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Volume Control | Nate Maloley

This is so short, but I caught hardcore Nate feels so here's the result.

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"Do you know how hard it was to keep my hands off of you out there?" Nate whispered as he pushed me against the wall, desperately ripping off all of my articles of clothing. "You always tease me, baby girl." A sly smile formed on my lips as he picked me up and carried me over to our shared bed. "No games, no teasing. We're getting straight to it, you've already drove me wild tonight."

"Okay," I whispered as I yanked off his shirt. He held me down as he plunged into me without warning. I cried out in pain and dug my nails into his bag as he rolled his hips crashing into me. I ran my hands down his bag, and he winced but smiled deviously showing me that he loved the pain. I shifted, and squirmed but he kept me held down unable to move from his strong grasp while he had total control.

"Trying to go somewhere?" He smirked. I shook my head and he chuckled. "Talk to me, baby girl. Show me how good you're feeling right now," he said digging his fingers into my sides causing me to groan. He kept a steady pace, matching the rhythm of my moans. "That's it, baby girl," he groaned and the thin layer of sweat on his forehead grew more and more visible by the second. He grunted and I felt my back slowly starting to arch as the tightening in my stomach grew. "You ready?" He hissed against my skin. I nodded feverishly and he went harder and faster than he ever had before. We both cried out, and as our moans of pleasure soon faded from the euphoric trip, they were replaced with gasps for air and heavy panting. 

His face was buried deep in my neck and I could feel him tugging at the thin skin with his teeth. I ran my hands through his hair and slowly felt my heart rate return back to normal. He grunted once more and I could practically feel the bruises forming on my body. He pulled the bedding over us, and remained hovering over top of me, and pressed his chest to mine while he kissed along my shoulders.

There was a knock at the door and soon it opened letting the hallway light leak in. I jumped and Nate looked behind him, and we saw three figures standing in the doorway. "What the fuck?" Sammy asked laughing. "Jesus, were the two of you loud enough?" 

"You guys need to work on volume control," Johnson chuckled.

"Fuck off guys," Nate hissed playfully. He picked up a pen that was lying on the nightstand and chucked it at the boys nearly hitting Gilinsky.

"Alright, alright we get it," Gilinsky said backing away from the door. They closed the door, and it felt as if my face was engulfed in flames. Nate grinned down at me, and rolled over to the other side of the bed, and reached into the drawer in the other night stand. He pulled out a joint, and a lighter and lit it up. He took a hit, and slowly exhaled all of the smoke causing me to stare in amazement. He smirked over at me, and handed it to me for me to take a hit. We laid in silence for awhile and finally he tossed out the used up joint. 

"Ready for another round?" He asked turning back to face me.

"I've been ready," I grinned causing his eyes to light up.

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GOALS tbh. But...If I wrote a Nate story would you guys read it?