sturniolo/nate imagines 2

☆Hotel-Matt

Y/N POV

Matt sighed again and I opened my eyes.
"What?" I whispered, raising my head off his arm.
"Nothing, sorry. Go back to sleep." He smoothed his hand over my hair, guiding my head back down. I went down easily, laying my arm across his stomach. He tensed up. I slid my hand lower, he got tenser. I placed my hand over his cock, hard as a rock. I knew it. A groan died behind his lips, I raised my head to look at him.
"Seriously?" The bit of his face i could see was full of guilt. He's done this almost every night the last week.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." He sighed. "I had a dream." He admitted quietly. I looked over at my phone.
"At 3 in the morning?"
"I'm sorry." He said again. I tried to take my hand away, he grabbed my wrist firmly, keeping it low. "But since you're up..."
"You can't be serious." We're in Boston, in his parents house, in his childhood bed. His entire family is sleeping on the other sides of these walls.
"I know, but we can be quiet, quick."
"Not that quiet, and you know quick will turn into an hour in no time."
"Please, Y/N." He slid my hand back down, and sucked in a breath. He's so hard. I know he's wanted this for days. I felt it. To be honest I have to. We haven't in so long, and he's looked so good lately.  It's infuriating.
"Not here." I took my hand away. He groaned, taking the pillow from under his head and pressing it into his face. I rolled away, not looking at him. If I look i might give in, and that's a terrible idea. So I closed my eyes.
I didn't even get to sleep before Matt rolled over to, pressing into my back. Just ignore him. He pressed in more. It's really hard to ignore him grinding into my ass.
"I know you're awake." He whispered, kissing my neck.
"Then go away." I elbowed his side. I do not need to be more turned on right now. He grabbed my wrist tightly, I squirmed. He held me against him, I could only feel him more. I stopped. He let go off my wrist and trailed his fingers down my stomach, into the waistband of my shorts. His fingers imedietly finding how wet I am. His other hand slid over my mouth. Before I could tell him to fuck off, he pressed tight circles to my clit. I gasped, he pressed harder.
"Shhh," the kisses grew deeper, I couldn't help a moan. His fingers stopped, and both his hands were pulled away. Seriously? One moan and we're done?
"Matt-"
"Get up." He stood.
"What?"
"Come on." He grabbed my hand and practically dragged me out of bed.
"Why?" I asked, but followed none the less. He lead me downstairs. "Matt, where are we going?" He slipped some shoes on, so I did the same. Then he pulled me outside. The car. Smart. But then, he opened the passenger door.
Why not just go straight to the back? I climbed in. He got in and started it, then drove away. "Why can't we just do it in the driveway?" I asked, he looked over, eyes traveling across my face. Then chuckled. Shaking his head.
"We're not doing it in the car."
"Then where are we doing it? Where are we going?" I looked around. I don't know anything about where we are.
"To a hotel."
"A hotel?" He nodded. "You got a room at a hotel just so we can fuck?"
"Yes I did." He reached over, squeezing my thigh.
"I wouldn't have minded the car." Hotels are expensive, and you can't just book an hour.
"You deserve more than the backseat, Y/N." He said it so casually, like he didn't know what he was doing.
"How far is it?"
"15 minutes." I think i can wait that long.  If he stops moving his hand higher. His fingers crept up to my inner thigh. I pryed it off and put it back lower. He glared at me, but kept it in place.

