Nash Grier Preferences/Imagines

➰Jelousy➰

Nash and yourself are enjoying a stroll through LA, along the beach front. Its really warm, so Nash is shirtless and you are only in shorts and a cute crop top. You both wear sunglasses, half because of the sun, and half because of fans.
You held hands as you walked along, talking about nothing in particular. The beach was heaving, lots of people splashing around in the water.
"Nash!" You gasp. "Lets go swimming!" You say.
"Yeah!" He says enthusiastically. You both have swimsuits packed away in your bag, and hurry to the public toilets to get changed. You hand Nash his, and scurry off with yours.
"Get you here?" He asks, referring to the entrance to the toilets.
"Sure!" You smile.
He winks as he disappears into the cubical, and you feel yourself melt a little. He had a talent for that.
You slip into your pink triangle bikini and fluff up your hair a little. You put your sunglasses on again, and look at yourself in the full length mirror. You had to say, you weren't overly confident with how you looked, but the bikini made your figure pop, and your boobs looked amazing. You stored your stuff a locker and flounced out. Nash was waiting.
"Hey, Y/N can I out my phone in your - holy shit..." He stopped halfway through his sentence as he looked at you.
You giggle. "Waddya think?" You teased, doing a little spin for him. He sucked in his bottom lip, and yanked you closer to him.
"I think," he began. "That I'll need to make sure no-one tries to steal you out there."
You giggle. "Well what about you, huh?" You say, poking at his abs. "Girls will be falling over you."
"I hope not." He smiled, putting his sunglasses back on.
"Good." You laugh, as you take his hand in yours.
You walk out together, and turn a few heads. As a couple, you two look pretty damn perfect. Nash pecks you every now and again, just to let everyone know that you are his, and his only.

Everything was going great until you got down onto the beach.

There were five guys hanging around a barbecue spot. They were all fit, but nothing compared to Nash. They eyed you up and down, and made you uncomfortable. You cuddled into Nash some more. He caught on, quick.
"I'll say something." He growled, a jealous look erupting in his eyes.
"Just ignore them babe," you say, pecking him on the cheek and running your fingers through your hair.
You thought you had avoided the confrontation, but then the guy at the front wolf whistled.
Nash went insane.
"Who the fuck do they think they are? Huh? I mean jeez, I guess. I cant totally blame them when you look like that, but still, fucking jerks... " He muttered on and on, until he couldn't take it.
"C'mere," He says gruffly, pressing your hips together and crashing his lips down onto yours. The guys fell silent, as you two got lost in the kiss. The amazing, wonderful kiss.
You both came up for air, and saw the guys trying to avoid eye contact. Nash looked pleased.
"Aw yeah," He smiled, holding out a fist to you in fist-bump style. You punched it and he wrapped a hand around your waist.
"You're cute when you get jealous, you know that?" You giggle.
"Jealous?" He smirks, looking back. "Don't know what you mean."
You roll your eyes and he spots the water.
"C'mon!" He laughs, running ahead. "Lets go surf!"