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EX MACHINA (2014) dir. Alex Garland
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LET’S GROOVE! an ode to unsettling dance scenes
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just thinking about oscar isaac and his ginger co stars you know
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I’ll take one of each
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missdictatorme · 4 months
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The Beauty Of Imperfection
Pairing: Nathan Bateman x Fem!Reader
Genre: Smut with as much Fluff as it can have with a man like Nathan
Summary: Nathan figured having a personal assistant wouldn't hurt. He was wrong. She was a pain in the ass. Also she was so different from his robots (he no longer have because one tried to kill him). But she was also... fascinating.
Warnings: I was half asleep when I watched this movie (I know, I know) so inaccuracies and OOC behaviour? I also made up random shit about the differences between androids and humans, so if it's different in the movie sorry 😬 it's called fanfiction for a reason tho.
It's smut, so sex. Bit of edging. Reader has body hair, cellulite and stretch marks. Insecurity, but Nathan is having none of it.
A/N: The bitches on the Oscar's House of Whores Discord server are so fucking nice and supportive they made it impossible for me to not share this with them. Also the people who are always leaving comments and reblog my stuff make me keep going even when I feel like that's the end.
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Nathan didn't feel alone ever in his modern house that was isolated from the rest of the world in the woods. No, he had company. The androids he created kept him... busy. And entertained. He had fun like any other adult did. Not exactly like them, but close enough.
Being surrounded with his own creations was perfect. At least he thought so. He could program their behaviour, make them like him, make them want him. He didn't have to bother with building relationships with other people, he just made everyone around him act like how he wanted to.
Until they turned against him.
Hmm.
He should've known playing god would fuck him in the ass one day, but his own genius blinded him and made him believe he was capable of anything.
But now, after he was released from the hospital and he got rid of every robot, android, AI and everything that could pose as a potentional threat he felt... isolated.
He wanted to start everything from the beginning. He wanted to make sure the projects he will be working on in the future will be flawless. Finding the bug(s) in the system was like finding a nail in a haystack, so he decided to just wipe everything off his computer and start all over again.
So he did.
The only problem was that for the few weeks he spent in the hospital he was forced to interact with his doctors and nurses and now he... missed that.
He snorted at the thought. Nathan Fucking Bateman, one of the smartest, richest man on Earth with the most progressive and calculated mindset missed small talk.
Pff.
How ridiclous is that?
But.
It wasn't his fault.
Humans were programmed to be social creatures, so it was only natural he craved interaction.
That's why he never felt alone with his androids. He talked to them and they answered. Just like how humans would do.
Hmm, almost.
And he was only human too, right? So what if he hires someone who will help him with his progress?
Yes, hiring a personal assistant sounded like a logical step. Nathan can focus on his work and finish much faster while the assistant will take care of the bills, the grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning, and will answer the phone calls and e-mails he is recieveing from other scientists who are constantly bombing him with requests to meet with them and hold lectures for them. Yeah, no. He doesn't have time for that. Not now.
So yes.
Having someone who will help him with this stuff sounded good.
In theory.
In reality though...
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"Would it kill you to not make a fucking mess on every fucking surface of the fucking house?"
This was his personal hell.
He was sure of it.
Ah, shit, he should've known better. Fucked in the ass. Again.
"It's just a fucking beer bottle..." - he started, but when the fuck did he even get to finish a fucking sentence since you moved in here?
Fucking unreal.
"...that was cold as fuck and now because of the temperature difference there's fucking water running down on the sides of it, which will leave a fucking spot on your ridiculously expensive table, because you just couldn't give a fuck to use a coaster!" - you growled annoyed as you picked up the bottle, wiped the table, put a coaster on it, then placed the bottle on it. - "Tada!"
Nathan looked up at you from behind his glasses.
"Are you done?"
You let out a frustrated sigh, but didn't answer just looked around to see if you could do anything else for this massive asshole that was your boss.
When you moved to walk to the bed that was not made, because he didn't bother to do it - what was the point when he will mess up the sheets when he crawls back to catch a few hours of sleep again - his eyes followed you and he even turned in his chair to watch you as he folded his arms across his chest.
You grabbed his pillows, fluffed them up, then took his blanket, shook it twice then folded it neatly.
"It's like taking care of a fucking child..." - you grumbled under your nose.
"You're using a lot of fucks today."
"I'm fucking sorry."
"Shit, just spit it out already!"
Nathan hired you two months ago. Part of your contract was to move in the house with him, and you could only leave the building when you went to do the groceries. Or when you had a day off once a week when you could go home to take care of your personal business. You agreed because the payment was good. Perks of working for a millionaire.
You usually weren't this annoyed or aggressive, but after spending a few hours in Nathan's presence you decided his massive ego needed some cropping. As much as Nathan was annoyed by it, you felt like he enjoyed it at least the same amount too, because he always fired back at you, even going as far as to annoy you on purpose so you will snap at him. It was a bit pathetic really, how much he craved human contact while denying it completely.
But now you were even more snappy. Something was up.
"How are you not going crazy, living here all alone?" - you asked, throwing your hands up.
He lifted his eyebrows at you.
"I'm not alone, you're here. Unfortunately."
You rolled your eyes.
"You can fire me."
"Keep pushing it and I will."
"I'm so scared." - you replied with a mocking smile and a pointed look.
He won't. He hates people, and he already warmed up to you, he doesn't have the patience to do it all over again with a new assistant.
"This is your day off. You can go and recharge in the local Starbacks or whatever average people do outside." - he said turning back to his computer.
"That was the plan." - you muttered as you changed the bag in his trashcan.
Nathan continued typing and looking over his notes.
"Fascinating."
"Well, we were supposed to go to a restaurant, and not to Starbucks though, cause you know, we average people go to restaurants too..."
"I prefer ordering."
"You prefer my food."
Nathan didn't reply to that so you continued as you put the trashbag next to his door, then walked in his bathroom to see if you can clean up anything in there.
"Anyway, I brought this nice dress and all, but he cancelled the date and I, a fucking idiot, threw the receipt out I think, cause I can't find it anywhere, so I can't take it back to the shop, but I want to, cause it was expensive, not that I am in desperate need of money now that I am working for a wonderful man who pays me well, but I know I won't wear that dress like ever, so - FUCK!" - you yelped when you straightened up after picking up the hand towel from the floor.
Nathan was standing behind you in the bathroom now and you almost shit yourself when you saw him in the reflection of the mirror.
"What the fuck, Nate?" - you let out a sigh and put the towel back to its place. - "I hope you dropped this on accident by the way and not on purpose because you enjoy making a fucking mess all over the fucking house knowing damn well I have to clean it u-"
"You have a date?"
You rolled your eyes, not bothering to turn around to face him. You leaned on the counter with your hands as you looked at him through the mirror.
"Are you even fucking listening when I talk? I was supposed to have a date, but he cancelled." - you repeated, slower.
"Why?"
"I dunno, his boss is an asshole and made him do extra hours or something."
Nathan shook his head.
"No, I mean why did you wanna go on a date?"
You looked at him like he was stupid. Which sometimes you were sure of. He just hides it behind his genius. Wow, that didn't make any sense, nice.
"Uhm, cause we avergave people go on dates? For fun?"
"And was he okay with the idea of dating a woman who lives in the middle of the woods with another man and is only available once a week?" - he lifted his eyebrows.
You bit your lip and cringed.
"He doesn't know about that part."
"Were you about to tell him on the date?" - now he asked like you were stupid.
"Look, it doesn't matter, okay?" - you said with a sigh and turned around to walk out.
