sturniolo/nate imagines 2

mine-Matt

Y/N POV

Me and the triplets and Nate are at jases' house right now. I'm trying to make cookies, and Jase is helping me. We met him last week, he's pretty nice.
"No!" I stopped him from pouring the sugar in.
"It's supposed to be ¾ cup." I moved his hand over the sugar, pouring it back in.
"Well where's the ¾ cup?" He asked.
"This is your house." I giggled, "Why would I know?"
"Uhg, this is no fun." He opened a drawer.
"Wow, I'm hurt." I frowned.
"I don't get people who bake for fun."
"Maybe you just need to get better at it." I smirked, his jaw dropped.
"Fuck you," he crossed his arms, then reached into the flour, throwing some on my arm.
"Why would you do that." I threw some back at him. He stuck his tongue out. I did the same in return.
"Stop being childish and get the eggs." I pushed him to the fridge. When they were in the oven, I went to the bathroom. Someone pushed through the door before it closed.
"Matt?" I questioned.
"What the fuck?" He huffed.
"What?" I asked, confused. He looked down to me.
"You were flirting with him." He said like it was obvious. I rolled my eyes going to the bathroom.
"I was not flirting with him."
"Well he was definitely flirting with you. And you didn't shut it down."
"Because there was no flirting."
"Ya, ok. He literally threw flour at you. Do you know how rom-comy that is? It was ridiculous. And then your tongues were like inches apart." I washed my hands and got the flour off me as he rambled.
"You should've seen how he was looking at you. This shit is too short." He grabbed the back of my shorts, pulling them down.
"This to." He pulled up my shirt.
"Matt," I fixed my clothes.
"You need to calm down." I giggled, grabbing his red face.
"It's nothing. I don't want him." I said firmly.
"But he wants you." He groaned.
"And I want you."
"He doesn't seem to care. He's literally eye fucking you every-"
"Matt, stop."
"Don't talk to him anymore." He crossed his arms.
"What? Matt, I'm not gonna do that. He's a good friend, and I like talking to him."
"You shouldn't. He's super annoying. He only shuts up when you're around, too busy starting at you to talk." 
"Matt, you're thinking too much." I laughed.
"Why are you laughing? He's playing the long game with you. He's gonna wait till we have a fight, and swoop in and be all loving and caring, then one day when you're crying about me, he's gonna kiss you and you'll be so confused, but then go along with it cause you're trying to forget me. Then you fuck, and I'll be heartbroken." He said running a hand through his hair.
"That's not gonna happen. I love you."
"But you're gonna forget about that when he shoves his tongue down your throat."
"His tongue will never go near my throat. I promise." I assured him, he sighed.
"If it really is that important to you, I'll always have you around when I talk to him and will make it clear i only want you."
"Really?" He asked quietly.
"If that'll make you feel better, yes." He looked at the floor.
"Can you like, always be touching me? Like holding my hand or something."
"Sure,"
"Thanks," he looked up again.
"This still shows too much." He said, pulling my shirt back up.
"It doesn't even show anything?"
"It shows skin. To much."
"Ok. Can we go back now?" I attempted to move around him, but he stopped me.
"I'm not done with you." He smashed his lips on mine, hands gripping my ass as I put mine around his neck. He lifted me onto the counter, standing between my legs. I moaned into his mouth as his tongue met mine, hands going to my tits.
"Matt," I panted, pulling away after a while.
"Hm," he hummed, kissing my neck.
"We need to go back." I sighed.
"A couple more minutes." He pulled my shirt down, kissing the top of my tits.
"We've been in here way too long."
"It could be longer." I stopped his hand before he reached my heat.
"Matt," i stopped him. he sighed, pulling away.
"At least know he knows you're mine." He smirked, staring at my neck.
"Matt, no." I turned and saw hickeys in the mirror.
"Why'd you do that." I groaned.
"So he stops flirting with you." I jumped down and thought of what to do.
"I can't walk out there with hickeys." I sighed. I opened a drawer, looking through it.
"What are you doing?" Matt asked.
"Looking for makeup or something to cover them." I didn't find anything and opened the next drawer.
"Oh ew." I groaned.
"What?"
"This drawer is full of condoms." I sighed, closing it.
"That doesn't even make sense. Why in the bathroom?"
"So girls that go in his bathroom think he has a lot of other girls." Matt answered.
"That's stupid. Why would he want people to think he doesn't like them?" I rolled my eyes.
"So they think he's cool."
"I can't believe you actually did that." I frowned, grabbing his hand and opening the door. Just as we walked out Jase walked by. He glanced at my neck, then looked away. Matt tried to hide his smirk. We sat on the couch, and I removed his hand as he put it on my thigh. He put it back, squeezing tightly.
"I will fuck you right here if you try that shit." He whispered to me. I gave a slight nod, acting like that didn't turn me on.
Maybe we could go back to the bathroom?