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sweet talk (6)

nate jacobs x reader

| summary | The party’s loud, the drinks are flowing, and everyone’s watching Nate... but he’s only watching you. Staying close to him should feel safe—but with so many eyes (and egos) in the room, safety might be the last thing on the menu.

warnings: possessiveness/jealousy, toxic behavior (manipulation, control), mild sexual tension, swearing, party environment (underage drinking implied)

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The party’s already in full swing by the time Nate pulls up to the house — music thumping, lights glowing through the windows, people scattered across the lawn with red solo cups and half-drunk grins.

But you’re still sitting in his truck, hands nervously twisted in your lap as the engine dies.

Nate glances over, one hand already on the door handle. “You good?” he asks, his voice low, calm — like it’s just the two of you, like none of the noise outside even exists.

You nod, but it’s hesitant, your breath catching a little as your eyes flick toward the crowd. “Yeah. Just… there’s a lot of people.”

He grins — not mocking, but amused, fond. “It’s a party, sweetheart. That’s kinda the point.”

You roll your eyes, cheeks already flushing, and reach for the door handle — only for Nate to beat you to it. He’s already out and moving, the truck groaning slightly under his weight as he rounds to your side.

He opens the door and holds a hand out to you, like it’s second nature. Maybe it is. And even though your instinct is to be stubborn and independent, you take it anyway. Because his hand is warm, steady — grounding.

The problem is… his truck is huge. Stupidly tall. And you, well — you are not.

You brace a hand on the seat and slide toward the edge, but the moment your feet leave the truck and dangle in mid-air, panic flickers behind your eyes.

“I got you,” Nate says easily, and without even waiting, his hands settle at your waist and lift you down like you weigh nothing.

Your feet hit the ground, a little too hard, and you wobble for half a second, catching yourself on his chest — fingers curling instinctively into the fabric of his jersey.

You flush, moving to tuck your skirt down quickly. It had ridden up in the process, and you feel the air hit your thighs a little too high for comfort.

But Nate beats you to it. His hand moves without thought, sliding down to adjust the hem of your skirt — tugging it just enough to cover more of you.

Like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Like he’s done it a thousand times before.

You freeze, heart skipping hard, heat rushing straight to your face.

He doesn’t even look fazed. Just drops his hand and glances down at you, casual as ever.

“You good?” he asks again, and this time it sounds different — like he knows exactly what he just did to your brain.

You nod, lips pressed together, barely managing to squeak out, “Yeah.”

The smirk he gives you is borderline cocky — satisfied in a way that makes your chest tighten.

And then he nods toward the house. “Stick close.”

You were already planning on it, but the way he says it makes it sound like a command. Like he wants you right next to him. Like he doesn’t want to share you.

The second you step into the house, it’s clear Nate is the guy tonight.

It’s not just a party — it’s his victory lap. People swarm him the moment he walks in. Hands slap his shoulders, drinks are shoved in his direction, girls you don’t recognize call his name with too much enthusiasm.

He’s drinking it all in — grinning, nodding, playing it cool — but even in the chaos, his hand never leaves you.

It’s either curled around your wrist, warm on the small of your back, or loosely gripping your fingers.

And you stay close. Not because you feel like you have to — but because he makes you feel like it’s okay.

That this party, this attention, this whole storm — it doesn’t matter as long as you’re next to him.

People glance at you. You catch the stares, the whispers, the girls trying not to scowl when they realize you’re with him. But Nate doesn’t even acknowledge them.

His focus keeps shifting back to you — like you’re the only one in the room that matters.

“Drink?” he asks, leaning down close so his lips brush your ear to be heard over the music.

You shake your head. “I’m good.”

“Hungry?”

“No.”

“Too many people?”

You look up at him, cheeks pink. “Maybe.”

He chuckles, his hand sliding down your back again. “You’re doing great,” he murmurs, and you think it’s ridiculous how much that actually helps.

A few guys call for him from across the room — teammates, grinning and already half-drunk — and Nate sighs.

“I’ll be right back,” he says, then bends a little so you can hear the next part, voice lower, rougher. “Don’t move.”

You nod again, practically rooted to the spot anyway.

And even as he steps away, he glances back over his shoulder every few seconds — making sure you’re still there.

You stand near the kitchen archway, tucked into a corner with your back against the wall, sipping from a water bottle someone handed you out of pity — or maybe confusion. You’re not sure.

The music is thumping louder now, bass rattling the cheap picture frames on the walls, and the house smells like beer, perfume, and way too much cologne.

But all you’re really aware of is how far Nate’s gotten.

He’s only across the room, surrounded by teammates and people you think are from the football booster club. He’s laughing, smug and golden under the dim light, towering over everyone like he’s built the damn house himself.

And even still — even swamped — he keeps glancing back at you. Quick, sharp looks that say I’m watching. I see you.

You smile to yourself.

Until someone steps into your line of sight.

“Hey,” a voice says, cocky and a little too loud. “You’re new.”

You blink, startled. A guy — tall, kind of cute, but definitely trying too hard — is standing in front of you now, sipping a beer and leaning against the wall like it’s his party.

You force a polite smile. “Um, yeah. Kinda.”

He grins. “Didn’t know Nate had a girlfriend.”

“I’m not—” You pause, cheeks flushing. “I’m not his girlfriend.”

“Right,” he drawls, like he doesn’t believe you for a second. His eyes flick down to your legs — your skirt — and you instantly want to disappear into the floorboards. “Well, I’m Jackson.”

You don’t answer fast enough, and he chuckles.

“Nate won’t care if I talk to you,” he says. “You know... since you're not dating.”

You stare at him, mouth opening — but before you can say anything, a shadow looms over both of you.

And just like that, Jackson’s face goes a little pale.

Nate steps in close. Too close.

One arm snakes around your waist and pulls you flush against him. His other hand — still holding a half-full cup — dangles casually by his side.

His body language is all calm. Relaxed, even.

But his jaw?

Locked.

His stare?

Absolutely murderous.

“Hey, Jack,” Nate says smoothly, voice low and almost… friendly.

Which is exactly what makes it terrifying.

Jackson clears his throat. “Yo, Nate. Didn’t know— I was just—”

“Didn’t know what?” Nate interrupts, tightening his arm around your waist. His hand is splayed across your hip now, his thumb brushing slow circles against your side — possessive, firm, a silent 'mine' in every motion.

Jackson blinks. “Didn’t know she was—”

“She’s with me,” Nate says, sharper now. “That not clear?”

You swallow, heart pounding.

Jackson opens and closes his mouth like a fish out of water. “Yeah. No. Totally. My bad, man.”

Nate’s smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah. It is.”

Jackson doesn’t need to be told twice. He backs off like he’s just remembered an appointment in another state and disappears into the crowd.

And Nate finally looks down at you.

“You okay?” he asks, his thumb still grazing your hip. His grip hasn’t loosened.

You nod slowly, your voice barely a whisper. “Yeah.”

His eyes flicker, scanning your face. “He say anything that pissed you off?”

You hesitate. “Just… the usual stuff. Didn’t think I was with you.”

Nate snorts. “Everyone knows now.”

You look up at him through your lashes, a small smile creeping in. “You think that was a little much?”

He leans down until his nose brushes your temple, his voice a low murmur against your skin.

“I think you wore that skirt to get me in a fight.”

Your jaw drops. “I did not!”

He grins, smug and dangerous. “If someone else comes near you tonight, I’ll break their fucking nose.”

Your whole face burns, but it’s not from embarrassment. It’s from the way he says it — like a fact, not a threat. Like he’s itching for someone to give him a reason.

You bite your lip. “You gonna do that every time someone talks to me?”

His grin widens, teeth flashing. “You want me to?”

You don’t answer.

And you don’t have to.

Because the next second, he pulls you in by the hips, cups your jaw with his free hand, and dips his head so his lips hover just shy of yours — not kissing you, just breathing you in.

Close enough to feel. Not close enough to take.

“I like you next to me, sweetheart,” he says. “Don’t wanna chase you around this party.”

Your voice comes out softer than you mean for it to. “I haven’t moved.”

He smirks. “I know.”

Because if Nate Jacobs has anything tonight — it’s you. And he’s making damn sure everyone knows it.

After Nate’s little standoff with Jackson, you kind of expect him to tell you to “stay put” again. Or maybe even walk you out. But instead, his hand finds yours — firm, warm, completely claiming — and he tugs you in closer.

“You’re sticking with me now,” he mutters, low enough for just you.

“Wasn’t I already?”

“Yeah, but now I’m not leaving you for a second.”

You blink up at him, startled by the intensity in his tone — and, okay, a little flustered. But when he tugs you forward again and wraps his arm around your waist like it’s second nature, it’s hard to think straight.

He guides you through the house like you’re the guest of honor, not just his guest. And when his teammates swarm him in the kitchen again, he doesn’t let go. Doesn’t push you away. Doesn’t tell you to hang back like some quiet afterthought.

He introduces you.

“This is her,” he tells them simply, like you’re some long-awaited answer to a question nobody asked out loud. “The one I told you about.”

A beat of silence. A few glances. Someone raises an eyebrow.

“You mean the diner girl?”

You go to correct them — waitress, actually — but Nate just grins and tugs you in tighter.

“Yeah. That one.”

“She’s cute,” someone says, immediately earning a warning glare from Nate.

“And she’s with me,” Nate replies, all teeth and threat hidden under a smirk.

After that, you become part of the circle. One of the guys throws you a Gatorade, another makes a joke about how Nate’s never had a girl around for more than an hour, and someone else actually whispers to you, “You must be magic or something,” before Nate shuts that down with a look that could freeze lava.

He’s the man of the hour, and you’re his plus one — whether anyone expected that or not.

And you? You stick close.

Not because he tells you to.

But because being close to Nate tonight feels… safe. Special. Like being let in on a secret that no one else gets.

Later, when the party finally thins out and Nate walks you to his truck, your legs are tired, your voice is hoarse, and your face hurts from smiling way more than you expected to. Nate helps you up into the passenger seat without a word, hands careful at your waist again.

It’s quiet on the drive home, but not awkward. Just… charged.

You tug at your skirt a little. He notices.

“Still riding up?” he asks, voice low.

You nod.

His hand drops down at the red light, tugging it into place again — like earlier — casual, instinctive, protective. You blush. Again.

When he pulls up in front of your house, the clock on the dash glows 12:38 AM.

“Thanks for driving me,” you say softly, reaching for the handle.

“You really are crazy for thinking I’d let you Uber.”

You giggle, then pause. “Wanna come in for a glass of water or something?”

Nate raises an eyebrow. “Water?”

You shrug. “You need hydration. MVP duties. Also so you don't die tomorrow.”

He snorts. “Alright. But only if it’s cold.”

You push open the door and lead him inside. The house is dark, quiet, not even a porch light on.

Nate steps in behind you and instantly goes tense. “Where are your parents?”

You pour him a glass. “Gone. Out of town or something. They’re usually never home.”

“So you live here alone?”

You nod. “Pretty much."

He accepts the water, but he’s staring at you like you just said "I sleep in the woods with bears."

“You lock the doors, right?” He's hoping that you'd left the door unlocked earlier only because you knew he was coming, and not that leaving your door like that was a regular ocurrence.

You hesitate.

Nate stares.

“Sometimes?” you offer weakly.

“Oh my god,” he mutters, setting the glass down without drinking. “Are you kidding?”

“What? It’s a nice neighborhood.”

“Sweetheart,” he says, stepping closer. “You’re like five feet tall, you leave your doors unlocked, and you live here alone? Do you want me to have a heart attack?”

You cross your arms, trying not to smile. “You’re being dramatic.”

“No, I’m being realistic. Anyone could just walk in here.”

“Like you did,” you tease.

He pauses.

Then takes another step toward you — close now. Warm. Towering. Present.

“Yeah. Like I did,” he says softly.

You blink up at him. For a second, it’s silent.

Then it hits you both — the house is empty. No teammates, no party noise, no parents, no nothing.

Just you.

Just Nate.

Alone.

And the way he’s looking at you now? Yeah, that’s not just a "thanks for the water" kind of stare.

That’s the "I’ve been waiting all night for this" kind.

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Fall_ Chapter 2

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I sat on the porch with a copy of Jane Eyre on my lap. It had rained heavily since noon, and now as twilight approached, it was drizzling lightly. The heat had dissolved with the rain and the air felt crisp and clean to breathe. My mother and Hunter were back from her parents, she was at the shop and Hunter was in his room playing video games with some online friends. I was re-reading Jane Eyre for the fourth time. I wanted to write an analysis essay on it as a report for my Literature class in the senior year. The more I read this book, the more stuff I found, the more I wondered about reading certain parts before, maybe I will add that to my report. 

School starts in like four days, and that thought itself made my stomach churn uncomfortably. There was nothing much to look forward to. I didn’t have many friends, unless you call acquaintances friends, people change as they move through school and more starts happening in your life, I always felt scared to get emotionally dependent on people after seeing how Nathan turned out.

I haven’t seen him since the sleepover. We don’t speak on text or call because well we live right across the street from each other, but then again ever since middle school I never know when he is home.

Nathan and I used to play together everyday after school, all through weekends and through vacations and holidays. He had stubbornly taught me to ride a bicycle without the training wheels, I taught him to build a fort using pillows and blankets in our bedrooms. He taught me to play tennis in the park, I taught him to play silly stories in our greenhouse. He would help me with math homework till grade seven, I’d complete his History assignments till sophomore year. I’d go to his house after school everyday, but his dad would push him to join the football team, hence he never was home to play with me after turning 15. I stopped going over to his place on my own accord, and he came whenever he had some time to spare.

As if on that note, Nathan’s car pulls up in his driveway and he gets out. He spots me sitting on the porch and waves at me, I wave back. He signs if he can come over, I give him a thumbs down, he crosses the street over to our front yard.

“Are you reading that book again?” He says as he comes and sits beside me, sprawling his long legs in front of him.

“Yes, I’m thinking of writing a report on it for my literature class.” I said.

“Why would you think of school work now? School doesn’t even start until Monday and almost nothing happens in the first week anyway.” He said, scooting closer.

“I don’t have much to do apart from reading so…” I said, picking on the skin on my thumb.

“Show me your fingers.” Nathan said, as I curled my hands in a fist.

“Why?” I asked, knowing the answer already.

“Give me your hand.” He said.

“But why?” I asked again.

“Come on, show me your nails.” He said, opening up his palm.

“Look at your own nails.” I said, and looked at the trees in our front yard. Nathan was quiet, his hand still extended, I didn’t look at him.

“Okay don’t.” He said, and put his hand away.

I looked at the sky, it was a wonderful shade of grey and the breeze felt cool and misty, my hoodie felt cozy even though I was wearing a pair of cotton shorts underneath.

“Stop doing that.” Nathan said.

“What?” I asked, looking at him, as he imitated me chewing my bottom lip and it immediately made me cringe.

“Please don’t imitate me.” I said.

“Why?” He asked, doing it again.

“Its cringey.” I said, not looking at him.