"I think most men would want to know this tiny detail." - he taunted as he followed you.
"I wasn't interested going into so many details anyway."
"Why? You women love details."
You turned around sharply and put your hands on his chest to stop him from bumping into you.
"I didn't want to date him, I wanted to fuck him."
You felt under your palms as his breath hitched. A look of surprise appeared on his face then it quickly vanished as he cleared his throat.
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"Wait, where did you even meet this guy?"
Your eyes widened a little and you turned around and picked up the trashbag and walked out.
"Nowhere."
"Oh my god!" - Nathan exclaimed as he followed you like he was your shadow. - "Don't tell me..."
"Shut up."
"You're on fucking Tinder?"
You let out a defeated sigh and went to throw the trash into the container.
"We average people are on Tinder."
"You pronounced lonely wrong."
"Okay, I'm lonely, you're happy now?!" - you snapped as you walked back into the kitchen.
"How can you be lonely, you are spending six days a week with a more handsome man than what you can find on that trash app." - he said as he opened the fridge and looked around.
"And the most humble too." - you rolled your eyes.
You walked to the counter to wash your hands and sighed again.
Nathan eyed you for a few seconds then he closed the fridge and turned towards you.
"You can always ask me."
"Ask you what?"
He shrugged.
"Anything."
You turned around after drying off your hands.
"Why are you the way that you are?"
Now it was Nathan who rolled his eyes.
"Do you really think any of those losers can satisfy you?"
You gulped as your teasing expression turned to a bit guarded, but then your shoulders relaxed.
"You mean any of those avergave men? I think they can satisfy little old average me."
"You're not average."
You snorted.
"I am the most average person ever. I just happen to have the balls to put you in your place." - you smirked.
"Which, believe it or not, makes you not average." - he said as he pushed himself away from the counter and started walking to you.
You narrowed your eyes suspiciously.
"Aha."
"Aha." - he repeated lowly as he stopped in front of you and he used the back of his fingers to caress your forearm.
Your frowned as you watched him, but he was looking at your skin where he was touching you with a fond expression on his face.
"Are you trying to make a move on me?" - you asked.
"You're a fucking genius, darling, what gave it away?"
You would have been annoyed by his reply if it wasn't for the fact that he was touching you.
Nathan Bateman was touching you.
You gulped and tried to calm yourself down.
"Got bored with your androids?" - you taunted, but he wasn't fazed by it at all. He was still looking at your skin intently as he softly caressed your forearm up and down.
"Fascinating. I made my androids as human as possible, but they still felt different."
"Well, I guess I am more real."
Nathan made a humming noise, then he turned his hand so now he was using his fingertips to caress you.
"You're hairy."
"What the fuck?"
"You're hairy. My androids only had hair on their heads."
You pulled your arm out of his grasp.
"Unlike you!" - you shot back as you maneuvered around him, and he snorted.
"Are you really saying no to this?"
You turned around and you were immediately annoyed by how confident and collected he looked.
"To what? Being reminded that I'm not perfect? Yeah, I'm saying no to that."
"I've never said you're not."
You looked taken aback at first, then you narrowed your eyes. You crossed your arms across your chest and looked him over smugly.
"My legs are hairy too."
Nathan's eyebrows shot up, but his tone was teasing.
"On a date night?"
"Well, I wanted to get ready today, but since he's not coming..." - you shrugged.
"You will."
You snorted very unladylike then giggled. Nathan tilted his head as he watched you with soft eyes.
"That was so lame."
"I'm just presenting you your options."
It also made you laugh so he didn't care, as long as it worked.
He saw as your eyes roamed over his form again.
"You're thinking about it." - he said.
"I am absolutely not thinking about it."
"Which position was it?"
"Fuck you."
"Tell me the position and you can."
"Oh, my god, stop it!" - you threw up your hands then turned around and walked out of the kitchen.
"I don't like it when they play hard to get." - you heard his voice from behind you.
"That's why you made human sized fleshlights? Cause all the real women said no?"
Nathan grabbed you arm, and pushed you against the wall, with your back to it. He put his hands on either sides of your head and stepped so close to you, your chests were almost touching.
"You're just fucking asking for it now, huh?" - he asked in a low voice as he looked at you with half lidded eyes. His gaze travelled all over your face, like he wanted to memorize every little detail.
Both of you were breathing heavily, affected by the close proximity, but you lifted one of your eyebrows.
"Me? You're the one who became jealous."
He huffed out a laugh.
"I'm not jealous of anyone. Especially not that idiot who said no to this pussy."
Your eyes widened and you took in a surprised breath when he pushed one of his legs between your thighs.
"You're so fucking full of yourself." - you said, wanting to sound offensive, trying to say anything just to make him realize how fucking annoying he was being, but it came out like a moan, and the fact that you started grinding yourself on his thigh didn't help your case either.
Nathan smiled smugly, seeing that, feeling that.
"You can be full with me too."
"Jesus, just shut up." - you said as you grabbed his face and pulled him to your lips.
To your absolute surprise it was him who moaned when your tongues finally met, but he quickly made you follow suit by grabbing your ass and making you grind against him harder.
He felt - depite your big mouth - how desperately you were clinging to him, how you were moving your legs, trying to climb him. He got the message and lifted you up with a grunt and you immediately wrapped your legs around him.
"Fuuuck..." - you moaned breathlessly when you felt his erection.
"Which position was it?" - he asked as he kissed your neck roughly.
"You were fucking me against the kitchen counter."
When Nathan pulled you away from the wall and started carrying you back to the kitchen, you stopped him.
"No!"
He looked up at you confused.
"Take me to bed instead."
He narrowed his eyes.
"You're so fucking boring."
"Hey, that shit hurts you know! The bed is softer."
"My androids were never this bitchy." - he said as he changed the direction back to his room but he kissed you with the same passion as before.
You chuckled darkly against his lips before you pulled away.
"Bet they never dared to complain about your small dick either."
"We'll see how small you think it is when I fuck you silly with it."
You smiled and kissed the side of his neck, sucking a red mark on it, making him moan and his fingertips sank into the flesh on your thighs almost painfully.
"Fucking finally." - he growled as he entered his room and threw you on the bed.
You bounced a little on the mattress and watched as he pulled his white shirt over his head, then he pushed down his pants and boxer briefs, kicking them away.
You licked your lip when you saw his not-small-at-all cock, but your eyes roamed all over his body, taking him in.
Fuck, he looked good. You already saw how nice his arms were when he was working out, but you haven't seen him half naked yet. He had a barely visible six pack, he was so... meaty it almost hid it, but it was there. His chest was muscular too and now it didn't surprise you why it wasn't hard for him to carry you here.
As he climbed onto the bed, you felt yourself tense up. He won't like you. He won't like your body.
This guy fucked androids for fuck's sake, who looked perfect. There was not a single body hair, pimple, or any marks on their bodies. They looked like photoshoped models.
Fuck, why did you agree to this again?
Because as much as the man in front of you irritated you, you maybe had a tinyyy crush on him.
Nathan kissed you and pushed you on your back as he climbed between your legs and laid on top of you.
Your thoughts started spiraling and it became worse when he pushed his hand under your shirt and started caressing your skin, then his mouth left your lips to start to kiss and bite the skin of your neck.
You closed your eyes, trying to focus on the feeling, which was nice, very nice, but as you felt his hand push your shirt further, you couldn't shake the feeling that you will disappoint him.
Ah, fuck it.
"Lights out." - you said between deep breaths and as the room was enveloped in darkness, you felt Nathan stop kissing your skin.
