PRETTYMUCH Imagines

Toothbrush ||Nick Mara||

She stood in the middle of the room wearing nothing but his shirt and her underwear. He sat on the edge of the bed shirtless; admiring the beautiful girl he had fallen in love with. Soon he began to realise that he could no longer keep his feelings a secret. He wanted her to know; he wanted her to be his girlfriend; he wanted to be the one to hold her hand and hug her whenever he pleased; he wanted to kiss her, and not just behind closed doors. He wanted the whole world to know just how madly in love he was with her.

He got up and walked towards her. He placed his hands at her hips and looked into her beautifully stunning eyes.

"You look beautiful." He smiled and pecked her lips. She let out a small laugh before responding.

"I'd hope so. Other wise why in the world would Nicholas Carter Mara, the hottest guy in school,  agree to be my fuck buddy?" She raised a questioning eyebrow at him and let her hands trail down his arms.

He mentally let out a sigh and lowered his head. He hated having her think that he only talked to her because of their situation. The first time he talked to her was at a party over a year ago. He'd seen her from across the room and she immediately captured his attention. That night they hooked up and she spent the night at his house. Their second encounter was when a teacher assigned them as partners on a project. She came over to his house again and one thing lead to another, which now brings us to their current situation.

But Nick had been concealing his feelings for a year and he was bursting at the seams; ready to tell her how he truly felt.

"You know you don't have to go." He desperately wanted her to stay. He wanted to hold her while she slept.

"I wish I could but I have to work in the morning." She wiggled her way into her skinny jeans.

"Well we could go to the store and buy what you need for a shower and morning routine. Also I think you have spare clothes here." He wanted to tell her. He needed to tell her.

"Nick if you want to fuck again tomorrow just say it." She let out a chuckle and looked deep into his eyes.

This was it. This was the moment he'd finally tell her his true feelings. He looked deep into her eyes, both hands cupping her cheeks.

"Nick? Talk to me?" Her eyes filled with concern. She thought the worst.

"Nicholas? Are you ending this?" Tears wanted to fall from her eyes but she wouldn't let him see just how much she was hurting.

"Yes. Maybe. I don't know." He was at a loss for words. He didn't know how to form the sentence he wanted to tell her.

"Well if that's how you feel." She tried backing away from him but he held her tight. He knew he had picked the wrong words and he was going to try to fix it.

"Nick let go!" She tried pushing him off but failed. Nick was way stronger than her and she knew it.

"Don't go. Please." His voice was laced with hurt.

"That's what you want." She let out an irritated huff realising she wasn't going to win.

"No! You don't understand." He finally let go of her knowing she'd stay and listen.

"Then tell me what in the hell you want Carter!" She threw her hands up in frustration and let them drop down by her side.

"I want more y/n!" Nick looked deeply into y/n's eyes; love filling up his every own.

"What more do you want!?" She exclaimed not fully understanding.

"I want you! I don't want anyone but you." As soon as the words left his mouth he felt relieved. He felt like a wight had been lifted off his chest and he was finally able to breathe.

However y/n remained silent; processing everything he just said. Nick started to worry; he started to second guess himself.

Just when he started to regret his decision she smashed her lips into his. His hands cupped her cheeks again and his eyes fluttered shut. They both melted into the kiss and, like in the movies, felt the fireworks between them.

They both pulled apart and smiled at each other.

"You don't know how long I've waited for you to say that." Y/n's smile widen and so did Nick's.

Instead of replying back he simple just pressed his lips against hers; letting their lips do the talking.