“But what?” He asked again.

“Ahh… stop it Nathan.” I said, pulling on his ear.

“Ow ow… let it go. I won’t do it.” He said laughing, as his ear turned red.

I liked hanging out with Nathan like this. He’d come over sometimes like this when I sat at my porch and he had time to spare in between his football practice and the next party. No one would think Nate Jacobs would be funny and imitate someone, or know about Jane Eyre or be worried about someone biting nails. I doubt he’d laugh if someone pulled his ear like that, the thought made me shiver.

“You’re so smaller than me.” He said, taking my hand from my side.

“No, you’re just huge.” I said, as I watched him looking at my bitten nails and torn skin on my fingers.

“I know, but you seem like this small huggable soft toy.” He said smiling at me and gently rubbing his thumb on my fingers.

“Your girlfriends were shorter than you too.” I said under my breath, but it was loud enough for him to hear it.

“Why? You jealous?” He said.

“No, why would I be?” I said, not pulling my hand away.

“Because you have never had a girlfriend.” He said grinning at me.

“Why would I have a girlfriend?” I said, feeling annoyed at his grin now.

“So you do have a boyfriend?” He said, raising an eyebrow and smirking.

“No I don’t. Weren’t you the popular one in school, you’d probably know if I had one.” I told him.

“So no one?” He said, cradling the hand held to his chest.

“Nope.” I said, not looking at him.

“Nice.” He said, now hugging my arm.

“I know.” I said, looking at the sky again, sitting awkwardly with Nathan hugging one my hands close to his huge body.

He finally scooted closer to me, our thighs and bodies touching, and he was looking at my nails again. I tried not to pull my hand away, not that I’d be able to. He looked at the thumb on my right hand and clicked his tongue.

“Do you chew the skin away too or pick at them? Either way, why do you do this?” He said, closing my fingers in fist.

“I don’t know, it just happens subconsciously, and when I stop that’s already happened.” I say, shrugging my shoulders as a small frown etched his brow.

“Does it not hurt?” He asked.

“Yes it does.” I said, gently taking my hand away. Nathan’s hands were cold, like always. He always had cold hands and feet despite the weather and mine were always warm.

“So, your boyfriend is a NYU student huh?” He asked, nudging my shoulder.

“No, my deceased father was a NYU professor. Read the year too.” I said, and Nathan stopped laughing.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He said.

“Its okay. Most of them are mum’s but I stole this one. I like wearing dad’s hoodies, they are extra comfy.” I said, pulling up the sleeves to cover my arms.

“You can take some of mine. The old ones don’t fit me so you can have them.” He said and I nodded.

The sky had turned purple as sunset approached, the air was now a bit chilly, it would soon be Autumn and then winters and all will feel quiet, still and beautiful. It would be a period of recuperation and I would rest with the cycle of the season too and do things I love.

“Its almost time for tea. Do you want some?” I asked Nathan.

“No, but I’d like your company.” He said and stood up to follow me inside.

I took out my phone to text Hunter, he probably wouldn’t hear me over the yelling and noise of his game.

Me: お茶？ (Tea?)

Hunter: オレンジジュースを買ってきました。ありがとう、お姉さん。 (Got some orange juice. Thank you elder sister.)

Me: わかった。言わないで。 (Alright. Mention not.)

“Your brother and you speak in Japanese on text too?” Nathan said, quite obviously peeking into my phone over my shoulder. You cannot be subtle for someone with his stature. 

“Stop looking into my phone Nathan.” I said, keeping my phone in my pocket and setting the water to boil in the kettle.

“Okay.” Nathan said, and watched me make tea.

He stayed till I had finished having the tea I made. He didn’t drink any, but he didn’t say no to the cheesecake I offered. He left when he got a call, saying he’ll come around later. I went back to reading Jane Eyre. 

My mother wouldn’t be back before nine, I’d probably have to make dinner again today, not that I mind. I could choose what to eat if I’m making dinner.

I felt glad that Nathan or anyone from his year wouldn’t be in school this year. It felt suffocating to see all of them all at once. I’d see some of them coming by his place most of the time, Nathan being loud and rough with everyone. It made me feel scared of him most of the time even though he would still be gentle and sweet in front of me. It made me doubt if I should trust him at all with everything I heard about him in school, and I was sure that if anyone found out we were friends then I would also become one of the genre of rumors that revolved around him.

Nathan changed drastically as he went on to play football. He liked it, it was obvious but the company that came with it, the popularity that followed changed him as a person. He made this completely different persona of him that felt like a stranger to me. Hence, I avoided him in school and I think he was okay with it. It was dangerous to be close to him and the drama that followed him all the time.

Lexi Howard’s play last year must have hit a sore spot in him somewhere too. I mean his toxic masculinity did seem forced and unnecessary most of the time even though I never expressed anything regarding it to him, that persona of Nathan never ever came out in front of me.But I knew that that play had brought out a kind of introspection in him. 

Nathan read books this summer, he was home before dinner every single day, he didn’t seem hungover most mornings, he didn’t come home with some random girl and he didn’t drive back home drunk and half naked on Saturday mornings. Nathan was a completely different person than last year. Nate Jacobs was suffocating, a violent heathen that didn’t think twice before destroying someone physically, he had not even an ounce of remorse for anyone while Nathan was my sweet childhood friend, who promised to come over after dinner to give me his hoodies to wear as pajamas.

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NATE JACOBS EUPHORIA (1.02)

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ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっPossessive & Jealous - Nate Jacobs x Male Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Plot: Nate doesn't wanna go public with your relationship, but he still gets possessive and jealous when guys flirt with you NOT A YANDERE FIC!! (;¬_¬)

Featuring: Top!Nate x Bottom!Reader

Warnings: Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI

Nate was pissed. And that's putting it nicely. Nate was fucking seething at what he was watching. The small giggles he could hear, the hand on your shoulder, and that fucking look in your eye; it all just made his anger boil over more and more. The taller man was staring daggers at the scene before him; some loser was really laying it on thick, flirting with what was Nate's. That being you. You belonged to the quarterback, even if no one actually knew it.

Your conversation with your hot classmate was interrupted by your 'boyfriend'. Nate's rough hand gripped your shoulder with a little more force than necessary; he was clearly trying to make a point. His face was as douche-y as ever, his jaw sharp enough to cut, his eyes seductive, and a barely noticeable smirk on his lips. Few words were exchanged, a small 'hey' and some stupid excuse about needing to talk to you alone - but you could understand the subtext; Nate was pissed, as he so often was. As the two of you walked through the emptying corridors, you studied Nate, to guess what exactly you were in for. You walked behind the taller man, taking in his broad, tall figure; Nate was the star quarterback of your college, it made sense that his shoulders were wide and his back was muscular. His arms were built too, swaying slightly as he walked in front of you, his walk masculine and effortlessly dominant - damn, even though you were already getting annoyed at the man, you couldn't help but be very, very attracted to him.

After what felt like hours of awkward silence, the two of you finally reached wherever Nate wanted to take you. The boy's locker room; dirty as always, but quiet for once, the final bell having rang a good while ago. Immediately, you were backed up against a wall; the cool tiles of the locker room against your skin as you stared up into Nate's dark eyes, waiting for him to say something. The taller man looked you over in silence for a moment, his hands in his pockets and his jaw obviously clenched, his demeanour trying to stay cool; but you know him too well for his act to work on you.

"The fuck you think you're doin' letting that dick woo you 'n shit?" Nate spits out, his tone not obviously angry but rather spiteful

"Huh? He wasn't- Even if he were flirting with me, why's it my responsibility to stop him?" You rebuttal. Nate's jealousy was annoying, but you have to admit that you like it when he gets like this; you like pushing his buttons even more.

"Probably 'cause you're my fucking... 'cause you're mine." Nate hesitates, anger starting to seep through via the sound of his voice and his actions; his hands darting out from his pockets to make a 'what' gesture.

"Hm hm! You can't even bring yourself to call me your boyfriend! You're the one who wanted whatever this is to never go public, Nate." You say with a chuckle, emphasizing your situation by gesturing circles with your finger. "So don't get all pissy with me 'cause some guy is flirting with someone who's single in everyone's eyes!" You bark back at your boyfriend, your words calculated and shooting to kill.

"Stop being such a bitch, [Name]." Nate scowls, his eyes fixated on yours. He's back to his cool and collected self; not a good sign.

"Make. Me." You scowl back.

Without a second thought, Nate had already darted towards you; his hand grabbing your cheeks and forcing your face towards his, Nate's other hand resting on the wall above you in a fist. It was a blur, that's how fast the livid man was moving. Within milliseconds, Nate's lips were crashing against your own; his manly, rough hand squishing your cheeks to force your lips apart for him to explore your mouth with his tongue. The quarterback knew you like the back of his hand, his tongue toying with yours in a familiar rhythm, his other hand sliding down the wall to grab your waist; pulling your smaller frame into his massive, built body. Instinctively, your hands slide up Nate's body, feeling up the peaks and valleys of the jock's muscular abs and chest, then settling for gripping one hand on his shirt and another on his buff shoulder as you return the kiss. He must've just finished practice, his shirt damp with sweat and sticking to his bulging muscles. The steamy make-out session seemed to last forever; Nate's lips constantly pushed against your own, and his tongue practically colonised your mouth. But finally, the brunette broke away from you, his face just an inch away from yours as his rugged and uneven panting bounced off of your lips. Fuck. Nate looked so hot. You kept your eyes locked on his, looking up at your boyfriend expectantly as you waited for him to make another move. But Nate had other plans.

Abruptly, the close feeling of Nate's sweaty, jacked body on yours was gone - replaced by the cold, humid air of the locker room. You watched as Nate walked over to the shower cubicles, not moving to follow along.

"You fuckin' coming or what?" Nate probes as he turns to face you but keeps walking backwards into the cubicle; his poker face still in full effect, hiding the scorching anger and possessiveness beneath the surface.

With a roll of your eyes, you follow your boyfriend into the cubicle; shamelessly eyeing him up as he strips his varsity t-shirt off with one hand, his muscles flexing erotically. You follow suit and take off your top, but your hand is halted to a stop by your boyfriend's grip when you reach for your pants. You roll your eyes once more at Nate's childish behaviour but let him do what he wants; resulting in you being backed up once again against the shower door, Nate sliding down your pants and feeling up your thick thighs and ass. The two of you are back to making out, only that this time you're both naked - Nate gripping and kneading your asscheeks like dough, his large, rough hands juxtaposed against the smooth skin of your body. His tongue toyed with yours as small moans escaped your throat and were swallowed by Nate; his ego swelling up subconsciously, knowing that just kissing you is getting those sounds out of you. Wrapping your arms around your boyfriend's thick neck, your breath hitches in your throat at Nate's sudden lifting of your body - his strong arms holding your thighs up, your body squished between the shower cubicle and his buff body, Nate resting you on the hip so that he could grind into you as he kept passionately kissing you. Your arms tighten around Nate's neck, peaking down at him as your mouth continues to be dominated by the quarterback; your boner very obviously rubbing up on your boyfriend's six-pack as you let your body be taken over by excitement and lust.

Nate finally breaks the kiss. Forcing his lips away from yours and taking in the sight before him - his hot boyfriend panting like a dog in heat just from kissing him, a string of thick spit connecting your lips you his, and your face flushed light pink while your eyes glaze over lightly with tears and lust. You let out a whine as Nate starts to kiss your neck. Targeting the spots that he knows make your mind go numb, that will make you let out the noises Nate jerks off to. Mewl after whine leaves your lips, quiet but definitely there; the sounds you make and the way you move your head and contort your face, it's all so fucking hot to Nate. You can feel as the well-endowed man goes from gentle grinds of his dick to full-on dry-humping you - the feeling of his huge dick poking against your ass, it's one that you're now able to recognize within a second.

"You want this dick? Want me to fuck you right now? Stop being such a little bitch 'n I'll fuck you good, babe" Nate lightly grunts out against your skin as he continues to gently mark you.

"Ha ha... Seems like you want it more than me, sweetheart~" you tease

"You're so fucking difficult" Nate mumbles, making a point to bite your collarbone a little harder

"H-ah! -You fucking love it" you grunt out, the (pleasurable) bite interrupting what was meant to be a quick-witted reply.

After a little more foreplay, Nate's patience had finally worn thin; his dick was about to explode from how pent-up he was. So once Nate was satisfied with the state of your upper body (that being: your neck, shoulders and nipples being covered in hickeys and bite marks), he made his move. Nate manhandled into somehow only holding you up with one of his arms (holy shit this man is scary strong) and began undoing his pants with his free hand; dropping his draws as quickly yet as effortlessly as he could. With his Calvin Klein's and jeans around his ankles, Nate slipped a condom on easily and lined his 8-inch monster up to your hole; his tip pressing against your entrance, a feeling all too familiar to the both of you - you two fuck like it's a hobby! With no warning at all, in a jealous attempt at getting you back for being a flirt, Nate thrust his hips up into yours; his dick forcing all the way inside of you. Thank god that condoms come pre-lubed - 'cause HOLY SHIT THAT HURT. You yelp in pain and instinctively bite your boyfriend's muscular shoulder; stifling your moans of pleasure and trying to distract from the pain. Your eyes immediately flushed red, glazing over with tears as the sting of Nate's girthy, long dick pried your walls apart. Even with the condom on, you could still clearly feel Nate's veins, his dick pushing against your walls so snuggly that without even trying, the man was pressing against your prostate already. Your hands gripped the brunette's biceps harshly, your fingers digging into his skin as you try to register the intense feelings of pain and pleasure combining and co-attacking your brain. But you don't have very long to try and get used to your boyfriend's absolute weapon, 'cause he can only be so nice - thirty seconds of holding back is more than enough! He's still fucking seething mind you! Nate's jealousy is only getting grander, rather than lessening at the feeling of fucking you; he felt even more possessive, even more jealous, like a wild animal resource guarding what his.

Moans escape your throat involuntarily. Groans, pants, and whines getting forced out of your throat from the sheer impact of Nate's hips against your ass. Your legs tighten around your boyfriend's small yet muscular waist, your arms having moved from gripping Nate's arms back to wrapping around his neck; visible scratch marks forming all over the jock's massive, buff back. Nate's one arm is holding you up against the shower cubicle as his other hand is slammed against the door above your head; his fucking massive, rough, sweaty palm against the cold plastic cubicle door being the only thing kind of grounding the sex-crazed version of Nate in the moment. As his dick thrusts in and out of your tight, warm hole, Nate keeps mumbling different mantras to himself; nursing his bruised ego, the only thing he can think about is being you with other guys. A carousel of 'mine... all mine, mine, mine', '[Name]...', and 'fuckin' belong t'me' being on loop as your boyfriend fucks you like a mad man. The few moments of silence Nate did have were due to him going back to marking up your body as he continues to fuck you silly. His strong, sharp incisors pressing against your soft neck; sometimes much too harshly.

