#Nathan Bateman ex Machina
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5.2k | 18+ MDNI | Nathan Bateman x f!reader
Warnings: pwp, D/s dynamic, vaginal fisting, object insertion, p in v (kind of), edging, pussy & face slapping, degradation, dacryphilia, soft(ish) Nathan Summary: Nathan punishes you for being a spoiled brat by edging you in various ways. A/N: I donât have an excuse for this one...please just know that itâs not my fault. Itâs his. Can be read alone or together with my other Nathan fics. Enjoy and let me know what you think! đ¤
âI didnât tell you to stop, did I?â he asks you with a raised eyebrow, his fingers lightly tracing your naked belly. âGo on.âÂ
You shakily exhale, the sensation of Nathanâs touch overwhelming your already oversensitive body. Nathan knows perfectly well that every caress, every contact sends your brain into a frenzy, rendering coherent thought or speech impossible. The self-satisfied smirk on his stupid, handsome face tells you as much.
The fact that heâs stroking his cock while sitting on his heels between your spread legs isnât helping either.
Not at all.Â
âHey,â he slaps you hard across the face when you take too long to answer him. âIâm not telling you again.â
The dark glint in his eyes and the harshness of the slap tell you that he means it. His stinging hand goes back to caressing your naked belly, moving further up to your exposed tits.Â
You take a second to process the searing pain spreading across your cheek before your brain urges you to speak. âIâm sorry, it justââ Your voice catches in your throat as hot tears well up and trickle down your temples. Your whole body is trembling. âIt hurts so bad.â
A sob escapes your quivering lips. Theyâre swollen and bruised from all the nipping and sucking Nathanâs been doing over the past hour, dried blood visible in the left corner from where he struck you particularly hard. Â
Nathan chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners, his whole face lighting up with genuine joy at your despair. âIf you think this little show of yours is gonna get you out of your punishment, youâre mistaken, baby. Now get the fuck on, or Iâll double it.â
His hand explores your left tit, caressing it, squeezing it, savoring the feeling of your warm, soft skin.Â
âI donât deserve to come because Iâm a spoiled brat,â you whine as he brushes over your erect nipple, a jolt of electricity shooting through you.
âHmm, is that so?â he asks facetiously, pinching your nipple and tugging on it so hard you cry out and yank at the cuffs binding you to Nathanâs bed, writhing in pain and ecstasy.
At this point, you could probably come from him pinching your nipple long enough.
âYes,â you pant, your chest heaving as heâs moved on to your right tit, circling your nipple with the pad of his middle finger.
âYou know, itâs funny. I hear your words, but I still donât think you actually mean them.â
Nathan abandons his cock to reach for the bottle of lube on the nightstand, pouring a generous amount of the cold fluid onto his right hand. Your alert eyes follow each of his movements, and a whimper escapes your lips as you realize whatâs coming.
ââCause you wouldnât be such a whiny crybaby if you really meant what you said,â he sighs, his dark eyes studying your face with satisfaction. Youâre sweaty, teary-eyed, desperate, and undeniably beautiful.Â
He spreads the lube over his fingers, his palm, and the back of his hand, meticulously coating them in the slick substance. With a swift motion, he wipes his left hand on the towel beside your torso before sliding his lubed-up fingers up and down your puffy folds. Your eyes flutter shut at his touch, and a moan escapes your lips as you eagerly arch your hips, craving more of his touch.
A harsh slap on your swollen, oversensitive clit jolts your eyes back open as you cry out in agony. Overwhelming pain shoots through your body, leaving you gasping and writhing against the restraints. Desperately, you attempt to wriggle away and close your legs, but the taut ropes donât allow you to move much at all.
Theyâre attached to the cuffs around your wrists and your thighs, right above your knees, connected to the headboard. You have no chance of getting away.
Youâre bound, helpless, spread openâcompletely at Nathanâs mercy.
The stinging sensation from his slap is so painful that a fresh wave of tears streams down your temples, your attempts to stifle the pained noises leaving your lips proving futile.
âI decide how and when to touch you, slut,â Nathan purrs in a deceptively calm voice. âYou understand?â
When you donât respond quickly enough, he delivers another sharp strike to your clit, eliciting a mixture of yelps from you, blending agony and elation. Your bodyâs wound so tightly that if he keeps this up, heâll make you come from his slaps alone.
âYes,â you blurt out, tears stinging your eyes. âI understand.â
Nathanâs been edging you for what feels like an eternityâtorturing you with his tongue, his fingers, his voice. Each time heâd get you close to coming, heâd stop all movement, reveling in the progressively more desperate pleas and screams falling from your lips.Â
âWhatâs your color, baby?â
He watches your face intently as he slides three fingers inside you in one swift movement, leisurely fucking your dripping wet pussy.
âGreen,â you moan, arching your back as your walls clamp down hard around Nathanâs digits. His left hand grips your thigh, his fingertips digging into your skin.
Satisfied with your answer, he pulls his fingers out of you and glides his lubed-up hand through your folds, tracing a path from your swollen clit down to your asshole. After thoroughly covering you in lube, he withdraws his hand and looks at your face. Your eyes are filled with lust, your pupils dilated, your gaze locked onto Nathanâs dark eyes.
âMmm, I love when you look at me like that, slut,â he murmurs, brushing his fingertips over your clit.
The low sounds of pleasure from your lips are sweet, but Nathanâs searching for harder sounds of ecstasy.
Holding onto your hip with his left hand, he slides his fingers back inside you, adding his pinky this time, slowly pushing all four fingers all the way in. You gasp as he stretches you, holding his fingers inside you so you can adjust to them. Encouraged by your desperate noises, he rotates his hand clockwise and counter-clockwise, feeling your muscles gradually yield and welcome the intrusion.
Your body trembles under his touch, each sensation sparking a surge of electricity that courses through you, igniting every nerve ending with a fiery intensity.
With an extra little push, the big knuckles of Nathanâs hand press against your glistening, stretched lips, your moans escalating into a squeal of ecstasy.
âOh, fuck, Nathan!â
He holds his hand still for a moment, scanning your face for any signs of discomfort, before easing back an inch and gradually sliding back in. Your body responds with urgency, writhing against the restraints as you moan and whimper at the sensation of Nathan's knuckles disappearing inside you.
âAlmost there, my filthy little whore,â he murmurs, amazed by the elasticity of your pussy.Â
He squeezes more lube onto his exposed hand and maintains the slow, rhythmic in-and-out movement. After a minute, he reaches the point where all he has to do is tuck in his thumb and push, and his hand would slide in the rest of the way.
âYou wanna feel my fist inside you, slut?â Nathanâs dark eyes pierce yours, the hunger you can see in them causing your pussy to clench around his fingers.
âYes,â you let out, breathless, helpless. Youâre a puddle from his touch, and all you want is for him to keep filling you, your desire for him insatiable.
After a few more pumps, he pulls his fingers out almost completely, and moves his thumb into their wet embrace. Slowly, savoring the delicious feeling of your warm cunt around his fingers, he pushes all five digits into you, past the first knuckles, past the second knuckles, holding them still for a moment, listening to your breath, to your rising sounds of ecstasy.
Nathan begins to move his hand out slightly, then in slightly, his wrist twisting subtly with each motion. With every inward push, his hand penetrates a little deeper, methodically stretching you and testing your limits. He halts with the base of his thumb resting against your opening, teasingly maneuvering his hand in and out before applying pressure once more.
Each push elicits another moan from you as his hand slips deeper, gradually stretching you open. To distract you, he pinches your clit as the base of his thumb disappears inside you.Â
âThatâs it, baby,â he encourages you as his hand slides fully into your cunt, your muscles closing around his wrist. He keeps his hand still, allowing your body to adjust to the stretch.
You moan, deep and low, trying not to move at all. Any movement touches upon his hand inside and causes a delicious pain heâs only made you feel once before. Gasping for air, you struggle to maintain your composure.
âBreathe, baby. Slowly, in and out,â Nathan coaxes, his voice a soothing contrast to the intensity of the moment.
You let your head fall back onto the soft pillow and do as instructed, focusing on slowing your breath and calming your racing heart.
âThatâs a good girl,â he coos. âYou feel so fucking good.â
Nathanâs in heaven. There is nothing in the world he could ever buy or create to equal the intoxicating rush of power heâs feeling right now. With deliberate care, he curls his fingers into a fist, and he holds you, owns you completely. In this moment, you are wholly his, lost in ecstasy, panting and whimpering as your body submits to his command.
He feels your walls tense, wrapping tightly around his fist, then relax slightly. Your face contorts in agonized bliss as he rotates his wrist, feeling the walls of your flesh rub against his hand and knuckles.Â
âOh fuck,â you groan as he begins to slowly thrust his fist in and out of you, the squelching sounds coming from your dripping hole amplifying the arousal between you both.
âIâmâIâm so full. Itâshitâit feels too good, Nathan. Youâreâoh fuckâyouâre gonna make me come like this.âÂ
âLook at you,â Nathan chuckles, increasing the pace of his strokes, while his other hand pinches your clit. You yelp, feeling yourself edging closer with every movement of his fist inside your cunt.
âYouâre a filthy little whore, arenât you?â he says, his breathing labored. âYeah, you are. Letting me destroy your pussy like this and enjoying it. Filthy.â
You rock your hips, your body responding eagerly to Nathanâs touch, every sensation heightened to an almost unbearable intensity. Suddenly, you feel the overwhelming urge to come, knowing you canât hold it back much longer.
âPlease, Nathan, can I please come?â you cry out, your pussy contracting around his hand, your legs trembling. âPlease, IâI canâtââ
You hear his harsh voice, âNo, baby. You better hold it or youâll be in even more trouble.â
You barely comprehend what he says to you, but you can tell by the sound of his voice that heâs not going to relent. He doesnât give you a second to rest, continuously sliding his slick hand in and out of your pussy, greedily absorbing your delicious groans.
You close your eyes as you strain every single muscle in your body, biting your lip so hard you can taste blood, doing everything in your power to resist tipping over the edge.
âOpen your eyes,â Nathanâs voice penetrates your foggy mind. âLook at me.â
You have to fight to open your eyelids.
Nathanâs gaze darkens, locking onto yours, willing you to keep your focus on him. Your body is slick with sweat, chest heaving with each labored breath as you find yourself enveloped in a hazeâa trance of pure ecstasy, pain, and submission.
Nathanâs eyes drift downwards to where your bodies are connected, marveling at the sight of his wrist wrapped by your eager lips. His cock is throbbing, leaking precum onto the bed, begging for release. With a sense of reverence, he holds his hand still inside of you for a few moments longer, relishing the sensation, all while studying your expression and absorbing the symphony of your blissful pain.
âPlease, Nathan,â you whine, tears welling up in your eyes, spilling over, and running down your temples. Nathanâs cock twitches at the sight.
âNo, baby, youâre not allowed to come,â he says calmly, his tone laced with feigned pity, even as he continues to slide his fist in and out consistently. His eyes bore into yours and you feel like heâs penetrating your soul.
âYou came into the lab looking like a hooker, interrupting my work because you were bored. I explained to you that I was busy and that youâd have to wait until I was done. You were mouthy and acted like an entitled princess, so I told you to leave and that youâd be punished. This is your punishment. Youâre not allowed to come for a week and during that time, Iâll edge you as much as I please.â
âI know, I know,â you stammer, your voice breaking. âIâm soâsorry, Nathan, please.â
âNot good enough, baby. You made your choice, and now you have to face the consequences like a big girl.â
Feeling your walls flutter around his fist and hearing your moans grow louder, Nathan stops all movement, keeping his hand nestled inside you, waiting patiently for the wave of ecstasy to subside.
Your pathetic whimpering only serves to fuel Nathanâs arousal further, his cock aching to finally get some relief. Deciding that youâve been stretched enough for what heâs got planned for you, he begins the slow process of withdrawing his hand from your cunt.
âDeep breaths, baby,â he whispers, lightly brushing over your clit with his left thumb.
âOh, fuck! Fuck, fuck fuck!â Your cries echo through the room as your tortured pussy begins again to open wide for him.
âThatâs it,â Nathan murmurs, his voice a husky blend of primal satisfaction and raw desire, on the verge of coming untouched as he watches his hand slowly sliding out of his favorite place in the world, your trembling, slick lips parting reluctantly to release him.
The gentle grazing of his hand against your walls ignites waves of exquisite pain, and as his knuckles spread you open, the sensation intensifies, stretching you to your limits and amplifying the pleasure coursing through your body.Â
âPlease, Nathan, please, please, please,â you whimper, your pleas escaping in a desperate cascade of need. Your mind wanders, losing itself in another realm where you soar, liberated and weightless.
Nathan can feel the involuntary pressure of your body starting to push him out, but he resists the pressure to avoid a sudden exit that might cause you to faint. He needs you awake.
âEasy, baby,â he whispers, softly stimulating your clit with his thumb again.
As his hand slowly emerges from your raw, sensitive pussy, your body begins to shudder. Your abused hole is gaping, liquid flowing from its opening. Your eyes are glossy as you look at Nathan, your tongue absentmindedly licking over your chapped lips.
He sits back on his heels and lightly pets your thighs, spreading the combination of lube and your slickness across your skin.Â
âColor, baby?â he asks, his eyes searching yours.
You take a deep breath before responding, âGreen.â
âVery good,â he acknowledges with a smile, giving your clit a tap before rising from the bed. âCause Iâm not done with you.âÂ
He walks over to the nightstand, picks up the glass of water, and brings it to your lips. With a supportive hand, he steadies your neck, encouraging you to take a few sips.
Satisfied with your intake, he gently lowers your head back onto the pillow and sets down the glass. Then, he retrieves something from the bottom drawer of the nightstand.
His smirk worries you.
As heâs moved away from the bed, your gaze is drawn to the mirrors opposite the bed, reflecting your disheveled form. You observe your puffy, glistening folds, the wet spot on the sheets between your legs, your red eyes, your bruised and bloody lipsâyouâre a complete mess. A complete, happy mess.Â
Nathan rounds the bed, standing in front of you with the object of his desire. It takes your hazy brain a few seconds to register what heâs holding in his hand, but when you do, your face falls, and all you can do is let out a pathetic little whimper.
No.Â
He wouldnâtâŚright?Â
Oh, who are you kidding, of course he would.
He scoffs at your shocked face as he spreads lube around the silicone fleshlight, taking his time to insert his slick fingers into the tight opening, humming in satisfaction at the sensation.
âDumb baby,â he coos sardonically. âDid you honestly think I was gonna fuck your loose pussy after I just ruined it with my fist? I wouldnât feel shit.â
He kneels on the bed before your spread legs again, pumping his cock slowly with his lubed-up hand. Your wide eyes follow his every movement, the desire to feel him deep inside you, to come around his cock, to have him fill you up consuming your entire being.
But you realize that none of that is going to happen.Â
Instead, Nathan teases your entrance with the fleshlight, eliciting a low moan from you. He starts pushing it in slowly, only an inch or two at a time, before smoothly withdrawing it again. The sensation is quite nice, like heâs fucking you with a thick dildo, and after having his whole fist inside you, the toy glides in and out of you without much resistance.
Finally, he pushes it in until itâs fully seated inside you, leaving it there to fill you completely.
âThatâs much better,â he says with a smirk as he brushes over the silicone clit and further upwards over yours a few times, then lines the tip of his cock up with the silicone lips that are beautifully framed by yours. He slides inside with one smooth thrust, groaning at the delicious feeling of the ribbed texture massaging his length.Â
âFuck me, that feels good,â Nathan moans, his cock twitching inside the fleshlight as he observes your pained expression. âSuch a perfect, tight pussy.â
He leans over you, his face hovering above yours, his hands resting on the bed next to your torso.
