A/N: Imagine you and Nate are home alone for the day and you're making out on his couch. You decide to get a little adventurous and start sucking, biting, and attacking the sensitive flesh all over his neck, getting wetter with each whimper and moan that escaper his mouth.
"Y-y/n, babe, baby," he manages to huff out. "Fuck. Oh god. S-stop teasing." You hum against the skin of his collarbone before licking over a small spot on it. His eyes flutter closed and he just lets you abuse that spot. You bite down harshly on that same spot, causing Nate to cry out and arch his back slightly off of the couch. You straddle his waist and whisper in his ear:
"What's the fun in no teasing, Nate?" Nate whines as you nip his earlobe and begin to teasingly palm him through his dark gray sweatpants. Nate whimpers and bites his lip, staring at you with dark, hooded eyes. He bucks his hips slightly into your small hand and you giggle innocently before attacking his collarbone again. You continue to rub him through his pants, gradually getting faster with each passing second, and soon enough, he is coming undone underneath you, thrashing his body around as much as he can with you still on top of him, screaming your name after every shudder from the strength of his orgasm. When he finally comes down from his high, he smiles sleepily up at you and he mumbles:
"As amazing as that was, I need to change pants." You laugh and step off of the couch, letting him stand up and discretely wobble up the stairs to y'all's room. You smile and sit on the couch in satisfaction until you hear, "WHAT THE HELL Y/N?! HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO HIDE THESE?! THESE ARE WORSE THAN THE ONES YOU GAVE ME LAST TIME!" You smirk to yourself.
Victory is sweet.
