sturniolo/nate imagines 2

☆hate-Matt

Y/N POV

I sat in the circle excitedly. We're playing 7 minutes in heaven. I really hope I don't get someone gross. It was finally my turn, and I spun the bottle nervously. It finally stopped, and I looked up. No fucking way. Matt?
"Ooooo," everyone started cheering.
"I'm not going in there with him." I whispered to Nick.
"You have to. Just go. It'll be fine." I reluctantly stood following him into a closet.
"Don't try anything." I said firmly.
"Wasn't gonna." He rolled his eyes. I hate Matt. I hate him. He's so fucking annoying. He's always fucking everything up. It's been happening since we were kids. If I'm doing something he has to try to fuck it up. Last week, he spilled spaghetti all over me right before I had a date. All he said was Oops. Who the fuck does that, then doesn't even apologize? I was just starting at the floor when something flew next to me. What? I let out a scream, moving away.
"What?" He asked quietly. It came closer, and I backed into him.
"Don't scream." He put his hand over my mouth, then raised his other hand, smashing the moth. I let out a sigh of relief.
"People are gonna think I'm fucking you or something." He sighed. I ripped his hand off me, moving away.
"If you were fucking me I wouldn't even be moaning." I snapped.
"Sure," he giggled.
"You could never make me moan."
"Like you could make me groan."
"I so could."
"I could make you moan right now." He came closer.
"I could make you groan right now." I nodded.
"Fine,"
"Fine," his lips smashed onto mine, and I pulled him close to me. What am I doing? Why do I like it? He reached around me to grab my ass as I tangled my hand in his hair. I can't moan. How do I make him groan. I kissed him for a while before my hands slowly trailed down to his waist. Then one reached to grab his dick. I felt a small groan come from him and pulled away.
"I win." I panted, pushing him back. He stared at me, his chest heaving as he poked his cheek with his tongue. Why does he have to be so hot? The door swung open, and Pen stuck her head in.
"Aw. I thought you guys would be making out." She frowned.
"Your times up." She left the door open, and I went back to the circle quickly. They all looked to her with their eyebrows raised, and she shook her head. They sighed.
"See, that wasn't so bad." Nick shrugged. It was that bad. I need a drink.

I tried to get more comfortable, and Nick groaned, pushing me off the bed.
"Ow!"
"Stop moving, bitch." He mumbled quietly, going back to sleep.
"Asshole." I stood and decided to go get some water. I can't stop thinking about Matt. I made it to the kitchen and decided I was hungry opening a cubord. Ooooo. Cheetos. I grabbed the bag.
"Those are mine." A voice came from behind me. I let out a little yelp, dropping the bag. Matt was sitting at the counter, holding a glass.
"Jesus," I sighed, grabbing the dropped bag.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"This is my house. What are you doing?" He's still annoying as fuck.
"I'm eating your cheetos." I opened the bag, plopping one into my mouth.
"I fucking hate you."
"Ya, that's why you kissed me." I realized what I said and imedietly regeted it. This is awkward.
"You grabbed my dick." He crossed his arms as I scoffed.
"You told me to." I put the bag down.
"No I didn't."
"You're just mad I proved you wrong." I teased, getting close.
"You cheated."
"There were no rules." I whispered. He was silent and still, then suddenly grabbed my waist, pulling me into him and kissing me. Fuck. It escalated quickly, and he gripped the back of my thighs, lifting me onto his lap, allowing me to grind on him. I really shouldn't be doing this. But I can't stop. He stood and carried me to his room, throwing me onto the bed, then kissing my neck. Nick said his brothers were off limits. But he was mainly talking about Chris. I guess he didn't think this would happen. I didn't either. I peeled his shirt off. Soon my shirt was thrown to the floor, and he let out a sigh, moving his lips to my chest. I impatiently reached by had into his pants, grabbing his hard cock.
"Shit," he removed the last of our clothing and moved back to my lips, his tongue sliding into my mouth as his cock slid between my folds. Oh my fuck. His thrusts were fast and hard, making it impossible to keep my moans in. I tried to stay quiet, but he's making it really hard. A loud moan spilled from me, and he removed a hand from my hip, sliding it to wrap around my neck.
"Quiet," he groaned, still pounding into me. I tried, but small whimpers still escaped as I gripped and scratched his back. He pressed a finger on my lips, and I quickly took it into my mouth.
"Fuck," he rubbed my clit as he drilled into me, bringing my orgasm to it's peak. He shot his cum into me, trying to stay quiet himself.
"You're on birth control, right?" He panted.
"Yes, dumass. I would've stopped you." I sighed.
"Still annoying," he rolled his eyes.
"Get off me." I pushed him down as he chuckled. Even his laugh is hot. How am I supposed to resist him?
"If you tell anyone about this, I'll kill you." I got dressed.
"Wouldn't want anyone to know." He smirked, looking me up and down.
"Sleep terribly, asshole." I shut his door wandering back to Nicks room. What did I do?