âDo you feel that, you little slut?â he murmurs as he thrusts his hips, his balls hitting your asshole repeatedly. âDo you feel how Iâm fucking this tight pussy, huh?â
When he notices tears welling up in your eyes, he crashes his lips onto yours, his tongue sliding between your lips with a fervent hunger. As you eagerly reciprocate his kiss, moaning into his mouth, you can taste yourself on his lips and beard from when he ate you out earlier, the heady flavor sending your senses reeling.
Breaking the kiss and straightening back up, Nathan firmly holds onto your thighs as he mercilessly fucks the fleshlight. His gaze never wavers as he tells you what a good little sleeve you are for his favorite pussy, how much he enjoys fucking it, or while detailing his plans to use it in your ass so you can cockwarm him all night long.
Every single word that spills from his lips has you dripping and moaning, lost in a whirlwind of desire and submission. Thereâs something so incredibly humiliating yet undeniably exciting about being taken by him like this.Â
You love hearing his groans, you love feeling his possessive grip on your thighs, you love the feeling of his cock slamming into the fleshlight inside youâbut at the same time, an increasingly big part of you is struggling with what you know is coming next.
Heâs going to have an orgasm and youâre not. Itâs your punishment.
The feeling of almost unbearable frustration that you know will well up within you when he fills the silicone pussy with his cum but leaves you aching is something you both crave and dread.
Youâll be all revved up with no possible release, and thatâs brutal.
You try to focus on the stimulation youâre getting from the fleshlight moving inside you as Nathan keeps fucking it. And, more importantly, you try your hardest to focus on the pleasure youâre making him feel, rather than getting preoccupied with the fact that you wonât be getting any physical release.
Most of the time when edges you, you donât have very much trouble with it, but for some reason today, itâs much more difficult for you to handle.
Nathan pulls you out of your thoughts as he moves his hands from your thighs to your tits and starts squeezing them so roughly that itâs painful. You guess that this means heâs about to comeâhe loves hurting you when heâs close.
Sure enough, a few strokes later heâs coming with a low groan, digging his nails deeply into your tits at the exact moment he shoots his load into the silicone pussy.
He keeps his cock buried deep inside the fleshlight for a few moments, allowing himself to empty his balls completely and catch his breath. Then, he leans back, letting his cock slide out. The sight of his cum dripping out of the fake pussy inside yours is something he wants to treasure forever.
And he canâthanks to the two 4k cameras recording everything that ever happens in his bedroom.
âRelax, baby,â you hear him say before you feel him slowly pull the fleshlight out of you. He lays it down on the towel next to you, then directs his attention to your gaping pussy. Mesmerized, he gently spreads your lips with his thumbs, his soft cock witching at the sight of your abused hole.
While Nathanâs inspecting you closely, like youâre an android heâs trying to perfect, your head is swimming with all the intense emotions youâre feelingâthe deep satisfaction and pride at having pleased Nathan by enduring his punishment, the physical pain, your own frustration.Â
Itâs all completely overwhelming.Â
Youâre just grateful that, now that itâs over, youâll have some time to calm down. Right now, you want to come desperately, and it will take you a while to get past that feeling, but you know youâll be able to manage it eventually.
Thatâs why youâre so shocked by the sudden sensation of Nathanâs right hand between your legs, rubbing, while his left hand wanders up to your tits, squeezing them alternately.Â
You moan and close your eyes, lost in the ecstatic feeling of his touch. Heâs drawing tight circles on your clit, knowing exactly how you like to be touched, and it feels incredible.
But only half of your brain is overcome with pleasure. The other half is in full-on panic mode. You already know for a fact he isnât going to let you come, so this is just another round of torture for his sadistic amusement.
His fingers feel so painfully good on you, far too good. He keeps alternating between squeezing your tits and digging his nails into them with his hand, intensifying the sensation of his fingers rubbing your swollen clit.
With how sensitive you already feel from him eating you out, edging you, fisting you and kind-of-fucking you, itâs only a matter of minutes before youâll be getting close again.
Youâre usually pretty good at coping with the pain of repeated denial, but right now, you feel like your level of frustration goes past your ability to handle it. The thought of reaching the precipice again, getting so close that another second would bring you to the orgasm you want so badly, is just too much to bear.
You canât do it without losing your mind. Thereâs no way.
âNo, no, no, please, Nathan, I canâtâŚNot again, please,â you plead, genuine panic evident in your strained voice.
Nathan slows the movement of his fingers on your clit, raising his head to meet your eyes with intense focus.
âLook at me, concentrate on me, baby,â you hear him say in a stern yet calm voice. âDo you trust me?â
You bite your lip hard, close your eyes with a deep exhale, then open them again. âYes,â you choke out, your throat tight as you struggle to focus on his words. Your heart races, pounding so hard you fear it might burst from your chest.
âListen to me,â Nathan commands. âI want you to calm down and relax, do you understand?â he asks you.
âYes,â you reply, your voice strained.
âThis isnât up for debate. I want it, it will please me. You belong to me, your body belongs to me, and I will use it how I see fit. Do you understand?â
âYes, Nathan,â you repeat weakly.
He returns his attention to your pussy, skillfully stimulating your clit. His eyes never leave yours as he relishes the pained expression on your face. âYouâre doing great, baby. Keep breathing and stay focused on me.â
âUh-huh,â you breathe, involuntarily rocking your hips as Nathan, yet again, brings you closer and closer to your high with every precise movement of his fingers. Â
âIâm gonna come soon,â you pant, your voice tinged with hope and desperation, wishing he would relent before it becomes too overwhelming.
âVery good. But Iâm not going to stop until youâre right on the edge.â
âOkay,â is all you can get out, resigned to your fate.
It only takes another minute. You feel the orgasm building inside you, right there, ready to wash over you in just another second. You feel a tiny, nagging impulse to lie, to tell him itâs come on so fast you couldnât stop him in time. But you know if you did that, youâd feel so guilty you wouldnât even be able to enjoy the orgasm.
So, instead, you yell, âStop!â
He does, sitting back on his heels, hands off your body.Â
You yank at the restraints securing your wrists and legs, writhing and screaming at the torturous feeling of your imminent orgasm being taken from you so cruelly. Your clit burns and pulsates, and your sore pussy clenches around nothing in a vain attempt to bring you to completion.
You take deep breaths, attempting to steady yourself. Your chest is heaving and your bodyâs trembling uncontrollably. Whimpers and sobs escape you as you bury your face into the pillow, eyes tightly shut.Â
Your orgasm was so fucking close, and having it ripped away by a man whose smirk you could see through tear-filled eyes has you ready to punch a wallâŚor claw his eyes out.
You feel a very unsubmissive urge to tell Nathan heâs a bastard for doing this to you. He knows damn well how hard edging is on you, so why the hell is he putting you through this? Just because you wanted to spend more time with him? Itâs not fair.
Heâs already untied both of your legs and let them down gently, making sure you slowly stretch them for the first time in over an hour. He kneels beside your torso, releasing you from the cuffs around your right, then your left wrist. He watches your face intently, savoring your tears and the pained sobs escaping your swollen lips.
If you werenât sore, heâd fuck you right now. Youâre so beautiful when youâre hurting.
You turn onto your left side, away from Nathan, pulling your knees up to your chest and wrapping your arms around them. Youâre scared by how angry you are at him and want to feel as small as possible because it makes you feel safe.
Nathan lies on his side behind you, drawing the covers over your trembling body. Propping his head up on his hand, he places his palm on your shoulder, stroking your arm gently. Your muscles tense at his touch, conflicted emotions swirling within.
âYou wanna come, baby?â he coos, a hint of sadistic amusement in his voice.
What the fuck do you think?
You donât say anything, weak sniffles occasionally breaking your silence.
Nathan sighs deeply but decides to let your non-response slide. Heâs pushed you a lot today, and as he observes your fragile state, heâs prepared to cut you some slack.Â
âTell me why Iâm not letting you.â He puts a soft kiss on your damp shoulder blade, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine.
âBecause my pain makes you happy,â you say, your voice strained.
âYeah, well, thatâs a given,â Nathan says with a hint of amusement. âBut seriously, I want you to tell me why Iâm not letting you come.â
Youâre biting your tongue so hard to refrain from saying something youâll regret, acutely aware that your frustration is clouding your ability to find the part of your mind where the right answer Nathanâs looking for is located. Â
He gives you a moment to gather yourself, confident youâll be able to overcome your anger.
Eventually, you relent. âI donât deserve to come because Iâm a spoiled brat,â you murmur into your pillow. âIâI lashed out at you today because I felt neglected and that wasnât the way to go about it. I need to be punished for that and I trust you to make the right decision about what that punishment should look like.â
Nathan listens attentively, his expression softening as he hears your words. âThatâs exactly right, baby,â he says gently, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on your shoulder blade and neck. âSee? Even a dumb little toy like you gets it eventually.â
He sits up, leaning against the headboard. âCome here,â he murmurs, motioning for you to lay on him. Meeting his gaze for a second, you obediently nestle your head on his warm skin, your left arm draped over his torso.
He allows you a moment to calm down, gently scratching your scalp, the rhythmic beat of his heart relaxing you. You savor the fleeting intimacy, fully aware that heâll soon ask you to leave as he has an important meeting scheduled in half an hour.
Your ears perk up when his low voice breaks the silence, his chest vibrating with each word. âI know edging is hard for you, and Iâm glad to hear you understand why things need to be this way. Iâm proud of you.â
You nuzzle your head against his chest, an overwhelming feeling of warmth spreading through you. Nathanâs proud of you. No orgasm in the world could ever compare to the feeling of hearing those words from him.
âIâm sorry I yelled at you today,â you murmur.
âApology accepted,â he says, his tone sincere. âNow, go to the bathroom and take a shower. Dinnerâs ready in twenty minutes and I bought that stupid Dune movie you wonât shut up about.â
You lift your head and stare at him in disbelief, convinced that your brainâor Nathanâis playing a trick on you. Youâre so confused.
âBut what about the meetââ
He raises an eyebrow. âIf your ass is not out of this bed in the next ten seconds, Iâm tying you up again, and I promise you wonât like what Iâll do to you then.â
You canât hold back the dopey grin that spreads across your face as you pull back the covers and scurry to the bathroom as fast as your weak legs will allow.Â
Nathan watches with an imperceptible smile as your silhouette disappears behind the automatic door.
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Nathan was fucking you over your desk. He had your right cheek against the surface, his palm pressing on your face so hard you thought you could taste blood.
âYou are so fucking stupid, like seriously the dumbest employee in the whole fucking company,â he exhaled a staggered breath as his hips slammed forward painfully against you, driving your hips into the desk.
âIâm sorry sir Iââ
âIâm sowwyâshut the fuck up,â he hissed. âItâs hard enough to come in something dumber than a blowup doll, I donât wanna hear you talking t-too f-fuck!â
No matter how much he degraded you, you knew he loved the feeling every time your walls squeezed around him in response.
âYou know if you were one of my androids I wouldâve been done already, but your pussy is so loose I can hardly feel it s-squeezingâŚI canâŚmmm-f-fu-u-uhââ
You felt him gushing, fat dick throbbing with every spurt of hot white that painted your insides. His hand was crushing you, pushing you harder against the desk while his other hand was digging nails so deep into your flesh you were certain he broke the skin. His moans echoed through the room and without a doubt could be heard by the receptionist at the front desk.
No matter how much Nathan talked shit, he loved your cunt. At least, the fact that he always came in under three minutes each time let you know he did. He pulled out, sniffing deeply through his nose before spitting on your back and muttering how gross you looked. He mentioned something about cleaning yourself up before he left you like that, bent over the desk and dripping in his fluids.
It was no surprise later when you checked your email to seeâŚyou got a raise.
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Your boss Nathan needs your body âfor scienceâ
Themes: DEAD DOVE DNE - dark!Nathan, kidnapping, sensory deprivation, fingering, oral breast play (f!receiving), jerking off
A.N: contains railroad sentences and my rusty attempt at improving prose 𤣠thank you @lunar-ghoulie for putting up with me
Word count: idk at the moment itâs short
âShow yourself you son of a bitch!â Your voice reverberated against the stark walls, âI know youâre there Nathan!â You twisted and writhed against your restraints to no avail.
Nathan, your boss, had invited you to come out to his estate. In an excess of caution youâd chosen to politely decline. What you hadnât realized was his invitation was not a request, but a heads up.
You took a moment to breath and take notice of the different points of pressure on your body. Whatever heâd used to bind you you was soft but firm against your wrists, chest, waist and ankles. Your back pressed against hard cool material, the scent in the room clean and chilled air blew across your exposed skin.
You rolled your head from side to side in an attempt to wiggle the fabric from around your eyes but it didnât budge.
âThatâs not gonna work.â Nathanâs bored voice sounded from somewhere in the room.
You froze, âNathan-â you grated âlet me go.â
âNathan let me go.â He mocked, âDo you really think Iâd go through the trouble of getting you here only to let you loose?â
Your lip curled in agitation as you snapped against the restraints. âWhat do you want.â
A fingertip pressed against your ankle âWhat I want,â he said slowly as that sensation snaked its way up your leg, âis data.â His touch paused at the line between your hip and thigh.
âWhat?â You growled in confusion. âI swear to fucking god Nathan when Iâm out of here-â the removal of sensation on your skin stalled your brazen words.
âThreatening your captor, interesting choice.â His voice still sounded bored amongst the rustling beside you.
âInteresting choice to kidnap me*eeee*.â Your retort was cut short when something firmly pressed against your core and vibrated furiously. It was too much all at once and you feebly bucked only to be met with the tight restrain across your hips. The curse in your throat twisted to a groan, âF-fuck yo-u.â
âAnother curse -â you could practically hear the eye roll in his tone, his next words breathed hot across your ear âso predictable.â
You tilted your face toward him with a smirk, if he wanted to play games letâs see what happened if you played along. âU-up a bit, and to the left.â
âAttagirl.â He chuckled and followed your direction. Your back arched and strained as your breath caught in your throat.
Youâd quickly climbed to your peak with the precision and pressure, your breath coming in ragged pants. Just as you came so close to release the sensation vanished, leaving you crashing back to earth.
A choked whine wrung from your throat. âWhy.â You whimpered.
âMeasuring heart rate, perspirationâŚâ a finger slid along your slick folds âarousal.â
You breath caught in your chest at the sudden sensation of two thick fingers plunged deep into your core. Nathan took his time moving around, scissoring his fingers inside as he tsked âstill tight.â
âNathan please.â You murmured, the stretching sensation growing to be uncomfortable.
âWhy are you getting tighter?â From his tone he might as well have been asking a casual scientific question in a clinic.
âDoesnât feel good.â You grumbled ânot like that.â
Nathanâs hand adjusted, two fingers remained deep inside, but this time he added his thumb to press against your clit. âWhat about like this.â He drew slow firm circles and pumped slowly.
Your breathing picked up while a coil of pleasure twisted low in your belly. Despite your head swimming with pleasure you heard Nathanâs soft voice off to the side, âSlickness increase and vaginal relaxation with stimulation to the clitoris.â
âAre you - taking notes?â You huffed between breathes.
âI told you, I need data.â He said in annoyance. âFuck sake.â He growled.
You heard a rustling near your head and the sound of spit hitting skin made you jerk. âWhat the fuck.â
âShut up.â He snipped, his breath hitched as soft squelching sounded beside your head. The moment his fingering matched the pace of the noise beside your head you realized what was happening.
âYouâre - jerking off?â You huffed.
âWant me to stuff it in your mouth?â He retorted. You snapped your head away, eliciting a sardonic huff from Nathan.
The squelching noise and his breathing picked up pace as his fingers worked. You groaned and arched against the pleasure building, gasping at a sudden wet tingling feeling on your nipple.