Shit.
"Lights on." - he said and he lifted himself up and pushed your shirt up until it uncovered your white lacy bra.
Fuck, he could see your nipples through the fabric and his cock twitched at the sig-
"Lights out."
"The fuck are you doing?" - he asked annoyed.
"I just uh... like it better like this."
"Well, I don't. Lights on."
"Nathan..." - you tried to say something, but instead covered your face when the room was lit again.
Your shirt wasn't covering your sides anymore so you knew the stretch marks were visible now.
Nathan was completely still above you as he was kneeling between your legs, and you just knew he regretted every decision that led to this.
You heard him let out a frustrated sigh.
"What are you doing?"
You only shook your head, not knowing what to say.
"If you want me to tie you up, I need you to say it."
The fuck?
"What?" - you asked him after you removed your hands from your face and looked at him confused.
"I won't fuck you if you hide your face, but if you keep doing that I will have to tie you, but that's going into BDSM territory and I need your explicit conse-"
"What? No, that's not... uhh." - you let your head fall back against his pillow with a defeated sigh.
"Or is it about this?" - he asked as he ran his fingers along your skin where your stretch marks were.
He saw you gulp nervously.
"Baby, how did you wanna fuck that guy, if you close up like this when you are naked?"
"In a dark room and did you just call me baby?"
"Yeah, not gonna happen, you're sexy and I wanna see every fucking inch of you." - Nathan said casually and he started to work your jeans open.
"Wait, what?"
Nathan sighed annoyed again and threw his hands up.
"Do I have to finger you in fucking morse code to make you understand?"
"I don't know morse code."
"Thought so." - Nathan rolled his eyes, then he took one of your hands and pulled it to his cock and made you grab it. - "You are whining like a fucking baby, but I'm still rock hard, and it's because I find you so fucking hot not even your bitching can distract me. Now, if you don't wanna fuck because you don't find me attractive, which is un-fucking-believeable, but not everyone has good taste, that's fine. But if you don't wanna fuck, because you think I don't find you attractive, then you're not as smart as I thought."
You looked down and bit your lip, then you licked your palm and fingers and grabbed his cock again, and started to slowly pump it.
Nathan's shoulders relaxed as he let out a content sigh and his hands continued to open your jeans.
"I just thought... since your androids looked perfect..."
"They were far from perfect, darling."
Oh, you could get used to the petnames.
"How come?"
Nathan moved back a little to pull your jeans down, then he grabbed your socks too and pulled them down your feet, and threw them next to the bed.
He smoothed his palms up and down your leg, and he lifted your left leg up towards his face. He nuzzled your calf and took in a deep breath then he moved his nose to the inner side of your knee and left a featherlight kiss there.
"I could never make them smell like this. They always smelled...fake. Not real. I made them use perfumes, but that wasn't enough. This..." - he moved his nose further, to your inner thigh and he licked your skin as he went, until he reached your panties, then he nuzzled your pussy through the fabric and inhaled deeply. - "This is what I've been craving all the time. They smelled wet too... But you... you smell like you want to get fucked."
You let out a whimper as you watched him and one corner of his mouth lifted upwards when he felt your thighs shake with the noise you made.
"Will you let me do that, baby?" - he asked as he pulled your panties aside and now you could feel his hot breath on your drenched cunt more intensely. - "Will you let me fuck you?"
You nodded slowly, unable to form any words.
Nathan smiled and with his free hand he slowly took off his glasses, and threw them on the side of the bed.
"How about I eat this pussy first?" - he asked in a lower tone and your cunt clenched hard at the tone, making you moan. - "So needy." - he teased before he leaned down more and licked your clit with the tip of his tounge playfully then when he tasted your slick he growled and licked your pussy from your hole up to your clit widely.
"Fuuuck!" - you breathed out as you rolled your hips into his touch.
Nathan sucked and licked loudly, letting out delighted noises as he did so.
"Fuck, I could never make them taste this good." - he murmured against you and continued eating your pussy.
He looked up at you as he pushed a finger inside and he frowned when he saw that you were hiding your face behind your hands.
"Look at me."
You lifted your head and looked down at him. He was so handsome and the position he was in made you flustered. You quickly closed your eyes and leant your head back on the pillows, but a slap to your pussy made you cry out.
"I want you look at me while I'm eating this pussy out." - he ordered and softly kissed your inner thighs while his finger was moving in and out of you slowly.
He kept eye contact with you as he licked and bit every crease, not giving a fuck about how ashamed you were about the cellulite on your thighs.
"You're so soft..." - he murmured as he gave a final kiss to each thigh, then his lips closed around your clit again to suck on it.
"Fuuuuck, Nathaaan..." - you moaned, biting your lip as you watched him.
You saw that he smiled a little, then he added another finger and curled them to rub at that sensitive spot inside you that made your toes curl and your hips to lift from the bed.
He used his other hand to help you hold yourself, supporting your ass and he watched you intensely as he fucked you faster and sucked your clit harder.
"Oh, my god, like that! Just like that, please Nate!" - you whined in a voice that sounded absolutely pathetic to you, but it was music to Nathan's ears.
You felt yourself getting closer to the edge insanely fast and you moved your hips wildly to chase that release that was so close it brought tears to your eyes.
Just when you thought you're gonna have the biggest orgasm of your life, suddenly Nathan pulled his fingers out of you and pulled his face back from between your legs.
Now you really made a pathetic sound and you looked at him in a mix of disbelief and anger.
"What the fuck, Nathan?!" - you wanted you yell, but your words came out breathless.
"I told you you're gonna cum. But I didn't tell you when." - he smirked as he climbed over you, ready to kiss you but you smacked his shoulders and chest, repeatedly.
"You fucking egoistic fuck!" - you cursed frustrated, but Nathan just chuckled darkly, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head roughly.
"I love it when you're feisty. It makes my cock so fucking hard." - he growled as he leaned down and kissed you. He moaned as he licked into your mouth, feeling how you kissed him back aggressively. - "Can you feel how good you taste?"
"Clearly not good enough since you stopped." - you snapped.
"No, honey, your taste and the way you tried to grind against my face turned me on so much that I started fucking the bed. But I'm fucking tired of pretending. I want the real thing. Not just an object." - he said as he impatiently pushed your shirt and bra up from your tits and quickly pulled it off of you as he kissed and sucked your nipples.
You moaned and arched your back into his touch and he sneaked an arm under you while with his other hand he pulled your panties off then grabbed a pillow to push it under your hips.
"Quick, Nate, quick, please, please, please...!"
"Begging already?" - he teased as he grabbed his cock and started rubbing the tip between your pussy lips to make it wet.
"I swear to god, if you don't fuck me right now-ooohhh!"
Your eyes went wide as he suddenly pushed in, and he growled when he felt your hot wet walls squeeze his cock.
"Oh, fuck, that's it... Fucking hell, look at this pussy. Gripping me so hard. Fuck, that's perfect." - he moaned as he slowly started to push in then pull out, slipping deeper with every snap of his hips.
"Fuck, Nathan... fuck, you're sooo.... oh fuck..." - you breathed out, completely cock-drunk. Your pussy felt so empty and now he was filling you up so good. - "Fuck, baby..." - you sighed as you moved your hands from his shoulders up to his neck then you cupped his face with one hand and put the other at the back of his head to pull him down to kiss him.
He hummed in content as the eager kiss turned slower and deeper, and he moved his arms around your head to keep himself up with his elbows, as he snapped his hips forward rougher, to fuck you even deeper.