"Fuck! NATE you're biting too hard!" You shout, pissed off at the man. But your anger doesn't last very long, it can't when your boyfriend's thick dick is assaulting your prostate every other second; sending insane waves of pleasure through your core, and most importantly: your dick.

Your legs dangled on either side of Nate's waist; feet bouncing in rhythm with each one of the quarterback's hard thrusts. You didn't even have to hold yourself up anymore (not that you even could from the fucking you were getting), Nate's arms were able to hold your weight easily, and you were also literally squished up between the wall and Nate's sweaty, ripped body. You could feel Nate getting closer to orgasm, his usual tells showing up like usual; his eyes forcing shut as he focused on keeping his pace, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, his kisses getting softer and softer, despite his pace getting rougher and rougher. Finally, Nate was pushed over the edge - or more so he was fucking lobbed over the edge from the intensity of his orgasm. The brunette was moaning louder than usual, your name falling off of his tongue more than normal, amongst his usual 'fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck's. You weren't too far behind, between Nate's constant pounding into your prostate and the fucking HOT sight before you, it didn't take you more than a minute to follow suit and shoot your load onto your chest and Nate's. That man always made you cum untouched. He had the skills but it was mostly the way Nate looked that pushed you over the edge most of the time; c'mon, he always looked so hot fucking you like his life depended on it! And this time it was no different! His muscles gleaming with a sheen of sweat, Nate's arm flexing as he continued to hold himself up, his damp armpit hair showing ever so slightly; he just always looked so fucking manly, Nate really was your ideal guy...

"Haaa... Haa.... See? Don't need dick from any other guy- haaa- so stop being such a tease and fucking stop flirting with other guys" Nate grunted out. His voice rugged, panting as he tried to regain his breath.

"hngggg.... fuck~ I wasn't flirting! I'll tell guys to back off when you tell them that I'm your boyfriend" you retort, your breath still uneven and pleasure still tingling throughout your body.

Nate chuckles and looks into your eyes for a moment. You can tell he's thinking, something he rarely fucking does, but you don't know what thoughts are running through his head exactly. But here's a little snipped:

'Fuck I love him so much... FUCK WHY DO I LOVE HIM'

'He's mine. My boyfriend. Don't give a fuck about what people think'

'Shit... I do care what others think'

'Fuck it.'

'No'

'Yes'

'No'

'YES'

"Fine... Whatever you want, gorgeous~" Nate mumbles with the smallest smirk, and then leans down to give you a peck on the lips.

You smile back at him, hands gently cupping his face, and whisper a soft 'good'.

Bonus:

Nate's room was like your second home. You were there every other day, either sleeping 'round or just to hang out for a bit. Contrary to popular belief, your relationship with Nate wasn't all sex! You two did have a pretty wholesome relationship! It's just that you both loved having sex with each other as well, so most of the time something sexual was bound to happen.

Like any other day, you were in Nate's room. Your hunk of a boyfriend at his desk playing whatever fps he was into at the moment, and you on his bed scrolling mindlessly. Finally having had enough of your phone, you make your way over to Nate, wanting some attention as always. You rest your arms around his neck and hug your boyfriend from behind, head resting against his shoulder as you mumble an 'I'm bored' into his ear. You watch as Nate finishes his round, his long fingers gliding over the controller; why the fuck was it turning you one...?! Once he's put his game away, Nate takes your hand and has you stand between his legs, looking up at you from his gaming chair with a soft, very small smile.

"What's up?" he asks.

Your hands instinctively cup your boyfriend's cheeks. His sharp jaw resting in your palms as he closes his eyes. You admire the man in front of you, his messy hair, his attractive features, but mostly how different he's become since you met him; he's so much kinder, less hurt than he seemed before.

"Just wanted some attention" you mumble, biting your bottom lip ever so slightly as you keep admiring Nate.

"Well... Depends what kind of attention ya want~" Nate teases, his typical horny smirk plastering across his face as his big, manly hands slide up the back of your thighs and reach your ass. Nate gently holds your plump cheeks in his rough hands, gently squeezing as he looks up at you expectantly.

"What did you have in mind, baby?" You playfully respond, knowing that the pet name had an effect on your boyfriend.

Nate pats his lap and gestures for you to sit, which you do. His hands keep cupping your ass as Nate's lips make their way to yours; soft kisses, the kind that really make you feel at ease. Nate slips his fingers under your waistband and slowly slides your shorts and underwear under your cheeks; gripping them softly and spreading them as he continues to softly kiss you. Bringing a hand up to your face, Nate gestures at you to suck on them; doing this by obscenely poking his cheek with his tongue as he smiles with his eyes. You do as you're told, too lazy to put up your usual battiness.

After a brief moment of sucking on your boyfriend's two fingers as if they were his cock, Nate takes them out of your mouth and brings them back down to your hole. It's a feeling you're used to; one that you particularly enjoy. Hey! Nate's good with his fingers, what can ya do? As the two of you continue your previous kiss, Nate's fingers slowly push past your rim; your tight hole accepting them with ease. Knuckle deep, Nate reaches your prostate immediately, causing you to break the kiss and let out a small, quiet moan. Nate chuckles as you rest your head on his shoulder, gripping onto his sweatshirt as the quarterback continues to work your prostate to perfection; drawing out muffled moans and whimpers despite your best efforts to hold them in.

Just as things were getting good, your dick twitching against Nate's abs as the man milks your prostate, you hear the door to his room open... Nate's dad walks in, acting like nothing was going on; because he couldn't see Nate's finger's knuckle deep inside of you. All that poor man could see was his son's boyfriend hugging his son in his lap - perfectly normal! Nate tries to play it cool but scrambles to get his dad out of his room as you try not to move; wanting to die the whole time. But as soon as Nate's dad left the room, that delayed orgasm hit you like a brick wall~

[s9fti3]

‘I can fix him!!’

Him in question;

[deliriousgrl-writes]

Riding nate in his room after a football game would be insane

YES especially if he was in a bad mood 👀

secret//nate jacobs x fem reader

cw: emotional abuse, male anatomy described, female anatomy described, secret relationship, unprotected p in v, degradation, fem reader tries to top for the first time, riding nate because he’s sad or mad or whatever’s going on in his pretty head, he’s rlly mean tbh, doesn’t matter because you’re obsessed with him and he is with you

you knew better than to try and open your mouth right now. nate was silent as he drove down the dark streets of your town, his jaw clenched and his big hand gripping the steering wheel hard.

you were nate’s secret, you knew that, and it hurt more than ever tonight. you had been watching him in the bleachers during his game, the stands crowded and loud. your eyes were on him the whole time, number eighteen and his tall form a force on the manicured green grass. everything was going well, nate was one of the greatest assets on the high school football team, usually being the one who won the games. but tonight had turned out different, nate had seemed distracted before the game, though you weren’t able to speak with him before the game had started to try and find out why. you had saw something different in his brown eyes, his usual pride and confidence missing as he set foot on the field.

east highland was winning, and you were smiling and happy, cheering with the rest of your peers and everyone on the bleachers. everything was going as great as it always did when you watched nate play football, the scoreboard letting everyone know that the team was going to remain undefeated. your eyes focused on nate, watching as one of his teammates threw him the ball, but instead of running, nate’s tall form stayed put. you weren’t sure what was going on with him, or where his dark eyes were looking, but he froze. it happened so fast from where you were seated in real time, but as you sat, wondering why nate wasn’t running to go ahead and win the game, time seemed slower. your heart began to beat faster, your brows pinched together, and before you knew it someone on the other team was knocking nate’s tall body backwards on the field. your eyes widened, standing up on the metal bleachers, worry ringing through you. you wished more than anything that you could run over to him, wanting to be beside him but were forced to watch as his teammates, coach, referee, and medic crowded around him on the bright grass of the field. you couldn’t be with him, because nate wouldn’t want it, he wished to keep you far away in his day to day life. out of sight from everyone. his secret.

you were still stinging with worry as he finally got up, his coach and the ref holding his tall body up, nate’s face looking down at the ground like he didn’t want anyone to see him. they pulled him off the field, away from your view while you were forced to watch the rest of the game. his team won, but you didn’t care, just yearning to be wherever he was.

nate usually spent time with you after games, after he was paraded around with his teammates, accepting cheers and smiles. you knew where you needed to wait after games, somewhere in the dark and away from any prying eyes, where nate’s silver truck would pull up and you’d have to struggle to jump in. so you waited, watching as vehicles drove out of the parking lot, people leaving and the bright lights of the field shutting off. you wrapped your arms around yourself, wondering how long it would take him to finally show up, wondering if he was in pain or was being taken to the hospital or something.

but he finally showed up, and that’s why you found yourself in the uncomfortable silence as he drove you to his house. you wanted to say something, all the words on the tip of your tongue, but if you said them you figured nate would only get angry, taking all his frustration out on you instead of himself. he would probably accuse you of thinking he was weak or something, a retaliation due to his own insecurities. he’d been seeing you in secret for about seven months at that point and you’d learned enough about him to know how seriously he took himself, how much he beat himself up for being any less than the man he wanted himself to be. who he pretended to be. it was his ego and more than ever, watching his tense body drive in the dark, his ego was bruised.

once nate finally pulled up to his large family home, you jumped when he got out, him slamming the drivers side door of his big truck with force. you winced slightly, your body on high alert when instead of opening your door for you and helping you get out like he usually did, he quickly jogged up to his front door. when you finally worked up the courage to make it out of his truck and into his house, you slowly walked up the staircase, your eyes scanning around the jacob’s family portraits, younger versions of nate making your stomach twist. his bedroom door was closed and you slowly turned the knob, walking into his tidy space, the smell of his room a small comfort to you. the sound of the shower running could be heard from behind his bathroom door, and you went to sit down on his bed, your heart racing as you wondered what kind of mood he would be in once he was in your presence again.

you’d seen how angry nate could be, how much his face would change and how his deep voice sounded when he screamed. he had scared you more than once during the past seven months but you cared too much to walk away. finding yourself clinging to him no matter how fucked up the situation he put you in was. it felt as if you were helpless without him, nate made sure of it, making sure that you had no one close in your life but him. even your relationship with your family was strained now, spending any ounce of free time you had with nate, one of his main rules for you. and you did what he said everytime, everything he wished. after all, you just wanted him. only him.

your eyes darted to the bathroom door once he walked out, seeing his tall, lean muscular body in only some tight black boxers, watching as he moved around his dimly lit room. a lump was in your throat, his hands pulling out some clothes out of his wardrobe, his broad shoulders tense. you shifted nervously on his bed, his soft duvet under the exposed skin of your legs under your dress. nate liked when you wore feminine things like dresses and skirts, and you quickly changed your preferences to meet his, always wanting him to enjoy the way you looked even if you were uncomfortable.

he finally sat on the edge of the bed and your eyes stayed on him from where you sat near his pillows. you could hear his deep breathing, his slightly tanned, muscular upper body on display. the clothes he’d just dragged out of his wardrobe were piled beside him at the end of the bed but he made no move to put them on. your heart started to race as he put his head in his hands, him not making a sound but obviously showing signs of distress. “nate?” you whispered, anxiety in your limbs.

you could see him take a breath before he spoke, his deep voice low. “what?”

his reply was a bit muffled in his large hands still covering his face and you found yourself feeling bad for him. you knew that he was beating himself up because of the mishap at his game and you wished that he wouldn’t, your heart clenching in your chest. you let out a soft breath before moving on the bed behind him, your fingers a little shaky as you hesitantly placed them on his broad shoulders. his muscles tensed beneath your fingers and he pulled his hands down from his face, his elbows still resting on his thighs as he turned his head a little to look at you before you spoke. “are you-”

he cut you off before you could finish your sentence, his brows furrowing a little. “don’t even start,” he interrupted, his jaw clenching as he narrowed his dark eyes at you. it was as if he didn’t want you to try and comfort him at all, to just ignore how he was feeling and what had happened during his game. it made you upset, though you would never say so, not wanting to make him angry. you bit your lip as he turned away from you again, your hands still placed on his shoulders. you knew he didn’t wish to talk about how he felt but you also wanted to do anything you could to make him feel better. to ease his stress and try to turn him back into the nate you usually knew, the one who kept you hidden from his world but would also be the kindest, most doting boy you’d ever met. the boy who’d secretly left sweet notes in your locker, the boy who would pull you into dark corners in the high school you both attended to flirt with you and make you blush uncontrollably. of course nate could be rough during sex with you, but you didn’t mind, you liked it, one of the things nate made you realize about yourself. no matter how hard he would push you, no matter how rough, he would wrap you in his arms afterwards and praise you. kiss you all over and make you believe that he really saw you as all the good things he said he did. that you really were so good for him. so you decided to make him feel better the only way he would allow you to, taking the lead for the first time since he’d been sneaking around with you.

you closed your eyes for a second before you started, still feeling the lump in your throat and anticipating a bad reaction as you started to press your lips to his shoulders from behind. you did it over and over, gentle and soft, feeling his hot, freshly showered skin beneath your lips and smelling the delicious smell of his body wash in your nostrils. you rubbed your hands down his toned back, still pressing kisses to his skin. you finally felt him start to relax though he didn’t turn to look at you just yet, making you still feel weary as you continued. you were nervous to even be doing this, nate was always the one who initiated, always the one who kissed or touched you first, but you kept going, starting to feel yourself ache for him as you ran your hands over the muscles of his back.

you were on your knees behind him now, sitting up a bit as you leaned your head over beside his own, pressing your lips to his neck. you closed your eyes, your small fingers climbing up his back to his shoulders before traveling down to his collar bones. you were enjoying how warm and strong he felt beneath your fingertips, how heavenly he smelled as you slowly kissed the side of his neck all over. your eyes widened when he suddenly got up, making you fall back a little on his mattress, meeting his dark gaze as he peered down at you. you felt scared for a moment, wondering if his mood still hadn’t shifted from feeling your lips on his skin, but it quickly dissipated some as he leaned down and crawled over you. his strong arms were on either side of your head as he hovered over you smaller body, his face only inches from your own and you felt his hot minty breath over your skin. you didn’t wait for him to speak or move, you wanted to be the one who made him feel good, you wanted to make him feel all the things he was always making you feel. so you reach your hands up and cupped both his cheeks beneath your palms, pulling his head down a little as you finally crashed your lips onto his. nate reciprocated the kiss, thankfully for you, and you pulled him down lower, wrapping your arms around his neck to get closer. he pressed his body against you, his body heat making your stomach swirl and you could already feel how hard he was in his tight boxers, his tip poking into your leg. nate’s breathing was getting faster as you moved your lips over his, your fingers going to tangle in his damp, short hair.

nate was always making you feel high off him, the way his hands touched you or his lips tasted making your brain go fuzzy and your heart pound. you moaned into his mouth when he pressed his hardness into you, making him bring his hands down and grip your hips, pushing you hard against his bed. a fire was building inside of you as he dug his fingers through the soft material of your dress and into your hips, his mouth beginning to move a little more hungrily over your own.

you wanted him to forget about how the game went, forget about all the stress he was under, forget about anything but the way you felt in his hands and how your body craved his own. and it seemed to be working. he wrapped his strong arms around your waist and lifted your body up a bit, forcing you to sit in his lap, your thighs on either side of his hips. you could feel his cock pushing through his boxers against you, your dress concealing it but his hardness was pressed against your panties. it made your stomach burn and your body ache, knowing that he wanted you. you were still kissing him, your hands still in his hair as his own large hands ran up and down your sides. he pulled away, though his teeth caught your bottom lip, tugging it a bit before releasing it, making your breathing hitch. “what do you want?” he mumbled, his voice low and a bit breathless.

your face was already contorted into a needy expression, your head above his as his hands roamed over your body, his fingers squeezing a little as he gripped your ass through your dress. “to make y-you feel better,” you finally whined, his fingers digging into your bottom more. he nodded his head, looking up at you with his dark eyes, a sight that made you feel weak and like his prey.