The stroke of his tongue as it lapped at the stiffened peak encouraged you to arch further, pushed you even closer to the edge.
A soft pop sounded and you whined in protest at the loss âVaginal tightening with oral stimulation to breast.â He muttered, returning his warm mouth back to your breast with a hum. The rough tickle of his beard across your skin mixed deliciously with the swirling around your stiffened peak.
Your orgasm crashed over you in waves as his hands and mouth worked in tandem. âS-shit!â The ministrations sent you bucking against the restraints and your breath in ragged pants.
Another groan vibrated your nipple sent fire through your nerves before it vanished. The fingers buried deep in your core and against your sensitive nub picked up to an uneven pace. A wrecked groan sounded from above you as warm wet ropes splattered across your chest.
Despite the ringing in your ears you heard Nathan growl in annoyance, âData inconclusive, requires further testing.â Something fluffy wiped between your legs picking up the mess of slickness there before wiping up the white painted on your skin.
âFurther testing?â You voice was weak and broken as you came back to reality.
âIf Iâm gonna make robots Iâd actually wanna fuck I gotta get it right.â His voice moved about the room accompanied by rustling. âMovement, viscosity, tightness. I need so much if itâs gonna feel real and, well, itâs gonna take awhile if I keep getting⌠distractedâŚâ
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sugar daddy!nathan bateman x fem!reader summary: after dumping your cheating ex boyfriend, you move into a shitty apartment complex. only to find out your next door neighbor is none other than upcoming tech mogul & billionaire, nathan bateman. while he does nothing but belittle you, you find yourself yearning for something more than neighborly company. series warnings: eighteen+, tbh slow burn, eventual smut, each chapter will go into detail on its own warnings, smoking, drinking, mentions of infidelity, nathan's in his early twenties so, he's gonna be a judgmental piece of shit. the usual. author's note: y'all im ready nervous! this is my first series so.. no shittin on me ok? idek what this is supposed to be.. i just kind of wanted more sugar daddy nathan bateman lmfaoo
if these walls could talk / chapter one
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Part 2
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Blue Jones x Nathan Bateman x nonbinary afab!Reader ⢠Rating: 18+ pals Masterlistâ˘Â ao3â˘Â want to be tagged? | request info ⢠Kinktober 2024 Masterlist ⢠Day 11: Threesome
Summary: Nathan wants you to look after a new android. Maybe the android wants to look after you too.
A/N: Thank you so much @thexsanctuaryx for beating and saving me as always!
Warnings: kissing, pet names, fingering, oral (both receiving), anal sex, p in v sex, please let me know if I have missed a warning!
Word Count:Â 4593
âNathan, well, this is⌠this is, ermâŚâ You stare at the android in front of you. âUnexpected?âÂ
Nathan grins, clearly amused at your reaction.Â
âWhatâs, erm, hmm,â you gesture with your hands. âWhy does he look like you?âÂ
Nathan snorts, âdoes he?â
You give him a glare. The android obviously looks very much like him.Â
âAlso,â Nathan leans back against the wall and crosses his arms, all smug smiles and self-assuredness. âHow do you know itâs a he? Kind of assuming gender here arenât you?âÂ
Your glare darkens. âIf thatâs a dig at me, then-â
Nathan quickly holds up his hands. âNo,â he smiles kindly. âNo dig. Just teasing, heâs a he.âÂ
You nod. âWhatâs his name?â
âDoesnât have one yet, thatâs your job.âÂ
The android is currently powered off, eyes closed and standing perfectly still. Heâs a little uncanny to say the least, being so motionless, not even breathing. Not that he needs to breathe butâŚ
He doesnât look exactly like Nathan either, heâs clean shaven for starters. Which is a small mercy, you donât know how youâd deal with a robot that was his spitting image. And his hair is slightly longer, about a ž of an inch. Heâs also two inches shorter than Nathan.Â
âYou made him smaller?â
âSorry?âÂ
âHis height.â You canât keep the amusement out of your voice.Â
Nathan shrugs. âUnintentional.â You know heâs lying, but you donât push it.Â
You hum an affirmative.Â
âSo⌠why does he look like you?â
âWhy not?â
âThatâs not an answer.â
âIsnât it?âÂ
You roll your eyes, used to Nathanâs unique ways of communicating.Â
âI like R2D2, Marvin, Robot in Lost in Space. You know, robots that look like robots? Not people.âÂ
Nathan laughs. âYouâre just getting uncanny vibes because heâs turned off and looks dead but still standing. The second heâs online youâll feel different.â
You give him a not so convinced look.Â
âI promiseâ he blinks, he mimics breathing, even has a heartbeat.â
âWhat?âÂ
Nathan nods, âyou can take his temperature and everything.âÂ
âOkay⌠so heâs obviously very impressive, youâre a genius, blah, blah, blah.â
Nathan snorts. âBut?â
âBut what do you want me to do, besides name him, I mean?âÂ
âWell, that depends on what you want to do with him.â He grins and you're so close to getting fired for hitting your boss.Â
âNathan,â you say warningly. Â
His smile widens and he chuckles. âIâm playing, Iâm playing. Donât be so uptight.â He doesnât give you enough of a pause to say something back to him. âTalk with him, socialise with him, show him the ropes like heâs a new employee.âÂ
âAm I getting fired?â You joke.Â
Nathan laughs again. âLook, I just need someone other than me to interact with him and give me some feedback, yeah? And since youâre the only other person here?âÂ
You nod. âNo problem.â But you pause as a small worry digs into the back of your mind.Â
Nathan answers your question before you can even ask it, seemingly reading your thoughts. âHe canât hurt you.â
âYou Asimov Lawed him?â
âPretty much.â
You nod again. âOkay.âÂ
âIâll leave you both to get acquainted.â Nathan heads for the door.Â
âNathan?âÂ
He turns.Â
âDoes he know heâs a robot?â
Nathan nods.
âAnd that you made him?â
Nathan nods again, âI have spoken with him you know.â He shakes his head as he leaves.Â
âOh, youâve spoken with him,â you mutter under your breath, but thereâs no fire to it. âCouldnât give him a name though.â
You sigh and approach the android. You place your hand on the startup panel, it blinks into life as it recognises your palm print. You press a few commands and thereâs a small click and hum.
The android opens his eyes, blinking like heâs just woken up. Heâs dressed in a white t-shirt and white jogging bottoms. His chest rises and falls, just like Nathan said it would.Â
You give him a smile and a little wave. âHello.â
He tilts his head for a second and then smiles back and says your name.Â
A little flash of surprise crosses your face before you recover. âYeah, yeah, thatâs me. Itâs, erm, itâs a pleasure to meet you.â
âAnd to finally meet you, Nathanâs spoken about you at length.âÂ
That doesnât exactly fill you with confidence.Â
âI believe you are supposed to give me a name?â He asks, thereâs a slight up turn of his lips thatâs so completely Nathan like that you almost do a double take.Â
âYeah, I,â you pause, your eyes falling on the BlueBook logo on the wall. âHow about Blue?âÂ
âBlue.â He repeats and smiles. âYeah, I like that.âÂ
You spend the rest of the day showing Blue around the facility, introducing him to systems as Nathan had introduced you when you first started working here.Â
Nathan stays out of the way, hidden up in his office. Though youâre sure heâs probably watching you on the monitors with interest.Â
Blue is quite charming, his voice is a little different from Nathan, but not by much. Heâs quieter though, but with a good sense of humour. The differences and similarities between them both are interesting. Part of you wonders if this is how Nathan sees himself, or if he unintentionally programmed the likenesses in.Â
Itâs only later on in the day that things start to get⌠strange.Â
Youâre at your office desk, just working on a small piece of programming.Â
Blue is meant to be going over the safety protocol for the building â something you had to do when you started. But you hear his light footsteps come up behind you.Â
You pause in typing, but donât look around. âYou okay?â
âMhmm.âÂ
You glance up at him. Heâs seemingly interested in your screen. âItâs just a prototype I was working on for-â
He puts his hand on your shoulder, still looking at the screen. âItâs very compelling.â He squeezes your shoulder lightly.Â
âBlu-â
âYou seem tense?â He looks down at you. âAre you stressed?â
âI donât thinkâŚâ
âThereâs a lot of tension here.â He presses his thumb into your back and rubs, you can feel the muscle relax instantly.Â
You swallow and when you donât try to stop him again Blue moves directly behind you, placing his other hand on your shoulder.Â
He slowly starts to massage your neck and upper back. Taking his time and applying just the right amount of pressure to quickly make you feel like liquid.Â
You let out a small sigh.Â
âFeel okay?â He asks. Thereâs a slight edge to his voice, something you canât quite put your finger on.Â
âYeah, good, really good.â You try to keep your words quick and short to save from moaning over how wonderful it feels. It was like he could pull apart every knot and ache. Nathan must have programmed some kind of pressure point, masseuse knowledge. Though why, you had no idea.Â
âGood.â He whispers, his voice low.Â
You canât focus on anything else but the feel of his hands, how warm they are, how life like they are.Â
âMove forward a little.â
You lean without even thinking and his hands travel a little further down your spine.Â
This time you canât stop the moan that escapes you.Â
You snap your mouth shut the second you realise, heat rising to your face. âI-â
âItâs fine, perfectly normal reaction, Iâm glad youâre relaxing.â His voice is low, and his fingers donât stop.Â
You spend the next twenty minutes getting the best massage of your life and keeping one hand fixed permanently over your mouth.Â
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You had made a not so subtle exit after that. Politely keeping out of Blueâs way (hiding) for the rest of the afternoon.Â
Part of you wanted to go and speak to Nathan, but you werenât sure if you could face the teasing.Â
âPerfectly normal reaction,â ugh. You could picture Nathanâs smug smile perfectly. Choruses of âoh, you got turned on by an android that looks like me?â No thanks.Â
Though he probably would tease the shit out of you later on, that was a Future You problem. And if you could keep it a Future You problem for as long as possible, you would.Â
Around 7pm your hunger got the better of you and you made your way to the kitchen, hoping to scavenge some of Nathanâs secret snack supply that he thought was well hidden.Â
A step into the room you stop dead in your tracks.Â
Blue was at one of the counters, chopping vegetables.Â
He turned and smiled at you before you even had a chance to think about turning on your heels and making a beeline out of there.Â
âOh, hi Blue.â You try to sound casual, but the awkwardness radiates out of you like a beacon.Â
He smiles and looks back at the vegetables. âAre you hungry?âÂ
You nod, promptly realising he couldnât see your reaction and quickly speaking. âYes, yeah, just, just gonnaâŚâ You trail off and pause. âDo you eat?âÂ
Blue laughs and shakes his head. âThis is for you.â
âFor me?âÂ
He nods and glances at you again, all smiles and seductive eyes- No, do not think about him that way.Â
âYou tend to eat your evening meal around this time.âÂ
âOh,â you take a few steps closer and lean on the counter next to him. âThatâs really kind of you, you didnât need to. Wait, how do you know that?âÂ
Blue raises his eyebrows and gives you a small smirk.
âNathan, got it.âÂ
âHe said you liked pasta, so.â
You pause, looking at the meal heâs preparing. You donât remember the last time someone cooked for you, outside of Nathan. And that was only because he was eating too.Â
âThank you, you didnât have to.â You finally say.Â
âI wanted to.âÂ
The food is good, even if Blue sits a little too close. His knee brushing against yours under the table. He talks to you about relatively normal things, work related, while leaning his elbow on the table, his chin resting on his hand.Â
He listens intently, his eyes never leaving your face. Itâs uncanny being watched so attentively. You ask Blue a few questions but he always manages to steer the conversation back to you. Another Nathan like attribute.Â
Long after the meal is over you stretch, thereâs a small popping sound as your shoulder clicks.Â
Blue frowns and stands. He touches your spine and shoulder blade again with those precise fingers. âIs your back still causing you discomfort?âÂ
âI,â you swallow. âYou donât need to, itâs fine, really.â Heat rises to your face.Â
âNonsense, you still have a lot of tension here.â He presses his thumb firmly into your skin and you sigh.Â
He massages the area for a few seconds. âYour stress levels are still high, come,â he holds out his hand to you expectantly.Â
There is a disastrously long second where you hear âcomeâ as âcumâ. âI, erm, what?âÂ
He takes your hand and encourages you to stand. You follow him, a little too flustered to object.Â
Blue leads you to the living room and gestures to the sofa. âLay down on your stomach.âÂ
âBlue-â
âI need you flat to relax you properly.â He smiles at you expectantly, his eyes dark and bordering on mischievous.Â
You stare for a second before managing a small nod, about to speak your agreement when Blue frowns as if a thought has just occurred to him.Â
âThe space isnât idealâŚâ He looks straight at you. âA bed would be better.â
A bed would be better. âErmâŚâ
âSo you can lay flat.â He stares at you expectantly. Almost goading you. If you agreed to the sofa, why not the bed? What implications are you inferring?Â
You give him a tight smile. Nathan and his stupid mind games. He did this just to see if he could get you to crack. You wouldnât give him the satisfaction.Â
âOkay.â The word comes out more like a squeak than you hoped it would.Â
.Â
Blue leads you back to your room, opening the door as if he was inviting you into his space, not yours.Â
He waits for you to climb onto the bed and get comfortable, lying on your stomach, your head resting on your crossed arms.Â
And then he starts slowly on your shoulders. That same deep press from before that has you screwing up your eyes and burying your face. Itâs barely been a minute before he stops and you nearly groan at the loss.Â
âThis would be better without your t-shirt.âÂ
You pause, your mind failing to translate his words for a few seconds. âOh, erm,â it was perfectly reasonable, wasnât it? People had professional massages all the time, they didnât have them while their clothing was still on. âOkay.âÂ
He turns, politely as you sit up and the anxiety in your chest eases. You were making this into something it wasnât. He was just trying to help.Â
You tug off your t-shirt and drop it onto the floor off the side of your bed and lay back down. âAll done.â You say, trying and failing to hide the little shake in your voice.Â
Blue turns, his fingers barely touch your skin before heâs lightly caressing just under your bra strap. âMay I?âÂ
You pause, then nod. He unclips it, letting the straps fall to the side before he continues to softly caress.Â
It feels good, his fingers dig in and work out the tension, making you liquid and weak under his hands.Â
Heat starts to pull at your stomach, sinking lower and lower. Wetness starts to build between your legs. You shouldnât be-
âOh!â A sudden gasp leaves your lips as Blueâs right hand slides quickly down, underneath your jogging bottoms and underwear, over the swell of your ass and straight to your core. âBlue!â It feels too good. âI-â
âYou have so much tension.â He breathes close to your ear, his fingers trace along your entrance, teasing lightly. âIâm meant to help you relieve it.âÂ
âBlueâŚâ You bite your lip, instinctively pressing closer to his fingers. You shouldnât⌠Fuck Nathan was probably watching, probably-
âLet me help you,â he whispers low in your ear, his warm breath searing your skin. âIâve been given direct instructions to help you relax.â He lightly rubs your clit, slow and gentle and it makes you jolt.Â
âBlue, fuck-â
He kisses your temple. âTell me to stop at any time, and I will. I only want to please you.âÂ
Fuck, if his soft, deep voice didnât nearly make you come on the spot.Â
You nod, swallowing thickening. âPlease, Iâd like⌠itâs been a while⌠andâŚâ
âOf course,â he moves dizzyingly quickly, short and precise as he grabs hold of your hips and flips you over onto your back. You donât even get a chance to let out a gasp of surprise before heâs pulling off your jogging bottoms and underwear and drops them to the floor.Â
He rubs his hands up your legs, digging into your inner thighs and spreads you wide before he dives in and latches onto your clit.Â
âFuck,â you gasp, your hips rolling up to his warm eager mouth, your body moving completely on autopilot.Â
He sucks, for a few seconds before teasing it out and lapping, alternating between broad licks and that gentle suction that is dragging you so quickly to the edge. His dark eyes watch your reactions intently, monitoring and adjusting based on the smallest reactions.Â
He trails his right hand further down your thigh, pressing lightly at your core before sipping two fingers inside. He hums when you moan, the smallest smile pulling at his features.Â
Pleasure twists and coils as sweat beads on your forehead. The stretch sends a shiver along your nerves, makes your air catch in your throat.