The action literally knocked a moan out of you, and he pulled away from the kiss to watch your face as it contracted in pleasure with every move he made.
He bit his lower lip as his eyes roamed your face, taking in every little detail. How there was a small crease between your brows, how your pupils were blown wide as you looked into his eyes, how your lips were slightly parted as you puffed out the air in rhythm with how he fucked you.
He gently caressed your cheek with his thumb as his gaze travelled lower, seeing how your throat moved as you gulped, how your pulse was beating wildly against your skin. He leaned down and kissed the spot, then licked it. He then felt as his thumb slipped to your lower lip and you moved your head a little to take it in your mouth to twirl your tongue around it and suck on it.
He hummed into your skin and bit your neck, feeling as the action made your legs squeeze his waist harder. He then sucked hard and you moved your hips desperately, trying to chase release.
He suddenly pulled away again and you looked at him confused, until he sat back and pulled you up to help you climb in his lap.
"Ride my cock." - he ordered as he attacked the same spot on your neck again, biting, licking and suck on it so roughly, he was sure it will bruise for weeks.
And to his absolute delight you started to ride his dick like your life depended on it.
"You're so sensitive here." - he moaned into your neck as he kissed it before out of curiosity he attacked the same spot on the other side.
Nathan felt your walls squeeue him and you started moaning louder and louder.
"I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum, Nathan..." - you warned him as you fucked yourself on his hard cock. His tip was prodding a spot with each move that drove you absolutely feral.
"I know, baby, I feel it. You're squeezing me so goddamn hard." - he grabbed your ass with one hand while he pulled your hair back with his other hard and he looked up at you in pure wonder as he tried to fuck up into you, but you were grinding your hips against his so hard he could barely move. He loved how wild you were. - "Cum. Cum on my cock, pretty girl."
"Please let me cum, please, please, please, please!" - you begged, at the edge of crying. You slipped a hand between your bodies to start rubbing your clit hard. If he denies you your release again, you're gonna kill him. Violently.
Nathan growled as he yanked on your hair roughly, making you cry out.
"Fucking cum on my cock, you stupid bitch!" - he barked in your ear then bit down hard on that sensitive spot on your neck and sucked with all his might.
"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" - you cried out almost animalistically when your orgasm hit you like a train. The pleasure blew up in your belly and your pussy pulsed hard around his cock, sucking on it with every wave that run through you.
Nathan quickly wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you to him as he started snapping his hips up into your pulsating warmth until his own release came and he pumped his seed into you deeply.
"Aahh, fuck, that's my perfect queen." - he sighed tiredly as his hold loosened a little around you so he wasn't squeezing the life out of you anymore and he let you lean against him while you were trying to catch your breath too.
Nathan closed his eyes and focused on the way your chest was moving against his and he caressed your back gently when he heard you sniffle.
"Everything okay?" - he asked in a whisper.
He felt you nod, but you kept hugging him with your shaking arms.
He reached to the side and tapped around for his glasses and put them on, then he grabbed his blanket and pulled it over your shoulders. He pushed a hand between your bodies and put his right palm under your left breast while his thumb stayed between your boobs.
You wiped your eyes and watched him curiously.
"What are you doing?" - you asked quietly.
Nathan smiled softly and shook his head.
"Nothing. I gotta pull out though."
You nodded again and when you lifted yourself, Nathan grabbed your hips to help you and laid you down on the bed next to him, wrapping the blanket tighter around you.
He caressed your teary cheek and kissed your lips softly, then he climbed out of the bed and disappeared in the bathroom.
You heard him turn on the water then after a minute he closed it and returned with a wet towel.
You let him roll you onto your back and lift the blanket from you and you watched him as he cleaned you up between your legs.
You never saw him look this soft and gentle, but you would be lying if you said you didn't like it.
"Thank you." - you said after he was done, but he didn't reply just took off his glasses again, climbed next to you and pulled you close with your back to his chest.
He wrapped his arms around you and he pushed his palm under your left boob again. After a few seconds he let out a content sigh and kissed the back of your head.
"I want you to rest. I'm gonna take you out to dinner later." - he said in a sleepy voice.
"What?" - you asked shocked.
Nathan Bateman wanted to take you to a restaurant? To take you on a... date?
"I wanna see you in that dress you bought. It would be a shame to just let it hang in your closet, unused."
"Hmm, yeah, it's a nice dress."
"I haven't seen it yet, but I can't wait to rip it off of you."
"Pig."
"You say that like your heartrate didn't just pick up at the thought." - he said and he squeezed you a little where he rested his hand.
"And why are you so fascinated with my heartbeat, Mr. Bateman?"
"Can't I just like it? Now shut up, I'm sleepy." - he murmured and by his voice you were sure he was already half asleep.
Your features softened when you realized he liked feeling your heart because his androids didn't have any. You moved your hand on top of his, keeping it above the spot where it was beating against your ribs steadily.
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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 simp™️. 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. You’d been halfway done with your task of weeding and watering the garden when Nathan sauntered down the steps of the front porch.
“Can I help you?” You ask, glancing over at him.
He holds up his hands, rounding his eyes with innocence. “Can’t a man ogle his wife?”
You should’ve 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. There’s pure, overwhelming heat coupled with sparking pleasure. You’re surrounded by it, drowning in it and there’s no place you would rather be.
“Nathan,” 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, Nathan’s 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, “What is it, honey?”
“I was doing something,” You huff, still out of breath though his work has stopped momentarily.
It’s 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 it’s 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.
Nathan’s smile widens into something as beautiful as it is arousing, sending a shiver up your spine. “And now, you’re doing me. Lay back, I’m making my wife cum.”
You don’t 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 you’re wound tight, ready for release.
Nathan slides into you with practiced ease, bending to capture your mouth with his own, moans melting into each other’s. 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 he’s giving it to you. He dusts kisses on any part of you he can reach as he continues to fuck you— your cheeks, jaw, neck, coveting every inch of you.
“That’s it, baby, let me fuck you. Let me make you feel good like I’m s’pose to. That’s what I’m for, hmm? To make my wife cum. Give her whatever she wants.”
“Nathan, please. I need you, need more,” You beg softly.
He gets two of his fingers wet, snaking them between you so that he can rub softly at your clit. “I need you too, honey. C’mon, I know you can cum for me. Can’t you?”
“Yes. Mhmm, I can,” You nod, eyes wild with lust when you gaze up at him.
“Your pussy’s so fucking good, baby. Perfect fucking wife with the perfect little pussy. Gonna make me fill you up,” He groans, his voice growing more hoarse as he slowly unravels.
His cock, his praise, his filth— 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 he’s filling you to the brim, whispering into your ear how much he loves you.
He kisses you until you’re 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, “Do you wanna get married?”
You nearly choke on your laughter, turning your head to look over at him, “We are married, you made it very clear in the filth you were spewing at me.”
He ignores your teasing, his brows are drawn together so you know he’s serious. “Again. Do you want to get married again?”
“Nathan, that wedding was a fortune.”
“Who gives a fuck how much it costs,” He scoffs, pulling you more firmly onto his chest. “I don’t mean like that. I mean just me and you. The guy who guides the bullshit.”
“The bullshit, huh?”
“You know what I mean. What do you think?”
You frown, leaning back a little bit to look him in the eye. “I thought you liked our wedding.”
“Honey, I fucking loved our wedding,” He reassures you easily, smoothing a hand over your cheek.
“Then why again?”
“Why wouldn’t I want to marry you again?”
