sturniolo/nate imagines 2

☆obsessed-Chris

The board in the hallway squeaked and I gasped, imedietly sitting up on the edge on my bed, watching as the handle turned and the door pushed open.
Chris.
"Hi, baby." He said softly, closing the door behind him. "I have something for you." He spoke softly, leaning down to kiss me. I only let him for a second before I got impatient.
"Ok what is it?" I asked swinging my feet.
"Here you go, baby." He held a bag in front of me and I eagerly brought it to my lap. Feels Like clothes. I opened it up and my head tilted in confusion. I reached in and pulled one of the colorful pieces of fabric out. Then another, and another. Underwear. A bag full of underwear. Some lacy and sexy, some cute, but soft and comfortable.
"What is this?" I asked, looking up to him.
"I want you to walk around every single day, wearing the panties I bought for you." Oh my god. "What?" He leaned closer, tucking my hair behind my ear and holding my face gently. He's completely serious.
"I want to know that whatever touches that little pussy is something I picked out and payed for." I stared at him, trying to process what he was saying.
"Why?"
"Because your pussy's mine. I'm going to clothe it." What the fuck. My mouth hung open as I tried to find something to say. He smiled, grabbing the bag and going to my dresser, opening my underwear drawer, scooping them all up, and dropping them in the trash. I gasped.
"What are you doing?"
"I made sure to get every kind. I don't expect you to wear these on your period." He grabbed a red lacy pair and folded it neatly, then placed it in the now empty drawer.
"And don't worry, I washed them all." He continued folding.
"Chris, what the fuck is this?"
"This is me taking what I want." He said casually.
"What if I don't want this?" He paused, turning to me.
"I can buy you any other ones you want. I tried to get the same style."
"That's not what I meant." He knows what I meant. He sighed.
"What's so wrong about me wanting my girl to wear the panties I picked out?" He questioned. I didn't have an answer. He smiled, kissing my cheek, before going back to folding. I watched. The more I thought about it. The more I liked the idea of walking around wearing something he got for me. As I watched him fold the last pair, I noticed the stitching on the front. Chris, spelled in small black letters. He put his fucking name on them.
"You payed someone to do that?" I looked over the drawer, his name is on every single pair. He hugged me from behind, resting his head on my shoulder.
"I did." He nodded, squeezing me against him. Oh my god.
"You're gonna live with my name on your pussy." He whispered, biting my neck. "By the way, I need the ones your wearing." His hands moved to my hips pushing my pants down. They pooled at my feet and he lifted me out of them setting me back, and letting me go to stand in front of me. He held his hand out.
"Give them to me." I can't believe this is real. "Y/N. Give them to me." His stare grew more intense as he repeated it slower. I pushed them past my hips and let them fall, picking them up and placing them in his hand. All while keeping my eyes on his. He wrapped his fingers around them, smirking.
"Good girl." He swiftly threw them in the trash and fished out a new pair from the drawer. Orange lace, the back just one string of flowers, that will cover almost nothing.
"Try them on for me." I nodded, taking them. The second i had them on, he dropped to knees.
"Fucking gorgeous." He bit his lip, hands smoothing up and down my thighs as he stared. His name front and center.
"Spin for me." I did, just as I faced away from him, he grabbed my hips, stopping me.
"I should've put my name across your ass too." He whispered to himself, squeezing it firmly, before turning me back.
"Do you like them?"
"I love them." I nodded.
"Good." He pressed a kiss to his name. "It's a shame they'll just end up on the floor." He stood, his hands dragging up my body as he did. I want everything on the floor and him inside me.
"Now I think you earned a few spanks for being a brat, don't you?"
"But i-"
"Good girls don't argue. Bend over." I slowly bent over the bed, placing my hands down. I wasn't a brat. I thought I was pretty understanding actually. How was I supposed to react to him- I gasped, as his hand came down hard on my ass.
"I think 5 is enough today." He did it again. No matter how many times he's done this, I'm still shocked at the feeling that runs through me every time.