âBlue, I- oh fuck!â
He moves his fingers, tapping and stroking so quickly on your inside walls that it is like a buzz of vibration right against your g spot.Â
You sob out his name, your thighs shaking as you come dizzyingly quickly, pulled over the edge by his precise movements.Â
As you breathe heavily, your mind a little short circuited by your orgasm and lagging behind, Blue helps you out of the rest of your clothes, leaving you completely bare before he strips off his own.Â
He kneels between your legs, looking down at you with soft eyes as he gently touches your cheek. âMore?âÂ
âIâŚâ You trail off, surprised by the sweetness in his gaze and distracted by his naked chest and warm soft skin.Â
You lightly touch his ribs and he smiles.Â
âWhat⌠what do you want?â You ask, your voice embarrassingly small.Â
âThatâs a dangerous question.â His smile widens, his tone teasing.Â
âWhy?â
He tilts his head to the side ever so slightly. âBecause I donât want to stop until you canât form words.âÂ
You swallow and glance down as he strokes himself with one hand. Heâs impressively large, standing tall and erect. Thereâs copious amounts of precum leaking from the tip, which you quickly realise is, in fact, lube. He smears it down himself, watching you as you watch him.
You shift a little, widening your legs even though you donât realise you're doing it. âDoes it, will it feel good for you?âÂ
Blueâs smile widens again, his eyes dark as he leans down. He guides himself to your pussy, pushing his tip against your clit before he drags his cock down and notches the head at your core. âOh yes.â He mummers his voice low. He stills for half a second, studying your face until he finds what he was looking for.Â
He pushes in slowly, moving his hands so that one rests on the mattress and the other on your hip, pinning you down as he slips inside.Â
You gasp, letting out a soft âohâ at the stretch.Â
âYou can take it.â He mutters, voice velvet soft. âYouâre very well lubricated even without mine.âÂ
You wriggle against him, squeezing his biceps, both trying to get close to and escape from the pleasure, your eyes screwed shut.
As he finally sinks in the last inch you moan, itâs like you can feel him in your heart, your lungs. Pushing perfectly at the centre of you and pulsing.Â
âYou find me attractive?â Blue asks, his head cocked ever so slightly to the side, a cheeky smile on his face as he rocks slowly. Short, powerful thrusts that move the bed and make you cry out in pleasure.Â
You nod, trying to move with him but he is well and truly fucking you into the mattress, and itâs all you can do to just hold on for the ride.
âSo, you must find Nathan attractive too?â Blue teases, his voice even and unhindered despite his deep bucks as he sinks in and out of you.Â
You whine, your back arching, âBlue,â you squirm, gasp at a partially deep thrust that robs you of all thought and makes your toes curl. You cling onto him, sliding a hand up to the back of his neck.Â
âItâs alright,â he soothes, leaning down quickly to kiss your lips and swallow your moans, âIâve got you.â And thatâs when he really starts to move.Â
You all but scream at the rapid snap of his hips, pleasure turning your bones to liquid as he fucks into you, pushing you higher and higher as he hits every spot perfectly inside.Â
You canât speak, canât form words as he presses every single sensation out of you except for euphoria, playing your body perfectly to his wishes.Â
Your skin is on fire, every nerve tingling with the onslaught of your impending orgasm. He rolls his hips, the sound of his thrusts and your cries mixing. Itâs so hot and wet between your legs, slippery as he just glides along your walls and sinks impossibly deep.Â
He kisses your lips, nips and bites your jaw and then sucks one nipple into his mouth as his fingers pluck and play with the other.Â
Your thighs are shaking, your moans growing in pitch as you desperately hold onto him, nonsense slipping from your mouth as your mind liquifies.Â
You donât even hear the door open, too lost in your pleasure. But Blue does.Â
He looks up, but doesnât falter in his movements, doesnât move his mouth from your skin.Â
Nathan smirks. âDonât stop on my account.âÂ
You gasp, your eyes snapping open to see Nathan standing by the foot of your bed. âNatha-â You try to stammer, but Blue grinds his hips down and your cry cuts off the rest of his name.Â
âEnjoying him?â Nathan asks nonchalantly, like he was asking about the weather as he climbs onto the bed. He lays next to you on his side, his elbow propped up so he can rest his head and still watch your face.Â
âIâŚâ You whine, you blink heavily, your mind isnât working. Isnât functioning at all, all you can do is feel and it feels so, so good.Â
Blue hums as he laps at your breast, his hips pistoning at an unforgiving pace, not giving you even a second of reprieve from the pleasure.Â
Nathan grins, he shifts closer, his voice low. âI knew you would.â He swallows, watching for the expressions on your face. He darts his tongue out to trace his bottom lip, thoughts racing.Â
âThey like you.â Blue mutters, moving his mouth away from your skin just enough to be heard clearly.Â
You want to ask how he knows, what gave you away. But you donât even get the chance to try.
Nathan presses a sweet kiss to your lips, groaning when you reciprocate and grab the back of his neck with one hand to pull him closer. He slips his tongue past your lips, stroking your cheek tenderly.Â
Itâs a vast juxtaposition to how Blue is fucking the very life out of you.Â
You whine, your muscles tensing as you get close.Â
Nathan pulls back just enough to speak, his voice thick and hazy. âMake them come.â And then kisses you deeply once more.
Blue hums, pulling his mouth from your chest without slowing his manic thrusts. He slips his hand under Nathanâs shorts and Nathan lets out a surprised groan as Blue palms his erection.Â
But he doesnât stop kissing you. Instead, he helps Blue pull them down his legs before he plucks at your nipples while he licks into your mouth.
Blue twists his torso that would have been impossible for anyone save a contortionist and licks a strip up Nathanâs hard cock before he takes him deep into his throat.Â
Your toes curl, the pleasure drowning you as you shake and spasm. You whine in Nathanâs mouth, his beard tickling your skin, and his lips muffling your moans.Â
You come hard, the sensation hitting you all at once and then flooding you. It robs you completely of thought, whiting out your vision as youâre swept away completely by pleasure.Â
Nathan thrusts into Blueâs mouth lazily, pulling back so he can watch your face as you come apart. He bites his lip, groaning for a second before he pulls Blue up to watch too.Â
âFucking beautiful,â Nathan whispers.Â
Blue slows his hips as you relax under him, gently coming to a stop. He kisses your cheek as you open your eyes, while Nathan sucks at your neck.Â
âYou out for the count, or can I be gentle with you?â Nathan mutters.Â
You breathe heavily, sweat cooling on your skin, your muscles aching. But you donât get to answer before Blue is doing it for you.Â
âVery gentle⌠if they agree.â He kisses your cheek again as he slowly pulls out of you and you whine softly. He rubs the inside of your thighs to ease the burn as he gets up.
âVery gentle,â Nathan repeats, sitting up and pulling off his vest and wriggling himself completely free of his shorts. âVery, very.â He moves between your legs, watching you with soft doe eyes. âCan I?â
You nod. But he tuts.
âGonna need you to say something, sweetheart.â He smiles.
âYes.â You say, giving him a little look that makes him laugh.Â
âHaven't had the sass fucked out of you then. Good.â He kneels between your legs, his heavy cock in hand.Â
You glance down and canât help but smile and shake your head when you see him, heâs exactly the same size as Blue.
âWhat?â He grins.Â
âOf course, you have a big dick.âÂ
Nathan puffs out his chest a little.Â
âHe made me two inches shorter,â Blue says, âbut he-â
âI left the inches where it counts.â Nathan snaps playfully. âNow are you gonna put those inches to good use or what?âÂ
Blue smiles sarcastically sweetly at him. âOf course I am.â He takes hold of Nathanâs cock with one hand and lays the other flat on his lower back, guiding him towards you. Itâs Blue that strokes Nathan through the creaminess of your release before he pushes in, he keeps Nathan slow and careful, sinking in until you're stuffed full.Â
You let out a soft moan, youâre sore but itâs nice, more than nice. Pleasure burning just at the edge of your senses.Â
Nathan groans, his muscles twitching under the force to stay still. âFuck, you feel amazing.âÂ
âGentle.â Blue whispers in his ear, the smallest hint of a warning in his voice that sends a shot of arousal along Nathanâs spine.Â
He nods, his eyes lidded.Â
You're a little surprised when Blue rubs the lube from his cock over two fingers and eases them inside Nathan, forcing him down on top of you, his chest pressed to yours.Â
The moan Nathan lets out is sinful, deep as it rumbles against your skin.Â
You grab hold of him, wrapping your hands around his back as he buries his face into your neck, every breath coming out as a whine and grunt.Â
Blue smiles at you as he opens Nathan up for barely a minute before he guides his own cock inside. âHeâs used to taking it.â He wriggles his eyebrows at you and you bite back a smile.Â
Blue rocks gently, quite unlike the rapid thrusts heâs used before. He barely pulls out but swirls his hips, the force of his movement moves Nathan in turn and you.Â
Itâs slow, syrupily sweet with every push and pull. You grind up, moaning when Nathan simultaneously rubs against your clit with his pubic bone and the head of his thick cock slides against your walls.Â
âThink you can come again?â Blue asks you, one hand between Nathanâs shoulder blades, while he links fingers with you with the other.Â
âUgh, please,â Nathan groans into your neck. He feels like jelly sandwiched between the both of you, the pleasure making him lightheaded.Â
You nod, biting your lip. Itâs building in a rush, so close to boiling over.Â
Blue smiles and squeezes your hand.Â
It only takes a few more languid rocks for the pressure on your clit to explode. You come with a cry, shaking. This one isnât as hard, it doesnât shatter your very being but itâs long and drawn out, thick and molten and leaves you exhausted.Â
Blue thrusts three times harshly hitting Nathanâs prostate each time as you squeeze and pulse around his cock and he comes with a deep moan, emptying himself and holding you tight.
Itâs only then that Blue allows himself to follow you both into pleasure, moaning both of your names happily.
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about this: nathan bateman x f!reader. contents: 18+/nsfw/minors dni, smut, wife kink, oral f!receiving, unprotected sex, nathan the asshole simpâ˘ď¸. wc: 1031. an: my brain plagued me with this thought at like 12 am. here it is.
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This is not how you anticipated your time in the garden would pan out. The sun hangs high in the sky, a soft breeze swirling in the air. Youâd been halfway done with your task of weeding and watering the garden when Nathan sauntered down the steps of the front porch.
âCan I help you?â You ask, glancing over at him.
He holds up his hands, rounding his eyes with innocence. âCanât a man ogle his wife?â
You shouldâve known then and there that he was up to no good. Slowly but surely, Nathan gets closer and closer. With each step your blood rises, your heart thumping steadily in your ears. Until his lips are ghosting your temple, beard tickling at your skin.
Now, despite that cooling breeze, you are warm. Thereâs pure, overwhelming heat coupled with sparking pleasure. Youâre surrounded by it, drowning in it and thereâs no place you would rather be.
âNathan,â You breathe, the sound of your voice feeling miles away.
You hear a deep hum, the scratch of his beard against your thighs, and then an inhaling breath. When you sit up on your elbows to gaze down at him, Nathanâs dark brown eyes glitter back at you. His mouth and beard shine with your slick as his lips curl into a smirk.
He wags his eyebrows, voice so soft and sweet as he asks, âWhat is it, honey?â
âI was doing something,â You huff, still out of breath though his work has stopped momentarily.
Itâs not lost on you how this would look from another point of view. Your panties in a heap in the grass, sundress bunched around your breasts. Nathan rutting into the ground as he sips from between your legs like itâs the fountain of life. There are tools and weeds spread about, dirt smeared on skin and clothing alike. You two are the definition of a dirty, horny mess.
Nathanâs smile widens into something as beautiful as it is arousing, sending a shiver up your spine. âAnd now, youâre doing me. Lay back, Iâm making my wife cum.â
You donât have the discipline to object, not that you want to. Nathan had brought you to the precipice of your peak just to tease you down more than once, and now youâre wound tight, ready for release.
Nathan slides into you with practiced ease, bending to capture your mouth with his own, moans melting into each otherâs. His hips move against yours, gently but relentlessly, withdrawing completely before pressing in as far as your body will take him.
You let your legs fall open wider, clutching at his shoulders to stay as steady and still as possible, wanting it just like this, just how heâs giving it to you. He dusts kisses on any part of you he can reach as he continues to fuck youâ your cheeks, jaw, neck, coveting every inch of you.
âThatâs it, baby, let me fuck you. Let me make you feel good like Iâm sâpose to. Thatâs what Iâm for, hmm? To make my wife cum. Give her whatever she wants.â
âNathan, please. I need you, need more,â You beg softly.
He gets two of his fingers wet, snaking them between you so that he can rub softly at your clit. âI need you too, honey. Câmon, I know you can cum for me. Canât you?â
âYes. Mhmm, I can,â You nod, eyes wild with lust when you gaze up at him.
âYour pussyâs so fucking good, baby. Perfect fucking wife with the perfect little pussy. Gonna make me fill you up,â He groans, his voice growing more hoarse as he slowly unravels.
His cock, his praise, his filthâ they wind you tight, tight, tight, until you cum, clenching around his cock as you call out his name. Nathan lets out a breath gasp and then heâs filling you to the brim, whispering into your ear how much he loves you.
He kisses you until youâre both breathless and only then does he pull out to clean you both up. Nathan helps you into your panties and smooths your sundress back into place before refastening his jeans and snaking an arm around your waist. The two of you lay in content silence besides the occasional chirp of a bird and your mingling breath.
Suddenly he asks, âDo you wanna get married?â
You nearly choke on your laughter, turning your head to look over at him, âWe are married, you made it very clear in the filth you were spewing at me.â
He ignores your teasing, his brows are drawn together so you know heâs serious. âAgain. Do you want to get married again?â
âNathan, that wedding was a fortune.â
âWho gives a fuck how much it costs,â He scoffs, pulling you more firmly onto his chest. âI donât mean like that. I mean just me and you. The guy who guides the bullshit.â
âThe bullshit, huh?â
âYou know what I mean. What do you think?â
You frown, leaning back a little bit to look him in the eye. âI thought you liked our wedding.â
âHoney, I fucking loved our wedding,â He reassures you easily, smoothing a hand over your cheek.
âThen why again?â
âWhy wouldnât I want to marry you again?â
His answer completely floors you. Your heart melts. Soft and gooey, completely pliable and completely his. Youâd ask him to marry you if he wasnât already yours if he hadnât already asked you for the second time. You can see that your speechlessness is starting to get in his head, and he opens his mouth to say something.
You quickly cut him off with a kiss, murmuring against his lips, âI love it when you get all sentimental.â
There is no denying the soft flush in his cheeks, âHush.â
âYes, Nathan, Iâll marry you again. Can we do it here?â You gesture around to the garden.
âCan I do you here?â He asks suggestively, that charming smirk gracing his face again.
âYou already did.â
âAgain,â He whispers into your ear before he starts to suck kisses into the skin of your neck.
âAgain,â You breathe in agreement, blinking up at the blue sky once more.
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Youâre still fuming from the argument.
Actually, no. Scratch that. You were fuming, but now itâs slowly morphing into an irritated simmer. Itâs been about an hour since you stormed off to cool down, and youâre not ready to make peace yet.
At least, you think youâre not.
