❃Freshlee Interracial imagines and Preferences❃

Out of your league 2

"Baby you know you shouldn't just let any guy dance with you" Nate smiled and snuck up behind her and snaked his hands around her moving waist.

"Exactly, now why are you touching me?" Y/n turned around and pulled his hands off of her.

"I'm not just any guy and you should know that" he pulled her in a bit his lip. His eyes drifted down to her lips he wanted to kiss so badly.

"Chill. You are like any other guy in here. You just want some head and kitty, I ain't giving you shit because I'm not stupid. Now go leave me alone"

Nate smirked and squeezed her waist, his hands drifted down to her ass and he lightly rubbed it.

"Who said I wanted head?" She rolled her eyes and turned around to walk away. He laughed and pulled her back. "Okay alright, I just want a dance"

"No"

"It's just a dance so I'm not taking no for an answer"

She sighed and gave in with a small smile, "don't try anything"

"Anything like..." he began moving with her to beat blaring through the speakers.

"Don't hold me so tightly, and don't you dare touch my ass"  "and what if I do? Is it because you like it?" He teased.

"Nate don't even play yourself. This is my game and I always win" he chuckled lowly in her ear and whispered, "Just like I'm about win with you?"

She froze in her place, she could sense his sinister smirk playing on his lip. "How?"

His lips brushed against her neck as his hands tightened around her waist pulling her in closer. "I already did it"

She regained her senses pushing him away, "I'm not falling for that"

He gave her a confused stare, "well you're out of luck because I just did. Now who's out of your league?"