sturniolo/nate imagines

belly dancer-Nate

Y/N POV

I walked in the kitchen watching tik tok. A part of one of my old songs came on. I started dancing and moving my hips. I used to be a belly dancer, but I don't tell people. Cause when I do, they ask me to do it, and I don't like guys watching me, and sometimes when guys find out they use me for my body.
Nate doesn't know either, and we've been dating for a year. Maybe I should tell him.
"Nate," I called, walking into his room.
"What?" He asked, looking up at me from his bed.
"Did you know I used to be a belly dancer?" I asked even though I knew he didn't. His eyes widened.
"Really?" He asked, sounding kind of excited. I nodded.
"Can I see?" He asked, sitting up.
"Sure," I tucked my shirt into my bra, showing my stomach.
"You could just take it off," Nate said with his eyebrows raised. I gave him a look.
"Ya know so I can see better. Get the full effect." He said, trying to make an excuse. I sighed, pulling off my shirt as he smiled. I started doing one of my old dances as nate watched closely. I finished, and Nate was practically drooling.
"That was hot," He said, standing up, wrapping his arms around my waist and  kissing my neck. Just as he unclasped my bra, my phone started ringing. He groaned as I moved away, answering.
"Hello," I said, seeing it was nick calling.
"You and nate wanna go to top golf?" He asked, I smiled.
"Why of course we would." I smirked, nate looked at me skeptically.
"Ok, we'll be over in 10. Be ready." He said, hanging up. I reattached my bra, putting on my shirt.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Nate asked with a frown.
"We're going to top golf with the triplets in 10 minutes." His frown deepened.
"Noooo," he groaned, flopping face down on the bed.
"I don't want to," he sighed
"I wanna fuck." He said, looking sad.
"Well, we don't have time." I said.
"We could finish in 10 minutes." He said, sitting up.
"I don't wanna get sweaty" I said leaning down to face him. He stared at my lips before dramatically falling back on the bed.
"How do I get rid of this then?" He asked, pointing to his erection that was very visible through his pants.
"I don't know, not my problem, go jerk of or something." I shrugged. He looked offended, and then he smirked.
"You could give me a blow job." He said. I shook my head.
"Naw, I'm good." I said, walking away. Leaving him to deel with it on his own.