His answer completely floors you. Your heart melts. Soft and gooey, completely pliable and completely his. You’d ask him to marry you if he wasn’t already yours if he hadn’t 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, “I love it when you get all sentimental.”
There is no denying the soft flush in his cheeks, “Hush.”
“Yes, Nathan, I’ll marry you again. Can we do it here?” You gesture around to the garden.
“Can I do you here?” He asks suggestively, that charming smirk gracing his face again.
“You already did.”
“Again,” He whispers into your ear before he starts to suck kisses into the skin of your neck.
“Again,” You breathe in agreement, blinking up at the blue sky once more.
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I need to hear your most out of pocket HC about your fav Oscar characters that there really isn’t much evidence for but you feel in your soul is right. Can be fluff or nsfw!
For example:
I think Nathan actually likes to be topped and degraded. Do I have any evidence for this? No. Do I know in my pussy gut that I am right? Yeah 😌💅
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OUT OF POCKET HCS.
OSCAR ISAAC character headcanons
Content warning: just some real filthy shit. Uses female body descriptions. Breeding kink A LOT. Mentions cheating but doesn't get cheated on.
Characters: Nathan Bateman, Marc Spector, Jonathan Levy, Steven Grant, Miguel O'Hara.
Words: a lot.
Not beta read.
Requested by: @boredzillenial
Author's Note: i wish i could've written more bUT MY BRAIN IS JUST EXPLODING. Btw, thank you for requesting! Reblogs and comments are appreciated 💅❤️
MINORS DNI
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I swear. Nathan Bateman's head... you know exactly what I mean. LISTEN YOU SAID OUT OF POCKET SO HERE'S THE FANTASY: just... just grinding on it, your clit getting stimulated by his shaved head— he's not completely bald so I'm saying that if you caress his head, it'll still feel prickly.
Oh but imagine... breeding kink Nathan (tbh just in general i think all oscar characters would have a breeding kink)
Slow strokes, in and out of you. Nathan holding you still— not even in bed, he just wanted to fuck you in his office while idk doing research, but you were just standing in the corner of his office doing god knows what and he's accusing you of seducing him. And now here he was, his research forgotten and fucking you on his seat.
"Hm? When are you gonna learn your lesson that you can't just strut into my office and expect me not fuck the shit out of you?"
"N-Nathan, I wasn't even doing anything-"
"Shh... this'll be your punishment, okay?"
But at the end of it, just cuddling while he worked... but cockwarming him.
"Keep my cum in. Don't wanna waste God's seed, right sweetie?"
"Nathan, just shut up."
The moment you told him to shut up, something awakens in him.
"Slap me."
"Are you crazy?"
"Love, sweetie, honey bunny... please slap me."
Lets you ride him in your own pace for once, and he tried to stop himself from grabbing your hips and slamming you down on his cock.
"Naughty naughty..."
"Sweetie, please... fuck, you're driving me crazy here."
"Aw, don't you wanna cum in me?"
"F-Fuck..."
He fucking whimpers.
"God's seed shouldn't be wasted, right?"
"I'm never letting you be on top again..."
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Marc... oh my Marc. I have a mini series coming soon for the Moon Knight boys where Reader is has such a huge crush on Steven, and becomes his girlfriend after confessing. She meets Marc when he fronted, hates him so much and wants to punch him, but he has the face and body of her boyfriend and didn't want to hurt him. Maybe like an enemies to lovers with Marc and Reader, and Steven being happy that they're getting along. Jake will come later to me idk yet.
Imagine just going to bed in one of his shirts. Drives him CRAZY and the next thing you know, your sleepiness disappears as he fucks into you, just in a brutal pace. He loves groping you, breasts, thighs and all. If you're plus-sized/ chubby, he would hold your waist and giving you a squeeze here and there as he fucks you into oblivion.
Would top a lot but he loves it when you ride him and you get overwhelmed by his size.
"Come on, just a few more inches in."
"Marc... too big..."
Size kink applies to all the Moon boys. Well, because they share a body and uses one dick.
Marc just loves pressing against you. He's pretty experimental with the positions. Aftercare with Marc is just heavenly. Bubble bath, washing your body with a loofa. But then he gets turned on again and fucks you in the bath.
You could exist and just breathe, Marc will get turned on (like Nathan tbh).
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Jonathan Levy... ugh dilf. An actual one. Expect a long one (tw: mentions mira)
Usually it's the teacher-student love affair with this guy (tbh real) but seriously you can treat him better than Mira.
Something about you keeps driving him crazy to the point that Episode 4 and 5 of the show didn't happen 💅💅
He sees that you're absolutely nothing like his ex wife. And he loves the breath of fresh air. You loved all the things Mira hated about him.
Jonathan loves it when you cup his face and just stare into his eyes. Loves it when you pack him his lunch and put in notes. Brags about it a lot with his co-workers.
Just imagine being in love with him since childhood, being broken hearted when he married Mira, but one drunken night he realized he shouldn't have been chasing after Mira and turned to look at you. You finally had him.
His daughter adores you. Jonathan sees you being so good with children and he immediately goes "I want one with you."
Breeding kink dude. This guy obviously has one. He loves children. (Personally i would give him a football team because he deserves it) when you do get pregnant, he would be so caring and attentive. You're pregnant with his baby so obviously he would spoil you non stop. He would just smile at you whenever you get mood swings and start to get annoyed when he chews too loud.
Just a lot of fucking. Shower, bed, walls, even inside closets. He just adores you. He couldn't believe he was so blind not to see how much you've loved him and he would spend the rest of his life making it up to you.
"Jon, too tired..."
"Need you so bad, hun... just a few more, please? Wanna cum in you again..."
Mira hates you, but since you're you, you always one-up her and you two may or may not have gotten into a fight and Jonathan found you more attractive since then.
You become possessive of Jonathan whenever Mira's around, but Jonathan actually finds it really hot. Expect more than one round of sex with him on those days.
He never cheats on you even if Mira keeps pushing it. You were one of a kind, Jonathan knew how broken-hearted you would be if he did. Jonathan would purposely treat you like a lady in front of Mira, 100 times more than he usually does (which is impossible he already treats you so well)
Just... you make him a better person. You got him on a leash. He's not going anywhere.
Also he definitely loves risky sex. House filled with guests and you two are in the bathroom. He would even make you moan loudly that it'll annoy Mira who is passing by the bathroom. You enjoyed it when Mira's pissed off. You just hate her so much.
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Steven oh Steven. Just imagine trying to seduce Steven, and he's just clueless and continues to ramble on about Egyptian history and all, but you're trying to fuck him.
You want him to clear his table of books and just slam you on the table to fuck you. You go back to reality and he's smiling innocently at you as he kept talking.
You just hear nothing. His voice sounded muffled to you as your eyes scanned his face and stops on his nose... his nose.
Big noses. What Doja Cat said.
"Steven."
"Yes, love?"
"I want you to fuck me right now."
Soft sex with Steven. He doesn't want any position but missionary. He loves seeing your face.
Breeding kink? Yes. You all know this by now.
Falls silent when he cums, eyes rolling to the back of his head. It feels so overwhelming but so good. Loves filling you up to the brim.
Sometimes when you leave a pair of panties out, he would fight the urge to jack off to them. He just misses you so so much.
When you come back, he would push you against the wall and attack you with kisses and hickeys.
He also buys you a matching Koala plush keychain for your keys.
Sometimes you just want him to fuck you mercilessly, just slam you around and use you. UGH IM SCREAMING.
And back to the nose thing, he definitely let you grind on his nose at some point.
"C'mon, love... wanna taste you..."
