sturniolo/nate imagines 2

☆boss-Chris

Y/N POV

"Please don't go," I whined as he gathered his things. I'm aching for any part of him.
"I have to Y/N. Nick's already so pissed at me" he sighed.
"So what? He's already mad, let him get madder." I hugged him tightly.
"I'm sorry, baby. I'll be back as soon as I can, I promise." He squeezed me close.
"You can film tomorrow. Stay with me." I whispered, my breath hot against his ear.
"No, Y/N. Don't do that. Don't start with me right now." He quickly broke away, heading for the door, knowing that if I hooked him, he'd be here for hours.
"Don't forget your keys." I held them up, smirking.
"Throw them to me." He said, not wanting to get too close.
"Come get them." I challenged. He reluctantly came closer until he got to me, reaching for his keys. I put them behind my back.
"Y/N-"
"Goodbye kiss, then you can have them."
"A goodbye kiss?" He repeated skeptically.
"Just one." I nodded.
"Fine," he pecked my lips.
"No. A real kiss." He sighed, but kissed me away. I held him in place as I kissed him deeply. I can feel him breaking.
"Y/N, please. I gotta go." He whined against my lips. But he didn't stop.
"But I need you," I whispered seductively, kissing down his neck. He groaned, squeezing my waist.
"I'll be quick." I dropped to my knees, undoing his pants.
"Y/N, I don't have time." He slid his hand into my hair.
"Tell me to stop then." I ran my hands up his thighs. He was silent. I kept going, freeing his hard cock. Beautiful. I couldn't resist, immediately taking him into my mouth.
"Fuck," he looked down to see my lips wrapped around him, as I bobbed my head quickly. I've been desperate for a taste of him all day.
"Oh my god, Y/N." He gripped my hair. I sucked and licked like my life depended on it, taking him deep, until my eyes watered. It didn't take long for him to get close. So I stopped.
"W-what, why'd you stop?" He panted.
"You have to go." I shrugged standing up. He groaned.
"Don't be a tease, Y/N. Get back to work." He demanded.
"I don't think I like your tone." I teased even more.
"Don't play with me Y/N. Get on your knees."
"No." I gave him a challenging look.
"Lay down. Ass up." He said firmly. I didn't move. He grabbed my throat, harder than normal.
"Fine. I'll just have to make you submit then." He stripped my top half and forced me onto the bed, raising my hips. He stripped my bottom.
"Look at you. So wet. This pussy's dripping for me." He ran a finger through my wetness, then slapped my ass.
"You gonna be a good girl?"
"Yes. Yes, I'll be good." I nodded into the sheets, to turned on to argue anymore. His mouth latched to my pussy, sucking my clit harshly. I moaned, gripping the sheets. I've been waiting all day.
He thrust his tongue inside me, gripping my ass.
"Oh my god, Chris," he stopped, I whined.
"Don't whine. That's exactly what you did to me, isn't it?" He slapped my ass again.
"I'm sorry," I whimpered.
"Louder."
"I'm sorry!"
"Good girl..that's my good little slut." He pushed inside me roughly.
"There you go. Take it all." He thrust in and out quickly. I moaned loudly as he hit my spot hard with every thrust.
"Fuck, baby, you feel so amazing. That feel good? You feel me deep?" He leaned over me to whisper in my ear, still thrusting hard. I could only whimper in response. He put his hands over mine, holding me down. Then he thrusted even harder, his hips slamming into my ass.
"It's not very nice to ignore me, baby." He groaned. I was nearly screaming into the pillow, tears soaking into the fabric.
"Cryin' for me? Pathetic slut." He gripped my hands tighter, breathing heavier. I came.
"Fuck," his hips sputtered, before thrusting deep one last time to fill me up.
"Shit. You ok?" He pulled out slowly. I moaned softly into the sheets.
"Come on, words." He moved my hair out of the way.
"I good," I mumbled, still feeling the effects of him.
"Not broken yet, you can take more." He rolled me over.
"How are you even hard again that fast?" I asked, confused yet insanely turned on.
"Never got soft," He smirked, grabbing my hips, pulling them up to his. I wrapped my legs around him, already wet.
"You have to practice these lines, no way you're this sexy naturally." I shook my head, he chuckled, rubbing my clit.