You hear footsteps approaching. Nathanâs footsteps. Of course, you think. This is his favorite part of every fightâthe dramatic entrance, the flourish. And there it is, right on schedule.
Nathan rounds the corner, wearing that shirt again.
White, crisp, with a bright red bloodstain smeared dramatically over the chest. Above it, in bold black letters: Iâm fine.
Because of course, Nathanâs idea of an apology isnât actually apologizing. No, itâs to be as Nathan as possible. Like wearing a shirt that reminds you of the fact that, oh yeah, he survived a murderous AI.
You canât help itâthe second you see it, your lips twitch against your will. You fight to keep your face stern, but Nathanâs doing that thing where he stands like a model in a cheap cologne ad, arms crossed, hip cocked, giving you his most exaggerated pout.
You stare at him, eyebrow arched. âSeriously?â
Nathan glances down at his chest, pretending heâs just noticed. âOh, this? Yeah. Almost forgot I was wearing it.â
You fold your arms, but the corner of your mouth twitches. Youâre determined not to let him win, but that shirt is so damn stupid.
âYou have got to be kidding me,â you mutter, trying to ignore the rising amusement in your chest.
Nathan raises an eyebrow, pretending to be hurt. âOh, so now youâre attacking the shirt? I thought youâd at least come for my feelings first.â
You roll your eyes. âNathan, we had a serious argument about a serious issue. Can you not be ridiculous for five minutes?â
He looks down at his shirt, then back at you, deadpan. âThis is how I express myself, okay? My feelings? On my chest? Very clearly marked. Literally bleeding heart here.â
You try to hold onto your anger, you really do. But heâs standing there, looking so absurd with that fake bloodstain that you can feel your defenses crumbling. âYou wear that every time we fight. Itâs getting old.â
âWow.â He presses a hand to his chest, right over the bloodstain. âYou really know how to twist the knife, donât you? Here I am, freshly wounded, barely surviving, and youâre saying I donât even bleed in an interesting way anymore?â
âWounded?â You snort, crossing your arms. âLast I checked, youâre the one who survived a literal robot stabbing. Pretty sure your feelings are fine.â
âOh, theyâre not fine,â he counters, stepping closer. âHence the shirt. You hurt me, deeply.â He taps the stain for emphasis. âEmotionally. Spiritually. Metaphorically.â
You narrow your eyes at him, trying desperately to stay serious, but his deadpan delivery is getting to you. No, you tell yourself. Youâre mad. Stay mad. This man is insufferable.
âNathanâŚâ
âAnd maybe,â he continues dramatically, âjust maybe⌠physically.â
Youâre biting your lip now, trying not to laugh. You shouldnât laugh. You are mad at him. You are really mad at him, but somehow, this man has managed to derail every serious argument youâve ever had with sheer absurdity.
He sees the crack in your resolve and steps closer, tilting his head slightly like heâs studying you. âYou know, Ava didnât stab me this hard,â he says, voice dropping into mock seriousness.
âStop,â you mutter, turning away to hide the smile threatening to break through.
âReally,â he insists, circling around you, still talking. âHer knife had a clean exit. This?â He motions toward the shirt. âThis cut runs deep.â
You groan, covering your face with your hands. âNathan, youâre impossible.â
He steps closer, nudging your shoulder lightly. âYou know, Ava stabbed me right here.â He taps the bloodstain on the shirt like itâs a merit badge. âI mean, this exact spot. Almost poetic, donât you think?â
You look up at him through your fingers. âPoetic?â
âYeah.â Heâs fully leaning into it now. âThe shirt, the fight, the fact that weâre both alive and kickingâŚwell, Iâm alive. You didnât get stabbed by your own robot creation, so I guess youâve got that going for you.â
Youâre trying so hard not to crack a smile, but itâs a losing battle. âYouâre such an ass.â
âAnd yet,â he says, standing in front of you again, âhere you are. Still with me. Still making me bleed, but somehowâŚâ He leans in with a smirk. ââŚIâm fine.â
Your hands drop from your face, and you canât hold it back anymoreâyou laugh. It starts as a small chuckle, but once you see the ridiculously triumphant grin on Nathanâs face, it grows into full-on laughter. âOh my god, youâre an idiot.â
He takes a little bow. âI prefer âbrave survivorâ, but Iâll take what I can get.â
You shake your head, half-exasperated, half-amused. âWeâre supposed to be mad at each other.â
Nathan grins wider. âHey, youâre the one who hurt my delicate, fragile heart. This shirtâs just here to remind you.â
âYouâre insufferable.â
âAnd you love it.â He winks, then pulls you into a light hug, his chin resting on your shoulder. âCâmon, admit it. You canât stay mad at me when Iâm bleeding all over the place.â
You laugh against his shoulder. âYouâre lucky that shirtâs so stupid.â
âI love you, too.â He pulls back, looking entirely too pleased with himself.
â â â
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How Romantic
Nathan Bateman X f!Reader
Blurb 10 for Melody's 2023 Ficversary Celebration
NSFW below the cut
Nathan wasnât the roses and wine type of romantic.
Nathan was the type of romantic to build an android based on your porn search history so he could give you the night of your life, holding you up between himself and the bot and lowering you down on both their cocks simultaneously. He even made the bot a little bigger than himself because the videos you watched always had a girl with her asshole stretched out around a fatter dick than his.
âIsnât this what you wanted, honey?â Nathan asked, alternating his thrusts in time with the android.
âMm,â you choked out, tears streaming down your cheeks from the overstimulation.
He chuckled, âYouâre acting like such a fuckinâ crybaby for someone who practically begged for this, you know that?â He huffed in your ear, picking up speed. âI mean, you knew Iâd see what you were looking up, I bet this is what you were hoping for isnât it?â
You nodded, even though you hadnât really thought Nathan would be selfless enough to use time and resources on your sexual fantasies. You knew part of him mustâve been interested in seeing you like this.
âYou know what else?â His movements slowed, and you felt the android follow suit, âI saw how much you replayed that one part where the girl got fucking s-stuffed, fuckâŚâ
Not only did you feel the heat of Nathanâs spend painting the insides of your greedy cunt, you felt the android halt, thick cock pulsating and filling your asshole deep with spend. That was fucking cumâŚ
Nathan smirked against your ear, âfeel familiar? Thatâs all me honey, had my shit stored up in a freezer so I could really give you something special.â
You could always count on Nathan to be full of surprisesâŚ
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Pairing: Nathan Bateman x fem (afab) reader (reader has vaginismus) Word count: 4.8K Dividers by @saradika-graphics Warning: 18+ MDNI, smut, Nathan being Nathan-ish lol? Reader has vaginismus some paragraphs about that and mentions of dilators and pelvic physio. There are no other physical descriptions of reader other than afab body parts. Run on sentences, sorry! A/N: This is my first time writing Nathan so bear with me and be kind please, he's making me unwell đ brain fog is still bad post-surgery so if it's extra bad I'm sorry! Most of this wasn't proof read... Sorry! Really started to hate it after 2K words and almost deleted it whoops. Thank you to @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction for letting me talk about the Nathan thoughts Comments and reblogs are appreciated and encouraged 𫶠Please validate me.
Nathanâs brow furrowed and his face shifted into a scowl as he noticed a pale orange sticky note on an empty section of the wall, it was excluded from his mural of notes. It caught his attention,
disgustingly so, just as you knew it would. Physio, back in the afternoon :) was scrawled out in bright pink ink in your handwriting, it was a nauseating combination, he already felt a headache coming on and it had nothing to do with the beer heâd drunk last night. Heâd still start another detox today, may as well he thought.Â
It perplexed him why youâd gone in the first place and not because he didnât take your health seriously, he did of course, just in his own unique Nathan way. It was more that Nathan just couldnât understand why youâd want to leave the compound, he could have any medical practitioner, the best of the best, flown out to his estate to treat you. No waiting rooms with randos or sick people, wait times, bad radio music and ads to uncomfortably sit through. He could have any practitioner flown out and starting treatment or an examination at the snap of his fingers.Â
Youâd told Nathan several times now that despite how much he loved staying in the isolated compound, it was nice to leave sometimes and well⌠see people. It wasnât something he could see the appeal in and it would be another conversation youâd have when you come back.Â
Nathan wouldnât say it but he also felt moodier as youâd elusively left bed without him knowing and he didnât get a kiss. Well, he did, technically. After seeing your note he sat at his desk and watched the security footage, youâd kissed his forehead before he left which sure, mightâve been a sweet thought but he didnât count it as you hadnât woken him up, a real goodbye wouldâve been thoughtful he mutters to himself. But you both know, he wouldâve grumbled into the pillow if youâd woken him up but he still liked those moments, Nathan was just a brat who liked to act moody no matter what.Â
Itâs sprawling acres of luscious greenery below on the helicopter flight back, it always is but it still never ceases to amaze you when you see it. Nathanâs estate was large, the compound was isolated into its own bubble which was annoying at times you couldnât fault him for choosing somewhere so rich in greens and tall trees to hide away in.Â
Itâs quiet when you finally go inside, minus the usual programmed notes that fill the air. The glass maze of the compound is filled with natural light, it makes the space feel warmer. When you could imagine it would easily feel unwelcoming and cold to anyone else who could walk these floors.Â
Nathan tilts his head as he rounds a corner to stand in front of you as you walk in.Â
âHow did you sleep?â You take your shoes off as you ask.Â
âFine enough.â He then pinches the bridge of her nose. âYou didnât wake me.âÂ
Itâs a statement but it almost feels like a question, you look away from your shoes to look at him and see his big brown eyes that make you smile and almost a pout on his lips. You offer him a small smile and nod as you walk more into the scientific home.Â
 âYou know, I can get someone to come here and do the appointments right?âÂ
âYes, I know.â You smile softly and let out a small sigh, itâs a conversation you have each week, his lack of awareness is borderline amusing. âBut I like her, sheâs great.âÂ
âI donât know if you realise thisâŚâ He tilts his head and waves his hands sarcastically as if heâs going to reveal something life changing. âBut I can pay her to come out here, thereâs a functioning helicopter, youâre familiar with it.âÂ
âI donât know if you realise this,â you chuckle at the bluntness of his words and try to speak with the exact same sarcastic tone as his. âBut sometimes, it can be nice to leave the compoundâŚâ You bite your lip playfully as you take your coat off.Â
âWell, now I know youâre sick, really sick and obviously misdiagnosed. Youâre seeing the wrong experts.â Thereâs a tone of slight disgust in his voice, he speaks as if the idea of leaving his scientific oasis shrouded by greenery and water is the most insane and upsetting thing heâs ever heard. You roll your eyes and sit down on the sofa, putting your bag down.Â
âWhat is that?â He points his finger and waves it as he looks at the box peeking out of your bag. Â
âTheyâre uh, dilators.â You say as you look up at him while he stands by you.Â
âWhy did you buy them? I couldâve made them, let me look.âÂ
âNot you or anyone in your team is a pelvic physiotherapist or gynaecologist.âÂ
âYeah, yeah, yeah, but they also donât know your vagina like I do.â Nathan rolls his eyes and scoffs, he almost seems insulted, which shouldnât surprise you but it does.
