silk sheets and diamonds (nathaniel archibald drabble)
this is my first ever ‘Gossip Girl’ fic!!! I’m excited. it’s also longer than most drabbles lol oops? i’m sorry, chace crawford is just so fucking hot. also another late addition to my Valentine’s Day drabbles.
(remember that no gifs are mine!!! and pls listen to the song while you read this, it’s linked right below)
that’s what i like ft. Nathaniel Archibald
It was Blair’s 21st birthday party and you and Nathaniel were having a little too much fun. You both got a little too drunk on strawberry champagne and spent the night together at your condo in Manhattan.
You wake up, a little confused as your mind recalls the night before. A frenzy of silk white sheets and a fake fireplace run through your head. You look down at your bed and spot Nathan. Nathaniel Archibald. You pani as soon as you realize what happened last night and what could happen if anyone else found out.
“Nathaniel wake up,” you wrapped a sheet around yourself and nudge his shoulder repeatedly as you look for your clothes. “What the fuck happened last night?”
“We had sex,” Nathaniel groans and stretches, the comforter barely covering him from the waist down. His deep, raspy morning voice almost made you drop the sheet wrapped around you. Almost.
“I can see that,” you look anywhere but right at him as his eyes rake up and down your body. “I’m literally wrapped in a fucking bedspread. What are you eyeing?”
“I wrecked you over and over and over again last night,” he bites his bottom lip and grabs a hold of your wrist. “You look so fucking beautiful, god damn.”
“Please don’t,” you whisper and tug your hand away from his.
“What?” He sits up, perfect brows furrowed over his gorgeous blue eyes. A strand of his hair fell across his forehead and it takes every ounce of your willpower to not brush it back.
“Do you remember what happened when you and Serena had sex? Do you remember the fall-out between her and Blair?” You bite your bottom lip and look up at him. “It seems like getting drunk at Blair’s parties and having sex with a best friend of hers is your favorite pastime.”
“Don’t do that,” Nathaniel sits up and shakes his head. “Don’t fucking do that, Y/N.”
“What? Am I wrong?” You look over to him, not expecting the amount of passion and anger residing in his eyes.
“Yes, you’re fucking wrong. I’ve been waiting for this for years. I don’t think you understand just how badly I want you,” he glares at you, turning the other way as he looks for his clothes.
“Nathaniel…” you whisper his name, not sure what to say next.
“Look, I get it. You didn’t want this and you’re scared it’ll ruin your friendship with Blair and Serena. You regret it,” he whispers that last part, the pain in his voice clear. “I won’t tell anyone anything.”
“You think I regretted last night?” You whisper and Nathan’s head immediately turns to face you. “I’ve wanted to get my hands on you since before you and Blair started dating. I’ve thought about the mind-blowing sex we could have, I’ve thought about how you’d sound the morning after. Trust me, I don’t regret spending the fucking night with you.”
“L-look I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you it’s just–”
“I know. I didn’t handle things as well as I could have. I woke you up while I was panicking over what could go wrong,” you chuckle and he smiles softly at you.
God you love his fucking smile. You reach your hand over and gently brush the stray hairs out of his face. The smile on his face grows and you cup his face, gently rubbing your thumb across his jaw as he closes his eyes and leans into your touch. You bite your bottom lip and drop the sheet that was wrapped tightly around you. You push it off and scoot closer to Nathaniel.
“Hey, Nathan?” You whisper, your breath fanning across his lips as his eyes shoot open. They grow wide as he takes in every inch of your naked form: from the moles on your shoulders to the tiger stripes along your sides. His hands wrap around your waist and he lets out a low groan.
“God you’re fucking beautiful,” he whispers, growing more aroused by each passing second.
“Care to try this out sober?” You lay soft kisses against his jaw and he sighs loudly, his grip tightening around your waist.
“I’d love nothing more,” he smirks, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your neck. “We can try wrecking my beach house next? There’s a real fireplace there.”
“Mmm, I can’t wait,” you tangle your fingers in his hair and tug. “This is only between us. No one else can know.”
“No one else will know, I swear I–”
“And you can’t see anyone else while this is going on,” you lick a stripe from the base of his throat past his Adam’s apple stopping once you reach his bottom lip.
“That’s what I like to fucking hear,” he growls and breaks out of your grip, flipping you around so that he’s on top. He pins your hands over your head and smirks, grabbing a bottle of champagne from the side of the bed. “Ready to have some fun?”