"I'm that good." How am I supposed to resist him?
"Ready?" I nodded, and in one quick thrust, I was full. My favorite feeling.
"Mmm, I'll never get sick of this pussy." He rasped. I moaned, my eyes rolling back. I can feel him hit every spot, stretching around him as his cock massaged the whimpers out of me. He went slower this time, deeper.
"What does it feel like?" I asked quietly, biting my lip.
"Your pussy?" He asked, chuckling. I nodded.
"Like heaven. Warm, wet, and tight." He said, leaning down to kiss my tits.
"No, I mean, what does it feel like to you. How do you feel?" He stopped and leaned back, rested deep inside me. I whined softly.
"I feel amazing, connected to you. But also like the boss of you. Like you're in my control, my little toy to make scream." I rolled my eyes.
"You're not the boss of me."
"Oh really?" He smirked, he pulled me up by my arms, so he was holding me, my face now close to his as I tightened my legs around him.
"You think you can be in charge?" His voice was all low and sexy, his eyes widened, locked on mine, but I was staring at his lips. I nodded.
"Can't be that hard." My eyes moved to his. I'm starting to doubt myself, but I won't tell him that.
"Ok. Show me." He grabbed my hips and pulled me off his cock, setting me on the bed and laying down, putting his hands behind his head.
"Really?" I questioned, I don't know what I'm supposed to do.
"I'm not the boss of you. So do what you want." He looked so sure of himself, I don't know if it made me mad or embarrassed.
"Ok." I tried to say confidently. I straddled him. He was hard, and sparkling in my wettness, standing proud.
"Any day now, baby." He looked me up and down. I'm not very good on top, don't get much practice. But I need to prove him wrong. So I sank down. He feels bigger like this. I slowly started bouncing.
Usually, he'd thrust up with me. Or at the very least, his hands on my hips to help me. But no, he just bit his lip, staying still. I huffed, it doesn't feel very good. I did a little twist of my hips every time I came down so he hit the right spot.
"Yes," I moaned softly. This actually isn't so bad.
5 minutes later, I wasn't thinking the same thing. My thighs were burning and my bounces were getting shorter. I was clearly struggling, and he layed there, breathing a bit heavier, his cheeks redder. But still not helping. I could cry from frustration. I came down hard, and stopped.
"You're really just gonna lay there?" My voice was high, a big whiny.
"Tired already?" He chuckled.
"Obviously." I crossed my arms.
"I thought you were in charge? I'm not the boss of you." His eyes are already sparkling in victory.
"Well, then I order you to fuck me." I nodded.
"You order me to fuck you?" He questioned, sitting up, still not putting a finger on me.
"Yeah, I'm in charge, so I get to tell you what to do. Fuck me."
"Mmm, no." He shook his head.
"What?"
"I said no."
"That's not fair. That's not how it works." I whined.
"You get to be a little brat all the time. I can't say no?" He brought his face close to mine.
"But i.."
"But what? You're realizing it's not so easy to be in charge, is it?"
"It's..it's a little harder than i though it would be." I admitted quietly, looking down.
"That's a good girl, baby." He whispered, finally putting his lips on me, nibbling at my neck.
"You ready to be my little slut again?"
"Yeah," I finally gave in. Resting against him. I don't wanna be in charge anymore.
"There were go. That's my girl." My pussy clenched, he smirked, and threw me down. Finally.
He wasted no time to drill into me. I gasped, my back arched.
"Oh my god, Chris." I gripped his arms, my nails digging in.
"No one knows your body like i do. Not even you." He gripped my ass, getting impossibly deep.
"Oh, fuck. I'm gonna cum." I whimpered.
"Come on, baby, give it to me." He rubbed my clit. I exploded around him, crying out his name. He didn't stop until he was filling me up. I'll never get sick of it.
"Nicks gonna kill me." He panted. I giggled.
"Is my future suffering funny to you?" He tried to sound mad but there was a smile on his lips.
"Nick's the boss of you." I smirked. His smile dropped.
"You're disgusting."