“you wanna make me feel better? then let me use your tight fucking pussy,” he barked, moving his hand up to quickly grab a handful of your hair and tug your face down lower so that he was looking down at you. you whined, the painful sting of him pulling your hair versus how much pleasure you got from his cock still pressing up against your panties making you grow even wetter and achy. “say yes,” he commanded, narrowing his lustful gaze on you.

“yes,” you whined, nodding your head over and over. he pulled your face up to his again with your hair in his fingers, crashing his lips onto yours forcibly. his tongue traced between you lips, the taste of his toothpaste still on his wet tongue and making you whimper into his mouth. he released your hair, his hands moving to your hips and pulling you on top of his muscular body, his head hitting his pillows as he kept kissing you. you were straddling him, already lost in pleasure because of how intoxicating it felt to be wanted by him, a sensation you were always chasing it seemed. he pulled away, his breathing heavy as you stared down at him from above with wide, desperate eyes. he bucked his hips up, making you gasp in pleasure from feeling his clothed cock against your soaking core that rested in your panties still.

“you’re so fucking worked up already,” he taunted, “such a slut for me. already begging me to use your cunt.” his deep voice and degrading comments only made you ache more, already ready to start begging like he always made you. “i can feel how fucking soaked you are, even through my underwear. leaking all over my cock like a needy whore,” he smirked, shaking his head, “you like it, don’t you? letting me feel how much your pussy aches for me? i bet you want me to touch you right now and feel it? you want that, don’t you?”

you bit your lip, nodding and feeling him buck his hips up into you again, making you release your lip and moan. “don’t nod, say it. say, ‘i want you to feel how wet my pussy is for you.’ say it.”

he always made you say filthy things like this, but it turned you on so much. you really were needy for him, he could use you as he wished, however he saw fit and you wouldn’t complain. oh, how lost in him you really were. “i-i want you to feel… i want you to feel how wet m-my pussy is for y-you,” you stumbled out, your heat growing wetter as you said what he wanted you to say. he nodded, bringing his large hand up and cupping your cheek, his palm warm as he rubbed your face with his thumb.

“exactly. i know how much you want me,” he purred, his eyes peering into yours, “how much you want me to just fuck you until your fucking screaming. you know only i can make you feel that way right?” you nodded, actually agreeing with him. “now do what you said you’d do. make me feel better and take off your pretty little dress for me like a good slut.”

you immediately started ripping off your dress, so eager for him to touch your bare skin. you finally pulled it off your head, throwing it somewhere in his tidy room, leaving you in only your matching baby blue bra and panties. nate let out a breath, taking both his hands and starting to tease you with his fingers, tickling your skin as he started moving his fingertips up your thighs, over your hips and sides, before stopping as he got to your shoulders. your body twitched and squirmed on top of him as he did so, and you knew he enjoyed it. he liked teasing you until you were desperate for him, until you couldn’t take anymore. he smirked as he watched you shiver when he started pulling down your bra straps, his feather light touches making you squirm on top of his hard cock that pressed through his boxers.

nate pulled down your bra straps all the way, the cups of your bra releasing your breasts, your chest heaving, making them rise and fall, up and down as you stayed on top of him. “look at these tits,” he whispered, his deep voice still low, “your nipples are hard already. you want me to touch them, don’t you? yeah, i think that’d make me feel a lot better. you want me to feel better, right?”

“yes,” you whimpered, feeling his fingertips trace around them, the skin under your breasts and above them on your chest. you bit your lip, taking a breath when he finally started to fondle you. his big hands were warm on your skin, goosebumps raising all over your trembling body. the skin of his palms pressed against your sensitive nipples, making you let out a sharp gasp and choking you up. you looked down at him, his dark eyes directly on your face, an evil smirk on his lips.

“god you’re such a whore,” nate smirked, still keeping his voice quiet, “i can feel you getting wetter, you know? you like how my hands feel on these pretty tits, don’t you?” you nodded, already feeling overstimulated from his touch until he squeezed your breasts harder, his fingers dipping into your skin until it almost hurt. you let out a muffled cry, your voice choking from how worked up you were getting, from how turned on you already were. you’d do anything he said, let him touch you as he wished, tease you until he saw fit to give in. you let him be selfish, you knew that part of him would never change.

after his tight squeeze with his warm hands, he finally reach around your trembled form to unhook your bra, the blue material falling down over his abs beneath you. he grabbed it quickly and threw it somewhere in his clean room. “now,” he breathed out, almost rolling his eyes at you from how much you trembled and squirmed on top of him, knowing he could be rude to you right now because you didn’t care how he treated you in moments like this, because you secretly liked it, “you’re going to be a good girl for me and you’re going to take off those panties and you’re going to take my cock and ride me till i cum, okay? that would make me feel so much better.”

your needy face looked down at him, his fingers hooking into your cotton panties and teasing the skin on your hips, his eyes narrowing on you a bit and waiting for your submission. you’d never been on top of him before, never rode him. but he was asking you to, and he did say it’d make him feel better. you couldn’t help but whisper a soft, ‘okay’ and move off of his tall body for a moment, giving in despite your nerves. you slipped off the edge of his bed, standing there, feeling exposed with his gaze all over your body. you started to take your underwear off but he quickly stopped you as soon as you started, his voice sounding annoyed as he spoke. “turn around and let me see you bend over as you take them off,” his deep voice instructed you, a tinge of annoyance still evident in his tone, “go on.”

you bit your lip as you obeyed him, turning around and bending over slowly as you slipped your soaked blue panties off your body. they hit the ground and you stepped out of them, swallowing before you turned around. your heart started racing once you saw him, his own underwear off now and his thick, long cock in his hand. he rolled his brown eyes when you didn’t automatically step over and get back on the bed, annoyed that you just stood there and looked at his hardness. “do what i told you to do,” he sighed, his brows pinching together as he heard your soft rapid breaths, “i told you what would make me feel better, now do it.”

you nodded and crawled back on top of his tall, muscular body, the both of you now naked. you felt his cock from beneath you, your wetness resting on top of it and making your body heat up and your pussy ache painfully. his hands were digging into your hips, his nails painfully sticking into you as he waited impatiently. “stick it in you,” he gritted out, narrowing his eyes up at you again, “i know you don’t need any fucking time for foreplay. you’re practically dripping on my cock right now. so do what you want. you’re greedy like that, aren’t you? maybe you don’t even care how i feel or want me to feel better, maybe you just want to be a greedy slut and feel my cock inside you…”

“no,” you blurted out, blinking down at him as you shook your head, “i-i want you to feel better, nate. i want to do whatever you say that will help you right now.”

nate bit back a smirk at your words, looking up at the ceiling like he was trying not to laugh at you. he was cruel like that, but something about how his actions degraded you, only made you want him more. always wanting to please him. “okay,” he finally said, his dark eye boring into you, “then stop leaking all over me like a needy slut and actually take me.”

you quickly reach your hand down, lifting up on top of him a bit with your legs. your fingers wrapped around his large size and quickly pulled it up to your entrance, letting out a tiny moan when his tip hit your soaked entrance. he fingers dug into your hips more when you did, silently telling you to hurry and drop down on his cock. you shut your eyes as you lowered yourself on him finally, feeling him stretch you out, a loud whine leaving your lips as you finally took all of him.

“now bounce that pretty body up and down on my cock,” he instructed, or demanded, “make me ‘feel better.’” you started moving up and down on his length, the sensation new and pleasuring, the position making you love the way he looked up at you with his dark eyes, how his pupils dilated until his irises were almost black. his lips parted, pants leaving him as he kept his large hands on your hips and guided you up and down his cock. his deep voice let out a low groan, making you almost fall apart already, even if you’d just started. “you better not cum yet,” nate threatened, his words coming out breathy and dark, “i’ll be mad.”

you kept going, unable to stop the small whines and whimpers that left your mouth, his cock hitting your sweet spot everytime you lowered yourself back down on him. you shut your eyes tightly and he dug his nails into your hips again when you did, a silent reminder to keep them open and on him. you let out a choked whine, staring back down at him and trying not to cum, his chiseled features and heavy breaths from below you making you want to scream. “keep going,” he warned you, “don’t cum like a stupid slut already, you’re better than that. keep making me feel better, don’t be selfish.”

you would rather be damned than to not keep going for him, to not obey his breathy commands, so you kept up your movements on him. you kept yourself steady by bringing your small hands down to his heaving, broad chest, his black, hungry eyes boring into yours as you kept whining. you tried not to chase your own pleasure, trying to be keenly aware of how fast or slow you went, feeling when his legs would tense or when he’d groan so you knew you were making it about him. “fuuuck,” he groaned out, his eyes wide as he brought one of his large hands over your naked breast, squeezing as you continued to ride him, making sure to lift off of him and slam back down on his length, something that seemed to make his tall form tense and the muscles in his toned thighs twitch beneath. you were enjoying drawing these noises and reactions out of him, making him feel good, wanting him to praise you soon for doing good.

“you’re making me feel really good,” nate panted out, squeezing your hard nipple between his fingertips, earning a whine from you while keeping his other hand on your hip, “you wanna be good for me, don’t you? my little secret loves making me feel good.”

you moaned out a hitch pitched ‘yes,’ slamming yourself up and down his throbbing cock quicker. when he called you his ‘little secret’, it made you feel so dirty, but you couldn’t help but feel your stomach tighten from the expression. you loved being his secret, loved that he wanted you all to himself and the fact that no one knew who you belonged to, only him and you. you’d gotten used to lying for him quickly, and now, seven months later, being his secret was your favorite thing to be.

you felt yourself about to snap, biting your lower lip until you tasted copper as you tried to remain concentrated on him. it was hard, especially because he kept groaning and egging you on, knowing how hard it was for you not to cum when he spoke or made noises. nate knew your body and reactions well, and he used that knowledge to tease and taunt you, to wreck you completely during sex. it was his way, and you couldn’t do anything about it, which he reveled in.

“you’re squeezing me so tight,” nate choked out, “i can tell you’re about to cum. you better not, you’re doing this for me, remember? say it. say you won’t cum because you need me to fill you up first.”

nate’s demands and taunting sounded so dark coming from his deep, breathless voice. it was hard not to fall apart just from the sound, but you obeyed his command, your voice shaky and high pitched because of how much you were struggling not to come undone. “i won’t cum! i-i won’t! need y-you to fill me up first. please!”

nate let out a dark chuckle, grinning a sinful smile as he heard how close you were in your choked cry. “good girl,” he murmured, squeezing your hips with both his big hands, making you cry out as you felt how deep his nails were pressing into you, wondering if he’d leave bruises and struggling not to cum from the thought of him leaving his marks on you, “keep going. you’re lucky i’m about to fucking cum, gunna fill your tight cunt up real good. fuck- keep squeezing on my cock, i love feeling you about to fucking snap.”

“nate!” you whined out loudly, going as fast as you could on his length, his hard grip on your hips guiding you up and down and making you keep up your pace. he shook his head at you, denying your release, serious about you making him cum first. he was panting and groaning, his toned thighs tensing from beneath you, his grip on your hips never loosening.

finally, only a minute later, he was groaning even louder, his grip on your hips starting to slow your movements as he came inside you. you were practically screaming as you felt his length throb and twitch inside you, how his warm release was deep in you cunt. “there!” he growled out suddenly, his brows pinched together as his lips stayed parted as he breathed rapidly, “now you can fucking cum!”

that’s all it took, his permission making you twitch and moan uncontrollably on top of him as you finally found your release, even if your movements had stopped completely. you felt his cock start to soften inside you as he dug his nails into your hips still, knowing that simple action alone could draw out your orgasm further. your thighs shuddered around his hips as you finally started to come down, struggling to keep yourself upright on his body as you panted loudly in his quiet room. nate noticed, and despite liking the way you struggled, he wrapped his long, strong arms around you and lifted you off of him and down beside him on the bed. you closed your eyes as you tried to relax against his pillows, the muscles in your body beginning to grow tired as you finally came down fully.

he laughed at you darkly, something he often did when he saw how spent you were from him making you cum. nate pulled you closer to him as he laid on his side, pulling the soft duvet on his bed over you both to cover your bodies. “open your eyes,” he chuckled.

you fluttered your heavy eyes open and looked at him, the vicious smile still on his handsome face as he looked over your features. “thank you for being good for me,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your lips and your cheek, making you relax even more, “you know that i do care about you, right?”

you nodded, wanting to believe him even if it was hard to decipher his true feelings. he nodded too, pressing a couple kisses to the side of your face, and wrapping you tighter in his arms. “so good for me,” he murmured against your skin, making a pink dust appear on your cheeks and your chest warm.

you never wanted this part to end.

[starboye]

Toxic Nate Jacobs will be fucking you then answer a call from his homeboys but he keeps going at it while talking. You're embarrassed, but Nate says there's no need to stop as he can multi-task. He casually tells his friends what he's doing, and they can hear him grunting and your whimpering.

you couldn't believe he was answering a call at a time like this, in the middle of both of you fucking but it's not like you saying anything would stop him

"wassup"

"nate hang up the phone"

"why i can multitask"

he always did this, something else while he was supposed to be fucking you, whether that was answering texts or calling friends

"hey guys"

"nate what the fuck is up brooo"

"nothing much just fucking y/n"

"oh shit for real"

"hell yeah"

he started thrusting into harder to make you moan out louder, you sounds flowing to the phone which could be heard by his buddies

they started cheering nate on, telling him to fuck you harder and record so he could show them later, it was no secret that nates friends always imagined fucking you

but nate never said anything about it so his so called friends would always grope at you as or steal little pictures of your body to jerk off to later

"yeah you like that y/n, all my homeboys can hear you getting this little hole split"

it was so fucking embarrassing, having your sex life put on blast to some of the worst people imaginable with no mercy from your boyfriend

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sweet talk (2)

nate jacobs x reader

| summary | he just keeps coming back.

warnings: none!

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It starts as a fluke. At least, that’s what you tell yourself.

The next day, he’s back.

You’re balancing a tray of pancakes and coffee refills when you spot him sliding into the same booth like he’s claimed it. Same relaxed posture, same unreadable expression — like he’s there for something more than food.

