sturniolo/nate imagines 2

☆practice-nate

Y/N POV

I was sitting on my floor, coloring, when a knock on my door startled me.
"What?" I called, nate poked his head in.
"Where are the triplets?" He asked.
"I'm pretty sure they're at makaylas." I shrugged, going back to coloring.
"Where are your parents?"
"Grandmas."
"You're the only one here?"
"Ya," I  mumbled. He sighed, and I rolled my eyes.
"Why are you coloring?" He came in and sat on my bed.
"I'm bored."
"So you're coloring, god you're childish."
"I am not childish. And you're only a year older than me."
"You are childish, I bet you're still a virgin too." I threw my marker down, crossing my arms as I sat up to look at him.
"There is nothing wrong with being a virgin at 18." I said firmly.
"You're actually a virgin?" He giggled slightly but seemed genuinely surprised.
"What's wrong with that?"
"Nothing, nothing. Just didn't expect it." He held his hands up in defense. I huffed, grabbing my marker and continuing.
"So how far have you gone?"
"What?"
"Like over the clothes....hand stuff...?"
"Nathan!"
"Sorry," we sat in silence for a while, my marker against the paper, the only sound.
"But you have kissed someone, right?" He asked quietly. I glanced up at him, then back down.
"Y-ya, ya. Of course I have." I avoided his eyes.
"Oh my god. You've never even kissed anyone!" He exclaimed.
"Shut up." I groaned, crossing my arms.
"Why not?" He asked, sitting next to me on the floor.
"I don't know."
"Come on, you've had 2 boyfriends. You didn't kiss either of them?"
"No."
"Why not?" He seemed genuinely interested.
"I don't know, I guess i just, didn't want to."
"Do you wanna kiss someone now?"
"Ya. I'm just scared I'll be terrible." I admitted.
"Well....i could, help." He said softly. I looked at him, and he looked a bit nervous.
"What do you mean?" I asked nervously.
"I could teach you, help you practice."
"Like....kiss me?"
"Ya, I mean if you want to."
"But,"
"It doesn't have to count, you could still have your first kiss." He shrugged.
"Ok," I nodded reluctantly.
"Come here," he grabbed my hand and led me to my bed. We sat across from each other and couldn't hide my nervous expression.
"Don't be nervous, I'm sure you'll be great."
"So what do I do?" I asked.
"Just relax and let it come naturally."
"Ok,"
"Come closer," I inched a little closer.
"Closer," he giggled, I scooted a little closer.
"Come on," he grabbed my legs, pulling me closer, until our knees were touching.
"Now what?" I asked quietly, my heart racing.
"Now, lean in slowly." I leaned closer, him doing the same.
"Make sure he's doing the same." I nodded.
"Then what?"
"Then this," before I could do anything, his lips were on mine. I slowly closed my eyes and tried to kiss him back. This is kidna nice. I pulled away after a couple seconds.
"Done already?" He smirked, I shrugged.
"It's ok."
"So, I was bad," I mumbled.
"No, you weren't great, but you weren't bad."
"Really?"
"Really. For your first time, I'm impressed. With practice, you'd be amazing." He nodded, I let out a sigh of relief.
"Do you wanna practice more?" He asked quietly.
"Ya, sure." We leaned in again and our lips met. This is actually really nice. After a couple minutes, he pulled back.
"What?"
"Do you wanna try more?"
"Like...what?" I asked. He grabbed my waist and pulled me onto his lap, so I was straddling him. A little gasp left my lips.
"Like, this?" He asked quietly.
"Ok." I relaxed into him a bit. He kissed me again, this time a little faster. After a while, i felt his tongue sliding into my mouth. I tensed a bit, not knowing  what to do. He gave my waist a reassuring squeeze. I slowly relaxed into it. He let a pleased hum, his hands sliding down to my hips. What am I supposed to do with my hands? Am I supposed to be touching him? I think so. I slowly put my arms around his neck, resting on his shoulders. I think this is good. He faintly smiled into the kiss. Good. I think I'm getting the hand of this. Right as I thought that, he pulled back a little. Why did he s- All my thoughts halted as his lips met my neck. Oh. My breathing picked up as he placed light kisses along my jaw, slowly moving down and making them deeper. He sucked slightly. That feels good.
"Ow," I flinched back as he bit down. He giggled.
"That hurt," I frowned.
"I'm just making a hickey." He said softly, his thumbs rubbing little circles into my sides.
