Imagines/Smuts

Nat Wolff

                   ♦Requested♦

Your hands trembled, reaching to grab onto your captors. His eyes wild and fingers clenched around your throat. You felt your eyes close down tears escaping them before fluttering a moment later, your fingers clawing into his skin silently screaming out “Stop.”

A loud “Cut” rang through the room. Nat’s hands dropping from your throat and your gaze shooting to the director’s. With a bright nod he clapped both of you on the backs. “Good job you two. We’ll shoot it one last time but first we’ll take a break to get everything back in position.”

The walk back to your trailer was a silent one, you heard Nat’s footstep trail behind you. Pushing the door open, you stood at the entrance waiting for him to walk past you and into the dimly lit space. He sat onto the couch, his head in his hands, elbows supported by his knees.

After observing him, you carefully closed the door. Your feet carrying you to him. Kneeling in front of him you grabbed onto both his hands.

“This isn’t getting better.” Nat breathed. He looked at you, something he hadn’t been able to do since the first day of shooting.

“It’s not you, it’s just a person you’re playing.”

“You’ve been saying that.” He shot up, causing you to stumble a bit. Getting up you caught his arm to force him to face you.

“Because it’s the truth.” You had grown tired of the arguing, going off for something that wasn’t even your fight. “They’re characters. No matter how invested you get in a role you’ll walk away and so will this guilt you feel.”

“How are you so sure?” He stepped closer to you, his hand caressing your cheek.

“Because we’ve been together for two years now and when you walk off that set, you’re no longer the person you play Nat.” You leaned into his touch, “You’re the guy who sits up with me when I can’t sleep at night, and hold my hand when I can’t seem to focus. You’re the one who if I text you I’m having a bad day, you bring me ice cream at the end of the day. And no matter how mad you’ve gotten at me, you don’t raise your hand. You won’t squeeze me too tight and when I come home a little late, you’re not jumping down my throat trying to figure out who I was with.” You looked at him exhaling out all your frustration. “Nat-”

He stopped you there, pulling you into him, his arms wrapping around you. “How am I supposed to top that?” He chuckled.

“You’re not supposed to.” You spoke into his sweater. “We’re not about that. Just continue to be you.” You separated but only by mere inches. His palms on your cheeks pulling you into a gentle kiss. Your toes tingled as you felt him draw your upper lip into his. His thumbs ran barely there circles as you sucked onto his lower lips, tongue teasing against it. Your hands going to his lower back nails digging into his sweater. Your hands felt sweaty as you tilted your head as he kissed the side of your lip trailing to you jaw, his tongue teasing the area before his lips were back on yours. You drifted from each other slowly, eyes opening slowly.

The both of you standing there his hand drifting down to your neck tilting it slightly, his head lowering slowly. A sharp knock broke the air around the both of you. Your name passed through the door, “You’re needed on set.”