You bite the inside of your cheek and shake your head. Coincidence. That’s all.

But then he shows up again. And again.

By the end of the week, he’s practically part of the scenery.

You’d think it would get less weird, but it doesn’t.

The thing is… he never really does anything. He just sits there. Watches. Orders whatever you recommend. Sometimes he brings a book but barely reads it. Mostly, he watches you weave in and out between tables like you’re the most fascinating thing in the world.

It’s unnerving.

You try to brush it off. Customers are customers. And if he wants to tip well and stare all day, hey, maybe you’re the one winning here.

But deep down, you can’t help wondering: Why you?

It’s a slow night when you finally crack.

You’re wiping down the counter, and he’s there — again — twirling a straw wrapper between his fingers.

“Alright,” you mutter, tossing the rag aside and crossing your arms. “You stalking me or something?”

He looks up, feigning innocence. “Stalking you?”

“Yeah.” You raise a brow. “I mean… you’re here. Every day. Don’t you have a life?”

He tilts his head, grinning. “This is my life.”

You stare at him, deadpan. “You… live at a diner?”

“Maybe I do.” He shrugs, like the possibility doesn’t bother him.

You huff a laugh despite yourself. “Seriously. What’s your deal?”

He leans forward, resting his elbows on the table, and for the first time, his playful expression shifts into something more direct.

“You seem interesting.”

“You keep saying that,” you mutter.

“Because it’s true.” He shrugs. “I’m not used to people not knowing me.”

You blink. “Should I?”

His grin deepens, but he doesn’t answer.

You narrow your eyes. “You’re mysterious. I’ll give you that.”

He leans back again, stretching lazily. “Mystery keeps things fun.”

“Or creepy.”

He barks out a laugh. “I’ll try to keep it charming.”

You shake your head and grab his empty glass. “If you’re gonna keep showing up, at least make it worth my while. Big tips. Every time.”

He taps the table thoughtfully. “Deal.”

You start to walk away, but his voice follows you:

“By the way…”

You turn back.

“You can call me Nate.”

There’s a weight to it, like he’s finally handing you a puzzle piece you didn’t know you needed.

“Nate,” you repeat slowly.

He nods, eyes locked onto yours. “And you?”

You hesitate.

And then, maybe against your better judgment, you tell him.

He repeats it softly, like he’s tasting it.

“Pretty,” he says under his breath, but you catch it.

Your heart stumbles, and you busy yourself behind the counter before you can embarrass yourself.

When your shift ends, he’s gone. No goodbye this time. Just an empty booth, a generous tip, and that name of his echoing in your mind.

Nate.

You walk home that night with his name still stuck in your head.

You’ve never been the type to attract attention. Especially not the kind of attention that feels like it could tip over into obsession if you look at it the wrong way.

The next afternoon, before your shift even starts, you’re already scanning the booths as you tie your apron.

Empty.

You breathe out a small sigh of relief — and disappointment.

You shake it off. Focus. Work.

But twenty minutes later, the door swings open.

And there he is.

Same confident walk. Same smug grin, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to your nerves.

He slides into his booth, and this time? He doesn’t even look at the menu.

You brace yourself as you approach. “Let me guess… the usual?”

He smiles, resting his chin on his hand again — that same relaxed pose. “You already know me so well.”

You roll your eyes, scribbling down the order you don’t even need to write.

“Back again?” you ask, trying to sound casual.

He shrugs. “Told you. I like the view.”

You try not to blush, but it’s impossible.

As you turn away, he calls after you. “Hey.”

You glance over your shoulder.

“You working late tonight?”

You blink. “Uh… yeah. Double shift.”

He nods slowly, almost like he was expecting that.

“Good.”

Good?

You don’t get the chance to ask — another table calls for you, and you’re off, but his presence never leaves the edge of your awareness.

Hours pass, and he just stays. Nursing a coffee, scrolling on his phone, chatting briefly with other waitresses who giggle and whisper behind your back.

It’s almost closing time when you finally drop into the booth across from him, exhausted and sore.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” you mutter.

He smirks. “I get that a lot.”

You rest your head on the back of the booth and sigh.

“You should go home.”

“Maybe I’m waiting for you.”

Your head snaps up.

He holds your gaze, unbothered, like he just said something completely normal.

“I walk home,” you blurt out. “It’s fine.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Alone? At night?”

You frown. “Yeah? I’ve done it for years.”

His jaw tightens for a split second before he relaxes again. “Doesn’t mean you should.”

You blink at him, confused. “Are you worried about me?”

He doesn’t answer. Just shrugs and glances out the window like this conversation doesn’t matter.

But it does.

Way more than you’re ready to admit.

The diner finally closes, and you lock up, stepping into the cool night air — only to see him leaning against the side of the building, hands in his pockets.

Your heart does a weird flip.

“Nate.”

He pushes off the wall. “I’ll walk you home.”

You open your mouth to protest, but he cuts you off.

“Not asking.”

There’s something in his voice — not threatening, exactly. But final. Like he’s decided this, and that’s that.

You should say no. You want to say no.

But instead, you just nod.

And he falls into step beside you, close enough that your shoulders almost brush.

You’ve never felt so safe and so on edge at the same time.

The first few minutes are quiet. Just the sound of your footsteps and the occasional car passing by.

You peek at him out of the corner of your eye. He walks like someone who owns the sidewalk. Calm, confident, like nothing could touch him — or you, apparently.

“You really didn’t have to do this,” you murmur, hugging your jacket tighter around yourself.

“Yeah, I did,” he says easily, not looking at you.

You blink up at him. “You don’t even know me.”

“Don’t need to.”

That answer throws you off. You laugh nervously. “That’s not weird at all.”

He finally looks at you — that heavy gaze again, the kind that makes your stomach twist.

“Some people you just get a feeling about.”

You swallow hard and glance down at the pavement.

“You always this intense?” you tease, trying to lighten the mood.

He smirks. “Only when I want something.”

Your pulse trips over itself.

“And… what exactly do you want?”

He doesn’t answer. Just keeps walking.

You reach your street way too fast, and part of you wishes the walk had been longer — and maybe that’s crazy.

He stops at the edge of your driveway.

“This you?”

You nod. “Thanks for… you know.”

He nods back, eyes flicking up to your house, taking it in. Cataloguing it.

You shift awkwardly.

“Well… goodnight.”

You turn toward your door, but before you can step away, his voice catches you.

“Hey.”

You glance back.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

It’s not a question.

You should probably be weirded out. But instead, you find yourself nodding.

“Yeah. Okay.”

And then he’s gone.

You stand there on your porch for a moment, trying to piece together what the hell just happened.

You tell yourself you won’t think about him.

You lie.

The next morning, you wake up, and the first thought in your head is whether or not he meant it.

And somehow, you already know he did.

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[cassiesc0rner]

Impurities

Synopsis: You’re the new girl at East Highland High, your only goal is to get through school. Until you come across Nate Jacobs

Genre: suggestive, slight angst,

Pairing: Nate x fem!reader

Warnings: manipulation, lying, misogyny, slutshaming, reader has a negative body image/implied body dismorphia, dark themes, slightly suggestive but no smut in this one, let me know if I missed something

Song rec: music to watch boys to - lana del rey

WC: +8.6k (oops)

Other parts: previous part, next part

A/N: This is my first upload on tumblr help?? Also English isn’t my first language so please keep that in mind and be nice :,) feedback is always appreciated!! Currently working on part 2 ᥫ᭡

You were the perfect prey for Nate

You were cute, just so fucking cute that it almost drove him crazy, and so polite during lessons, never refusing anyone anything, whether they asked for a pen, or if they could copy your homework, which you always had ready. In his eyes, you were perfect, the only right choice for him.

He knew you wouldn’t fuck up the way Cassie or Maddy did, you wouldn’t disappoint him like they did.

Sure, your style wasn't his thing at all -not that you dressed awful or anything, you were really into y2k, and just loved wearing baggy jeans or any jeans for that matter, and graphic tops combined with sparkly accessories, chains and rings.

He wished you'd wear something more... feminine, like skirts and cute dresses, that show off your assumingly perfect body, he also wished you'd wear brighter colors.

Another thing he loved about you, was that you were really smart and didn't seem to pay attention to boys at all, which surprised him because he was used to girls being all over boys, only wanting one thing from them and he hated it because they were all so predictable.

But you weren’t.

It also kind of scared him at the same time though, because what if you just really weren't into boys to begin with?

He didn't know much about you except for the fact that you loved music, movies and tv shows. Or at least that's what you said, when you had to introduce yourself to the new class.

It had been just a few days prior that he had broken up with Cassie at that time, but he was sure that in this moment, when you stood there in front of the class, with your trembling hands, shy smile and quiet voice, he was head over heels for you.

You just enrolled to East Highland High, you knew no one yet. That had to be his biggest advantage ever, since you didn't know about any of the bad things Nate has done so far, and no one could take you away from him once he earned your trust. Because why would you trust anyone else more than him?

It was your third day at the new school when he decided to approach you.

During lunch break you sat alone, listening to music as you tried to subtly look around the huge cafeteria, searching for someone else who was alone.

Everyone shared their table with at least two other students, except for you and some other girl that sat alone as well.

You considered approaching her and sitting with her, maybe she was nice and maybe she had other friends? But you decided not to do it, because maybe you'd disturb her or something. You sighed and scrolled through your phone, when you suddenly noticed someone standing in front of your table.

You slowly looked up and noticed it was one of your classmates. You quickly fished one of your earbuds out and stopped the music "Hey.." You said, as you smiled at him. He smiled back at you, the smile genuine as he replied "Hey, can I sit for a moment?" he gestured towards the chair in front of you.

You were confused.

Confused because he wanted to sit with you? Yes, you were new to East Highland High, but this wasn't the first school you ever attended. You could tell who's popular and who isn't.

And Nate Jacobs was definitely popular. He had to be.

Quaterback, extremely tall, and extremely good looking, there was no way he just wanted to sit and talk to someone like you. What if he's gonna bully me? Take my lunch money and beat me up? But that would be absurd.. right?

You nodded before removing the other earbud as well. "What're you listening to?" He asked, genuinely curious "Oh... um... just Lana Del Rey." You said nervously as you looked at your phone, too scared to look him in the eyes.

"Oh cool.. which song?" He'd be lying if he said he knew literally any Lana Del Rey song besides Summertime Sadness and Video Games, but he wanted to know nonetheless. Maybe he'd listen to it at home to check out what kind of music you listen to "It's called..." You hesitated for a moment before finally saying "'Music to watch boys to'" You knew how that sounded.

Nate chuckled once he heard the name of the song and saw your flustered expression "Is that what you're doing? Listening to music while you're watching the boys here?" He joked. You chuckled nervously "No, really that's the last thing I'd do. I'm trying not to look at anyone longer than a second." You smiled as you locked eyes with him for seemingly less than 0.5 seconds.

Nate nodded "Yeah, I can tell." He cleared his throat "Just came over to introduce myself since you're new and everything." He reached over the table, stopping right in front of your phone, inviting you to shake his hand "I'm Nate."

You knew that already, since the two of you had classes together and you paid attention during attendance, to memorize the names of some of your classmates.

You carefully reached over and shook his extremely large hand. "I'm y/n, but you probably know that already." You once again chuckled nervously, thinking back to the painful introduction you went through at each and every new lesson you went to.

"Yeah, right." He nodded, smiling as his mind went there as well. During maths, arts, and English, he was lucky enough to see you introduce yourself over and over again. You slowly retrieved your hand again and Nate couldn't help but feel sad at the loss of contact.

He took a look around the cafeteria before setting his gaze back onto you "So, why are you sitting here all alone?" He asked in a slightly less playful tone "Hm.. I don't know," You shrugged "I guess I just don't know how to approach people." You smiled again.

What Nate had noticed in this short amount of time, is how often you smiled at him, and how you tried to keep that expression.

He didn't only notice it in this moment while he sat in front of you, but also during lessons, whenever someone talked to you, you rarely kept a neutral expression, always a friendly smile on your lips.

You were unbelievably insecure.

Always trying to remain friendly, out of fear of being perceived as unfriendly or unapproachable or anything that could be perceived as negative. He got you figured out faster than you could've imagined.

When he didn't respond, you continued "I actually considered talking to that girl over there, since she's alone as well.."

Nate looked over to the girl you were referring to before smirking and looking back to you "I wouldn't do that." You frowned in confusion "Why? Is she mean or something?" Nate shook his head "She just... doesn't talk, I don't think I've ever seen her talk to anyone before. She always sits alone and stares... into the void or something, even during lessons she barely responds to the teachers." he pointed out.

You sighed "Wow... And I thought I was socially incompetent." He chuckled and shook his head "No believe me, it can always be worse." You nodded and smiled again. Once you didn't reply, Nate continued "But, to be honest, you don't seem socially incompetent at all. You actually seem fun to be around."

You looked up at him again, this time for a bit longer than 0,5 seconds, and raised your eyebrows "You think so?" Nate nodded "Yeah, of course, you don't?"

You thought for a moment am I actually fun to be around? It had honestly been ages since you had actual friends. Sure, you had classmates at your previous schools, who met up with you from time to time. But it never felt like an actual friendship, with trust and sincerity.

You figured that you just weren't easy or fun to be around, that you just bored them eventually, even though you tried to be as fun as possible.

But your parents also played a big role.

Your mom has been strict and didn't want you to go out with friends too much, because she was scared you'd get hurt. She constantly fought with you and your father, because neither you nor your dad shared the same amount of paranoia she seemed to have.

And your dad was constantly moving cities, and even states with the two of you, whenever he had a new, better job offer. East Highland High was probably your third highschool so far, and even if you wanted to stay polite and make friends, you didn't want them to get too close to you, because the moment you had to move it'd be over anyways.

"I don't... know.." You said, and for the first time your smile actually faded. Not into a sad expression, but your smile just seemed to slip, and Nate felt like he got just the slightest bit closer to you.

"I don't really have any friends outside of school, and since I have none here either.." You shrugged again, not sure what to tell him. He nodded "Well.. you have me now, we can be friends." You looked up at him again, your eyes wide. You waited for him to laugh and tell you that all of this was a prank or something, but he didn't.

"Um... Thank you, but you really don't have to do that. I bet you already have plenty of friends." Nate shook his head and said "You can never have enough friends," He had a point, not everyone lived a socially awkward life like you did "besides, as I said, you seem cool to be around." He added.

"Thank you, I'd love to be your friend." You responded with another smile. Nate couldn't believe that he got this close to you in just five minutes, and that you didn't seem to question any of his intentions at all. In his eyes, he didn't only achieve his goals for the day, he also did you a huge favour.

You had someone you could count on, someone to hang out with, you weren’t alone anymore.

Then the doorbell rang, informing everyone that the break was over now.

"Alright, we have maths now, let’s go together, yeah?" He asked as he got up. You nodded and grabbed your phone, stuffing it in your bag before you got up as well.

Two weeks passed after you first talked to Nate, and as it turns out, he really seemed to be your friend.