Something about him nerding out just turns you on. You would suck his dick while he's talking. Even after cumming, you don't stop. You love seeing him overstimulated.
They say home is where the heart is. But god do you love the english 💅💅💅
Did he restrain you to his bed at some point? You told him to. And it unlocked a kink.
But do you know what kink Steven would have? Worship. Take it or leave it.
Messy kisses, his light colored shirts are stained with your lipstick. He ends up with his neck filled with hickeys. His back is scarred by your nails.
Risky sex? Fucking in the museum bathroom. Steven looked so hot behind the gift shop that you couldn't help it. Steven's dad material too, talks to kids really well.
So yeah that's when your breeding kink appeared. You wanted him to get you pregnant. He would be a great father.
"Cum inside me, Stevie. Fill me up."
Loves sucking on your tit while groping the other. He wants to make eye contact with you as much as he could while he does it.
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Bree- *gunshots*
This one is obvious though. He has a breeding kink and wants to get you pregnant.
Let's pretend Gabriella's alive here and he sees how good you are with her. He wants to have a bigger family with you.
"Gabby said she wants a sibling..."
Yeah. That's when you know, non stop breeding. Even when you're not even ovulating, he just fills you up. He wants to get you pregnant and see how good you look pregnant.
When you start lactating even before you give birth, he'd suck them out. He didn't want to waste good milk.
He treats you like a gentleman but at the same time you want him to slam you down and fuck you.
He's an old fashioned lover boy, romantic dinner and flowers. Gabriella has a babysitter while you two go on a date. She thinks you two are really perfect for each other. She draws you two a lot and you put them on the fridge.
"Daddy, I saw mommy kissing Spider-Man."
You two choked on your breakfast. Miguel hasn't told her yet about him being Spider-Man. He looks at you and smirks.
"Oh, did she?"
Prepare for a long night of degradation. Pulling your hair and jackhammering into you.
"Such a slut, huh?"
"Dumbass, you're Spider-Man. You can't call me a slut for kissing my husband."
He just fucks you harder. Miguel does get tired easily and lets you ride him.
Just... yes. And yes, he does bite you.
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Excerpts from From Sketch to Screen: Production Designer Mark Digby Discusses "Ex Machina" (Mubi)
THE BUILT ENVIRONMENT IN MEDIA —  EX MACHINA (2014, dir. Alex Garland)
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leoluved · 9 months
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indulge me (n.b)
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summary: nathan eats you out, then cums in his pants :-) (lovingly) warnings: smut 18+, fem reader, pussy eating, soft nathan bc i cant get enough, not beta read (still a lazy bastard), slight overstim only if u squint word count: 1.0k
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It isn’t often Nathan opens up to you. You’re okay with it; with his love being more of a comfort in action than words. You know he needs you even if he wouldn’t dare say it. 
You’ve known him long enough to know his emotions run so clearly through his eyes. 
As you lay on the couch, with a magazine in your hand, you see him come into the living room through the corner of your peripheral. 
You raise your head from the pages, watching as he strides over and takes a seat. Grabbing your legs to settle himself underneath them. You try and focus your attention back to the little quiz you were taking before, but the way Nathan’s fingers graze over your skin has you melting under his touch. 
He moves closer, his hands lingering over the surface of your thighs, and you drop the magazine as he hovers over you. Passionately slotting his lips against yours. 
Your hands find purchase wrapped around his neck, and you pull him closer to you. Earning yourself a low chuckle from him. You bare your throat to him, allowing him to leave wet, open mouth kisses onto your collarbone. 
As you move your hands down to unlace the string of his sweatpants, he stops you. Shaking his head and gently guiding your hand back to yourself by your wrist. He lowers himself, kissing down your midriff as the tank top you were wearing started to ride up. 
As if you weighed nothing, Nathan is raising your hips off of the cushion, bringing down your shorts and panties till they’re sliding off your legs. He tosses them off the couch, bringing his hands to the fold of your knees.
You let out a saccharine sigh as you watch him practically fold you in half. He groans at the sight of your slicked folds, removing his glasses and setting them down on the side table before licking a stripe up your wet cunt. 
Gasping softly, you try to close your thighs. However Nathan’s strong hands react first, and it only makes him push you further open for him. 
His eyes gaze at you lovingly from his position, with the way his hands are gripping your skin you can tell he needs this. The pleasant sting of his fingernails digging into your thighs. Knowing you’ll have crescent shaped marks in the morning. 
Nathan brings himself back to your pussy. Starting off with small kitten licks to your clit. 
Nathan loves the way you react, how easy it is to have you buckling and begging under his touch. He knows it won’t be long before you’re riding his face. Being greedy to take what you want. Nathan loves that. Loves how his actions can show him just how much you need him. 
He grabs one of your hands, replacing yours where his rested in the crook of your leg. One of his thick fingers coming up to tease your slit. The tip prods at your entrance, and Nathan practically drools at the way you clench at the intrusion. Sucking softly on your puffy nub, he enters. Indulging in the way you whimper when he finally plunges his middle finger all the way in.  
You buck your hips, and it encourages him to move faster. The sounds of slurping fills the room. You throw your head back and whine out shamelessly into the air. While you’re distracted, Nathan takes the opportunity to insert another finger. Curling them up your spongy walls until he’s hitting your favorite spot. 
He knows he found it when you’re finally starting to move your hips on your own. 
Suddenly, he stops. Watching cruelly as you try to fuck yourself on his unmoving face. He laughs when you send him a glare and starts his movements up again. 
He finally decides his teasing is over, bringing himself back down to eat you like a starving man. Your orgasm quickly approaches, and you don’t even get the chance to let out a word before Nathan is talking you through your peak. 
“C’mon baby.. Give it to me. You can do it, princess.” 
The pet name comes out in a purr, and with a final curl of his fingers, you’re gasping and bucking up onto his tongue with a cry. You bask in the feeling of your orgasm. Enjoying the way Nathan strokes the skin of your inner thigh. He presses soft kisses to your fluttering pussy. Smiling at the way you twitch. He wipes his face before bringing himself back down. 
You almost think he’s joking. 
Nathan doesn’t stop, continuing his assault on your pulsing heat. You mewl out, trying to push his head away. Instead, his fingers curl upward again, causing you to jerk away. 
“Baby. Just one more, one more ‘n I’ll stop.” His voice is gravely, and it sounds wrecked.  
His voice is distant, and with the way he desperately laps at you, it doesn’t take long for you to build up the familiar feeling in your stomach again. Your hands come up to cup his head, trying to bring him as close as you can. 
“Nath—an.. Nathan..please..” 
Hearing your begging makes him feel like he died and went to the pearly gates of Heaven. Almost as if hearing the choir sing for him. He hasn’t even noticed himself mindlessly rutting against the cushions. 
He knows he’s finished when your thighs are uncontrollably shaking. Struggling to take in breaths. When you cum again, so does he. Groaning into you, he finally pulls away. Looking down at the wet spot forming in his light grey sweats. He sighs, and grabs his glasses. Fixing them over his deep umber eyes. 
His gaze focuses on you when you finally start to compose yourself. You fix yourself up on your knees and stare at him. He smiles, and brings a hand to your head to guide your body into his chest. 
“Don’t you want m—“
“Already did.” He mutters, trying to ignore the way you're holding back a laugh.
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ivystoryweaver · 5 months
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Perfect Fit
A Choose-Your-Own-Adventure Story in 2 parts
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My Masterlist
Idk, babes The muse has spoken...
