sturniolo/nate imagines 2

☆leach-Chris

Sorry I haven't posted in a while.

Nate POV

"I think we should go there more often." Y/N said as we walked into my house, we went swimming.
"Ya, it's -" I was cut off by her screem.
"What?" I asked as she was freaking out. She wiped her foot frantically.
"Oh my god." She caught her breath as she calmed down.
"What the fuck?" I asked.
"There was a leech on my foot." She sounded so discussed.
"Dramatic," I mumbled.
"What if there's more?" She gasped, looking at her arms.
"There's not."
"You have to look." She took her shirt off.
"I don't know, Chris is -"
"I don't give a fuck! Look!" She yelled.
"Ok, ok." I looked over her and didn't see anything.
"What about my legs?" She took her shorts off.
"Y/N -"
"Do it!" I leaned down a bit and sighed.
"What if it's on my boobs!"  She looked into her top.
"Y/N." I said nervously.
"What?" She asked, sounding scared.
"There's one right there." I pointed to her iner thigh.
"You're kidding?" Tears welled in her eyes.
"No,"
"Get it off!" She yelled.
"I can't. It's literally in between your legs." I sighed. She put her leg on a chair and looked for herself.
"Get it off me right now. I swear to god!" Tears streamed down her face.
"I can't touch you there." I held my hands up.
"Do it!"
"You do it!"
"I'm not touching it! Just get it off!" She yelled.
"Chris is gonna fucking kill me!"
"I don't give a fuck! Please, just get it off!"
"Fine!" I leaned down on one knee, slowly reaching to get it.
"What?" I looked over and saw Matt and Chris in the doorway. Chris looks so sad.
"This looks bad." I said nervously.
"Get it off!" She cried. They looked over to her and seemed confused.
"What's happening?" Matt asked.
"Nathan! Get it off!" She said, waving her hand around. I looked back and peeled it off, immediately standing.
"It's not what it looks like." I said firmly.
"What is it?" Matt asked, Chris just stood, staring off.
"She had a leech." I held up the slimy creature.
"Oh." He shrugged.
"I didn't wanna do it. She made me." I said to Chris, hoping he wasn't mad.
"Took you fucking years." Y/N wiped her eyes.
"Chris, you have to look for more." She pulled him away, and I was left with Matt.
"So how was swimming?"

Y/N POV

I shut the bathroom door and imedietly stripped.
"Is there any more?" I asked.
"What?" He sighed.
"Look for leeches." I nodded.
"Leeches?"
"Yes. I already had 2. Is there one on my butt?" I turned to look in the mirror.
"I don't see any." He shook his head.
"Are you sure?" We looked around some more and didn't find any.
"Oh my god." I sighed, finally calming down.
"Oh my god." I realized what he just walked into.
"He was only getting a leech, I swear." I said nervously.
"It's fine." He shrugged.
"It was all I could do. You weren't there, and I freaked out -"
"Y/N. It's ok." He put his hands on my shoulders.
"I'm really sorry."
"You don't have to be sorry." He pulled me into him, hugging me.
"Ok," I mumbled.
"You just have to let me fuck you." He said softly.
"What?" He pulled back, grabbing my jaw and making me look at him.
"You let another man touch you. You're getting punished."
"But, it was just -"
"Doesn't matter. He touched you. I gotta make you mine again." He slowly bent me over the sink, rubbing my inner thighs.
"You gonna be a good girl for me?" He asked, looking at me through the mirror.
"Yes." He slapped my ass. "Yes, Daddy." I corrected myself. I love when he's like this.
"That's right." He opened my legs more and slid a teasing finger through my folds.
"So wet." He bit his lip, and I heard his pants fall to the floor.
"Please." I begged as he was taking too long.
"Be a good slut." He slapped my ass. I rested my head in my hands, holding in a moan. He suddenly slammed into me, quickly finding a fast pace.
"Oh -" I put my hand over my mouth.
"Fuck. Squeezing me so tight." He groaned, grabbing both my hands and pinning them to the counter. I bit my lip, desperately trying to stay quiet.
"So good for Daddy. Huh? You love being a good girl." He freed one of my hands, and rubbed my clit. Oh my god. I let a loud moan slip out of me. Fuck. Fuck. I clawed at his hand and eventually got it up to my mouth.
"Fucking slut." He gripped my jaw tightly as I eagerly took his finger into my mouth. Sucking and licking, trying to focus on something besides him slamming into me.
"You gonna cum?" He leaned down to me. I nodded. "Can feel you clenching me. You're so close." He kissed and nipped at my neck, surly leaving marks.
"Please." I moaned around his finger.
"No." He went faster as tears slipped from my eyes. I felt him get sloppier, his breathing picking up before his cum filled me. I moaned at the feeling.
"Fuck." He panted, pulling out.
"Chris," I whined.
"No."
"Daddy." I sighed.
"Sorry, princess." I pulled me up to face him. "You don't get to cum yet." My tears flowed faster.
"Uh-uh. No pouting." He attempted to wipe them away, but more only fell.
"I know, baby. I know. It felt so good." He whispered, I nodded.
"But bad girls who let other guys touch them don't get to cum." He shook his head.
"I thought you weren't mad?" I squeaked out.
"Chris isn't. But Daddy is very mad." He nodded.
"I'm sorry. Please." I rubbed my thighs together desperately.
"No, baby. Maybe tonight." He sighed. I tried to stop the little sob that escaped me.
"Oh baby." He pulled me into him. "I'm sorry, I don't wanna punish you. But I have to." My tears soaked into his shirt that never got taken off.
"I love you." He said softly.
"Get dressed." He kissed my head and squeezed my ass before letting me go.