sturniolo/nate imagines 2

feet-Nate

This might be a little weird.

Y/N POV

I'm so fucking bored. What could I do to annoy Nate? After a minute of thinking, I had an idea. I'm gonna pretend I have a foot fetish. Is that really weird? No.
"Nate." I got up and stood at the end of the bed.
"What?"
"There's something I would like to admit to you." I slowly lifted the blanket off his feet. His feet are so ugly.
"What," he seemed confused.
"I," I started slowly. "Have," I kneeled down to his feet and lightly tickled the bottom of them.
"What the fuck are you doing?" He curled his toes, pulling his feet back.
"A foot fetish." I finished grabbing his feet.
"Ah, no." He brought his knees to his chest and put the blanket around his feet.
"Bad Y/N." He groaned.
"It's really not weird. I just love feet." I crawled over to him as he scooted back frantically.
"It is that weird! Get away!" He yelled, I took a deep breath, trying not to laugh.
"Y/N no!" He rolled off the bed and quickly got up running away.
"You can't escape, Nathan!" I chased after him.
"Y/N please! Don't do this!" He ran around the house.
"Just let me lick your feet!" I yelled.
"No! Leave my feet alone!"
"Never! Those piggies are mine!"
"I thought you were good! Why are you a weirdo!"
"It's not weird!" I let a giggle slip at the end.
"Y/N, if this is a joke, please tell me!" We ended up at different sides of the table.
"No jokes. Just a love for stinky, sweaty feet." I said in my sexy voice.
"You've ruined that voice forever now." He said, I saw tears welling in his eyes. I giggled a bit.
"This is a joke." He sounded hopeful.
"Nope." I ran around the side, and he sprinted away.
"Why?" He cried. I jumped over the couch and got him down.
"No! Not my feet!" I sat on his torso facing away from him and grabbed his ankle, bringing his foot closer to me.
"Hello -" the triplets stopped dead in their tracks as they saw what was going on.
"It's not what it looks like." I slowly put his foot down.
"Help me." Nate whispered behind me.
"Y/N. What the fuck." Nick said as chris burst out laughing. I got off him and stood, slowly backing away.
"Get her." Nate pointed to me. I ran away  and heard their stepps come after me. Maybe this was a bad idea. I hid in the closet and heard them looking for me. Light suddenly flooded in, and Nate was standing over me.
"Hi," I smiled. He picked me up and threw me on the bed.
"Do you really have a foot fetish?" He asked.
"No." I giggled.
"Why did you do that?"
"I was bored." I shrugged.
"Ok," he leaned down and kissed me.
"Can we play hide and seek?" I questioned.
"Sure."