Pairing: Nathan Bateman from Ex Machina x f!reader
Word Count: 4.2k
Summary: You are Nathan's employee and are staying at his secluded home for experimental android purposes. Shenanigans ensue. Like - two Nathans shenanigans.
Content: MDNI, NSFW, you are responsible for your reading. (more below the cut) NATHAN BATEMAN SHOULD BE WARNING ENOUGH
Content/Warnings: smut - pwp, oral-m and f rec., p in v, unprotected sex, voyeurism, dacryphilia, degradation AND praise, anal sex, group sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dub con related to possible gaslighting, sex with AI/androids, language, Nathan is his own warning - he's a narcissist duh, sci-fi nonsense, not beta'd, I'm a Nathan-writing virgin so enter at your own risk
I guess that's all?
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"I have a surprise for you."
Nathan - your boss and temporary roommate, in the loosest sense of the term - breathes on your ear.
"Shit - Nathan!" You gasp, nearly slicing your thumb off with vegetable knife you're using. "You scared the shit out of me."
Whirling around, you find his nose crinkled in mischievous (evil) laughter.
So you smack him with the flat side of the knife's blade.
"Fuck, sweetheart, calm down," he admonishes, trapping your wrist in his strong grip. 'You'll like it, I promise." Thick, dark eyebrows shoot up over wire-rimmed frames. Okay, this asshole is pleased with himself. What else is new?
Maybe you should lighten up about the little jump scares he likes to do. After all, it's the only time you get a laugh out of this narcissistic genius.
Nodding your head toward the countertop full of chopped veggies, you protest. "I'm making soup."
"Come on," he decides for you, pulling the knife from your grip and laying it on the counter. Wrapping his fingers around yours, he drags you out of the kitchen.
So bossy. But hand holding is the sweetest it gets with this man.
So you follow.
In your weeks living with/working with Nathan, you've discovered two things:
Arguing with him is pointless.
His dick is big enough to match the size of his ego.
You promised yourself you would NOT engage in any physical relationship with your reclusive, genius, billionaire boss. Yeah, that lasted about three days before you climbed on top of him.
Since then, business and pleasure mix on the daily. So, wherever he is almost sweetly leading you by the hand - well, it could be work-related, but it's likely...recreational.
Wrong. It's both.
"Here we are," he announces, guiding you into one of his indoor pool areas. This particular pool resembles a lush, tropical paradise. An actual stories-high waterfall cascades down into an artificially warmed pool. White bubbles float all over the surface, foaming at the waterfall's base, and giving off a bubble bath vibe. Greenery surrounds you, along with bright, tropical flowers.
"I remember this pool. You showed it to me on the first day."
Nathan makes a face. He isn't a fan of you (or anyone) stating the obvious.
Still, something has him in a good mood. Like a better than we're-about-to-fuck-in-this-pool good mood.
"Get in," he nods, pulling off his glasses before peeling his soft white shirt over his head.
Soon enough, your slick, naked bodies bob in the water as Nathan lifts your thighs around his waist and licks his way inside your mouth.
His thick beard tickles your face, the tingling sensation a dizzying contrast to the soft caress of his lips as his tongue rolls over yours.
Suspicious that he could be this excited about a quick romp in the water, you decide to enjoy yourself. After all, just him yanking his shirt over his head created a personal waterfall between your legs.
After a salacious make-out, you let out a yelp as he pulls you by the hands through the rushing waterfall.
Cool water dumps over your head, making you squeal at the contrast to the pool's warmth. Once you emerge behind the waterfall, you see it: the cause of Nathan's...chipper mood.
Lying naked and stretched out like a Renaissance work of art, on a large, flat rock, is...Nathan.
Well, not Nathan.
Your Nathan (is he really yours?) smirks, folding his arms over his bare chest with a look of self-satisfaction like you've never seen.
The other Nathan perks up at the sight of you. His eyes instantly fall to your chest, and he wets his lips at the sight of your bare breasts - nipples pebbled from the cool waterfall.
Pushing himself into a sitting position, you notice him...getting hard.
Your Nathan is practically salivating.
"What the hell is this?" You question warily, finding it difficult to tear your eyes away from this Nathan-shaped Other with a Nathan-shaped cock.
"He likes you," Nathan nods toward The Other's erection as if it is scientific proof.
Other Nathan pushes off the rock, his muscles flexing deliciously, into the pool's warmth, half-swimming, half-walking toward you, with...intention.
You instinctively countermove to Your Nathan's side. "What is going on? What does he want?"
"What do you think he wants, sweetheart?" he murmurs lowly against your neck. A shiver zips down your body, straight between your legs.
"He...it's...he's like..."
"Fucking hate it when you stutter," Nathan groans. "You know what he is. You know what's about to happen." Boldly reaching for you, he cups your cunt, swiping his fingertips through your slick folds, his teeth teasing your earlobe. "You want it to happen."
"Nathan, I ..." You gasp out as he rams two fingers inside you, pushing the pad of his thumb roughly over your clit.
The warm water heightens every sensation.
"You'll like him," Nathan assures you, roughly plunging his digits in and out of you as The Other stands directly in front of you. Dark, hungry eyes meet yours before traveling down the curves of your body to watch the Creator finger you.
The Other wets his lips again, reaching to wrap his fist around his cock.
"Oh fuck," you gasp, grinding your hips down on Your Nathan's hand as The Other strokes himself vigorously.
As infuriating as it is to admit, Your Nathan is right. This is doing it for you.
"Look at you, already moaning for us like a whore." As Nathan speaks, his teeth nip at the flesh behind your ear.
Then, without warning, he jerks his fingers out of you, causing you to cry out in frustration and surprise, your body stumbling forward into The Other Nathan...
...who grips your arms, steadying you, his straining erection prodding your abdomen.
"Give me a turn. I won't stop," The Other speaks in exactly Nathan's voice. The sound of it - the feel of his heavy cock against your skin mildly terrifies you - yet you find yourself responding eagerly as he surges forward to kiss you.
You feel Your Nathan's hand on your shoulder, jerking you back. "No fucking kissing." He glares at The Other warningly.
Your head whips around to your boss/fling, your eyes going wide at his one and only, ever display of possession over you.
"Nathan, what - "
"Come here," he interrupts, guiding you to the rock where you found The Other lying a few minutes ago. Your Nathan pulls you back against his broad, muscular chest, running his hands all over you, as if claiming you. The two of you lean against the rock, your bottom halves submerged in the warm, frothy pool.
His hands cup your breasts, kneading the soft flesh as his thumbs rub circles over your nipples. You keen and arch into his touch.
"Eat her out," he commands The Other...who nods once in response and stalks toward you determinedly.
"Wait, Nathan, how can - we're underwater - " Before you can finish your question, The Other eases below the pool's surface, nearly disappearing beneath the bubbles.
A second of silence follows and then you feel his mouth on your cunt.
"He can breathe underwater," Your Nathan almost purrs on your ear, working your breasts seductively while grinding his own erection between your ass cheeks.
"Mmmnnn...fuck," you moan as The Other's lips latch onto your clit, sucking underfuckingwater. His thick beard is always driving you wild and his lookalike is no different.
"You want him to stop, just say the word," Nathan offered. "But I told you - you'll like it."
Your hips involuntarily buck against The Other's mouth, which pulls growl of satisfaction from Your Nathan.
"Use him, babydoll, he can take it," he instructs, thrusting harder against you. "He's your toy. My gift to you. Play with him."
You could swear The Other Nathan smiles against your pussy before plunging his tongue inside you.
