sturniolo/nate imagines 2

☆Waiting-Matt

Y/N POV

"So do you wanna be my girlfriend?" Matt asked nervously.
"Well, I need to tell you something first." I sighed, scared of how he'll react.
"What?" He questioned.
"I'm waiting till marriage." I admitted, watching him closely.
"Why'd you need to tell me that first?" He seemed confused.
"It's a deal breaker for some people, I didn't think it would be with you. But I just wanted you to know." I explained.
"I don't care." He shrugged.
"That's refreshing." I smiled. "And I'm not gonna do like, other stuff, either." I continued.
"I can kiss you, though, right?" He asked quietly.
"Yes, we can kiss." I giggled. He smiled.
"So you're my girlfriend then?"
"Yes." He slowly leaned in and kissed me softly.

(Time skip)

"Hey, Y/N." Matt said as we were cuddling on the couch.
"Hm?" I mumbled.
"Why are you waiting till marriage?" He asked, rubbing my back.
"Did you change your mind?" I asked nervously.
"No. I'm just curious." He shook his head. I let out a sigh of relief. Lots of guys think they can wait, then leave after a couple of months.
"I want to. I don't want that stuff to get in the way. It's not really cause of religious stuff, but that's definitely part of it. But it just feels right to me."
"Is it hard to wait?"
"Definitely. But I think about some times when it was hard in the past, and I know I would've regretted it now. I only want that with the person I'm spending the rest of my life with."
"Do you think that could be me?"
"Definitely,"

(Time skip)

I shifted, trying to get comfortable when I felt. I froze. Matt turned onto his back.
"I'm sorry," he sighed.
"It's ok," I giggled, grabbing his hand.
"I don't want you to think I want anything, I can't stop it." He seemed scared.
"I know. You can't control it. It's fine." I assured him.
"I can sleep on the floor?" He offered.
"Why would you do that?" I giggled.
"I don't think it's going away anytime soon." He mumbled.
"You're not sleeping on the floor. I'll just be big spoon." I motioned him to turn, and he reluctantly did. I fit myself in behind him, putting my arms around his waist.
"This is actually pretty nice." He smiled.

(Time skip)

"Tonight was fun." I drunkenly flopped on the bed. It's my 21st birthday.
"I know, it was great." He kneeled down, taking off my shoes.
"You're really hot." I smiled as he stood.
"Thank you," he giggled.
"Come on," he pulled me up and helped me change and brush my teeth.
"Why have we never fucked?" I asked as he put me in bed.
"You want to wait." He said, getting in next to me.
"I don't wanna wait no more." I sighed, rolling over to him. "Can we do it now?" I tried to kiss him.
"No." He said, pushing me away.
"Why not?" I groaned.
"You're drunk. You're not thinking right."
"I'm thinking perfectly. I want you." I sat up taking my shirt off.
"Y/N, put your shirt back on."
"Why? Do you not like me?"
"We're not doing anything. Put it on." He said firmly. I tried to kiss him again. He pushed me away.
"You won't even kiss me?" I pouted.
"If I kiss you, will you put your shirt on?" I nodded. He kissed me for a second, then pulled away.
"That was so short. I want more."
"We had a deal. Put it on." I sighed, putting it on.
"Thank you."
"Can we fuck now?" I whispered.
"No." He got up, grabbing a pillow.
"Where you going?" I frowned.
"To the couch." He got a blanket. "Sleep this off." He said, kissing my head.

I woke up, slowly remembering last night. He stopped me. I went into the kitchen and saw him making breakfast, walking up and hugging him tightly.
"What?" He asked.
"I love you."
"I love you too."

(Time skip)

I can't believe what just happened. Matt proposed.
"We're engaged." I smiled as we got home.
"Yes, baby, we're engaged." He giggled, kissing me.
"You didn't do it just to get in my pants, right?" I asked.
"Then I wouldn't have waited 3 years." He said, taking me to our room.

(Time skip)

We're a week away from the wedding. Scared is an understatement.
"Can we talk about like, after the wedding?" I asked nervously.
"What about it?" He questioned, putting an arm around me.
"Aren't you scared?"
"No. It'll be great, no matter what."
"But, what if I'm terrible?"
"I don't expect you to be perfect."
"What if i don't like it?"
"Then we don't have to do it."
"You'd be ok with that?"
"I'm ok with anything as long as I have you."

(Time skip)

It's the first night of our honeymoon. We were tired the night of our wedding so we didn't do anything. But now I really want to.
"Are you ready?" Matt asked me as we layed in bed. I nodded, and he pulled me into a kiss. He moved on top of me, and my heartbeat quickened.
"It's ok," he whispered, slowly pulling my shirt off. He's seen this before. It's not a big deal. His lips moved down my neck and to my chest. He's never done that before. Oh. It feels nice. My pants were thrown to the floor, and I clamped my thighs together. He put his hands on my sides, trying to take my underwear off.
"Can you take something off first?" I stopped him. He nodded and stripped down to his boxers. It looks big. That's good though, right? Well not for your first time. But it's good for a husband. I gave him a nod, and he took off my underwear. His boxers were pulled down, and my jaw dropped.
"There's no way that's fitting inside me." I shook my head.
"It'll fit. I promise." He said softly, rolling a condom on.
"I can use my fingers first?" He offered, moving my hair out of my face.
"No." I said quickly.
"Ok. Ready?" He scooted closer, and I felt his tip at my core.
"Yes," I said nervously. He kissed me and felt a burning, wincing in discomfort. He stopped for second, rubbing my thighs soothingly.
"I'm gonna keep going." He said cautiously, sliding in more. Ow. I opened my eyes and saw him staring down at me, a mix of happy and sad in His expression.
"Is that it?" I asked as he stopped again.
"It's about half." He said softly, holding my hand. My other hand gripped his shoulder, preparing for the rest.
"Ok," I sighed. He moved in again, and I took a breath. It's not as bad. Oh, that's really deep.
"That's all of it." I let out a sigh of relief. The pain slowly failed away as I got used to him.
"Can I move?" He asked. I gave a nod, and he rocked his hips, then slid almost out, then back in. That feels nice. A small groan left his lips, and i loosened my grip on him. That feels really good. He started going faster, and I moaned quietly. Why does this feel so good?
"Can I go fast?" He asked in a pant.
"Yes, please." My back arched as it started getting even better.
"Fuck" I moaned louder. He moved a hand down between us and started touching me. I gasped as he rubbed my clit. He found it again and continued. Oh my fuck. That somehow makes it 2 times better.
"M-Matt, I think," I cut myself off with a moan.
"Me too, baby, let it out." I released, the tension snapping. This is the best thing I've ever felt. I came back, catching my breath. He layed next to as I stared at the ceiling.
"Did you like it?" He asked.
"I loved it." I nodded. "Can we do it again?"