Omaha Squad Smuts

Skate Maloley: Not A Project

-Background-
Nathan and you have been together for about seven months. Sex is really the only thing keeping the relationship together.
-Your POV-
"I don't know. What do you want?", I ask Nathan as I set my bag down on the kitchen table. I just got off of work and he's already bothering me about what I'm making for dinner. He starves himself until I get home so I can feed him. He's so annoying. "Some steak would be nice", he yells over the tv. I roll my eyes at his demands. I can't believe he has the audacity to ask for steak. On a Tuesday? He's out of his mind. I walk down the hall to our shared bedroom. I open the door and it's a complete disaster. There's dirty laundry thrown around the floor, the bed isn't made, there's water bottles piled up on the nightstand. He's home all day doing nothing and he can't even clean. Unbelievable. I let out a long, loud sigh. He's so frustrating. I go to the dresser and open the bottom drawer. I pull out a pair of lacy underwear and black spandex shorts. I go to the closet and take an old gray tshirt off of the hanger. I step into the bathroom and start the shower. I grab a towel and lay out all of the things I'll need after the shower. Lotion, face wash, and leave-in conditioner for my hair. I open the clear glass shower door and check the temperature, not too hot and not too cold. I take my khakis off and slip out of the black blouse that I wore to work. I take my bra and underwear off, putting all of it in the laundry basket outside of the bathroom door. I step into the shower and let the warm water run over my skin. I run my fingers through my hair, trying to get it wet enough to put shampoo in. I finish washing my hair and proceed to washing my body. I grab my body wash and pour a small amount on the purple loofah. I scrub my body and start washing the soap off. I hear the bathroom door open and turn around to find Nathan staring at me. I pay no mind to him and continue my relaxing shower. He opens the door, "Can I join you, baby?" "No," I say as I turn the knob, shutting the water off, "I'm done." I smile and push past him as I grab my towel. I wrap the cotton material around my curves and start to wash my face. "What's wrong?", Nathan asks. "Nothing, why?", I look at him in the mirror, squeezing lotion into my palm. "I don't know. You want me to help you with that?", he steps forward. "No, I can put lotion on myself", I said, a little harsher than intended. Nathan stands there, shocked at my response. Guys really are dumb. He's completely clueless about why I'm mad at him. I'm his girlfriend, not his mom. "Nate?", I call for him as I slip on my gray tshirt. "Yes?", he responds following me into our bedroom. "I am not obligated to clean up after you. Clean the room... I'm tired of you leaving a trail of trash in every room you go to." I wait for a response, but never receive one. He has an expressionless face on and walks away silently. What the fuck? He just ignores me after I told him to clean his mess up. Complete bullshit. I go to the living room and see him with a trash bag, picking up Coke bottles and beer cans. I spoke too soon. I didn't mean to be so harsh, but I had to get my point across. He probably thinks I'm a bitch. And I am, no doubt in that. "Are you just going to watch me?", he questions me, without looking up from his task. "Sorry", I mumble. I'm too involved in my own thoughts to even get mad at his tone. Maybe we aren't the best for each other, but I love him. He's honestly such a dick, but that's what I desire. I want a bad guy to straighten out. I want to help them learn and do the right thing. My only fear is that when I finally fix Nathan I won't be attracted to him anymore. I know that day will come eventually, but obviously not very soon. "Happy now, queen?", he mocks me and throws the bag away. He sits on the couch and turns his Playstation on. I walk over to him and straddle his waist. "Get off. I'm not in the mood", he states in a deep, rough voice. "No. I'm the queen, remember? And I demand attention", I ignore his request. He looks into my eyes, but I can't tell his emotion. Usually it's easy to see how he's feeling by just looking in his eyes, but no... not this time. Anger? Lust? I have no idea. I blink a few times and wait for him to speak. "Why are you craving attention if you just yelled at me?", he questions my emotions. "I don't know", I grind on his hips a little bit, "I just want you." His eyes get wide and his lips part as I grind harder into him. "Alright. You've convinced me, queen", he stands up with me in his arms and carries me to our bedroom. He sets me down on the edge of our bed and goes to the closet. He pulls something off of the top ledge, but I can't see what it is. He has handcuffs in his hand and I look at him, shocked. I open my mouth to speak, but before I can, he grabs my arms and turns me around. He hovers over me, pushing his hips into my ass as he puts the cold, metal handcuffs on my wrists. I can feel his growing erection, and I'm pleased with the fact that I'm the only person he craves. He lifts up and pulls my shorts, along with my underwear, off of my legs in a quick motion. The cold breeze hits my pussy and I shiver, goosebumps growing all over my skin. I feel his tongue lick a long stripe up my pussy and my breathing becomes heavy. I instantly crave more when I feel his tongue separate from my throbbing core. "Nathan?", I whine. I feel his large hand slap my ass, sure to leave a handprint. "Quiet", he says, shallowly. I lay and wait for any attention that he'll give me. I feel his rough hands wrap around my hips and pull my body up, leaving my ass in the air. I feel his wide tip tease my pussy and I instantly let a low moan fall from my lips. His hands snake around my hips again and he pushes all the way in, tilting his head back at how tight I was. He moves in and out slowly, trying to make this moment last. "Faster, baby. Please", I moan out. He slaps my ass again, causing me to whimper. He thrusts at a fast pace and my legs start shaking at the amount of force he was using. Groans falling from our lips, we both grind our hips against each other's. "Say my name, babe", he demands and slaps my ass again. "Fuck, Nathan. I'm cumming", I scream as my walls tighten around his cock. He reaches around, still thrusting, and rubs my sensitive clit to add more pleasure to my ongoing orgasm. I scream his name over and over as I finally come down off of my high. His thrusts become sloppy and I feel his release into my pussy. He walks around to the other side of the bed and plops down. We both lay there, trying to gain composure after those euphoric orgasms. "Thank you, that was amazing", I break the silence. "Yeah...", he trails off, "Hey, you know I'm not a project, y/n. You have to stop trying to change me." "I know. You're right, and I'm sorry", I turn and look at him, "...Can you take these off now?" I lift my hands, still confined by the cuffs. He lets out a small chuckle, "Yeah, I guess." "You never finished cleaning", I say, looking around at the messy bedroom. "Oh fuck off", Nathan says as he wraps his tattooed arm around me.