"My perfect girl, absolutely perfect." Another, I moaned.
"That's it." Another slap, another moan.
"One more." His last was softer, but it stung even more. He soothed his hands over the redness as I took a shaky breath.
"You stay right there. Wait for me." I listened, not moving an inch as he rustled around behind me.
"Lay down." He whispered. I did, laying back, head on the pillows. My eyes immediately going to his hands. Ties. Silk ones he bought just for me. He crawled over me, lifting my shirt off. Then grabbed my wrists gently and pulling them above my head.
"May i?" I can see the need in his insanely dilated eyes.
"I don't here the magic word." I like to make him beg for it before i give him control.
"Please. Please give yourself to me. I'll make it worth your time. I promise. I'll make you feel so good you need to be restrained." He pleaded. I nodded.
"Thank you." He pressed a soft kiss to my lips before tying each of my hands to the hooks he screwed into the headboard months ago.
"My perfect girl." He dragged his eyes down my body as he leaned back, drinking in the sight of me. And i know the sight is going straight to his cock.
"Can I have a picture of you?" He asked quietly, his hand gripping his phone in his pocket. My eyes drifted to his. He looks so desperate. I nodded.
He opened his phone and took a picture. I don't have to ask him not to show anyone. He'd kill someone if they saw.
He tossed his phone onto the floor and started stripping. His hat, his shirt, his pants, then his boxers. He sprung out, as hard and throbbing as he always is. I watched closely as he wrapped his hand around himself stroking slowly as he hissed. I want nothing more than that cock right now.
"Fuck. You're to pretty, baby. I can't last being inside you."
"My mouth." I said imedietly. "Use my mouth, please."
"I won't last in that pretty mouth either. But you want my cum, don't you?" He crawled over me.
"Yes," I nodded eagerly.
"I'll give it to you." He put his knees at either side of my chest, his cock standing hard in front of my face. He cradled the back of my head and lifted it up to him as I opened my mouth, taking it in.
"There you go. My girl, so good." He groaned, thrusting into my mouth gently, his fingers tightening in my hair. I looked up at him. He whimpered, tilting his head back. I moaned around him at the sound. I'm fucking soaked.
"You have such a pretty face. The only face I ever want to see. The only mouth I want to stuff my cock in the rest of my life." He looked back down like it pained him, starting to thrust harder.
"You ready for my cum?" He panted. I made a desperate noise around him, hollowing out my cheeks. He stopped down my throat, pumping his cum into me. I took it all.
"Fuck. Yes, good girl. The best girl. I love you." He pulled out, wiping my lips.
"Chris," I whined, rubbing my thighs together.
"What is it baby? Tell me what you want." He moved down, spreading my legs to kneel between them.
"I want you. I want you to fuck me." He smiled, pulling my underwear down and balling them into his fist.
"I give you such a pretty present and you get them all wet." He smirked, bringing them to his nose, inhaling deeply.
"I'm sorry," I whined.
"Mm. You should be. You're making me so hard again. What do i do with you?" He tossed my panties on the floor, watching me squirm with need.
"Chris." I was getting desperate. He gave in immediately, rubbing my clit as he lined up with my entrance. He sank in slowly.
"You feel so good." He started with fast hard and percice thrusts, knowing exactly where to hit to make me shake.
"Oh fuck." The feeling spread through every nerve in my body, tingling through my fingers and toes, balling together in my chest.
"Tell me your mine, I want to hear it." His nails dug into my hips as he waited to hear it.
"I'm yours." I moaned.
"And I'm yours, always." He kissed me hungerly, somehow picking up the pace.
"I love you." I whined out between kisses. He groaned, biting my lip, his cock swelling even more. I threw my head back to break the kiss, unable to kiss and moan, while breathing. And unfortunately I need to.
"Shh baby, don't wanna disturb the neighbors." He bit at my neck to quiet himself down. That's not helping. Tears of pleasure burned in my eyes as I struggled against the ties.
