his birthday, you have to do what he wants. so, you start with a slow rhythm, which makes him shudder and moan.
"already?" you tease. "you’re gonna be easy, huh?"
nate pushes you away by your thighs while pumping himself up into you, needing you.
"but you're so sexy when you cum. please, i wanna see you cum."
he’s whiney, which means he's close. he keeps pushing against you like he's trying to push you off, like he can't take it anymore.
"you cum so fast when i’m on top. are you having trouble?"
his hips buck up into you. "i’m close."
nate watches you touch yourself and moan.
he moans back and squeezes your thighs.
it’s enough for him to come. "slow. slow, slow."
you massage yourself faster, make sure to get him in deep, which makes him weaken, he's already having a difficult time holding on in order to catch up to him. he wants to see you cum.
nate runs his hands up and down your body.
"i want you to cum on me. i want you to cum on me, please."
he takes over massaging your clit with two of his fingers, and that pull takes over you.
a warm sensation, and you're coming all around him.
nate quickly pulls out and cums on your stomach his orgasms are always stronger when you cum first.
both of you laugh, catching your breaths, as you come down. your skin is sticky with sweat, and you're dizzy. you roll off of nate, who reaches for the cake, sticks his finger in the icing, and offers it up to you.
you wrap your hand around his fist and suck his finger. nate watches, enthused.
"you’re so sexy," he says.
you pull away from his finger with a loud, wet pop and smile from ear to ear. "happy birthday, baby."
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