IMESSAGES | NATE MALOLEY {COMPLETE}

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"let's go upstairs," derek murmurs as he kisses me on exposed skin on my neck.

"derek-how about no," i try and pry him off me as his hands start to move places i wouldn't expect.

"but baby," he looks up at me as he groans. "you love me, right?"

"y-yeah," i stammer as we were now against a wall, his hand was crawling up underneath my shirt as his dark pitch orbs were in contact with mine.

"then you'd make love to me, right?"

"n-no, i don't want to-"

"just do it, it's fun, jen," he then interrupts my speaking as he takes a firm grasp on my waist, trying to pick me up and place me over his shoulder.

"derek, no," i wail, trying to kick and push as his grip becomes harsher, knowing that'll make a bruise.

before derek could finally do what he expected, i heard the footsteps of someone upstairs as they made an impact on the wooden stairs.

nate was coming down.

"what the fuck do you think you're doing?!" nate's voice rips above my cries and derek's harsh breathing.

// ok shit well ... GUyS THIS IS NUMBER 57 IN FANFICTION WAHT THE FCKCKCKKCKKEKRKKF