"Oh my fucking god." He gritted his teeth panting out the sexist sounds I've ever heard. Unfortunately I could barely hear them over my desperate and whiny moans. That are starting to sound more like sobs.
"I can't hold it anymore Y/N," his breathing broke as he stared in my watery eyes. His hips falling out of rhythm as his warth spread inside me. The best feeling in the world.
Then he slowed down.
"No, no. Don't stop." I whined.
"Y/N,"
"Please don't stop. Please. Please." I cried. Even my pussy protested, squeezing, pulsing, trying to drink him in. He squeezed his eyes shut starting again, finding the same pace. I moaned loudly. The bed creaking again, everything reigniting twice as hard.
"Shh, you begged for it. Take it." He grabbed my legs and put them over his shoulders, getting as deep as possible. My back arched, the ties digging into my wrists, he pressed my thighs into him to keep me still. Barely any of my body actually touching the bed.
"Oh shit," he groaned, cumming again. I couldn't find my breath, my mind so jumbled I didn't even know i was cumming til it was over.
I was back on the bed, panting, the last few tears rolling down my cheeks.
"I love you so fucking much." He panted, setting my legs down gently. I felt it dripping down my thighs. Then saw it dripping down his abdomen. I squirted.
"You are the," he pulled out, gasping, he looks so sensitive. "best thing," he reached over me, untieing my wrists. "that has ever happened to me." He finished, stroking my hair, pressing a kiss to my forehead. He's so fucking sweet. I wrapped my arms around him, kissing his lips. 
I want to be this close to him forever.
"Let's clean you up." He picked me up, bridal style. His favorite way, he'd carry me everywhere like this if I'd let him. But I like it reserved for after sex.
He took me to the bathroom and set me on the counter.
"Bath?" I nodded. He turned the water on. Then helped me down into the tub. I like sitting in it while it fills up.
"I'll be right back. Gonna go change the sheets." He kissed my hand before leaving.
I added some bubbles to the water as I smiled stupidly. He carrys me, and is gentle with me, and changes my sheets, and he kisses my fucking hand.
He loves me. He loves me so bad it's a bit pathetic. He bought me a new underwear drawer and stitched his name on every pair. You can't get much more pathetic than that.
But I wouldn't have it any other way.
"Miss me?" He came back and I looked up, attempting to hide my smile as he settled in across from me.
"Yeah." I nodded.
"Sore?"
"Yeah." He frowned slightly.
"Worth it?" He questioned.
"Yeah." My smile was impossible to hide. He smiled back, holding my hands in the water.
"Do you love me?" I asked quietly. He looked confused.
"Do I love you? Are you really asking me that?"
"I just wanna hear it again." I admitted.
"I'll say it as many times as you want. I love you." He stared in my eyes as he said it. I know he really means it. I can feel it. Younger me would've killed for this. To be told I was loved and really believe it.
"Can I tell you something embarrassing?"
"Of course you can."
"When I was younger, i used to pull at my eyelashes, and when I'd get one I'd blow it away, and wish to find love." He squeezed my hands.
"That's not very embarrassing. Really cute actually."
"Ok. What's considered embarrassing then?"
"When I first asked you out out, I threw up before because I was so nervous." I gasped.
"What? No way."
"Yeah. Then I made nick go buy me  toothbrush so I didn't miss my chance."
"That's not very embarrassing. Really, really cute actually." I'm gonna age terribly if he keeps making me smile so much. "I really wish this bathtub was bigger so I could cuddle you right now." Bath cuddles are the best.
"When we have our own house. I'll make sure it's perfect. A big one for us, and a small one to bathe the kids." I love when he does future talk.
"Ok. But we're only having girls."
"I'll try my best." He nodded.
"You don't want a boy?"
"I'll take anything as long as you're their mother." So cheesy. But so adorable because I know he means it.
"You're so obsessed with me."
"I will be forever."