You went shopping together, spent time mostly at your place, because your mom wanted to keep an eye on him since he was a stranger and most importantly a boy, and you even went to his football game once. You seemed truly happy whenever you were with him.

A little too happy for your own liking.

Because deep down you knew you might have to leave him behind eventually, or that he'd get bored of you at some point.

Not to mention that you, against your own will, developed a small crush on him. But who could blame you when he was the first boy who ever truly cared for you like he did? Or bought you gifts and showered you with affection like he did?

Yeah that was another thing that Nate did. He loved buying things for you.

At first it were just small things like ice cream from the gas station, or snacks from vending machines. But eventually, the gifts got bigger and bigger despite you telling him that you couldn’t possibly pay him back.

Sure, your dad's job did pay him a lot, but you were sure that Nate's dad had to earn at least twice as much for his son to be able to buy that many things.

Last time you two went to the mall and he saw a pair of earrings for more than 200$, he dragged you along with him and showed them to you saying "They'd look so pretty on you." It almost felt like he was your boyfriend.

Usually the girls in the movies you watched would pressure their boyfriends into buying them expensive jewelry, and into spending their money on them, but Nate seemed to be the other way he around.

He was pressuring you into allowing him to spend his money on you.

Just like that day when the two of you went into another boutique, because Nate convinced you that "it'll be fun!", to put it in his words.

The moment you stepped into the boutique, you felt somewhat uneasy. You walked in with your ripped jeans and tank top on, and the only clothes you saw were dresses, skirts, and tops that you'd never consider buying. Not to mention the shoes that they sold, looked nowhere near as comfortable as your sneakers did.

Nate knew that.

He only had to look at your face for a split second to know what you're feeling. You felt like you wouldn't fit in, or like these clothes wouldn't suit you. But he knew how to convince you.

He spent two entire weeks with you after all.

Any normal person would say that's not enough to fully know somebody, but Nate had his ways of finding out almost every insecurity, fear and worry of yours, just by subtly asking the right questions.

And none of them shocked him, since he already figured out that you were socially anxious and insecure.

But he also knew what you needed. You craved someone who loves you and gives you constant reassurance, someone who tells you what to do and who to go out with, like your mom did, because that's all you knew your entire life.

You needed to be loved and touched, craving intimacy with literally anyone, because you never had friends who'd hug you tightly when you were anxious, or hold you close when you needed it, and your parents didn't either.

And he could give you all of that and more, once the time was right.

He also figured that you haven't had a boyfriend yet, or haven't been intimate with anyone yet, and that thought alone made him crave you even more, if that was even possible.

The fact that he would be your first everything, was enough to get him going, and motivated him to show you your true potential.

And he knows that you’d let him.

He always dreamt about how easily you'd let him have his way with you, and how he'd corrupt you. Nate had sadistic thoughts as well, fantasizing about making you cry and beg him for forgiveness for something that wasn’t even your fault.

He also dreamt of leaving marks and bruises all over your body, so that you and everyone else knew you’re his.

But he wouldn't want to hurt you, he knew from experience how bad that could end for him.

And the moment he saw your innocent eyes looking up at him and your smile while doing so, the violent thoughts got replaced with the need to protect you from any man that even just walked near you.

"You okay?" He asked casually before he walked towards one of the racks with skirts. "Mhm.. I just don't think I want to buy anything here, Nate..." You said as you nervously looked down at your feet, feeling bad for possibly disappointing him.

Nate turned around and looked at you "Don't you want to try something on at least?" Before he let you respond, he came up with an idea "How about this, I'll put together an outfit and you can try it on and see for yourself if you like it or not." He asked, but it was more of a demand than a question.

You sighed and looked around the store, noticing that they also had jeans skirts, and a dark red leather skirt that you thought was really pretty. Nate's eyes followed your gaze and he immediately started searching for something he wanted you to try on.

Sure, a jeans skirt might be a good start as well, since it might make you feel a bit more comfortable and at least show off your legs, but the leather skirt was just absolutely slutty in his eyes. He didn't want you to walk around at school -or anywhere for that matter- like that, like you're 'asking for it'.

While you walked towards the two skirts, Nate walked towards another section. He picked out a pastel pink short sleeve top, with a bow in the middle and a sweetheart neckline. He smirked as he imagined you inside the rather tight top, knowing that he's the only guy that would be near you while all the other boys could only dream of being close to you.

He then picked out a pair of black flats, which he knew you wouldn't be opposed to, simply because of the color alone, white stockings and a white and pink plaid mini skirt.

Then he walked over to you, as you still looked at the various skirts. "y/n, your outfit is ready!" Nate exclaimed once he was behind you, and you couldn't help but flinch as he pulled you out of your daydream.

You turned around and looked at his full hands, trying not to grimace at the bright colours. The shoes looked alright however, and where the only dark piece of clothing. "Nate, that won't suit me," you said as he handed you the clothes over "are you sure you want me to try it on?" you didn't even finish the question before he nodded.

You sighed before walking towards the changing room. "I'll wait outside until you're done." he said before you closed the door.

Once it was closed you sighed once more and started to undress. You liked Nate, more than just in a friendly platonic way, and if any other guy would've told you to dress up like that, you definitely would've refused.

But Nate did so many nice things for you, the least you could do was to make him laugh for a bit. Because you already expected that that's what he'll do once he sees you in this outfit.

Once you were left in your underwear you looked into the mirror, feeling insecure. You didn't like your body at all. You just weren't shaped like the girls on the cheer squad, and you also didn't seem to have their proportions. And now you had to wear a skirt that would expose your huge legs and belly.

You felt sick at the thought of Nate seeing you in this outfit. You looked at the skirt and panicked because what if he thought you're skinnier, and he picked the wrong size? You'd have to tell him to get you a size bigger, and it would be super embarrassing.

You put on the top first and gulped when you noticed how tight it was, your chest on display. But you were sure it was supposed to sit a bit tighter. Then you shakily grabbed the skirt and put it on, and surprisingly it closed and sat perfectly fine. Except for the fact that it was quite short.

You then put on the stockings which ended right above your knee, and the shoes. You looked into the mirror again and turned to the side, throwing various poses to check it out from different angles.

And then you frowned, because for some reason the fit looked pretty cute, but... would you actually go out like this? Definitely no- "Are you ready?" Nate asked impatiently. You started to contemplate whether or not you wanted Nate to actually see you like that.

"Um... y-yes but it looks really stupid i'm gonna undress again-""No!" he almost yelled, startling you "Please let me see, I bet it looks good." he rolled his eyes, glad that you couldn't see him behind that door.

He liked that you weren't too confident or too sure of yourself and needed his reassurance, but he really wished you'd actually listen to him right now.

And then you finally opened the door "Come in.." and it really took everything in him to not rip the door open and gawk at you.

He gently opened the door and looked at you, his eyes wandering from your head, which was hung low as if in shame, to your exposed cleavage, to the way the stockings hugged your legs, to your shoes.

He had to control himself or else he'd pop a boner right here, right in front of you, because, god you looked so pretty. With the way your hands were fidgeting again just like the first time he saw you. You looked so shy and submissive under his gaze.

"You look so pretty..." he said in a serious tone, so serious in fact, that you immediately looked up at him. "Really? I feel kinda..." you didn't dare to finish the sentence.

The last time you called yourself fat in front of him, he almost lost it. He got just as serious as he was right now, saying that you looked fine and that there was absolutely nothing wrong with you.

Sure you weren't shaped like Maddy was, and you didn't have the perfect thigh gap, but Nate was aware that you were extremely pretty nonetheless. You were almost perfect, and everything that wasn't perfect would be taken care of.

Like your style.

This was a small step for him but a huge one for you, and it would be an even bigger step for you to dress like that on the daily, but he's sure he can help you with that.

"Seriously, you look absolutely.. wow." he added, and it only got you more flustered. Maybe dressing like this isn't so bad if Nate thinks it's pretty, hell even if he's the only who thinks so, his words affected you more than anything anyone at East Highland High could possibly say. "Wow.. Thank you.."

He cleared his throat and took a step closer, towering over you even more. "You obviously don't have to listen to me,” he lied “but... I personally think it looks better than your usual dark outfits." When you looked back into the mirror he continued "You shouldn't hide behind those… wide pants and loose tops, you should wear more outfits like this and show everyone how pretty you look."

When he saw you smile, he knew he had you where he wanted you. It wasn't just a forced smile, it was a real one, a flustered one. You loved that he found you pretty, even if you couldn't see it for yourself. And he knew how important his opinion was to you.

Hearing his compliments alone made you want to change your style a little, just so that he doesn't change his opinion. "You really think this fits me?" You asked one more time to make sure that he actually meant it.

He nodded eagerly placing his hands onto your shoulders "I promise." He felt like he could melt with the way you were looking up at him "I would never lie to you, you know that, right?" As if in trance you looked into his eyes and nodded.

"Yeah of course." You smiled up at him, feeling so small in front of him. "I'll try to check for cheaper options though, if you don't mind. Maybe something that isn't from an expensive boutique." you chuckled. He frowned instantly before responding "No, keep the outfit, I'll pay for it."

You shook your head right away, thinking back to the expensive things he had bought you already. "Nate, you need to stop spending so much money on me, I mean it. I highly doubt that i'm the only friend you spend that much money on."

Nate tried not to laugh at your statement. Of course you were the only person he spent that much money on.

As if he'd buy McKay, or any of his other 'friends' for that matter, anything above 10 bucks. "Y/n, I promise I’m not spending too much money." You wanted to believe him, but deep down you knew why Nate did all this.

Or at least you thought you did.

He was used to being used for money by his friends, there couldn't be another explanation, it had to be the reason. Why else would he feel the need to buy you, who he saw as his friend, so many expensive things?

"And also I kinda forced you to try it on, it's the right thing to do, trust me." You sighed shaking your head in disbelief "Fine, but you really don't have to, you know that?" He nodded as a smile made its way onto his lips.

He wished he could kiss you right now, but needless to say that wasn't possible yet. He couldn't wait for the day he would finally have you to himself, safe and happy with him. Walking next to you, with your hand in his, he could already imagine Cassie's and Maddy's faces when they see the two of you.

Nate wasn't blind nor oblivious, he saw the way Cassie eyed you like she wanted to murder you, or the way Maddy would shake her head whenever she looked at the two of you walking down the hallway.

Sure he had to come up with a plausible story before one of them could get to you without him noticing, and ruin his perfect plan. He honestly doesn't know what would happen to them if they decided to ruin his plan.

But that wasn't important right now.

What mattered was that you finally owned the perfect outfit, only because of him, and you’d only wear it for him too. You didn't even talk back or hesitate as much as he had expected.

Everything was going according to plan, and it was only a matter of time until you would cave in fully and listen to him all the time.

The next day you got ready for school, and decided to put on the outfit Nate had gotten you the day prior, but combined with a long cardigan to prevent you from flashing anyone at school.

Not to mention your mom who would probably freak out once she saw your outfit for school.

You brushed your hair, and put on the earrings Nate bought you previously. They were beautiful, dangling bows with a small diamond in the middle.

You told Nate he didn't have to buy them for you and that you'd find a cheaper variant online, but he insisted nonetheless.

You wondered what it would be like to be his girlfriend as you applied your lipstick.

Not that you'd actually ever be his girlfriend. He probably wouldn't even consider dating me.. was all you could think. And you also wouldn't ever consider actually dating him.

What if you'd have to move again? It wouldn't only break your heart, but his too.

"Y/n?" Your mom pulled you out of your thoughts as she stood in front of your now open door -because knocking was completely overrated anyways.

She gave you a disapproving look as her eyes moved up and down your frame. You hadn't put on the cardigan yet, so you could only assume what she's thinking. "What are you wearing?" She finally spoke.

You sighed as you looked down at your feet. "Mom I-" She immediately shook her head "Nate told you to wear this, didn't he?" You groaned in frustration, all hopes of avoiding any confrontation now gone.

Your mom scoffed at your lack of response. "Have you seen yourself? You look like..." You raised your head and looked at your mom "Like what?" She crossed her arms and sighed "Like someone else!"

You knew that this wasn't what came to her mind first, but decided not to comment on it. "No one forced me to wear this. I wanted to wear this." Your mom frowned, not believing you one bit.

And even if you wanted to go to school like that, she felt sick at the thought of all the boys seeing her daughter in such an outfit. "Get changed, right now."  Was all she said before turning around and leaving your room.

You stomped after her "I'm going to be late to school if I change now!" you yelled as you followed her into the kitchen where your dad sat, completely unfazed by the argument which was taking place.

"That's your own fault, and don't yell at me like that." She responded, not even looking at you. "Mom, I'm not going to change."

She turned around once she grabbed her mug from the kitchen counter. "Oh but you are already. You are changing, because you would never wear something like this, especially not to school."

"Am I not allowed to change my style once in a while? You never approve of the way I dress anyways so why are you making a big deal out of this now?." She shook her head once again "You don't get it, y/n. You're... changing, as in ‘you’re becoming someone that you’re not’!" you scoffed in disbelief "I'm a teenager, of course I'm changing."

You turned away from your parents, and made your way to the hallway to put your shoes on. Once you reached your shoes you heard footsteps following you "You're really gonna go to school like that?" Your mom asked.

Once you slipped into one shoe you turned around and nodded. "You're grounded young lady, I hope you're aware of that." You slipped into the other shoe as you responded "I've been grounded my entire life, mom. Try harder." you said as you pushed past her to get your backpack.

Your mother just stood in the hallway, completely baffled. But before she could think of anything to say, you left the house already. Quickly making your way to Nate's truck.

Nate loved picking you up from home.

He wished you'd let him pick you up anywhere anytime, no matter where you were, but you only let him pick you up when you both had the same lessons in the morning.

He had told you that he'd pick you up even if you started earlier than him, but you immediately brushed it off.

Once you saw him your frown disappeared and you tried to smile again.

But Nate noticed. He always noticed when you were frowning, and when he saw your outfit he could already imagine what or specifically who made you frown.

To say that Nate disliked your parents would be an understatement. Whenever he would come over to your place, your mom would eye him and make snarky remarks.

Not only that, but she would sometimes enter your room -without knocking of course- every ten minutes to check on you, always with some sort of excuse as to why, just to make sure that the two of you weren't doing anything she would disapprove of.

He couldn't even hug you goodbye when he'd leave because when he did it once, your mom eyed him as if he was hurting you.

And your dad? He didn't know if he hated him even more.

He was barely there when Nate came over, and whenever you'd talk about him you would complain about him never caring about your arguments with your mom. He simply stayed out of it until it would annoy him, then he'd simply tell his wife to 'calm down' and that you 'shouldn't overreact'

And if you still wouldn't stop fighting with her, he'd simply get up and smoke outside or drive off to god knows where.

Having an overbearing mother and an absent father didn't do you any good, he'd gladly just have you move in with him, but his dad was probably even worse to live with than yours was.

