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Straight White Boy Problem #926

*hanging with my bros*

bro: so dude….are you a boobs guy or an ass guy

me: *reading an ESPN article on my phone* what……what do you want?

Bro: ARE YOU A BOOB OR ASS GUY DUDE? ANSWER THE QUESTION

*all 6 of my bros are looking at me*

me: *puts my phone down calmly, looks all of them directly in the eye*…….ass is good

bros: *nodding in agreement* yes…yes..we concur with your decision congratulations bro

me: um…thanks guys

It's No Secret, Victoria.

Could I have an Nate imagine were I’m a VS MODEL and Nate and freshmen squad and Omaha boys are at our house and we’re boyfriend and girlfriend and the boots just make comments because it’s a commercial

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“Last one (Y/N)! I promise!” Bryant, my photographer, poses me one last time for the commercial we’re shooting for Victoria Secret.

“When is this airing?”

“Most likely tonight on channels like E! and ESPN. Alright! You know the drill.” I do what was asked of me, be sensual and sexy, but still show off the lingerie while I’m at it.

“Nice!” A familiar voice calls at me, and a cute dimpled boy peeps from behind Bryant.

“Nate! Hey!” I get up from the bed that I was lying on, getting up to give my boyfriend a kiss.

“Hey, what’s with the unexpected visit?” I question, because Nate hates coming to my photoshoots, it gets him too horny.

“Came to pick you up actually. You told me four. It’s four-thirty.”

“Oh! I’m so sorry baby. Just give me five minutes and I’ll be ready to go.” I quickly run to my dressing room, throwing on the pair of jeans and sweatshirt I was wearing before I came to this shoot. Bryant doesn’t hound me about keeping the lingerie now that I have a boyfriend.

The ride home was relatively silent, we never really talk during car rides, it used to be extremely awkward, but we’ve got over that.

Once we enter our house, the whole squad was here. The Jacks, Sam, John, Derek, Carter (Ew.), Pierre (Gross.), Emily, Madison, Nash, and Cameron. Piled into our living room, watching E! News, of course.

I go and sit down with Emily, all of us just watching until my commercial came on.

I braced myself for the over sexualized comments that were about to be made by my boyfriend’s friends.

“Damn, looking good (Y/N).” Derek starts, leaning forward.

“Shit, Nate. You’re one lucky man.” Nash continues.

I shift a bit in my seat, feeling extremely uncomfortable for a minute.

I look towards Nate, and he’s staring Pierre down, his menacing glare daring Pierre to make a comment about me.

“I don’t think we should be talking about her like this guys. She’s right there.” John nods his head in my direction, and everyone looks towards me.

“I don’t mind. I’m used to it.” I wave my hand, as if to brush off the notion. Although I’m grateful one of them decided to think about me.

Pierre starts to speak, “I swear if I had-”

“Keep your comments to yourself Pierre. That’s enough, from all of you.” Nate suddenly interjects.

“I’m just saying, she’s-”

“Cut it out!” He shouts, “Can’t you tell she’s uncomfortable?”

“Well if you don’t want people making comments about you, don’t go on television half naked like a whore.” Carter mumbles under his breath, loud enough for everyone to hear.

“You’re not the one to talk,” Nate sneers, “Last time I checked, my dick wasn’t all over the internet.”

“But my girlfriend’s a whore….hmm. Okay Carter.”

“Hey, don’t listen to Carter, he’s a prick.” Johnson leans over, whispering into my ear.

“I know. Still don’t understand why Nate still hangs out with him.”

As a way of saying he’s had enough of Carter’s bullshit, he gets up from his spot, pulling me into the kitchen with him.

“Hey, you didn’t have to do that. I would’ve been fine.”

“You wanted me to, and please say something if they’re making you uncomfortable. They’re my friends, I gotta check them sometimes.”

“Come on, they’re my friends too. I don’t mind,”

“Okay, but I’m beating Pierre’s ass if he looks at you like that. Carter too.”

“Thanks Nate, I needed that.” I smile, wrapping my arms around him.

“Anything for my lil mama.” He kisses my forehead, rocking the two of us back and forth.

It's No Secret, Victoria.

Could I have an Nate imagine were I’m a VS MODEL and Nate and freshmen squad and Omaha boys are at our house and we’re boyfriend and girlfriend and the boots just make comments because it’s a commercial

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~

“Last one (Y/N)! I promise!” Bryant, my photographer, poses me one last time for the commercial we’re shooting for Victoria Secret.

“When is this airing?”

“Most likely tonight on channels like E! and ESPN. Alright! You know the drill.” I do what was asked of me, be sensual and sexy, but still show off the lingerie while I’m at it.

“Nice!” A familiar voice calls at me, and a cute dimpled boy peeps from behind Bryant.

“Nate! Hey!” I get up from the bed that I was lying on, getting up to give my boyfriend a kiss.

“Hey, what’s with the unexpected visit?” I question, because Nate hates coming to my photoshoots, it gets him too horny.

“Came to pick you up actually. You told me four. It’s four-thirty.”

“Oh! I’m so sorry baby. Just give me five minutes and I’ll be ready to go.” I quickly run to my dressing room, throwing on the pair of jeans and sweatshirt I was wearing before I came to this shoot. Bryant doesn’t hound me about keeping the lingerie now that I have a boyfriend.

The ride home was relatively silent, we never really talk during car rides, it used to be extremely awkward, but we’ve got over that.

Once we enter our house, the whole squad was here. The Jacks, Sam, John, Derek, Carter (Ew.), Pierre (Gross.), Emily, Madison, Nash, and Cameron. Piled into our living room, watching E! News, of course.

I go and sit down with Emily, all of us just watching until my commercial came on.

I braced myself for the over sexualized comments that were about to be made by my boyfriend’s friends.

“Damn, looking good (Y/N).” Derek starts, leaning forward.

“Shit, Nate. You’re one lucky man.” Nash continues.

I shift a bit in my seat, feeling extremely uncomfortable for a minute.

I look towards Nate, and he’s staring Pierre down, his menacing glare daring Pierre to make a comment about me.

“I don’t think we should be talking about her like this guys. She’s right there.” John nods his head in my direction, and everyone looks towards me.

“I don’t mind. I’m used to it.” I wave my hand, as if to brush off the notion. Although I’m grateful one of them decided to think about me.

Pierre starts to speak, “I swear if I had-”

“Keep your comments to yourself Pierre. That’s enough, from all of you.” Nate suddenly interjects.

“I’m just saying, she’s-”

“Cut it out!” He shouts, “Can’t you tell she’s uncomfortable?”

“Well if you don’t want people making comments about you, don’t go on television half naked like a whore.” Carter mumbles under his breath, loud enough for everyone to hear.

“You’re not the one to talk,” Nate sneers, “Last time I checked, my dick wasn’t all over the internet.”

“But my girlfriend’s a whore….hmm. Okay Carter.”

“Hey, don’t listen to Carter, he’s a prick.” Johnson leans over, whispering into my ear.

“I know. Still don’t understand why Nate still hangs out with him.”

As a way of saying he’s had enough of Carter’s bullshit, he gets up from his spot, pulling me into the kitchen with him.

“Hey, you didn’t have to do that. I would’ve been fine.”

“You wanted me to, and please say something if they’re making you uncomfortable. They’re my friends, I gotta check them sometimes.”

“Come on, they’re my friends too. I don’t mind,”

“Okay, but I’m beating Pierre’s ass if he looks at you like that. Carter too.”

“Thanks Nate, I needed that.” I smile, wrapping my arms around him.

“Anything for my lil mama.” He kisses my forehead, rocking the two of us back and forth.