It was a long, tense drive. But we arrived soon enough.
"They're gonna know what we're doing." I said as we got out.
"How would they know?"
"Look at us, going to a room together, at 3:30 in the morning, with no luggage."
"Even if they do. Who cares, we'll never see them again." He went to hold my hand, I took it away. "Y/N." He frowned. I crossed my arms over my chest.
"You could've told me to put a bra on." I sighed.
"Just another obstacle." He smirked. I rolled my eyes but followed him in. He checked in as I stood awkwardly behind him. The girl was friendly, but it was obvious she knew from the way she looked between us.
"Have a nice stay." She slid the cards across the counter, and pressed her lips together in an attempt to hide her smile. It didn't work.
"Thanks." Matt smiled back, taking them, and pulled an arm around my waist as we walked away.
"Matthew." I pushed him away. He pulled me back, clearly amused. We made our way to the elevator and got in.
"You're so embarrassing." I sighed, finally dropping my arms.
"That's why you love me so much." he kissed my cheek, then the corner of my mouth, then my lips. I kissed him back, i couldn't help it. Even when he's annoying he's sexy. The elevator opened, he didn't pull away. I pushed him away, taking a card from his hand and going to find our room. I heard his steps follow. It was as the end of the hall, I tried to open it.
"Have I ever told you how great your ass looks in these shorts?" He whispered, his hand stealing a squeeze.
"Only every time I wear them." I tried again, and again.
"Well it does." He pressed his card in and it opened immediately. This door is sexist. I went in anyway. He didn't let me get far, pulling me back against him. I turned and kissed him as the door shut behind us. We walked in further, neither of us bothering with the light as we kicked off our shoes. I took off his shirt, he took off mine. I turned. Woah it's dark. He pushed my shorts off.
"Where's the bed?" I asked. He chuckled into my neck, biting at it. "Seriously." I wiggled away. I felt around. There was a thud, followed by a groan.
"I found it." He grumbled. I felt a lamp, and turned it on. He stood at the edge of the bed, holding his foot with a frown. I giggled. "Not funny."
"Are you ok?"
"I will be once I'm inside you. Lay down." I did, watching him strip the last of his clothes and climb between my legs. He put his fingers to work immediately, sliding two in, scissoring them in and out, preparing me for his cock.
I was soaked, dripping into his hand. He smirked.
"Shut up." I moaned.
"I didn't say anything." He moved faster, I gasped, my hips bucking. He used his other hand to hold me down.
"Matt, please. I'm ready." I whined, he raised his eyebrows, clearly not believing me. "Please," He took his fingers back, and stroked his cock with my wetness, then lined up, sinking in slowly. Fuck.
I wasn't ready. It's been a while.
"You ok?" He smoothed his hands up and down my thighs.
"Shut up." I sighed.
"I won't say I told you so." I rolled my eyes. Saying that is saying it. He dragged back out even slower. Eventually the burn faded away, and only pleasure remained. He knew, going harder, faster. Exactly how I like it.
"Fuck, matt." The feeling was sharp, and deep, and everything I've been needing. He groaned, sliding his hands up to my chest, taking a firm squeeze, then speeding up. My back arched, he moved his hands back to my hips to keep me in place with his thrusts, pulling me into them. I whined, my grip on the sheets becoming desperate.
"Such a good pussy," he leaned down, attacking my neck with bites and licks.
"Matt," I tugged on his hair. He didn't stop. "Matt." I pulled his head away.
"What?" He thrust harder, looking annoyed.
"I am not, going back to your house, covered in hickeys." I panted out.
"Way to late for that, baby." He smirked, tracing down my neck.
"Asshole." I whimpered, pushing him away. Have grabbed my jaw, making me look at him.
"Don't be a brat." He whispered. It's not fair for him to be this sexy.
"Fuck you." I moaned out. His hand fell to my throat, squeezing. I gasped, but not much air got threw.
"Don't test me. I am not in the mood tonight." Clearly. I clawed at his arm, he let go, leaning back to watch me gasp. 
"Asshole." I mumbled. I guess i pissed him off a bit to much. He pulled away, and pulled out. I was suddenly cold, and empty, clenching around nothing.
"I'm such an asshole you can make yourself cum." He pushed my legs together, and flopped next to me. I couldn't stop my whine. He was being an asshole. Why am I being punished for saying the truth? Asshole move.
I couldn't stand being empty long. And reluctantly straddled him to take it myself. He held me up, not letting me on. 
"What?" I huffed. He slapped my ass.
"Don't talk to me like that. Apologize." No way. "Apologize." He said again.
"But-"
"No buts. You were being a brat. Now you say your sorry." He's not gonna let it go. I sighed, looking anywhere but at him.
"I'm sorry." I whispered.
"Look at me when you say it." His grip didn't loosen. I slowly looked down.
"I'm sorry." I said again, eyes locked on his.
"And your done being a brat?"
"Yes, I promise." I squirmed, his fingers starting to dig into my hips.
"Good girl. Now get up here." He layed his head back and slapped my ass. I smiled, making my way up to his mouth, hovering over it. He pulled me down, his tongue immediately knowing where to find my clit. I moaned, grinding down into him.
He might make me work for it but it's always worth it. He slid 2 fingers into me. Pumping them in the same rhythm as his tongue. So fucking worth it.
I was getting close, clenching around his fingers. He knew it. He stopped.
"Matt." I sighed, I could cry.
"You're gonna cum on my cock." He moved me back around his hips. I complied, feeling the coil in my stomach with every move. Luckily, he let me straight on his cock this time. I moved back and forth, not caring about his pleasure anymore. I wanted to cum. So I did, moving in just the right way to tip me over the edge.
"Good girl." He groaned, hips bucking into me as he came with me. I fell next to him, catching my breath.
"I needed that." He let out a breath. I nodded. "I need a little more though." His face appeared above mine.
"More?" My excitement must've shown on my face, because his lips curved into that cocky smile.
"Roll over."