"Everything alright?" Nate asked once you stepped inside the car, put your seatbelt on and sighed. You nodded, not looking at him "My mom's just mad at me because I'm wearing this to school today.." you explained as you fidgeted with your skirt.

That's when you noticed that you totally forgot to put on your cardigan in the heat of the moment. You mentally face palmed, knowing that you'd have to walk around like that without being able to hide at least a little bit of your body.

Nate nodded as he started the car. "I'm sorry to hear that... She’s always picking fights with you for no reason..." You nodded as you looked out of the passenger's window.

He looked at your thighs, which were just slightly on display, and fuck he would do everything just to touch them.

He decided to test the waters and reassuringly placed his hand on your thigh. You flinched slightly, not expecting the sudden gesture, but you didn't react in any way, which relieved him a lot.

"Don't be too hard on yourself, yeah? You can always come to my place or call me and I'll be there to pick you up and get your mind off things, alright?" You nodded with a soft smile on your lips.

You slowly turned back to him "Where have you been all my life? I would've needed you way sooner." Nate tried to contain his happiness.

You telling him you needed him, letting him touch your thigh and wearing his outfit? He was sure that he was the happiest man alive right now.

"Yeah, I also wish I could've been there sooner. But I'm here now, and I'm not gonna leave again." he assured. You placed your hand atop his on your thigh and nodded "Thank you.."

Everything was going so so well, until this Jake guy from your arts class decided to speak to you. He must've seen you with Nate, the two of you were almost inseparable after all. Did he have a death wish or something?

The way he looked at you as well, it made him sick.

You didn't even notice it, you were your usual friendly self, telling him something Nate couldn't make out from his seat, two rows behind the two of you. But it couldn't have possibly been funny enough for him to laugh so hard, that he had to place his hand on your shoulder for support.

He never cared much about Jake, never even talked to the guy, but he'd love to beat the shit out of him right now. Only stopping when you tell him to.

But based on your personality, you'd probably stop him right away.

Nate had more than enough however, when the guy still had his hand on your shoulder after ten seconds.

Nate got up, the sound of the chair scraping along the tiles on the floor so loud, that both you and Jake turned around right away.

Nate stared daggers into Jake as he made his way to the two of you, resulting in Jake's eyes widening slightly and him finally removing his hand from your shoulder "Move." was all Nate needed to say for Jake to smile at you one last time before immediately getting up and walking to his friend's desk.

You frowned at Nate not sure what had gotten into him. "Are you mad? Is everything okay?" You asked, worry evident on your face.

He was more than happy that you reacted this way, instead of asking him what the fuck was wrong with him for scaring the poor guy like that.

He shook his head before smiling "Everything's fine don't worry.. Jake's just really flirty with every girl that he sees, I just wanted to protect you." he reasoned.

You frowned, not aware that Jake has ever flirted with any girls in your classes, or you to begin with. He just seemed friendly, but you brushed it off nonetheless, knowing that Nate probably knew him better than you did.

"Wait, you’ve never had a boyfriend?" Nate asked in feigned disbelief, as you two sat in his living room after school one day. You shook your head in response as you waited for Nate to laugh at you.

Except, he didn't.

It only made him happier that you finally confirmed his theory.

He didn't expect you to have any ex-partners, since you told him you never really socialized or had stable friendships with anyone in the past.

He figured you also hadn't been in a relationship as well then. But your confirmation only made him happier. And you didn't seem like the type to just sleep with the next best boy you meet so he figured you also must be a virgin.

And he was eating it up.

Whenever he'd jerk himself off, he’d think about you and how fucking amazing you'd feel around him. How shy you would be in front of him once you two got intimate for the first time.

And after every time he came, he craved you even more. It took everything within him to refrain from picking you up and carrying you to his bed whenever you came over.

But he always told himself that the wait would be worth it.

He'd wait just for you, no matter how long it'd take.

"I just never got to form that kind of connection with anyone, since I barely talk to people.." You said as you played with the hem of your red sundress.

Yeah, you also started wearing dresses.

You told yourself that Nate wasn't the reason for it, but you knew that without him, you would have never considered wearing them in the first place.

You saw the way he looked at that one cheerleader, during one of his games last week and despite the fact that you never wanted to date him, you couldn't help but feel the urge to be... perfect in front of him.

Nate also noticed that.

Before, you'd just wear your baggy jeans to school, preferring comfort over style. But ever since last week, you seemed to constantly wear dresses and skirts.

Not only that, but you also did your best to appeal to him. You wore more make up, you shaved your arms despite not being too hairy to begin with. You put so much effort into looking even more beautiful than you were already.

He wasn't sure why though, because he didn't push you that much after you went to the boutique. He was praying that you only do it for him and not to impress any other boy at school though.

"Besides, it's useless anyways. Who knows when my father is gonna move again.." You said, suddenly feeling sad as you thought about your life without Nate.

Nate considered that as well.

He didn't like the idea at all and he'd do anything to stop that from happening. To stop your parents from taking you away from him.

Hell, he'd buy you a flat somewhere if he has to, or have you move in with him if that's what it took.

Nate took your hand in his, brushing his thumb over your knuckles "Hey, don't think about that alright? We'll find a solution if that should happen." he said reassuringly.

You nodded, a small smile on your face. You loved it when Nate was affectionate. You seemed to be the only person he was genuinely nice to.

"What about you though? I bet you had plenty of relationships." You grinned, his hand still comfortably wrapped around yours.

Nate chuckled "Yeah I didn't have that many relationships, but the ones I had were… intense." He answered "Oh, that bad?" you asked as you frowned at him.

He was more than glad you asked, because now he could finally tell you about Maddy and Cassie in a subtle way.

Once he was done, you’d never even consider believing them.

He nodded in response "Yeah... I was with Maddy for a pretty long time, do you know her?" he asked, hoping to find out whether she's talked to you or not.

You thought for a moment before nodding your head. "I think she's in one of my classes. Maddy... Perez?" Nate nodded, swallowing hard.

He was hoping you didn't know her, praying that the both of you never cross paths. But that was hopeless considering how popular she was.

"She's.. definitely something." You chuckled dryly as you couldn't help but compare yourself to her.

You didn't stand a chance with Nate if that's his type.

You always thought she was really pretty, and since she was on the cheerleading team, you knew she must be popular too. You always saw her with her group of friends and you admired her style, her beauty, her confidence, everything.

But she always seemed to give you weird looks and now you could imagine why. She probably was still in love with Nate, and didn’t like him having female friends.

Nate noticed the smile on your face falter just a slight bit, and he could only assume that she must've treated you badly that bitch, always causing fucking problems

"What do you mean?" You shrugged, unsure of how to explain it "She just... She's really pretty and I like her style. I wanted to compliment her before but she always gives me this look." You responded, your gaze locked onto the carpet.

Nate frowned at the thought of her.

How dare she even look your way? And how dare she make you feel uncomfortable? He could imagine why she was looking at you though, probably annoyed by how much time you and him spend, and how obedient you were already.

Something she could never do.

"But maybe I'm just imagining things, I might be a bit paranoid.. She's really pretty though, I bet the two of you looked great together.." Nate cringed at your words.

He couldn’t stand her, and the thought of everything he did for her, despite her acting like a bitch all the time, made his blood boil. The sound of her voice alone gave him chills, reminding him of how often she’d yell at him in front of her friends.

He's sure that you and him would look way better together.

"I'm honestly glad we're not together anymore.. She was awfully mean, and just so ungrateful." he sighed as he looked to the ground. "She constantly blamed me for everything when she was clearly at fault, fuck, she even..."

You weren't sure if you've seen Nate so vulnerable before, so hurt and all because of that girl. "…She even cheated on me at a party, in front of everyone, just because we had an argument." your eyes widened.

You did not expect Maddy to be such a bad person. Especially to someone like Nate, he seemed like he'd give his all to the person he loves. He was giving you his all and you weren't even his girlfriend.

You removed your hand from his, and scooted closer to him, wrapping your arm around his firm back and leaning your head against his arm. "I'm so sorry Nate.. you didn't deserve that.." You said as you stroked his back.

Nate suddenly got goosebumps, not expecting you to hug him like that. He was convinced he deserved an oscar for that performance, that's for sure. He leaned into your touch, enjoying how close he was to you, and the sweet scent of your perfume.

"It's alright... I got over it eventually. Sometimes people just disappoint you and you have to learn to live with it." he responded.

Which was an absolute fucking lie.

He still wanted to hurt her for humiliating him like that back at the pool, and he also still prays for her downfall and a chance to humiliate her just as bad.

You lifted your head and looked at him "We don't have to speak about her anymore if you don't want to. I'll even slap her for you if you want." you said half jokingly.

You'd never purposefully hurt anyone, or risk being the center of attention at school. But you just wanted to see Nate happy. He seemed so sad right now and even if he said he's over it, you knew he wasn't.

Nate chuckled before wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you flat against his chest "There's no need for that. I'm just glad that you're here right now, you're all I need." He said as he stroked your shoulder.

You tried not to freak out.

The fact that he held you so close and literally told you that you're all he needed made you feel things, you didn't want to feel.

You didn't want to feel like he liked you more than just in a platonic way. You didn't want to get your hopes up, hell you didn't even want to have a crush on him.

You were so sure that you didn't have a chance, especially when he told you who his ex girlfriend was, but then why did he treat you like that? Why did he tell you you were all he needed?

“Do you also know Cassie, by chance?” he asked after a moment of silence. You thought for a moment, before shaking your head. He sighed, both in relief and in annoyance as he remembered her.

“Cassie and I also used to date. But she turned into an absolute psycho after some time. She was totally obsessed with me…” Nate explained before he sighed. “If she ever talks to you, tell me, alright? Same with Maddy, don’t talk to any of them.” he added suddenly very serious.

You nodded in response “What exactly did she do..? If you don’t mind me asking.” You asked carefully, since it seemed to be a touchy subject for him.

“She was.. possessive, unpredictable, and insecure. I was scared of her sometimes I can’t even lie... She just has this insane look in her eyes, at first I didn’t notice it but as our relationship progressed, I couldn’t ignore it anymore.”

Your eyes widened once again. If she really was that possessive over Nate, what if she thinks you two are together? Would she actually hurt you? You swallowed hard at the thought.

Nate observed your reaction, taking notice of how pale you became suddenly He didn't mean to scare you, but he had to warn you, in order to protect you from both of them.

"Jeez, that's... actually scary." you chuckled dryly, not sure how to react to the newfound information. "Don't worry though, I'll protect you from them, you got nothing to worry about." he said as he looked at you longingly.

Would it be too soon to ask you to be his now?

Probably the wrong moment to ask you, since he just told you about his crazy ex girlfriends. But he didn't want to wait any longer, he couldn't wait much longer.

Not when his need for you became stronger and stronger.

Sure, being your friend and spending time with you was amazing. You were sweet, funny and you wouldn't refuse him a thing. But it wasn't enough for him, not really.

He needed to act soon, because it frustrated him more and more each day. Nate just had to catch you talking to a boy from your class and it made him furious.

Not to mention how sexually frustrated he was.

His hand was not enough to satisfy him anymore, he craved so much more and that only caused him to be insufferable at times, unable to relax and always in a bad mood.

He really tried his hardest not to lash out on you like he did on McKay or his teammates. He was sure that if Cassie dared to approach him or you he'd absolutely lose his shit.

“Didn’t know you were home yet.”

You and Nate turned towards the person who just entered the living room in unison. It was Nate’s brother Aaron.

Great.

Nate rolled his eyes and sighed. Why was he home already? “Yeah, school ended earlier today.” He replied drily. He did not want Aaron to interact with you in any way, since he knew how off putting he could be.

“Let’s go,” Nate got up as he looked at you with a cold expression. You knew not to ask any questions when he got like this, so you just nodded and got up from the sofa.

“Woah, who are you? New girlfriend?” Your eyes widened as you laughed nervously “Oh, n-no we’re just really good friends.” You stated as you smiled at his brother.

And it bothered Nate so much. Why were you smiling at him? He knew you only wanted to be polite, but it bothered him because Aaron wasn’t worthy of your politeness or smile.

He wanted to be the only guy you smile at, even though that’s basically impossible with how fucking nice you were.

Aaron smiled back at you, as he playfully tilted his head to the side “That’s surprising, d’you have a boyfriend already?” He asked before he looked you up and down “Because you’re definitely Nate’s type.”

The room fell silent for a moment, mostly because you didn’t know what to say to that at all, and because Nate tried his hardest not to turn into an aggressive asshole in front of you.

You once again chuckled nervously, before you swallowed the lump in your throat, feeling like your heart would jump out any moment. “Um… I don’t have a boyfriend and I’m sure that I’m not Nate’s type.”

You didn’t even know why you said the last part, because you could tell that Nate was fuming more and more with each word you said to him. Before Aaron could respond, Nate did “Alright enough, Aaron, we’ll head upstairs now if you don’t mind.”

Aaron sighed exaggeratedly “That’s too bad, I really enjoyed the company of…?” he said as he looked towards you now “Y/n.” You responded, and Aaron nodded “Y/n, go ahead, you know where my room is.” Nate commanded.

You really wish it didn’t, but his demanding tone and sudden change of persona really did something to you. It excited you in a way.

You nodded and walked towards the hallway, where Aaron was standing. Before you could pass him though, he moved in front of you, looking down at you with a predatory grin “You know, if Nate doesn’t want you, I’d be totally down-”

Your eyes widened in response as you heard Nate stomping towards the two of you.

Nate had more than enough by now, “Shut the fuck up already!” He almost yelled. Aaron chuckled “I was just joking around why’re you so mean in front of your cute little friend?” He mocked before smirking at you again.

Nate turned towards you, this time even more irritated “Go upstairs, now.” You gulped and finally moved towards the stairs again, quickly making your way up.

You were sitting on Nate’s bed as you could hear his deep voice downstairs and you were sure he’d actually beat his brother up. You couldn’t make out what he was saying except for a very loud “Stay the fuck away from her!”

You didn’t have to wait for long until Nate entered the room, slamming the door shut behind him. He eyed you with a mixture of possessiveness and longing but also with a hint of softness.

His mind was currently occupied with fantasies about fucking you on his bed, while you moan about how good he feels, and how he’s the only one you need, while his brother is forced to listen to your moans that echo through the entire house. Knowing he could never be lucky enough to be in his spot.

He wondered if you’d be into that? If you had this corrupt side that no one knew about. Maybe you fantasized about him as well?

“Sorry about my brother, he’s a fucking asshole.” Nate stated as he walked towards you. “I hope he didn’t make you feel too uncomfortable..” He added as his gaze softened.

You shook your head, your signature smile on your lips “No, don’t worry. Are you okay though? I hope you guys didn’t fight too hard..”

He loved how considerate you were despite everything that happened. Despite Nate being somewhat rude to you earlier, and his brother making you uncomfortable, you still cared for Nate.

“No, not much more than we usually do, don’t worry.” He sighed as he plopped down on the bed next to you. “Wanna watch a movie?” He asked as he tilted his head to the side. You smiled and nodded in response.

