sturniolo/nate imagines 2

☆commitment-Chris

Y/N POV

"I think we kiss too much." He whispered against my lips. I giggled, kissing him deeper. He pulled me closer, so I was practacly on top of him, the bed creaking.
"Today?" He asked between kisses.
"Am I your girlfriend today?" I asked back.
"Stupid rule." He groaned, kissing my neck.
"You could have it any time." I teased.
"Right now?" His hand slid down to squeeze my ass.
"Any time that you commit." I pulled it off. He sighed, his head falling against the pillow.
"How long are we gonna play this game?" I asked quietly.
"It's not a game. I really like you."
"Then why can't I be your girlfriend?" This is pathetic. I'm really begging a man to be his girlfriend? But I really want to be.
"What's the need for labels?"
"The need is that I need to know you're serious about this before we.." I trailed off, not knowing how to say it. He smirked, I rolled my eyes, laying beside him and looking at the ceiling.
"Before we what?" He hovered over me, biting back a smile.
"Have sex?" He continued, my face heated up.
"Say it." He poked my side.
"Say what?" I acted oblivious.
"Sex." He said without hesitation.
"You say it." I teased back, leaning closer.
"Say what?" He stared at my lips.
"Commitment." I whispered.
"Funny. You're really funny." He rolled his eyes, getting up as I giggled.

(Time skip)

"You sure they won't know we're gone?" I asked, climbing into the hammock next to him, the itchy rope digging into my skin.
"They're all drunk. And the ones to old to be drunk are asleep. Don't worry."
"You know, I think at least half of them think I'm your girlfriend." I looked over to him. He shrugged.
"So you treat me like your girlfriend, and let people believe I'm your girlfriend. But I can't be your girlfriend?" He sighed putting his arm around me.
"I don't wanna have this conversation tonight. I just wanna look at the stars with my girl." He kissed my forehead. For a second, I wanted to let it go. Enjoy it even. But it didn't feel right.
"Don't call me that." I mumbled.
"What?"
"I'm not your girl, don't call me it." He looked to me, his expression unreadable.
"Why not?"
"You haven't earned it."
"Earned it?" He questioned, I nodded. We stared at each other, the silence building up.
"That's fair. I guess i haven't." He layed, making me fall into him, my back to his chest. I should hate him. But I feel his breathing, slow, steady, it relaxes me, makes me melt into him. He's like drugs. Like my body needs him, even though it's bad for me.
"How did you loose your virginity?" I asked, he let out a breath, his hand sliding onto mine, laying on my stomach.
"I was 14," he took a long pause.
"She was 25."
"What?" I sprang up in shock. He started laughing.
"I'm kidding." he got out between laughs, pulling me back against him.
"That wasn't very funny." I let out a breath.
"It was a little funny." He said, his chest returning to steady breaths.
"We were both 16." He said seriously this time.
"How cliche."
"That's just the beginning. It was the first time for both of us. After prom." He said quietly, I was the one to laugh.
"I know. I know."
"Was it good?"
"Awful."
"Really? But that's the perfect scene."
"I thought so to. I didn't even cum."
"What? That's like impossible."
"Guess not. It was awkward, and she was really weird about it. It was just...bad. We broke up 3 days later."
"Sorry."
"What about you? How were you deflowered?" He whispered it, like he knew I'd hate it. My entire body tensed.
"Ew, you ever say that again I'll punch you."
"Ok. How was your made up status of virginity taken?" He asked again.
"Better. I was 15." He gasped dramatically.
"How scandalous." He tickled my side.
"Shut up." I squirmed, prying his hand off me.
"Didn't know you were so unpure." He intertwined our fingers.
"He was 16, and had this van."
"Oh god," he squeezed my hand.
"Yeah. But he was really sweat. Had blankets, lit candles, music. The whole works."
"Candles in a van?"
"Yeah. Luckily he didn't light my hair on fire."
"So it was good?"
"Yeah. Not bad."
"You cum?"
"No. But he did at least."
"How many guys have you been with?" Usually i would slap him for asking a question like that. But I did start this conversation, and he sounds genuinely curious.
"3. You?"
"3."
"You've been with 3 guys?" I giggled, I could almost feel him rolling his eyes.
"Oh you just think you're so funny." He rolled me beneath him, making the hammock swing.
"I am so funny." I nodded, putting my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
"Ha. Ha." He said humorlessly, putting a firm kiss to my lips. I pulled him closer, kissing him deeper. Why is he such a good kisser? He pulled back.
"Now?" He whispered,
"You really think I'd let our first time be in a hammock in your grandparents backyard?" I tilted my head.
"Worth a try." He shrugged. Why does he have to be so cute?
"Did you love her?"
"Who?" He setled back beside me, facing me this time.
"The girl you lost it to."
"I said I did. Thought I did."
"So you took her virginity and then dumped her 3 days later?"
"No. It was mutual. I honestly never really thought about her again."
"How long were you together?"
"2 months."
"Gosh, sounds like you you didn't even like her."
"I didn't really know her, until one of her friends told me she had a crush on me. We'd never even talked. I just thought she was pretty, so I asked her out, then a week later we were dating."
"Wow. You've sure changed your ways." I sighed, he pulled me closer.
"What about you. Did you love the guy?"
"Yeah. I did. We'd been dating over six months, and I decided i wanted to weeks ago but he made me wait to make sure I was really ready."
"Loser."
"Shut up. He was sweet."
"How long did you date?"
"Almost a year."
"Why'd you break up?"
"I don't know, it just kinda..faded." I shrugged. Looking back at the sky. There was a minute of a comfortable silence.
"Y/N,"
"Yeah?"
"I love you." He said softly.
"What?" My head snapped over to him.
"I love you." He said again.
"You love me?" I asked in disbelief.
"Yes." He nodded, smiling like he expects me to be happy.
My hearts racing. But not from excitement. He loves me. I should be happy to hear it. But all I feel is dread. Because I know what this is. He knows I can't take it much longer. So he tells me he loves me to string me along.
"Y/N?" He sounds scared now, seeing my expression.
"Why do you say that now?"
"I..I don't know. It was just so easy talk to you, about that stuff, usually I'd be embarrassed or scared to hurt you feelings, but your just so..perfect, and I just started thinking about every i really like about you, and..I love you." I crawled over him, making the rope creek as I tumble out onto the ground, quickly getting up and walking away quickly.
"Y/N? Y/N where are you going?" He quickly followed, catching up.
"Take me home."
"What? I-I'm sorry. I don't expect you to say it back i-"
"Take me home Chris." I cut him off.
"I can't take you home, Y/N that's on the other side of the country."
"Take me to your home, just take me somewhere." I got to his car.
"Ok, let's go." He opened the passenger door. I got in the back. He stood frozen for a second. Then got in and started driving driving.
5 minutes ago I was in his arms, in an insanely uncomfortable hammock, but I was comfortable, because I was with him. Now I can't stand to look at him.
After a long silent drive, we arrived. I could see his hands shaking slightly as he opened the door.
"I'll sleep on the couch." I mumbled, staring at the floor.
"What-i don't understand what I did. You don't love me that's ok. I didn't mean to-"
"I do."
"You do?"
"I do and that's the problem."
"You do. I don't get it. What's the problem? Can't we talk?" He sounded desperate.
"I'm sorry. I don't wanna talk about it right now. I wanna go bed and think."
"But can't we-"
"Please,"
"Ok. But take my bed."
"I can't-"
"Take it. The couch will fuck your back. I'll sleep with nick."
"Thanks. Goodnight." I head upstairs.
"Night.." he sighed.