sturniolo/nate imagines 2

☆stuck-Nate

Y/N POV

I climbed out of bed and went to the laundry room. I took the clothes from the dryer, folded them, and put them away. As I was putting the clothes from the washer to the dryer, a sock fell in between them. I sighed, reaching for it. I reached farther, trying to get it. I finally got it in between two of my fingers, and I tried to stand up.
My arm is stuck.
I pulled and pulled. I can't get it. I tried to move the washer over to make a bigger gap, but it's too heavy. After 5 minutes of struggling, I gave up.
"Nate!" I yelled.
"What?" He yelled with a groggy voice.
"I need help!" I yelled. After a couple seconds, I heard steps coming twords me.
"What are you doing?" He asked with a slight giggle.
"Well I was trying to get a sock. But now I'm stuck." I said, resting my head on the dryer and looking at him.
"No your not." He said in disbelief. I tried to pull my arm out again to show him.
"Yes I am, move the washer over so I can get out." I said. He leaned against the door frame and smirked.
"Nate," I sighed. "No." I said, knowing what he was thinking.
"Well how could I pass up this once in a life time opportunity." He said, walking over and placing his hands on my hips.
"If you let me out we could go to our much more comfortable bed." I pleaded.
"Hmm, but you're all ready for me right here." He said, rubbing my ass and then pulling down my pants. He rubbed me over my underwear before removing them to.
"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, rubbing my clit.
"No," I moaned as he inserted a finger into me. I squirmed as he added another finger. I heard his pants fall, and he withdrew his hand. He rubbed his cock up and down my folds, then sunk onto me. I gasped as he set a fast pace.
"Nate, fuck." I moaned. His hands were firmly placed on my hips, holding me in place as he pounded into me.
"You take me so well." He groaned, reaching around me and rubbing my clit. I moaned loudly.
"Fuck," I moaned as he slapped my ass. He went even deeper, hitting every spot.
"I'm gonna cum." I whined.
"Fuck, cum with me." He said, going faster. I came around him, his cum filling me seconds later.
"Can you help me out now?" I asked as he reclothed us.
"Ya," he giggled. He moved the washer over, and I pulled out my arm. It was red around where it was stuck.
"I'm sorry," he said, giving the area a light kiss.
"It's fine. But get that sock." I said, pointing to the sock on the floor.