sturniolo/nate imagines 2

☆fight-Chris

This one's kinda bad, and the POV switches a lot, because i don't watch the sturniolo triplets anymore, haven't in a long time.
So I have a book in my drafts about random people that i right in for fun, and I actually wrote most this about Lorenzo Zurzolo but thought it would work for chris so I took parts of it and put it into this sory and just changed it to him, and i probably did a bad job.

Y/N POV

After repositioning 3 times, I opened my eyes. Chris is breathing so heavily he's practically panting next to me.
"What?" I grumbled, turning my head to him. We weren't cuddling like we usually do. We haven't been normal lately, though neither of us have acknowledged it.
"Nothing, sorry. Didn't mean to wake you." He whispered, I sighed, closing my eyes.
"Too late. What is it?"
"I um..had a dream, and I can't stop thinking about it."
"What kind of dream?" I asked, though i think I already know.
"You were in it." That's all the answer I got, i reached over, slid my hand down him, til I reached the bulge in his pants, his breathing hitched.
Usually one dream wouldn't do this to him, he'd just wait til morning and destroy me then. But we haven't been normal, we haven't had sex, in almost 3 weeks. Not a long time, for most people. But we're not most people, normally for us it's every other day-ish, or every day, whenever we have time. At most it'll be a week before we make time for it. My period is a scheduled break of course.
But lately, I haven't been in the mood. He's tried a few times, not nearly as much as he normally does, I feel unwanted.
Now he wants me, and I'm to tired to uphold my growing anger at him.
"Ok," I mumbled.
"OK what?"
"You can,"
"Can what?"
"Do what you need."
"Seriously?" He sat up a bit, I nodded. "That's not words, Y/N."
"Yes."
"Are you sure? Because you look pretty asleep right now." He brushed some hair out of my face, I opened my eyes.
"I'm sure."
"Ok," he kissed my lips a second before getting up and moving behind me, pulling the blanket off me, then my underwear. He didn't take his time, a little more rustling then he grabbed my ass, spreading me apart, I turned one leg out, bending my knee so he had more access. I glanced at his alarm clock, 3:24, I'll have to be really quiet.
"You're really sure?" He asked quietly, sweet, but annoying.
"Chris." Then he was pushing inside me, it was a little painful, we haven't done it in so long, but it was a thousand times more pleasurable.
"Fuck," he sighed, dragging back out, I gripped the pillow pulling it into my chest to press my mouth against it, leaving my nose free to breathe. I'd be lying if a said i wasn't excited, I'm a very horny girl, I still got horny, just not for him, my solo attempts failed miserably, and my lack of orgasms has not helped my mood.
Now I get to cum, it was slower than normal, not as deep, but he just woke up, and we can't be to loud. Can't complain, I just get to lay here. I'm so lucky. Maybe I shouldn't hold a grudge, he's just a bit distant, he gets busy, and we do still see each other a lot. So what if it's not as much as normal?
"Shit," he got even faster, then pulled out, a moan died behind my lips as he groaned, spilling onto my ass. Well that was fast, guess he'll have to go again. He reached over and grabbed a tissue, wiping my off. To my surprise I heard him pull his pants back up, then lean down slightly.
"Do you want your underwear back on?" Do i want my fucking underwear back on?
"No." Even i could hear the annoyance in my voice, he didn't seem to, and layed back down, closer than before, and threw the blanket back over us.
"Thanks baby, I love you." He kissed my head, put an arm around my waist, then closed his eyes.
Is this a joke? I stared at him, thinking maybe he'd get up and say he was messing with me. Not even his mouth? Not even his hand? Not one finger? That's it?
His lips parted and he was fast asleep in 30 seconds. I looked over at the clock. 3:28. 4 fucking minutes.

(Time skip)

I went home around 15 minutes after he fell asleep. 7 hours later, he wouldn't stop texting, or calling. I read every one sitting on my couch with my cat.