Nate Maloley Imagines

Quiet

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Staying at Nate's parents house for two whole week was nice, it was a good reality check. His parents absolutely adored you more than words and Stew even formed a small crush on you (much to Nate's dismay). The only downside of staying with Nate's parents was that privacy was limited.
"What'd you do today?" Nate asks from his old bed, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips. You finish pulling one of Nate's shirts over your head and make your way over to your waiting boyfriend.
Shrugging, you sit on his lap with a smile. "Me and your mom went shopping, she helped me pick out some new shoes and then we got our nails done. How was the studio?" You ask, watching him scan over your smaller body, his hands rubbing up and down your sides.
"It was good, the only problem was that I just couldn't focus. I kept thinking about how I've gone twelve days without even touching your pussy. I haven't kissed you properly in over a day and fuck, ma I'm going crazy." He huffs, eyes glazing over when he leads his hands up the bottom of the shirt, realizing you're not wearing panties.
He chews on his lip, letting out a shaky sigh when he trails the shirt to bunch up at your stomach, showing off your freshly waxed mound. "Fuck, god I've missed this." Nate gapes, his mouth parting to let out little gusts of air when he draws his finger down to your folds, feeling your wetness. "Fuck." He growls.
You let out a little whimper at his actions, sparking something inside of him as he flips you onto your back, hovering his large body over your smaller one. Smashing his mouth against yours, he slots himself between your legs, dragging his bulge across your soaked core.
"You have to be quiet baby." He groans into your mouth, shoving his member further against your heat. "I can't fucking go another day without you, so you have to be quiet. Can you do that for daddy?"
You nod, chewing on your lip as he pulls your shirt back up your stomach, trailing his lips down the supple skin of your chest until he reaches the top of your pelvis. "Yes, Daddy."
Once he is eye level with your sopping wet pussy, he lets out a heavy exhale, his eyes hooded from lust. Not wasting anytime, he dives right in and begins sucking at your folds, kitten licking your clit. You bite back a moan, tossing your head against the pillow.
Bringing his hand up, he alternates between licking your clit and rubbing it, sending moan after moan to bubble up in your throat. You clap your hand over your mouth, gasping for air.

"You like that baby? God, you taste so fucking good." Nate moans softly,nudging his nose against your nub. He probes your hole with his tongue, cleaning all the juices flowing from you.
Hooking your legs over his shoulders, Nate lays on his stomach in front of you. You let out a soft moan, waiting for him to do something. He takes a second to admire your glistening lips before ravishing you once again, moving his head back and forth in order to reach everywhere. His hands roam up your sides, holding you in place.

Your muffled moans ignite a fire in his stomach, his cock twitching against the confines of his sweatpants. Your stomach clenches and unclenches with every touch of his grainy tongue, his deep breathes fanning cold air onto your slick lips.
"Nate, please." You gasp out, clawing at his shoulders in an attempt to get him to stop his assault. He gives you one last long lick, rubbing his thumb over your clit before sitting up on his knees, shimmying down his sweats.
His hard cock bounces up against the bottom of his stomach, a quick gasp coming from his lips at the relief. "You're doing so good baby, just stay quiet a little longer." He breathes before rubbing his tip against your folds.
His eyebrows furrow at the pleasure he has been deprived of for weeks, eyelids fluttering at the sensation of you coating him. He grabs hold of his shaft, dragging it up and down your folds before poking your hole, sighing as he slips into you.

He gives a light thrust, clenching his eyes shut as he tries to control himself. "Fuck, I just want to fuck you so hard your ass is red. But. I. Fucking. Cant." He growling, giving a hard thrust between each word. You bite your lip, feeling the air get knocked out of your chest every time he moves.
"Nate," You gasp out, pulling your nails across his shoulder blades as he relentlessly drives his length into you. Clawing at his back, you pull him into you so you can bite down on his shoulder. "Faster."

His thrusts become short strokes, slamming his hips into yours. "Ma, you're so fucking tight." He whimpers, gnawing at the nape of your neck in order to hold his little moans in. Slamming his hand up onto the wall above you, he rolls his hips at a faster pace.
"Nate," You gasp, furrowing your brows. "Stew's gonna wake up." He nods, knowing very well that his brother is probably already awake and listening to him fucking you.
Holding your chest tight to his own, Nate rolls you on top of him, holding your hips above his own. He grabs onto your hair, biting at your jawline as his other hand cups over your mouth. Suddenly he drives his hips up at an alarming rate, the bed creaking at his actions.

You struggle to find purchase on the sheets, your moans being stifled by his hand. You can tell Nate is getting frustrated by the look on his face, his eyebrows cast downwards.
"Fuck it." Nate mumbles, rolling you onto your back before he pulls his sweats back up his legs. You sit up, your shirt falling back down your thighs as you look at him confused.
He just grabs your legs, tossing you over his shoulder before walking out of the room and down the stairs of the foyer. He steps carefully around in the pitch black house, reaching the front door quickly. Once he exits, he grips onto your ass to make sure your shirt stays down as he jogs across the road, over to Swazz's house.
It only take two knocks from Nate for Swazz to open the door. You move diagonally, smiling at John. "You alone?" Nate rushes, his biceps flexing when he sees Swazz checking you out.
"Yeah, why?"
"Go for a walk, right fucking now." Nate demands, pulling Swazz from the front door. "I haven't had sex is almost two weeks and I'l be damned if I don't hear my girl scream for me right now."
You see Swazz's amused face, his hand raising to wave as he walks over to his car. Nate storms in the house, slamming the door shut with his foot before dropping you on your back onto the couch. He rips his sweats down his legs, grabbing you by the ankles before pulling you over to him.
He slides right back in, raising your shirt to rest on top of your breasts. "Fuck, scream baby. Scream my name, I gotta hear you." He pleads, letting a loud growl out when he begins thrusting.
"Oh, fuck Nate!" You moan, his eyes rolling back as he thrusts. You push his chest back, sending him flat on his back before you climb on top of him and sink yourself down, his head falling down onto the cushion.

"Shit, baby you're so fucking hot." His rough voice nearly yells, his hands clutching at your hips profusely. You grind against him, lifting your hips up to swivel them around at a fast pace.
His fingers claw at your lower back, one hand slipping down to smack your ass. "Nate, you're so fucking big." You drawl, hands shaking from the pleasure he's giving you.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum." He roars, grabbing your waist to hold you tight to him as he turns you around so your back is pressed against his chest. He leans back on his knees, spreading your legs wide open before thrusting upwards and rubbing his fingers across your clit.

One hand goes to your neck, squeezing lightly as he holds you in place. Your legs shake from the feelings, tensing and closing momentarily. "Keep em open baby, don't quit on me now." He demands, biting your neck to leave a mark.
"Oh, fuck! Nate!" You scream, nails scratching at his thighs while your head drops back, orgasm taking over your entire body. You quake against him, rolling your hips in time with his thrust to milk him to orgasm.
You hear him groan, his hand around your neck tightening before his hips stutter inside of you. A loud groan followed by your name erupts from his throat, his thighs tensing as he spills himself inside of you.
Once he catches his breath, he flips you onto him, laying with your chest against his. One of his hands drags through your hair before his dimpled smile appears on his face. "God, I love you."
"I love you too." You mumble, pressing you lips against his in a tight, innocent kiss.
"On my fucking couch? Seriously? There's a fucking guest bedroom!" Swazz yells from the door, Nate's body scrambling to cover your own.