"Oh," he pulled me back, his lips resuming on my neck. I bit my lip, liking the feeling. I didn't think i would like it this so much. He sucked on a spot, and a little noise left me, something between a gasp and moan. He smirked, and my face turned bright red. Why the hell did i do that.
"Don't be embarrassed, baby. That's exactly what I was looking for." He whispered, sucking on it harder. A shock of pleasure ran through me, and my breathing got faster. I shifted, and his grip got stronger. I let another moan slip out, and he only deepened the kisses. His hands slid up slowly, fingers slipping under my shirt. Is he supposed to be doing that? They slid up higher, holding onto my bare waist. I think that's ok, i like it. His lips moved lower as his hands moved higher. His fingers reached my bra, and I pulled back.
"What?" He looked up to me.
"We're just kissing."
"Ya," he nodded. "Do you not want, me to touch you?" He loosened his grip.
"I do, I just, um."
"Too much?" He moved his hands down.
"No, I liked it." I mumbled.
"Nervous?"
"I guess,"
"Well, can I take it off?" He licked his lips.
"Take it off?" I questioned nervously. He nodded.
"I..."
"If you can take it off in front of me, you'll be ready." Practice, I repeated to myself.
"Ok," I nodded.
"You sure?"
"Ya," his hands resumed their way up, pulling my shirt off, tossing it to the side. I looked for his reaction. He was just staring.
"This was a bad idea," I reached for my shirt.
"No, no." He pulled me back.
"Just practice." He nodded, looking straight at me.
"Practice." I nodded.
"Ok?"
"Ok." I relaxed into him.
"We can stop whenever you want." He placed more kisses on the other side of my neck. I put my arms back around him, enjoying it. This is way better than I thought it would be, but I'm still really nervous. I've never even kissed anyone, and now I'm shirtless on a guys lap. Nates lap. What is wrong with me? But I really like it. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me even closer, his fingers tracing along my bare back. He moved his lips lower, down my chest. His fingers reached the clasp of my bra, and i tensed.
"Can i?" He looked up to me, his lips not leaving my skin.
"Ya," I said nervously. No one's seen my boobs since before they before they became boobs. He undid the clasp and i pulled back.
"Wait."
"What?"
"Um, you, can you take yours off?" I asked hopefully.
"I'm not the one practicing,"
"But,"
"Kiding," he pulled back slightly to take his shirt off. I let out a sigh of relief.
"Your turn?" He slid a strap down.
"Ok." He took it off fully, tossing it over with my shirt. His lips trailed down my to my tits. That's....nice.
"Nate," I called after a while.
"Hm?" He didn't stop.
"How do I know when it's over?" I asked. He raised his head.
"Do you want it to be over?"
"No."
"Then it's isn't." His lips were back on me.
"Nate,"
"Hm?"
"Don't i get to do it?"
"Do what?"
"Kiss you,"
"If you want to." I nodded.
"Go for it,"
"But, I don't know how,"
"Start slow," I leaned down and slowly kissed his neck.
"Then you kinda work your way up, do more." He said his voice a bit shaky. I tried to do as he said, working my way to sucking. This is fun. I like it.
"Y/N," he slightly gasped, pulling back.
"What? Did I do something wrong?" I pulled away.
"No, no. It's ok." He said firmly.
"What'd i do?"
"Nothing,"
"Then...Why'd we stop?" I asked, confused.
"I just, you...you're really good this." He sighed.
"I don't get it."
"A little to good." He mumbled.
"I don't understand,"
"It's a little hard, to...control myself." He said, his eyes avoiding mine.
"Oh," it finally clicked in my head.
"Ya,"
"Sorry,"
"It's ok."
"Do we have to stop?" I asked, disappointed.
"Y/N, do you wanna practice more?" He asked, looking nervous.
"Ya,"
"No. Like, more..."
"More?" My heart raced.
"If you want to. I think it'd be nice to have, experience."
"I...guess..." I whispered. It would be nice to have a sense of what to do.
"But, it doesn't count, right? I'd like, still be a virgin?"
"Well, not technically, no..." maybe I don't wanna be a virgin anymore.
"Ok," I nodded.
"Ok. Like, you want to?"
"Yes." I said firmly.
"Are you sure about this? Like you're not just making a heat of the moment decision?"
"I'm sure." I nodded. "I wanna know what to do, I want practice."
"Practice, ya." He nodded.
"Ok, so what do I do?"
"I'll do most of the work." He slowly flipped us, laying me down beneath him.