A dry chuckle escapes you at his words, theyâre so crude and blunt. Your eyebrows raise as you look up at him, comfortably sinking more into the soft sofa as his large hands pick up your bag and pull out the box with the dilators in them.Â
It was your third time having one of those appointments, but it was something youâd struggled with for many years. You didnât even realise it was a âproblemâ for so long. It was somewhat normalised to not even look at a tampon for a few years after your first period, so it wasnât really something you immediately discovered. Your periods werenât fun but who had fun periods, right? Only people in pad commercials.Â
It took a few years, you were happy to ignore tampons during the first few menstruating years. But after that you opened that first box of tampons, studying the instructions and small educational illustrations on the folded up paper, youâd had no luck. It made you feel weird and gave you a sense of shame you couldnât speak about so you didnât. You spent years quietly using pads and almost feeling like you were missing out on something.Â
In college, a period had come early and you asked your roommate if she had anything on her, sheâd casually given you a tampon and you felt your abdomen become uncomfortable and your pelvic floor apprehensively tighten. Youâd moved into that awkward position over the toilet that was supposed to relax you and make it easier but not to your surprise, youâd had no luck. It hurt and felt awful, your body had tensed up more and the more deep breaths you took, the more you seemed to clamp up.Â
It wasnât an issue with the tampon, something youâd tried to tell yourself for years. You felt ashamed and embarrassed in this, the first thought that entered your head was no, itâs something wrong with you. One that persisted for longer than youâd like to admit.Â
âThis silicone isnât good enough,â Nathanâs words bring you back to the present and your eyebrows twitch at his words, his eyes are squinted as he reads the box and holds a dilator in his hand, of course he went for the biggest one.Â
âBut itâs the one with the physio recommended, it was the âhigher-endâ option-â You say feeling confused and almost frustrated at what was either Nathan being Nathan or another failure of womenâs healthcare.Â
âYeah, but your vagina deserves better than silicone that you buy from a doctorâs office-âÂ
âPhysio-â âYou just proved my point even more.â His voice drips with arrogance and you sigh leaning into the sofa even more, it might just swallow you in a minute which wouldnât be too much of an inconvenience.Â
âYouâre so romantic,â you tease and he nods. âYeah, yeah I am.â He sits down on the sofa next to you,Â
It all kind of surprises you honestly, it still does but he really surprised you at the start. Dating has always made you extremely anxious because vaginismus threw a big spanner in the works. When you were diagnosed after years of silent struggling and worrying, it wasnât quite the relief youâd imagine a diagnosis would be. It made dating feel more stressful, that something needed to be disclosed and there wasnât a large time window of appropriate timing.Â
Even as an adult, it still felt like something that was difficult to talk about and with each date it had been a scary thing as it felt like it would be a dealbreaker for most people. You had assumed Nathan Bateman would be in that boat, the first impression he left definitely wasnât a âThatâs cool, weâll take it slow!â vibe. Heâd surprised you though, the stigma youâd felt about it for as long as you started to think of it was a problem just didnât exist with him.Â
When you didnât believe his surprising response heâd reassured you it was an opportunity to explore other things if you wanted and heâd said he could look at a list of options for healthcare youâd never even heard of. Surprisingly there wasnât any pressure, but youâd eventually made the choice to start with pelvic physiotherapy. That was still scary but it seemed like a good practical first step. A much better and realer step than taking deep breaths or drinking wine like youâd been told by some doctors before.Â
Nathan tilts his head, you pinch his nose as you watch his face, like clockwork his nose screws up, scrunching his face.Â
âThatâs not as cute as you think it is.â He says tilting his head away.Â
âSure.âÂ
âIâm serious, Iâm honestly surprised you havenât stabbed me in the back thinking youâd get away with it because of your cute privilege.â He teases you, feigning complete seriousness.Â
You chuckle and shake your head slightly. Nathan moves closer to press a soft kiss to your forehead.Â
âIâm going to do some work, donât conspire against me. Iâm not in the mood for AI or Caesar and Brutus role playing today, itâs not what my hardwareâs going for today.â He says as he gets up, he gives your hand a slight squeeze, he rubs his forehead and leaves the room, casually exiting with âIâll be good, I promise.âÂ
Itâs later in the afternoon now, some sunlight is trickling through the gaps in the leaves and branches of the trees outside and it comes through with the open nature of the compoundâs design. Youâre sitting down listening to an audiobook with your headphones on tapping away at your keyboard as your eyes focus on the screen in front of you, missing Nathanâs entrance.Â
He walks in, tapping your shoulder behind you, it startles you and you jump on the couch. You whip your head around to look over your shoulder and give him a glare before taking a deep breath and trying to lower your heart rate.Â
The headphones are quickly pulled off of you and he places them down on the coffee table as he makes his way around the sofa to then stand in front of you. Heâs holding something in his hand, itâs almost a pale blue, you have no idea what it is.Â
âReady for something cool?â He asks softly with a small smile. âMmm?â You hum out, looking up at him as you close your laptop screen.Â
âThis,â he holds the blue thing in his hands in front of you, it has some loose straps at the bottom and it looks to have different ridges and textures on it. âWhat is it?âÂ
âWell the perverts call it a grinder, honey,â he says softly but his eyes are burning smugly as he starts to quirk his mouth up into a shit eating grin.Â
You feel your eyes widen as you look up from the grinder to Nathan and your cheeks start to heat up. âYouâre a pervertâŚâÂ
âTomato, Tomato.â He shrugs. âBut sure. I was thinking and looking over some stuff-â
âYeah, but no matter what you say I still feel like you get your information from medical papers AND Reddit.â You interrupt.Â
âDonât put me down like that, especially when youâre interrupting me.â He pouts mockingly. âBut look at it, no penetration, isnât that fucking perfect?âÂ
You look at it and feel your cheeks heat up the longer you do.Â
âWhen they say âhe loved her to the point of inventionâ, I donât think this is what they meanâŚâ You shy;y whisper as you look at it, intentionally not meeting his eyes. Itâs an odd shape and has different textures and ridges all over it.Â
âI like that, thatâs very⌠well, poetic.â He says almost thoughtfully as his beautiful brown eyes focus on you. Â
âI didnât say-â âI know itâs a quote from elsewhere.â He cuts you off smugly and sighs dramatically. Heâs still proud of his intelligence and capabilities. Heâs a god amongst men after all.Â
âLetâs give it a go my little test bunny,â he tilts his head and teases. âThatâs not funny.â You say as you finally look up at him and meet his eyes, they quickly become a little bit kinder and less smug.Â
Nathan chuckles and sits down, he starts to tug at and adjust his sweatpants as he sits down. He carefully straps the grinder onto his thigh and then turns his attention to you. He smirks and raises his dark eyebrows.Â
âCome on, saddle up cowgirl, your uh sexual chariot awaits.â He says smugly and pats his thigh.Â
âWhat?â Your cheeks burn up even more at his words, if someone touched them now theyâd think you have a fever. You physically feel your eyes widen in both shock and a feeling of embarrassment at his words.Â
Youâd grinded on him before, his strong thighs sure. It was something Nathan had no problem with, he loved it when youâd use his body like that for your pleasure. It was something he didnât just love but also encouraged. It had also always been something much more comfortable and less painful than penetration.Â
âIt vibrates and weâve had several conversations about vibrations helping to desensitise and I read-âÂ
âDid you read it on reddit?â You ask.Â
âDonât deflect.â He sighs and shakes his head. âOnly Iâm allowed that tactic here.âÂ
Nathan puts his thumb and index finger on your chin and tilts your face so youâre looking into his pretty puppy dog eyes. He can be annoying at times but they turn you into mush. âWe donât have to.â He whispers and rubs your chin gently. âAnd if we do⌠We can go as slow as you want, we can stop whenever you want, stop if it ever gets close to almost hurting or feeling uncomfortable. Youâll uh dictate, call the shots like a sexy little compound dictator.â
âYou were saying something so unusually sweet and then that happened.â You chuckle softly. He still has his fingers on your chin, he tilts your head more and then brings his face closer and kisses you.Â
Nathanâs lips are soft and pillowy, they perfectly meld against yours in a soft kiss that he slowly deepens. You place your hands on his shoulders as his tongue gently presses into your mouth, heat courses through his body as you open your mouth for him and he feels your tongue.Â
His hand moves to the back of your neck, itâs warm and firm. He moans into your mouth and your cheeks heat up, you smile against his lips as you two continue to kiss. You feel Nathan's hands move to the waist of your dress, his fingers run over the soft fabric before they travel further down.Â
You groan against his lips and breath in shakily as his fingers reach the hem of the fabric and his hands start to slowly push the material up to around your waist. Nathan gently manoeuvres you to straddle his thigh.Â
âI want you to feel goodâŚâ He whispers in a low tone, he opens his eyes and blinks slowly, he looks at you and you feel butterflies squirm in your stomach at the look of his chocolate eyes half-lidded from pleasure and need.Â
He slips a hand down between your legs and runs his thumb over your vulva, he watches your face before lightly running it through your folds. You let out a soft moan at that and then a louder one as his digit explores more of you externally. Heâs watching your face and body as his fingers feel you become wet, you canât help but let out a string of more moans as his fingers continue to light you up perfectly. Nathanâs in complete awe of how good you look and watching each microexpression to make sure itâs all pleasure and not a single look of pain.Â
Blinking slowly, you nod as you rub your hands gently over his shoulders for a moment and nod, you let him fully manoeuvre you onto his thick thigh as he presses the skirt of the dress up more and lowers you down onto the grinder.Â
Your brow furrows a little and your cheeks heat up as you can feel the ridges against your folds, you place your hands on his shoulder and chest to help support yourself against him as you lean to the left a little and start to rub slowly.Â
A small gasp escapes as you feel pleasure start to build, it doesnât hurt with it just being external but thereâs something about the slight incline designed there and the ridges that made that feel so good. More good than you wouldâve thought.Â
âHowâs that?â He whispers, watching in awe as you start to slowly move.
You gasp and nod, letting out a small moan. âMm, yeah⌠It doesnât-it doesnât hurtâŚâÂ
âGoodâŚâ he nods and moans, he leans back on the sofa slightly and looks up at you as you keep moving slowly, getting used to the new toy and how it makes your whole body feel.Â
Nathan places one of his large hands onto your hips, he feels your skin and caresses it softly, letting his hand trail down to your hip where he rubs small circles onto you. You can feel your cheeks heating up at this, itâs a different feeling and new.Â
âDo you want to try the vibrator now?â He whispers.Â
You bite your lip and nod. âYes⌠Yes, I really do NathanâŚâ You whisper breathlessly, feeling your body flutter in anticipation. Your head falls back and you let out a moan as you feel the vibrations start to buzz against your clitoris and folds. Itâs not too much pressure, itâs a great level to start at and youâre appreciative of that because it feels amazing, you can feel yourself becoming wetter and the ball of release waiting to unwind now.Â
You rock your hips slowly as it buzzes through, youâre testing the waters and lightly scratching his head as you do so. You take a shaky breath as you feel the different textures, the slight raises, ridges and as the vibrations travel through your body and hit your core.Â
Nathan lets out a groan at the feeling of your nails against his scalp and closes his eyes. His hands rub your hips gently, guiding you and you press your head against his shoulder, starting to moan slightly as the sensitive nerves come to life with the heat of pleasure. Your forehead burrows into him more as you feel Nathan adjust it to slightly increase the intensity of the vibrations, you let out a whine at the feeling. It tingles deliciously and you bite your lip.Â
Heâs watching your expressions, making sure it never gets too much. Heâs done this for your enjoyment, he wants you to feel good and for this not to put too much pressure or stress on you and possibly cause a pelvic floor flare up.Â
Nathan feels your hot breath tickle against his shoulder as you moan and muffle, the feeling of that, of knowing that heâs responsible for this, for giving you this kind of pleasure and getting to bask in it makes his cock throb as he watches you and listens to your musical moans.Â
He puts his hand to your cheek and tilts your head away from his shoulder, he loves feeling your moans as well as hearing them but now he needs to feel your lips. He tilts your head closer to meet his mouth and your lips collide in a messy, frenzy kiss.Â
Both of you are consumed with pleasure and passion and it shows in the meeting of your lips, your tongues delve into each other's mouths in a frenzied dance. You moan against his mouth as you keep moving against the grinder and it feels so good, youâve never felt anything like it before and the combination of that with Nathanâs lips is the hottest thing ever.Â
He keeps deepening the kiss, Nathan is head over heels and seeks contact however he can get it, he loves having you like this and feeling your tongue against his, your breath mixing into you both panting as one in each otherâs embrace.Â
Itâs the stuff of dreams. His dreams. His wet dreams.Â
You both continue to kiss and then Nathan pulls away slightly. âHow does it feel, baby?â He whispers and you feel the breath of his words tickle your kiss swollen lips.Â
âGood⌠So good, NateâŚâ You whisper between moans as you keep rocking your hips.Â
âDoes it hurt?â He asks in a low gravelly voice as he blinks slowly while watching you, you shake your head in response.Â
âNot at all.âÂ
Nathan nods. âGood.âÂ
Nathan keeps one hand on your hip as the other hand then reaches down to free himself. He looks up at you with his big brown eyes and grips his length. Itâs already aching, it never takes long for him to get worked up. Nathan gives himself a slow pump, you feel a shiver in your spine as your body tingles in anticipation and you watch with bated breath as he does.Â
âSpit.âÂ
Itâs a soft command that you follow, you blink slowly and tilt your head down just over his tip and spit down onto the head of his angry cock. It twitches as you do, he lets out a loud moan, feeling incredibly turned on at both the sight and feeling of that.Â
His eyes closed for a moment, his thick, dark lashes fanning against his cheeks as he tilted his head and his groans, squeezing his now lubricated cock with his hand. He starts to pump himself now and you let out a moan watching, you canât tear your eyes away and itâs an erotic feast for your eyes as you keep grinding against the toy, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to your peak.Â
Those charming, big brown eyes open again, theyâre half-lidded as he looks at you, watching you. His breathing is slow and heavy as he keeps pumping himself, the sounds coming from you both are filthy and heavy in the air.Â
You reach a hand down to lightly tug at his tip just as he likes, Nathan lets out a loud moan at that, bucking his hips a little for more friction with your gentle, soft hands. You moan and bite your lip at his response, you start to pump him as well and he moans watching you, his hand moving to his base and heavy balls as he keeps watching the pretty sight on his lap.Â
It doesnât take long at all for him to get there, his length is throbbing and on the verge of being perfectly milked by your hands and heâs loving the feeling of you on him. On his dick with your hands, on his leg, rubbing yourself to climax. He knows youâre getting close and thatâs making him close.Â
After a couple of minutes of pumping him, he canât hold back anymore. He needs release and his cock is already leaking pre come, lubricating him even more by coating all over his length with your spit. He thrusts his hips up and whines out loudly, Nathan pants and cries. âFuck⌠baby⌠FuckâŚâ He whines as he comes all over your hand and his toned stomach.Â
He pants heavily, his face looking flustered and he looks up at you with heavy eyes and you smile, feeling your cheeks burning up. Itâs all so hot and his release has just turned you on even more. You know youâre on the verge too and youâre glad because thereâs not really any pain so far.Â
âI think Iâm gettingâŚâ You pant out.Â
âClose? Not too much?â He asks softly as he has one hand on himself and the other on your hip, gently helping you rock yourself on top of him.Â
âMm, close. Itâs good.â You moan and rock your hips more, trying to get a bit more of the ridges near the top to rub against your clitoris, you know thatâs what will push you over the edge with these vibrations.Â
You keep rocking as the vibrations make you sing with moans and you squeeze his shoulders and look at him with wide eyes before shutting them tightly in pleasure.Â
You shake slightly in his lap as your release builds up to the peak and the waves of pleasure crash over you and your body feels hot as you come and release. You cry out and moan as you orgasm on the grinder and his thigh. He stops the vibrations knowing that overstimulation and post-orgasm can make vaginismus hurt more and flare up. Youâre still gripping onto his shoulders and you pant, trying to recover your breath.Â
He caresses your cheek as you both pant and he presses a gentle kiss to your lips and rubs your back. âFeeling okay? You did so good, you really did baby.âÂ
You nod and rest your head against his chest as you feel his heart hammer away like a loud drum, youâre not sure who has the higher heart rate as you move off of the grinder and cuddle him.Â
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It had been a week since the first grinder experiment on the couch, it was later in the evening. You were just getting into bed, having come from a nice long bath to try and help relax your pelvic floor and soothe some of the discomfort youâd had that day.Â
âThere.â Nathan throws something onto the bed.Â
âHmm? What is it?â You look over at him, not paying much attention to the objects.Â
âItâs the better dilators.â He says matter of factly in the most casual way possible.Â
You raise your eyebrows, trying to suppress a chuckle but it comes out within seconds. You look at them curiously with a smile.Â
âThis is more of what I was expecting for your gynaecological experiments than a grinder, but knowing you, I shouldâve expected the grinder first.â You say and pick up one of the new dilators.Â
âI think they have to go through some kind of review process technically?â You ask looking over at him.Â
âYou didnât have that concern for the grinder.â He responds smugly with a devilish grin and you feel your cheeks heat up. âBut donât worry, thatâs why it took so long, all those stupid doctors with ill-judged priorities. I had a physio in New York, Stockholm, and three gynaecologists approved it. Good enough for you?â He tilts his chin down and raises his eyebrows.Â
âFour wouldâve been ideal, but Iâll take it.â You say with a chuckle but still sigh dramatically as you look at the dilators which just makes him shake his head and sit down on the bed. Theyâre lighter, the material does feel a bit nicer but there wasnât really anything wrong with the material of the first ones youâd brought. You do notice that theyâre a bit smaller which makes you smile, even the smallest in the other pack still felt quite big and had given you anxiety. This feels more reassuring, something you know wouldâve been why Nathan made this design choice.Â
âThe sizes?â You whisper.Â
âYeah, I thought smaller would be more manageable and easier for easing in.â He says casually and then explains the design and material choices as you nod along, touched by the unique gesture.Â
âThatâs kind of sweet, thank you, you weirdo.â You smile and kiss his cheek. Nathan unusually so, doesnât say anything but he smiles enjoying the feeling of your soft lips against his. He wouldnât freely admit it to anyone but it makes it all worth it to him.Â
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So I was watching this ILD interview andâŚ
Nathan Bateman pussy whisperer (?)
#I really shouldnât be thinking what Iâm thinking cause heâs just being sincere and not giving double meanings as he always does#this is also a thing Jake would do for sure#Oscar Isaac#ex machina interview#Nathan Bateman
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just thinking about oscar isaac and his ginger co stars you know
#i guess technically gus could be there too#oscar isaac#ex machina#nathan bateman#dohmnall gleeson#star wars#poe dameron#bb8#scenes from a marriage#jonathan levy#jessica chastain#inside llewyn davis#jane talks
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Perfect Fit (Volume 2 of 3)
(you read that right I'm a liar as usual)
"And that simmering resentment burns, turning over inside you, fuelingâŚpure lust."
Read Volume 1 || Perfect Fit Masterlist
Pairing: Nathan Bateman from Ex Machina x f!reader
Word Count: 6.5k
Summary: Read volume 1 first. You are staying at Nathan's secluded home, part of an ongoing experiment that involves a lot of sex with him and his lookalike android Nate. But who is who, and are you truly safe?
Content: MDNI, NSFW, you are responsible for your reading. (more below the cut) Nathan Bateman should be warning enough
Content/Warnings: sci-fi horror elements, p in v, unprotected sex, fingering, voyeurism, degradation AND praise, creampie, cum eating, spitting, nipple play, impact play, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, oral-m rec., anal sex, group sex, dub con related to gaslighting, sex with AI/androids, language, other sci-fi nonsense, violence, wounds, blood, not beta'd
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"Here, taste this." You offer an oversized spoon to Nate so he can sample the vegan stew you've been working on all morning. The aroma permeates the air around you, and your stomach releases a symphony of anticipatory grumbles.
The android smirks, but it's playful, not condescending, like his creator. "You know I don't eat. Sounds like you need to, though."
"You can taste, can't you?" You challenge, nodding for him to at least bring it to his tongue.
He wets his lips, dark eyes flickering from your face down the curves of your body. "Yeah, I can taste, sweetheart." His tongue darts out to swipe over his plush lips for good measure.
