Nate Maloley imagines

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Request: A Nate imagine where you give him the silent treatment for telling Sammy about your sex life

"Bro, I'm telling you– She's fuckin' amazing. Like, right up there on the list."

Seeing as I had just walked into the apartment, I wasn't sure what to think about those words. I wasn't meaning to eavesdrop, but Nate's voice was so loud, and well, I have a right to know if he's talking about other girls like that. I leaned against the wall outside of his room and listened a little longer.

"Naaah, you're bluffing. She doesn't seem like the type to fuck like that." Sam retorted.

"Bro, I'm dead serious. Y/N's a muh-fucking freak." My eyes went wide, and I nearly choked on my spit. Why was he doing this?! I stepped into the doorway as he elaborated on last night's events, my hands on my hips and an angry expression plastered on my face. Despite this stance, I couldn't possibly look intimidating while blushing.

"Nathan fucking Maloley." I spoke, finally catching the pair's attention.

"Ooh shit, bro." Sam muttered with a closed fist up to his mouth. Nate, on the other hand, looked as amused as ever.

"Hey, lil' mama. I thought you were going to the store." He didn't seem the least bit fazed by my peeved appearance.

"I did go to the store. And now I'm back. Why the fuck are you two talking about me?" I glared at both of them, although Nate obviously received most of the heat.

"Yo, Y/N, chill. If it makes you feel better, it was all good stuff," said Sam. In the most indiscreet way possible, his eyes clawed at my appearance, and I shifted uneasily. Sammy was like a brother to me, and to know that he was most likely imagining me naked was the worst thing to experience. I almost felt violated. Directing a hard stare back at Nate, I crossed my arms.

"What did you tell him?" I nearly yelled. He stood up and started walking towards me, but I held my stance.

"Baby, come on. It's not like I showed him pics or somethin'." My face only grew hotter. So just because he didn't see anything, it was okay? Nate put his hands on my waist and rose his eyebrows like I was supposed to automatically forgive him. "I love you?"

"Fuck off, Nathan." I spat before turning away. I hastily grabbed my phone and walked right out the door, making sure to slam the door behind me. He was unbelievable! This was between us, our intimate moments, and he talked about it like it was nothing. There are some things that you just shouldn't tell anyone, and this was one of them. It just pissed me off that he would expose something so private in such detail. He knew how much I valued our privacy. He knew I didn't like people knowing about our business. Yet he openly described possibly the most private thing about us. Not to mention that Sam was now going to look at me like some piece of meat.

I continued to walk around the block to blow off steam, but after only a few minutes, I heard urgent steps behind me. I knew right off the bat it was Nate.

"Y/N, wait up!" I hurried my pace in spite of his request. "Babe, come on!" I almost began to run, until I felt his hand wrap around my wrist. He whipped me around and held onto my shoulders as if I would fly away. "Babe," He breathed, taking a moment to recover from running. "You're not seriously mad, are you?" I rolled my eyes, folding my arms and averting my gaze to the side. I couldn't even look at him without feeling disgusted. I felt dirty by simply being in his presence. After a moment of silence, he moved to get into my view, but I just kept looking somewhere else. "Y/N." He lifted his hand to hold my cheek, and that's when I turned around and continued walking. All he did was follow after and call my name. Can he do anything other than act like a dog?

Eventually we walked around the whole block, and I was about to enter the apartment complex again when he finally stopped me.

"Alright, wait." He pulled me to the side. "I'm sorry, okay?" Once again I put on the stubborn act. A basic apology wasn't enough. I needed to know that he wasn't going to tell everyone he knew. Otherwise he might as well tweet the whole damn process of having sex with me. "Come on, what else do you want me to do? Erase Sammy's memory? I can't take back what I said." I knew he was getting frustrated with my silence. He deserved it. "Okay, I'm sorry for telling him about our business. I know you hate that shit, but he was bagging on me, and it was the only way to shut him up. He's the only person I told, swear." That was a little better. I uncrossed my arms, though remained silent to see what else he wanted to say. "I'm just really proud to have you, baby girl. You're the best thing in my life." That earned eye contact. He smiled then, and it was incredibly difficult not to do the same since his smile was so contagious. "I just want everyone to know how amazing you are, with everything. I didn't mean to sell you out like that; it wasn't my intention to degrade you at all. I just– I wanted to show you off, baby girl. It's still crazy to me that you're mine, and sometimes I can't help but brag." And he's won me over. With an eye roll and a big sigh, I held my arms out for him. He graciously embraced me, burying his face into my neck. "I'm really sorry. Don't hate me."

"I could never." I muttered as I nuzzled against his chest. "But you're still a jackass for doing that." I expected him to laugh like he usually would, but instead he pressed a kiss to my cheek.

"I deserve that." He looked at me with hopeful eyes. "We good now, lil' mama?" I paused for dramatic effect, and he looked like he was going to explode. Laughing, I nodded.

"But if I catch you again, I'm leaving your ass." I said sternly. He nodded in agreement before leaning forward and bringing me in for a kiss. I returned it before pulling back and hooking my arm into his. "I hope you know you're not getting some for a while."

"Babe," He whined. I shook my head. I mean, we both know I'd probably give in, but I wasn't going to let him get cocky right now. It was my moment of power.

"We'll have sex when you deserve it." I laughed, just because it was such an odd statement.

"I'm pretty sure I deserve it for working so hard these past few days." He reasoned, looking at me with his eyebrows raised. He always looked extra cute doing that. Still, I refused.

"Good. Maybe you'll get some by working harder." That way it was a win-win. The fans would get good music, and in return, he'd get some release. When we returned to the apartment, we found Sammy on the couch, and Nate went over to sit beside him. All of a sudden, Nate playfully slapped the side of Sam's head.

"The fuck, bro?"

"I want you to apologize to Y/N. If I did it, you have to, too." I admit I was surprised. I didn't think he noticed how upset I was about Sam's actions earlier. Sam looked just as surprised, so Nate elaborated, "Don't think I didn't see your dumb ass checking out my girl. Say sorry." It didn't take much convincing as Nate looked like he would fight Sam if it didn't happen.

"Alright, sorry, Y/N. Damn." He looked at the two of us. "I shouldn't have looked at you like that, and I'm sorry for invading y'all's privacy." With a smile, Nate ruffled up his hair before getting up and walking back over to me.

"Atta boy." They saluted each other, then Nate took my hand and pulled me to his room.

"I still stand by what I said, Nate." I crossed my arms, staying put by the door.

"I know, baby. I just wanna look at ya'." He said as he settled down on the bed, looking over at me. On instinct, I blushed and fiddled in slight nervousness. No matter how intimate we got, I still got shy when he would look at me sometimes. But he'd always make me feel better, and for that I was forever grateful. "You are so goddamn beautiful."