"Ok," I let out a breath.
"Relax," he kissed my already red and marked up neck as he slowly slid my pants down. I hope I'm wearing good underwear. He reached for his own pants.
"Can I do it?" I whispered.
"Sure," he placed his hands by my head. I unbuttoned his pants, then slowly dragged the zipper down. He pushed them off, and i couldn't help but stare. It looks really big. He took my underwear off, leaving me completely exposed. I noticed him looking between my legs and tried to close them.
"No, don't hide." He pushed them back apart. "You're beautiful." He said, kissing my knee. I nodded, trying to convince myself it was true as I stared at the ceiling. It's ok. Practice. He won't judge, he's helping.
"Are you ready?" I looked down and saw his boxers gone. Dam.
"Ya, ya, I'm ready." I took a breath.
"Just tell me if you wanna stop." He nodded, grabbing my hand. I interlocked our fingers, my nerves settling slightly.
"This'll probably hurt a little." He gave my hand a squeeze and I felt him at my entrance. I nodded, and he slid in a little. Ow. He went a bit more and my body tensed.
"Relax, it'll make it easier." He nodded.
"Ok." I let the tension ease as much as I could. He slid in farther and I let out a little wine.
"Is it bad? We can stop."
"No, keep going." I nodded. He reluctantly went more. Ow. I tried to think of other things as he continued in the rest of the way. It's not that bad. He reached over and grabbed a tissue.
"What?" I tried to look down.
"Nothing, you're just bleeding a little." He gently pushed me back down.
"I'm bleeding?"
"It's fine." He said firmly, cleaning it up and then throwing the tissues away.
"How's it feel?" He asked, running a hand over my thigh.
"Not great."
"Does it still hurt?"
"Just a little."
"ok," he stayed in place for a while.
"Can I start moving?" He asked quietly.
"Yes," I felt him slide out a little. It's not bad. He kept going, and it started to feel a little good.
"Good?"
"Ya," he went a little faster. I moaned quietly.
"Fuck," he put his head down, not letting me see his face.
"Can you go faster?" I bit my lip. He went faster, and I moaned.
"That feels good." I panted.
"Fucking amazing," he whispered, kissing my neck.
"Nate," I gasped as he hit a spot that sent a shock of pleasure through me.
"Fuck. Say that again." He went faster, hitting the spot over and over. 
"Shit, nate." A knott began to form in my stomach. Is that normal?
"N-Nate,"
"Hm?"
"It feels weird,"
"A good weird?" He slowed.
"Ya," he resumed his pace and I moaned.
"That's good, means you really like it." He nipped at my chest.
"Ok," I gripped his back, my head thrown back.
"Shit, you're gonna make me lose it." He went even faster.
"Oh my, fuck." My back arched.
"Don't push it, just let it happen." He whispered, I nodded. His hand wondered down between us and rubbed my clit.
"Nate," I moaned.
"That's it, good girl." My legs shook as my mind went foggy. The knott snapped, and there were a lot of weird, but amazing feelings. Nate rolled off me, panting heavily.
"Was i good?" I asked after a while of silence.
"Ya, you were amazing." He nodded.
"Really?" I turned to him.
"Probably the best I've had." He said, looking over to me.
"No way,"
"Seriously, Y/N. You were great." He said softly. I let out a sigh of relief.
"Now I'll be ready." I smiled.
"For what?"
"When i wanna kiss a boy and do this for real."
"Ya. For real." He mumbled. He seemed to frown and looked at the ceiling.
"What?"
"This wasn't real?"
"What do you mean? You were helping me practice."
"Ya, but Y/N." He sighed. "I like you." He said softly, not looking at me.
"You like me?"
"Yes."
"Is that, why you did this?"
"No." He pulled me closer. "I wanted to help you."
"Ok," I nodded. "So you like me?"
"I do."
"I might, like you too." I admitted.
"That's nice." He kissed me. I smiled into it, wrapping my arms around him.
"Wait," I pulled back.
"What?" He traced my lips with my thumb.
"The triplets, they'd never be ok with this." He rolled his eyes and kissed me again.
"They'll get over it." He only pulled away a second to talk.
"But," he just kissed me again.
"Nate," I giggled,
"Hm?" He kissed me again.
"Will you be my girlfriend?" He finally pulled away.
"Your girlfriend?"
"Ya,"
"Yes." I smiled. He kissed me again. How the fuck did we go from kissing for practice to kissing as a couple? I'm not complaining.