"Jesus, you're as bad as Nathan," you huff, only half serious anyway. Shrugging one shoulder, you sip the stew yourself, humming at the hearty flavor. "More for me."
Nate regards you carefully for a moment before dutifully reaching into the cupboard for two bowls. "I want to, you know... Eat."
"I'm sure Nathan could make it happen," you nonchalantly reply. "I mean, there are certainly fluids that come out of your body as it is."
"Nicely put, sweetheart," Nate chuckles, presenting the bowls to you. "Nathan couldn't have said it better, I'm sure."
"Fuck you," you tease, bumping him with your hip, nodding toward the twin bowls he's offered. "Why two? Nathan eating with us?"
"You never know."
Nate was right. Determining what Nathan would or would not do, or where he might even turn up was a bit of mystery lately. You were starting to believe you all lived in a modernized house from the board game Clue - complete with mysteries and secret passages.
Nathan disappeared and reappeared at the oddest times.
But there's Nate. He's...softer. He smiles more than Nathan - laughs, even. There's a tender warmth in those earthy eyes. Or Nate's letting you think there is. Or perhaps Nathan's letting you think it. You can't be entirely sure.
Life is like this lately. Nate cooks with you, talks with you - not just at you - plays Scrabble with you, sometimes even Uno - your favorite. (Nathan doesn't even consider it a real game). You work out, swim, hike, fuck - like, a lot, watch movies, take baths...
Nate does everything a regular person might do, except use a digestive system. If Nathan really is trying to pass him off as human, you're not sure why he has withheld this particular function from his creation.
And your role as Nathan's employee has never been more ambiguous. In fact, you haven't done any actual work in a few weeks, unless spending copious amounts of domestic and coital time on camera was in your job description. (Knowing Nathan, it was.)
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Nate has been venturing into your bedroom at night anytime he wants. You haven't told him no. In fact, you usually roll over and play with your toy.
This is what Nathan wants, right? For you to 'use him', to see if Nate can pass as a human? All while Nathan watches.
So you give him a show. This is apparently your work, although it feels like extended holiday.
Forget sleep. You can sleep whenever this weird, once-in-a-lifetime fuckfest ends and you are flown out of here, back to your humdrum life.
In the meantime, there's a very eager cock hard and ready as you sink down and slowly start to ride him. The stretch of him inside you pulls a moaning sigh from your lips.
Nate's hands rove all over you - thick fingers gripping your thighs, pushing up over your abdomen to cup your breasts. He likes to make you feel good - that's what he tells you anyway, as his thumbs swipe your sensitive nipples.
And this is a possible way you think you're able to tell Nate apart from Nathan.
Nathan is always about Nathan. Oh, he knows what he's doing in bed and you like everything he does. But it's for him. Everything is, always.
Nate seems different.
Probably all in your head, but as he pushes the pad of his thumb over your clit, you can't find it in you to care either way.
Besides, you keep proving Nathan wrong, at least by your own estimation, and that brings its on brand of pleasure. See, you've figured out that Nate's ego, although nearly a match for his maker's, is his weakness - or, if not a weakness, then it's at least a foolproof way to determine which "twin" is bottomed out inside your cunt.
Rolling over with him still inside, you relax while he pleasures you eagerly.
"Show me how fast you can move," is all it takes for a clearly non-human Nate to turn into your personal vibrating toy.
He looks like Nathan - feels just as good, with the same thick cock - the expanse of his defined shoulders, toned chest, corded neck that seems to invite your tongue to lave over it hungrily - but...Nate is ultimately a machine. He has more stamina and he can move in ways his master cannot...when Nathan allows it, of course.
At your urging, Nate's cock plunges inside you and you verbally "coax" his setting to high. Your Nathan-shaped toy makes you scream in ecstasy as he vibrates your pussy through a rapid orgasm, your body shaking with a euphoric rush that keeps you happily entangled in this experiment. While building toward another, Nate abruptly powers down.
The muscled weight of him pins you to the bed, leaving you not only unsatisfied, but trapped. You call for help, but you hear nothing for the next few seconds.
"Nathan, I know you're watching, you asshole," you huff, finding it a little difficult to breathe underneath the android's dead weight, let alone yell. "Get him off me." You hope Nathan's watching, anyway. You haven't laid eyes on him in a week.
You almost tremble with relief as Nathan strolls in a couple minutes later, shirtless, with black joggers hanging low on his hips.
"Something wrong, babydoll?" He casually taunts, pushing his wire frames up his nose. He gestures dramatically at his creation. "Your little toy malfunction?"
"Nathan, come on," you practically wheeze.
He snorts, and with a determined head shake, rolls the android off your body - Nate's inanimate form thumping on the bed beside you.
Then that damn question - your weakness: "You okay, sweetheart?" Easing down to hover over you, Nathan cages you in with his muscular arms, mustering a puppy eyed countenance that could almost count as concern.
"Like you give a shit," you somewhat playfully whine, squirming underneath him, pounding your fists against his chest in a dramatic pout - when in actuality, you're thrilled to see him. "You did that on purpose."
"That so?" He volleys, dark eyebrows shooting up patronizingly as he drags his fingers through your soaked folds. "He's been malfunctioning - you know this." His middle finger plunges inside you effortlessly while his thumb languidly toys with your clit.
You make no effort to stop him. If he's going to manipulate you, you might as well enjoy it - your mantra. Or maybe your excuse to endure it all.
"I don't know 'this'," you refute - your words weakly attempting to sting as your body shifts receptively to meet the thrusting of his fingers, moaning deeply as he slides two more fingers inside you and curls them forward, into that spongy softness deep within. "Where have you been? Do you seriously spend all day watching us like a TV show?"
Yanking his digits right back out, Nathan smacks your wet cunt as a warning. The sting jolts your body, as pain skitters along every nerve ending, but you crave his attention so desperately, your pussy drips, yearning for friction.
"You know how busy I am," he warns, but you moan at the rough stimulation of your clit as he smacks you again.
"Fuck me or get out of my room," you snarl, shoving at his shoulders.
He actually laughs. "Such a needy whore." He tuts condescendingly before shrugging his bare shoulders. "You don't want answers - fine, I'll put my mouth to better use."
You naturally assume Nathan plans to eat you out but he climbs back up your body and rests his elbows on either side of your head, holding his weight off you. Reaching up with his fingers, he pulls his wire frames off his face and tosses them on Nate's bare, inanimate chest.
On any other man, these stunning, deep brown eyes would melt you on the spot. And they almost do now as he holds your gaze, touching his forehead to yours.
"I have missed you," he murmurs, rendering you speechless.
Then he kisses you.
And...fuck, it's a good kiss. The heat of his breath ghosts your cheek as his fuzzy beard tickles your chin. His lips - a scandalously soft contrast to the rest of him - invite yours open, into a tangle of breath and the wet thrust of his tongue over yours.
His thumb traces the contour of your jaw with deceptive tenderness as he settles on top of you. You part for air and he stares down into your eyes, his prominent nose brushing against yours. His mouth meets yours again and you feel the weight of his clothed cock push against your drenched cunt.
He knows you like to be kissed. And how you like it.
He kisses you and kisses you and grinds the soft cotton of his joggers over your clit, dragging, agonizingly slowly, back and forth, sending sparks of pleasure and desire surging along every nerve ending as he shares your breath, cradling your face and licking into you so hotly...
And he keeps you here for an eternity - steadily grinding, making out with you like a teenager in his bedroom.
If he's taking scientific notes, which he always does - he will note that it takes you 27 minutes to come like this. He never gives you anything else, but his mouth and the steady tickle and drag over your clit as he dry humps you.
He controls the pace, because, of course he does. And you remain at his mercy, willingly.
Your back arches in rapture and he tears his mouth from yours to watch you fall apart underneath him.
Then he gets what he wants when you moan and whimper his name.
His name.
Okay, personal vibrating fuck toys aside, this was pure paradise. Your chest heaves as you attempt to catch your breath - your chest rising and falling deliciously as you come back to yourself.
"Goddamn, you're beautiful," Nathan groans appreciatively.
When your eyes finally, lazily peel open, you find him standing on his knees over you, joggers shoved down past the swell of his ample hips, jerking himself to the sight of you attempting to catch your breath.
Out of habit, you reach for his cock to help finish him off, but he gently brushes your hand away. "Just lie there," he instructs, vigorously working his dextrous fingers over the heavy length of his weeping cock. "Look fucking perfect, babydoll. Stay right there. Gonna come on your tits."
You moan his name again, locking eyes with him and thrusting your breasts out purposely before reaching to toy with your nipples, rolling them between your fingers.
"Such a dirty slut," he grunts, wetting his lips at the sight of you fondling yourself. It only takes a few more strokes for him to spill his thick ropes of cum all over you, as promised, delicious sounds rumbling out of his broad chest as the warmth of him coats your skin.
Wetting your lips, you take advantage of his split second of sated vulnerability and decide to tease him, spreading his cum all over your breasts with your fingers.
"Better clean you up," he says, before commanding Nate to power on.
Malfunctioning, your ass. Nathan probably powered the android down on purpose earlier.
"Suck her tits. Clean her up," Nathan commands, nodding toward your chest.
Nate complies, gazing down at you briefly before lowering his lips to your nipple and swirling his tongue over the pebbled flesh, swiping through a glob of Nathan's spend.
Nathan chuckles, amused, before easing down to capture your other nipple. Both men latch onto your tits, swirling their tongues and sucking you vigorously.
"Oh my god," you moan, writhing underneath them, wondering how you could possibly want anything more after a couple of orgasms this evening.
Nathan starts up again, reaching for your cunt, knowing how overstimulated you are. He's been testing your limits lately. Before you can protest, however, Nate pulls off your tit with a pop, easing up to nuzzle your neck and breathe on your ear.
"You okay, baby?"
You smile at him adoringly, Nathan notes - then responds, naughtily cramming four fingers roughly into your pussy.
"Nathan, hold on," you gasp, reaching for his arm. "It's too much. I need a second."
Slowly removing his hand, he scoffs, pinching your nipple hard with his free hand, causing you to hiss in surprise.
"Give her a damn second," Nate echoes, earning a glare from his maker.
Nathan immediately powers him down again; only this time Nate doesn't land on top of you.
"Would you stop that?" You huff, working your arm free of Nate's deadened grasp. "Your god complex, I swear."
Nathan stares at you blankly for thirty straight seconds. You're unsure if you've ever heard him shut the hell up for this long while fully conscious.
"Have fun with your toy," he spits, stalking out of the room.
You groan in frustration. Nathan is such a child sometimes. Nate was only trying to listen to you - to watch out for you.
All right, maybe you haven't been fair to Nate. You've been using him as a life-sized vibrator, but he really does seem to care.
Your mind briefly drifts to the dozens of times he's drawn you a hot bath, washed your body in the shower, made sure you had plenty of water to drink, used a damp cloth to clean you. His aftercare game is next level. He likes to whisper on your neck and hold you while you fall asleep.
Ugh, what is happening to you?
The notion of you having feelings for an android is just...not okay. Also, the idea of you having feelings for a narcissistic mad scientist like Nathan is nothing short of a recipe for disaster...or maybe heartbreak. That is, if your heart is even in it.
Is it?
At first, there was nothing about Nathan you particularly cared for on a personal level - aside from his genius. He's not even really your type.
Obnoxiously rich? Not your style. Narcissistic? Hell no.
Every word out of his mouth makes you roll your eyes. The fact that his gorgeous hair is shaved off while he has an annoyingly long beard is ridiculous nonsense. The reasoning for him wearing wire framed glasses of all looks, and doesnât wear contacts, or hasnât had LASIK surgery with his wealth, is absurd.
Probably doesnât trust anyone to touch his eyes. Altough this wonât stop him from sticking his dick into damn near anything, especially if he invented it.
Sometimes the mere sound of his voice makes you tense up. No one loves the sound of his own rambling more than he does. He probably stands in the mirror and talks to himself. He probably has Nate repeat back to him everything he just said simply so he can hear the sound of his own voice.
He knows everything about everything. A maven. But not. He actually really knows. Itâs infuriating.
Heâs perfect. Heâs active, heâs healthy, his body is a machine as much as Nateâs: eat, sleep, fuck, exercise. But instead of seeing the need to exercise as a of human deficit, (whereas Nate was built to be perfect), Nathan sees it at some sort of basic human function. He performs it without question and it keeps him in excellent condition.
Other times, you could listen to him talk for hours but you hate yourself for giving him the pleasure of your undivided attention. You like to imagine a world where he might actually value you as more than a warm body or a sounding board - something to reflect Nathan back to Nathan - but you know it will never happen. And right when you convince yourself that you are worth more than all this -
Worth more than exhilarating hikes in breathtaking nature, healthy food, stimulating conversation and work, plenty of rest, a near perfect sexual companion?
Wait, what were you complaining about again?
At any rate, right as you start to remind yourself how dangerous and self-centered Nathan really is, he always shows you tenderness - asks your opinion, checks to see if youâre okay.
Even then, heâs always right. Heâs the doctor who prescribes exactly what you need to get you back into âworking conditionâ for him. Itâs always about him.
And that simmering resentment burns, turning over inside you, fuelingâŚpure lust.
Fuck this.
Grabbing an oversized t-shirt from the end of your bed, you yank it over your head, and follow.
"Nathan, wait!" You call, jogging down the hallway after him, but he's already out of sight.
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You find him the next morning in the kitchen, looking a little more bundled up than his typical short sleeved polo shirt or too-loose tank top.
"I'm going for a hike," he announces, taking what appears to be the last swig of a protein shake.
He washes the glass out in the sink before leaning against the counter. Folding his muscled arms over his chest, he gives you a once over. "Wanna come?"
You stare at him for a moment. "You...want me to come hiking with you?"
The question is barely out of your mouth before he groans. "Why do you make me repeat myself?"
"Because...I never see you anymore," you return his condescension, as if it should be obvious. "I don't even do any work for you, or with you. What am I doing here, Nathan?"
He glares at you over his wire frames, dark eyebrows arching pointedly before huffing out a sigh and pushing his glasses back up his nose. "That's what I want to talk to you about. Come on."
Nathan's not kidding about taking a hike. You climb a steep trail, thankful that he encourages eating healthy and staying active. If you had been sitting on your ass all these months, your climb would be quite a struggle. But the view from the top is nothing short of spectacular.
A magnificent waterfall cascades from where you are - a piece of heaven itself - dropping dramatically to craggy rocks below. The two of you sit, enveloped by the roar and refreshing mist the waterfall grants you. And, as if listening to nature itself speak, Nathan is, for once, quiet.    Â
You take the rare and unrestricted opportunity to watch him, unguarded. He really is quite beautiful, beneath the constantly shifting, condescending eyebrows, glasses that are sexier than glasses have ever seemed to you before, and his bushy beard. Damn, he wears it all well.Â
You continue on this way, in ethereal comfort,  unwilling to be the first one to interrupt this unexpected serenity.Â
After a while, he turns to you and holds out his hand. "Ready to head back, sweetheart?"
You can't help but smile at the conundrum that is Nathan, allowing him to help you up.
"It really is beautiful here," you comment on the hike back down. "Definitely different than being surrounded by androids."
He spares you a glance over his shoulder, but doesn't reply for several more minutes.
"I have to be here, for my work," He informs, nodding around you. "It's...balance."
"The artificial versus the natural?" You question, expecting a condescending remark.
Instead, he regards you with warmth, allowing you to catch up to walk beside him, instead of following his lead.
"Something like that."
"Hmm..." You nod, keeping step with your complicated, brilliant, mysterious boss. "What am I doing here then?"
He rolls his eyes but one corner of his mouth curls. "Upsetting the balance."
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Of course an interlude like this with Nathan eventually turns sexual. It is your primary connection to one another, after all, beyond even that of employer/employee.