Nate turned his TV on and grabbed the remote before he plopped down onto his bed again. He scooted towards you, wrapping his arm around you and you could’ve sworn you’ve never felt more at peace than in moments like these. Nestled against him, comfortably on his bed.

And Nate felt the same way, if not even more at peace.

You were his escape from his fucked up family just as much as he was yours, and you were the only one he truly cared for besides himself. He couldn’t wait until he could finally call you his.

In his eyes you were his already, from the moment he first laid eyes on you. And he’s come so far, molded you into perfection. There’s no way he’d let you go.

All that was left now, was to make you officially his.

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Fall_ Chapter 1

This is a Nate Jacobs x Original character fanfiction.

I never thought I would write a fanfiction let alone one one Nate Jacobs but here it is. To whoever is reading this, do tell me if you'd like a second chapter.

Fujimoto Autumn Mehra. My name never made sense to anyone who came across it. Was Fujimoto my first name and Autumn a middle name? What does it mean and were my parents' anime fans to have named me like that? All elements in my name seemed out of place, like pieces of a puzzle that didn’t fit in together, like crooked teeth that had to be straightened out by braces and invisalign for life, like pairs of socks that are bound to get lost in the washer.

Having asian parents isn’t just the description I can go by, my mother’s japanese and my father’s indian, my grandparents moved to the United states way back somewhere in the 60s or 70s, I’m not really sure, I only see them twice a year, during thanksgiving and christmas, american holidays, much to their dismay. My name begins with my mother’s last name, like all japanese names do, and ends with my father’s like most names do, Autumn is my first name, stuck in between two last names. My parents apparently met each other in kumon classes, they lived in the same neighbourhood and eventually they fell in love. That’s the version they have told me but I’m pretty sure there’s more to the story than they have told. I’m pretty sure my grandparents weren’t exactly elated by their falling in love, that is the only logical reason as to why they are so distant as compared to other asian grandparents.

My father used to be a professor back in New York university, he taught History. One day while coming back from work, his car toppled over the freeway, he succumbed to his injuries before reaching the hospital. I was eight and my brother Hunter was two. Our mother couldn’t bear to stay in New York anymore, and it was hard to afford a city like New York as a single mother with two kids, hence we moved to East Highland, a town in California. Apparently, there lived her childhood best friend, Marsha, her real estate venturing husband, Cal Jacobs, got us a house just opposite theirs. Mum started her flower shop business, which as of now has been going well, she grows her own flowers, which eventually led to a green house being built in our backyard. And I’m right now in the said greenhouse, rechecking the sprinklers so that the plant roots don’t rot due to the excessive water.

My mother, Fujimoto Haruki, has gone off to her parents, who live on the other side of the Golden state from us with my brother, and I’m left here, home alone. Grandpa had fallen down some stairs, I was supposed to go too, but I decided against it, somehow I convinced mum that I'd look after the greenhouse while she was gone. My last year of high school starts in a week, and even though I’m not really excited for it, I’d love to have something to do apart from sleeping, reading and checking the greenhouse. Summer is a season of boredom, everything feels warm, humid, gaseous, sticky and yucky. There’s this constant feeling of humid anticipation lurking in the thick atmosphere that you just so desperately want to cut through. Everything is too bright, and I find nothing to be amusing in perspiring all the while dressed in clothes that barely cover you yet stick to your body like a second skin. I have always loved winters and the cold, I can put on ten layers of clothing but I cannot take my skin off.

I entered the house and locked the back door behind me, double checking the lock. That’s when there was a knock on the front door.

“Autumn?”

That was Nathaniel Jacobs, Marsha and Cal’s son. Not to be cliche, but Nathan is everything I would like to be away from. He’s a typical jock, and was the quarterback of our High school’s football team. He used to date Madeliene Perez, the star cheerleader, and was also physically abusing her which led him to be suspended for a week, the rumors said he choked her but those were false allegations, at least that’s what the rumors say, I don’t believe them. He then dated Madeliene’s best friend Cassie Howard, but broke up with her after her sister’s school play and Cassie’s break down. The high school Nate Jacobs was like a rogue, parties, alcohol, sex and everything and anything out of a high school drama that makes you question if teenagers are supposed to be like that or not.

However, the Nathan I’m supposed to know is quite different. This Nathan is someone my mother trusts blindly, a guy she can trust her daughter with. I have never tried to take her out of this delusion, as he behaves the part around me, and honestly I’m too scared to be in the face of the other Nathan. The Nathan I know is strangely enough, humble, speaks softly in the manner he speaks with his mother, almost as if he is incapable of the violence he can and had caused.

I open the door, and Nathan stands on my front porch in his pajamas, dressed out of the jeans that he was wearing an hour ago as he probably came back from another party even though it was just eight in the evening.

“The electrician is coming by tomorrow morning, you are staying the night at ours.” He said, smiling down at me, he is almost a foot taller than me, most people are.

“Yeah, mum called to tell me. I’ll go get my night bag from upstairs.” I said, moving away from the door.

“Its pretty dark inside, do you need some help?” He asked, stepping inside and switching on his phone’s flashlight.

“No thanks, but can you please check on all the locks please.” I said.

“Yeah sure.” He said, as I climbed up the stairs to my room, I could feel that smile on his face, that nice smile.

This Nathan Jacobs is someone I have known since childhood, the courteous kid who was always there to help me out with stuff in school, walk or drive me and my brother back from school if he didn’t have football practise, help the mothers with the shop, literally the perfect childhood guy friend you could think off. However, in school, no one knows we are this close, we drifted apart naturally through middle school as he joined his own clique of friends and I continued being the weird kid. He raved through football games and parties and violence. He hid that part of his life from me quite well, or so he thought, or maybe he knows I’m aware of that side of him, but I guess even he doesn’t want to acknowledge all that.

“Hey, are you ready to go?” Nathan popped in suddenly at my bedroom door and his voice startled me and I stubbed my toe at the edge of my bed.

“Shit, I’m so sorry! Are you hurt? Let me see!” Nathan said, rushing over to me.

“No it's fine, just give me a moment.” I said, as I rubbed my toe and Nathan picked up my bag.

“Do you have everything you need?” He asked, flashing his phone around the room, as I recovered and limped to the door.

“Yes, let’s go. It's suffocating here.” I said.

I kinda felt feverish, there was an uncomfortable feeling in my throat and my head felt like cotton candy, a dull headache rising, I really wanted to lie down somewhere cool and soft.

I felt Nathan’s hands on my shoulders guiding me through the darkness. We got out of the front door, Nathan locked it and walked across the street to his house.

Aunt Marsha was in the living room when we entered.

“Autumn, you look pale! Are you feeling okay?” She asked, coming over to cup my cheeks.

“It’s just the heat.I had to also check in the greenhouse before coming over.” I said sitting down on the couch, loving the coolness inside the house. Nathan had gone into the kitchen and gotten me a glass of water, that he watched me sip on slowly. It was hard to swallow, I might get a fever.

“Let’s go upstairs, you’ll feel better in the air con in my room.” Nathan said, offering me his hand.

“Yup, you guys do that, I’ll call you guys downstairs for dinner when it's ready.” Aunt Marsha said as she moved to the kitchen.

“Can I have some more water please? Also I need to take a shower too.” I said, looking at Nathan, taking his hand.

“Yeah sure, you go upstairs, I’ll be right behind you.” He said, giving me my duffel bag.

Its strange to have access to Nathan’s room so easily for anyone, he has never let any of his girlfriends snoop around in his room or even left them alone in his room, but I have seen this room through all its phases. Posters of cars all around, bands and them eventually being torn down by his father and him. I know he saved some of them and hid them under his bed. Now his room walls are empty and just a dull blue grey. His room is always neat, everything is in its designated place, unlike my room where everything is a hopeless organised mess. As kids we used to have sleepovers quite often, now they are rare. I have no idea how our mothers let us be in the same room, however ever since we became teenagers, he’s let me have the bed and would sleep in a sleeping bag on the floor. It made me feel bad, and I had offered to switch places every time but he had declined the offer and slept on the floor.

Nathan’s room smelled like lemongrass when I entered, the type mum puts in tea. I placed my duffel in his closet, took out a fresh set of pajamas to wear and my bathing stuff, I didn’t want to smell like whatever guys these days use to shower, however I realised I had forgotten to carry my shower gel bottle. I contemplated going back to my house and getting it. It wouldn’t take that long, but the cool air from the air con soothed the heat over my head and the sweat in my scalp made me decide otherwise, I’d do with whatever Nathan used for today.

His bathroom smells like lemongrass too. I locked the door behind me and set my clothes on the hanger, there was a fresh towel on the counter. I walked to the shower, and that’s when I noticed the shower gel I use and a loofa placed beside men’s toiletry products. Did Nathan sometimes use this shower gel because it smells nice or has this been left here by one of his girlfriends? Whatever it was, I was itching to shower and get out of my sweaty clothes. It wasn’t like I wasn’t familiar with this space but I really didn’t like holding up someone else’s bathroom for too long.

My shower was long as usual even though I tried to work fast. I got out of the bathroom and Nathan was entering his room.

“I’m sorry. I can go out if you want…” He said taking a step outside.

“No, it's alright. I’m done.” I said, putting away the wet towel.

“Okay. Dinner’s gonna take sometime, I think your mum called.” He said, sitting on his bed

I nodded. I thought he’d be downstairs and I’ll get my skincare done but now that he was here, I felt hesitant, holding my pouch of skincare.

“You know Autumn, if you are uncomfy, you can say so to me.” Nathan said, looking up from his phone, breaking me out of my trance.

“Oh no, I just need to do my skincare, I hope you don’t feel weird if I do so.” I said. I had overheard Madeliene Perez in school once how Nathan didn’t like waiting on her as she did her skincare, and wasn’t the type to try some with his girlfriend, but the next thing that he said shocked me.

“Oh. That’s what you do every night. Do you mind if I try some?” He asked moving over to me.

“Oh I mean… I hope you have your face washed then…” I said, looking up as he towered a foot over me and I tried to not to cower.

“Guide me through it ma’am.” He said.

He had a five o’clock beard, Nathan never had a beard in high school, maybe because he played football, and his hair was longer too. He was taking a gap year apparently, with everything that had gone down with his father leaving. It was understandable, he did need time, he already had a football scholarship to some universities, but we rarely ever spoke of academics as he was a year above me, but now we would be leaving for college at the same time.

The sleepovers only happen on thanksgiving, lunar year and christmas. Nathan always helps the mothers around, always checks up on Hunter and I, drives us to and from school ever since he got his car, unless he has practise, always pretends we don’t know each other when his friends are around, he always too violent and has this image of masculinity to maintain in town, Nate Jacobs, the former star quarterback.

But Nathan, who claims that I’m his best friend, always seems to be leading me on into thinking otherwise since middle school.

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Baby Daddy || Jacob Elordi x reader

Summary: Jacob being a protective dad 😌

Warnings: fem!reader

Wc: 475

A/n: can we just agree that Jacob holding a small baby in his HUGE arms would be the cutest and hottest thing ever 😃😭 I need to see this irl. Posting a Coryo fic later today!!! Also really need to do a Jacob Elordi masterlist lol, will do later today!

Emerging from the grocery store, you held bags in both hands while Jacob effortlessly juggled your one-year-old daughter in one arm and a bag of groceries in the other.

The California sun casts a warm glow as you make your way to the car, Jacob holding your precious daughter, Sydney, in his strong arms. His large frame makes her appear even tinier as he cradles her close.

As you approach the car, Jacob’s keen eyes spot a group of paparazzi in the distance. He instinctively shields Sydney’s face, a protective gesture you’ve both mastered in these public moments.

Jacob glances at you, concern in your eyes, “We should be fine, they’re far away anyways,” Jacob assures you as you unlock the car.

As Jacob secures Sydney in the car seat, you glance over at the paparazzi. Some of them notice Jacob’s protective actions and start snapping pictures even more eagerly.

You could feel their invasive gaze, but your focus remained on Sydney, shielding her from the intrusive lenses from the front seat of the car.

As Jacob buckled up your daughter, he could sense you were uncomfortable, glancing at the paparazzi from time to time. He knew how much it meant to you to keep Sydney’s upbringing away from cameras as much as possible.

“I’m going to go talk to them,” Jacob says as you look at him with surprise. “Are you sure?” You lightly bite your lip as he nods, “Yeah, I’ll be quick,” Is all he says before he shuts the door.

You watch as Jacob makes his way to the group of paparazzi. You couldn’t hear what was being said of course but they seemed understanding about what Jacob was saying to them.

Jacob approached the group with a calm but firm demeanour. “Hey guys, I’m not sure if you’re aware but Y/n and I want to keep our daughter away from the public eyes as much as possible. And I know this is your job but could you please make sure to blur out Sydney’s face in the photos you’ve taken?”

One of the paparazzi’s, seemingly more considerate than the rest, responded, “Sure thing, Jacob. I don’t think we managed to photograph your daughter’s face,” He and the others all take a look through the photo’s they’ve taken whilst showing Jacob.

“But if we find one, we’ll make sure her face is blurred. No problem.” The man says as Jacob nods. “I appreciate it. Have a good day guys.”

As Jacob walked back to the car, you exchanged a relieved glance. As he climbs into the car, you felt a mixture of gratitude and exhaustion from the constant vigilance required to protect your family’s privacy.

You intertwine your hands with Jacob’s, expressing your gratitude, “Thank you for handling that.” A grateful smile adorns your face as he grins, bringing your intertwined hands close to his face and gently kissing your hand.

“Of course, I don’t need to think twice about doing something like that to protect Sydney,” Jacob affirms. He adjusts the rearview mirror, stealing a glance at Sydney in her car seat. Her curious eyes are fixed on the window, captivated by the passing palm trees.

Later that day, you were sent a tweet from Jacob’s sister. It’s from one of the paparazzi who interacted with Jacob earlier. The post details the encounter and emphasises Jacob’s kindness in handling the situation.

The tweet read, “Just had a run-in with Jacob Elordi, and gotta say, he’s one of the nicest celebs I’ve encountered. Asked us to blur out his daughter’s face, and even though we’re paparazzi, he handled it with grace. Big respect for him!”

As you read through the comments, you couldn’t help but smile at the overwhelming support from Jacob’s fans. Messages of admiration for his commitment to Sydney’s privacy flooded the comment section.

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jacobelordi: love you both so much ❤️

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caileespaeny: aweee

sydney_sweeney: I need to see little Syd like rn 😭

↘️ yourusername: your godchild misses you!

↘️ user1: Is anyone just finding out now that Sydney Sweeney is the the god mother of Jacob Elordi and Y/n Y/l/n’s daughter 😃

↘️ user2: I mean, it kinda makes sense ngl. Y/n and Sydney are childhood besties and then she names her own kid after her best friend.

user3: sometimes I forget Jacob Elordi isn’t single and has a child

user4: those recent pictures of him holding Sydney is doing something to me 🙂

↘️ user5: RIGHT!

↘️ user6: oh for sure.

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