He takes a quick shower and suggests you soak in the tub while he makes dinner. You don't even make it to dessert before he's all over you.
Which reminds you...Nate has been powered off since yesterday. Maybe Nathan wanted you all to himself.
Perhaps thatâs wishful thinking.
As if reading your mind, however, Nathan explains that Nate needed some recalibrating. You mistakenly assumed this would involve you as an employee, but Nathan has other ides.
"Just say the word and I'll leave him off," Nathan flippantly suggests...while he's balls deep inside you.
Breathlessly gasping, you respond to the fusion of your bodies joined, moving perfectly in sync after doing this too many times before. Nathan knows every expanse of skin- every dip and valley. He knows full well how caressing your hip bone causes you to shift against him - creating delicious friction. Fingertips rake across your abdomen tracing each and every insecurity, igniting you with desire and confidence, even.Â
Nobody has ever known you like this, touched you, pulled you apart so expertly. Truthfully, you couldn't and did not know ecstasy like this even existed. And the bliss of sexual gratification feels so much like lovemaking that you don't even know what to think or feel anymore. You only know that you crave him, every day, all day.Â
And you're somehow meant to be here with him, in this wild experiment, existing in this chaotic sci-fi bubble. Your body fits his so well that sometimes you feel like - androids aside - you really were made just for him, to fit him perfectly.Â
"He's your experiment," you counter, finally answering as you roll your hips to meet his expertly timed thrusts.
"Don't tell me you miss him," he groans, gripping your hips and driving into you deeper, eyes darkening at the challenge.
Your back arches off the bed as he hits that spot you love. "I missed you, Nathan," you pant, pushing your hands over the breadth of his sculpted shoulders to tangle behind his neck as you pull yourself against the solid heat of him, your bodies pressed together at every point. "That's the truth. I've missed you."
Answering you with his mouth on yours, he kisses you while you fall apart for him and keeps going until he's coming inside you.
He collapses beside you, panting against your cheek, his hefty thigh slung across yours as you come back to yourselves.
"Are you happy here?" He quietly whispers against your skin.
"Yes," you breathe wholeheartedly. "Most of the time. Is this really what you wanted when you brought me here?"
He huffs out a sardonic chuckle. "Sex? Obviously."
"No, I mean...'upsetting the balance' - what you said earlier." Scrubbing your fingers over his fuzzy hair, you silently curse the warm, fizzy yearning inside you. "I don't think anything could ever upset your balance. Always in control."
Rolling onto his back, he stares up at the ceiling. "You haven't noticed this all revolves around you?" He circles his finger in the air.
"Mmm...sure seems that way when I don't see you for a week," you smart off, already missing his touch and attention.
"That's why you have Nate," his eyebrows shoot up playfully as he props up on his elbow to face you. "Someone to play with."
"Well he's not you. No matter how much of a genius you are."
"Shit," he huffs, amused. "I don't know if I should be flattered or crushingly disappointed in my work."
As if on cue, Nate saunters into the room naked as the day he was invented.
"Somebody missed me?" He teases, sounding a lot like his creator.
With a smug smile, Nathan motions to your naked body. "Somebody missed me. You not up to the challenge? Can't keep her satisfied?"
Climbing off the bed, Nathan walks around to stand right where your face is. "Open that pretty mouth for me," he commands, ignoring the android for a moment.
Nate groans, clearly annoyed by Nathan's condescending dismissal - but the emotional response only manages to please his creator. Every time Nate acts human, it serves to stroke Nathan's ego a little more.
To your surprise, he beckons the android over, instructing him to be the one fuck your mouth. You're so curious to see what Nathan has in mind that you comply without protest. The sight of your naked body draped across the bed, head hanging off the edge, tongue out, has Nate hard instantly. Nathan watches eagerly as you start sucking off his creation.
Nate seems to have gotten over his brief moment of attitude as you take his cock in your wet mouth and get to work.
"So pretty like this, sweetheart," Nate praises you. "So good to me."
Your body warms at the encouragement - such a sharp contrast to being called a whore all the time - which also makes your pussy quiver, to be fair.
Moving around to the other end of you, Nathan traces his thick fingers over the curve of your ass before spreading your cheeks apart and spitting on your tight hole. You moan around Nate's cock, knowing what's coming. You have no objection to being used by these two, and your pussy could use the break.
Nathan pushes his thumb past your tight ring of muscle, teasing you and opening you up for the intrusion of his cock. You're used to him playing with your ass by now, but the stretch always gets to you. After applying some lube, he eases slowly inside, groaning at how tight your ass always feels squeezing him.
Full of cock on both ends, Nate strokes your cheek, praising you while Nathan calls you a greedy whore (again).
"She's not a whore," Nate protests. And this is the first time you hear a full out argument between an android and a human.
Nathan laughs out, nodding down toward your writhing, naked body between them. "Look at her. She's getting nothing out of this - taking it up the ass while your fake dick is cutting off her air supply. Who would let us do this besides a cum dumpster whore?"
As if that's not the meanest thing he's ever said about you, he punctuates his declaration by spitting on your cunt before slapping you there.
And you moan.
Nate roughly pulls out of your mouth, jarring your head as he does.
"You can't actually want this," He accuses. "Not from this piece of shit anyway." He gestures at his creator, who smirks triumph, or perhaps he simply finds Nate's display entertaining.
Gripping your hips, Nathan thrusts into your tight hole faster, spearing you so hard that you know you'll be sore.
"Nathan, it's..." You trail off, your voice a pathetic whine.
"Feel so good squeezing my cock, babydoll," He encourages, licking his lips at the sight of your wildly bouncing tits.
"You're hurting her," Nate lowly growls taking a brave step forward.
"She wants it," Nathan argues, spanking your cunt a few more times in rapid succession, the stinging sensation making your clit throb as you shriek in surprise. "Do your goddamn job and put your cock back in her mouth."
"My job is not to hurt her," Nate passionately defends. Instead of giving his creator anymore of his attention, he eases down beside your bucking body, brushing his fingers over your cheek.
"Do you want him to stop?"
Nathan laughs at him. "You're pathetic."
You can't help yourself. Something about Nathan's dismissive treatment of you, railing your ass while Nate tries to defend your honor has you right at the edge. Or maybe you just like an audience. Nathanâs always known how to push your buttons. Your eyes roll back in your head and you feel like you could come again, with the slightest stimulation.
But you glance between them and you know this is different. Something is way off with these two.
âWait,â you huff, realizing this has all gotten a little too weird. âNathan, wait.â
With an annoyed growl, he pulls out of you, hands landing on his hips as he takes his 'ready to lecture you' pose.
âYou two need more time alone?â He bites, glancing between the two of you. âA week wasnât enough?â
"Why don't you fuck off?" Nate snaps, shoving Nathan's shoulder. "She doesn't even know what you're really doing here."
You scramble to your feet, eyes wide and worried. "Nathan?"
"Can you believe this?" Nathan scoffs, but not really to you. He seems to be talking to himself. "Fucking unreal."
Nate shoves him again and Nathan immediately powers him down. Nate hits the ground with a bone-crunching thud and you gasp out, hands covering your mouth.
Seeing you truly disturbed gives Nathan pause.
"What is going on here?" You demand, stalking across the room to grab a robe to wrap around your naked body. "Why are you and Nate at each other's throats?" Kneeling down beside Nate, you roll him over, checking to see if he's...damaged.
You glare at Nathan. "Answer me."
Gesturing animatedly, he huffs, "You saw him. I told you you he needs recalibrating."
"No. You two were having a dick measuring contest - "
"I didn't see you complaining about my dick," he bites back.
"Stop avoiding the question," you scold. "What is going on here? What's Nate talking about? What don't I know? Why am I really here if not to work? What do you want from me?"
When he hesitates, you let out an annoyed sigh, more frustrated with your own expectations than with him. "Nevermind," you sigh, stalking toward the bathroom. He really is going to continue stringing you along, you suppose.
Normally, he isn't one to follow, or play emotional volleyball. He doesn't need to chase you because you're always available to him. But something draws him to you this time.
"Sweetheart, what the fuck?"
You ignore him, barreling through the bathroom door and closing it behind you. He barges right in, uninvited. Amidst all the weirdness, he's maintained an impressive boner.
"I left you alone for a week, with Nate - that doesn't make you happy." He talks demonstratively with his hands, despite the fact that he's stark naked and you're attempting to splash water on your face. "I spent an entire day with you - no androids for two days - that doesn't make you happy either. Why are you being so damn cryptic?"
You can't believe what you're hearing. Turing off the faucet, you glare at his reflection. "Why the hell do you care what makes me happy? Since when does that matter to you in the least?"
"What makes you think it doesn't matter? I just asked you tonight if you were happy."
You shrug him off as he reaches out for you.
"You know what, Nathan? Forget this. I-I need to leave. I need a break from this place. You're never going to tell me the truth about anything."
He scoffs as if you couldn't possibly be serious. "You can't leave."
You shove past him, out of the bathroom. "What do you mean I can't leave?" You demand, gathering some clothes so you can get dressed.
Nathan reaches for his own pants, jerking them up his legs agitatedly. "You know exactly what I mean. You're stuck here for now, sweetheart."
Ugh, you're in no mood.
"Get out of my room." You point to the android. "And take him with you."
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The next day, Nathan is absent. But so is Nate. You can't seem to find them anywhere and the silence chills you to the bone.
So you pack your suitcase because you're done with this bullshit. You want to be here, but you've lost all objectivity and you need a break if nothing else. It's been fun and wild, but there are some serious warning signs starting to freak you right the hell out.
Another day passes and you see no one.
On the third day, Nate comes to your room in the middle of the night. He slides into bed with you while you're tossing and turning.
"Are you okay?" You whisper, although there's no reason to keep your voice down as Nathan is surely listening anyway.
"Are you really going to leave?" Dark eyes bore into yours as his hands grip your hips and pull you flush against his body.
"I don't know," you answer honestly. "I don't see any point in being here anymore. Not if I'm not going to work with Nathan and the two of you are going to pretend I don't exist."
"I'm not doing that," Nate insists, touching his forehead to yours. "I can't help it if he powers me down. I missed you."
And he kisses you, passionately.
Your body tends to automatically respond, but this has all gotten too bizarre.
"Nate, stop, hold on," you protest, gently pushing him off you.
"I know you want to leave," he confesses, nodding toward your packed bag. "I just...I wanted to spend one more night with you."
You actually consider it. Then against your better judgment, you do.
Because you're leaving. And because at least a piece of your heart belongs to Nathan. And Nate was Nathan's gift to you.
Nate fucks you so slowly and sweetly that you cry - maybe from overwhelm, or from confusion, or because it's over. Maybe because you think you'll never be with Nathan like this again.
He carries you to the tub when you finish, lets you soak, washes you, pats your exhausted body with a fluffy towel and wraps you in a luxurious robe.
"You must be hungry, sweetheart," he whispers on your ear, dragging his palm up your thigh as he helps you work lotion into your skin.
Sometimes this man is pure heaven. Except...he's not a man.
"Why are you so good to me?" You murmur, laying your head on his shoulder.
He finishes moisturizing one leg and switches to the other, a little smile pulling at the corner at his lip. "You know why."
You chuckle, even as he tickles your foot teasingly. "No, I don't."
Locking eyes with you, he pauses. Wiping his hands clean, he touches your cheek. "I was made for you."
Clearing your throat, you avert your eyes. "As an experiment?"
"I don't care why," he shakes his head. "I love you."
You falter, your gaze dropping. "How can you be sure?"
"I'm sure," he insists, lifting your chin up so you'll look at him again. "And I know you feel for me too. Don't you?"
He keeps searching for your gaze.
"Nate...I-I can't."
"But why?" He presses, his voice soft and pleading - warm brown eyes softer than you've ever seen his, or Nathan's.
Wetting your lips, you shake your head. "Because, you're a...machine."
His eyes go cold. Silently he stands up, eyes raking over your body. His hands land on his hips, making him look just like Nathan. "You think I'm not real? That because I was built I can't feel things?"
"I didn't say that," you protest, rising to join him. "I-it's my fault really. I've let this go on too long and for too far. This was supposed to be fun. An experiment, I thought. But I'm so confused."
Feelings will definitely make this far messier than it needs to be. Of that, you're certain, because of the strong feelings you harbor for Nathan. Which is why you desperately need to get out of here.
As if things couldn't get more awkward and disconcerting, Nathan decides to grace you with his presence.
"Nathan, what do you want?" You groan. "And where have you been?"
Smugly folding his arms over the breadth of his chest, Nathan nods to the android. "Didn't want to miss the big love confession. Don't let me stop you."
"Don't be an asshole," you huff, realizing he must have been watching, as fucking usual. "I am seriously over this. Get out unless you're here to tell me about my ride home." Or unless he plans to confess something too?
"I told you. You're not leaving." Dark eyebrows arch over his wire frames.
"You can't keep her here," Nate interjects, stepping between the two of you protectively.
"Nate, please, I'm fine." You turn back to Nathan. "What is really going on here? Why are you two having some kind of pissing contest?"
Nate frowns, confused, but Nathan rolls his eyes.
Just then, the power switches off, bathing your room in an eerie red light.
Nate springs into action. "Get your bag. Time to leave. Now."
Nathan tries to power him down but it doesn't work. "What have you done? What the hell have you done?" He barks at his android, seeming truly frantic.
Even though Nate seems inclined to help and protect you, it's Nathan you turn to in your confusion. "What's wrong?" If Nathan feels out of control of a situation, it can't be good.
But before he can answer you, the glint of a silver blade catches your eye. Nate brandishes a weapon and forcefully shoves it into Nathan's bare chest.
"Can't power me down, can you, asshole?" He snarls, pulling the blade out with a bloody squelch and thrusting it back into his abdomen even as you scream, horrified.
The next few moments rack your body with fear as tears burn your eyes, clouding your vision. You sink down beside Nathan, sobbing, pressing your hands down over the bleeding wound on his chest. The knife remains in his abdomen.
"What did you do?" You cry, flinching when Nate turns his gaze to you. Trembling in fear, you inch back, wondering if you're next.
"Nate, please," you whimper. "Why are you doing this?"
"Not to you," he passionately returns, reaching out for you. "I could never hurt you. I - I did this for you. I love you."
"This is not love," you cry. "We have to help him."
"Why? Don't tell me you love him."
Your shoulders shake as you lean over Nathan, blood oozing between your fingers. There's no one around for miles. Nathan's going to die and you're going to be stuck in this weird ass mansion with the robot who murdered him and who knows how many other robots.
A moaning sob rips out of you as you realize how foolish you've been, letting Nathan toy with you all this time instead of demanding more answers or insisting on leaving.
"You do, don't you?" Nate shakes his head disbelievingly. "You love him. After everything he's done to you. Fucking unreal."
That phrase niggles at the back of your mind, but you're too horrified to realize...
"Hey...it's okay." Nate kneels down beside you, reaching for your hand. You whimper and shrink away, assuming he means to kill you too.
So much for loving you. Asshole.
"It's okay, sweetheart. Look..." Nate reaches for the knife embedded in Nathan's stomach. Instead of yanking it out, he cuts deeper, dragging the knife across his abdomen, all while you scream for him to stop.
A wave of nausea roils throughout your body as he peels back a bloody layer of skin to reveal...machinery.
In fact, past the initial layer of skin, there's not much blood at all.
Your vision blurs and the world goes black.
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Thanks for your patience! I always write an extra chapter than I intended. It's my signature move. I'm sure you're used to it by now. xoxo
P.S. I know we love soft Nathan and funny Nathan (I certainly do) but in this story, I wanted to explore the genre more closely related to Ex Machina and what I fully feel the film's Nathan Bateman might be capable of. (Or Nate??) Thanks for reading!
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