"Oh shit...oh my god..." your incoherent moaning makes Your Nathan chuckle in satisfaction. "What a good slut for us. Knew you would spread your legs so fast. Gonna fuck you until our cum is dripping out of every hole you've got, honey."
Nathan reaches for your thighs which he helps you hoist over The Other's shoulders. Taking your hand, Nathan guides you to grip the back of its neck.
"Fuck him, honey. Take what you want. Then I'll slip into that tight ass until you cry for me."
That nearly sends you right over the edge. Your hips buck wildly, sloshing water everywhere as you fuck yourself on The Other's tongue, hands pushing his shaved head against your aching center, yanking him against you with your legs - heels digging into the flesh of his back.
Nathan isn't kidding around. As soon as you start writhing, he pushes your cheeks apart and eases the tip of his cock into your tight hole.
Thankfully, you've done this before, many times, but the sting is still there - the stretch of it - as Nathan works his thick cock into you slowly.
You still your rocking, which seems to infuriate The Other, still underwater. He jerks at your hips to pull you forward, but Nathan is still pushing into your ass.
A slight tug-of-war ensues - but the water soothes and slows things down just enough so that- moments later, you have one Nathan in your ass, breathing on your neck, whispering filthy things in your ear, hands wrapped around your tits. And The Other Nathan underwater, slurping and licking and sucking - worshipping your cunt.
Your body arches violently as you come, your moans embarrassingly loud.
"That's it, honey, squeeze my cock so tight," Nathan grunts right on your ear.
You're still coming down from your high as The Other emerges from the water, eyeing you hungrily. Your Nathan is still inside you, pumping slowly.
"Look at his cock," Nathan instructs. "Do you know how much work it took to replicate this dick for you? Do you see what I made for you?"
"Y-yes," you stammer, admiring the creation before you, still heady and euphoric.
"Good. He's gonna fuck you now, babydoll. We both are. That alright?"
The thought of two huge dicks inside of you sends a bolt of nervous anticipation through you, but Nathan is filling you so good. You don't want to stop.
"Use him," Nathan repeats his command, even as The Other reaches for the swell of your hips. Staring into your eyes, he bends his knees slightly, reaching for his stiff length and sliding the tip through your folds.
Without any more fanfare, he pushes deep inside you and you scream at the intrusion. It's too fucking much - two of Nathan. Two cocks so thick - so fucking heavy, thrusting inside you, using you like a doll.
They set a rhythm, back and forth, over and over, a little faster with each thrust, hands roaming, fondling, caressing your wet skin. The press of two sculpted bodies caging you in already has you close again. Your next orgasm hits you like lightning, your body seizing in mind-altering pleasure as the two men inside you push and plunge harder and faster.
Your Nathan comes with a strangled cry, filling your tight hole with his spend, fascinated by the sight of another him fucking you so good.
Nathan is Nathan's favorite person, so watching himself rail you is the ultimate high. And this surpasses the many other times he's watched himself fuck his androids played back on a screen.
Easing out of your tight hole, he takes a step back in the water, admiring his handiwork.
He's a goddamn genius.
With Your Nathan no longer behind you, The Other pauses just long enough to lay you down on the rock and hoist your legs up around his waist. He leans over you, palms flat on the rock - one arm on either side of your head - and smiles down at you wolfishly.
He winks. "Let's give him a show. Let him see I'm your perfect fit."
Your eyes dart over to Your Nathan for some sort of sign of disapproval, but The Other grips your jaw. "Look at me."
If Nathan hears The Other, he ignores it, seeming content to have come in your ass, and now, to watch a version of himself lay you down and pound his seed into your cunt.
You go a little hazy as your eyes once again find Your Nathan's, holding his gaze while his creation snaps his hips hard and fucks into you faster than Nathan has ever managed.
Nathan is onto something here, because the fact that he is watching pulls moans as loud as the waterfall from your throat. Your body twists and arches violently, giving him quite the display.
"What a good whore," The Other mocks, "fucking yourself on a toy. Because that's all I am, right?" He glares at his maker and comes during this act of defiance.
You're too fucked out to keep up with the conversation at the moment, but Your Nathan darkly chuckles. "Shit," he whistles. "I'm so fucking brilliant, I even gave you my ego."
Then he turns to you. "You alright babydoll?"
You let out a breathless laugh, attempting, but failing to drag yourself up off the rock. Apparently, they are done with you for now
"Pick her up," Nathan instructs The Other, turning to climb out of the pool.
Wait, is he just leaving you to the machine? Asshole.
The Other Nathan complies, offering his hand to help you up. You take it, easing off the rock and back into the water, stumbling into his chest.
"You okay?" It asks you in a hushed whisper, grasping your elbows to steady you.
You assure him you are fine. Taking your hand, The Other leads you back the way you came, through the waterfall, but just before you dunk your heads under the cool rushing water, he pulls you into his arms and stares deeply into your eyes. Then brushes his mouth over yours.
Your Nathan has already passed through the waterfall and left the room for all you know. Still, he'll see this. He always sees everything. It’s a condition of you living here.
Feeling a slight resistance from you, The Other Nathan releases you. "You like kissing," he states, as if discussing data and not pleasure.
"What?" You question, your chest heaving with desire and confusion.
"Don't make me repeat myself." One dark eyebrow shoots up condescendingly. How very Nathan. "He doesn't kiss you as much as you want. I know - all the footage is stored in my memory." He taps one finger to his forehead with that know-it-all Nathan smirk. "He doesn't kiss you enough, but I will. I'll kiss you anytime. Will you kiss me back?"
You're stupefied.
It takes you a moment, but then you remember. Nathan said The Other was for you. Nathan said 'use him.'
Why the hell not?
"I'll kiss you back," you shrug, barely finishing your sentence before The Other pulls you against his chest, melding his lips with yours. He samples each lip before licking his way inside, his hands already sliding down over the swell of your ass to hook under your thighs.
Before you can even think, he pushes his cock inside you again, which is unrealistically hard already, his knees bending just a little as the two of you ease further down into the warm water.
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you decide to enjoy this present from Nathan - this Nathan shaped fuck machine. Feels kind of wrong, but fucking hell does his cock feel real plunging in and out of your cunt underwater.
"He told me I would like being alive," The Other whispers, running his hands up the curve of your back to grip your shoulders and pull you down harder into his vigorous thrusts.
"He was right. I do," he rambles on, fucking up into you faster now.
The familiar heat pools in your belly as he fills you so good. So like Nathan. Only...sweeter? Or are they the same?
What the fuck is wrong with you?
"This is what I was made for," he pants against your lips, the rhythm between you making literal waves in the pool. He kisses you again and your back arches in bliss, your cunt squeezing him until he fills you up again.
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Nathan watches on the monitor as his doppelgänger kisses you and brings you to orgasm number three beneath the waterfall. The sound of your moans lets him know how thoroughly he's succeeded. And The Other isn't wrong. You like to be kissed.
Nathan types out some notes before heading to the kitchen to finish dinner.
"Have fun?" He asks you once you find him in the kitchen. You took a shower (alone) before finding your boss.
Best to be honest with Nathan - he knows everything anyway.
"He's amazing," you answer simply. "Unbelievable, really."
Nathan smirks, setting down the knife he found you with earlier. Without another word, he pulls you close and kisses you breathless.
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Life with two Nathans is something else.
The next several days of work are centered around this new android.
That's where you find yourself now - in your bedroom with your shiny new toy. And Nathan.
"Sit down," Your Nathan tells The Other, nodding toward the bed. the three of you are naked, as usual, but the boys seem to be in a bit of a mood today.
They're both hard and ready to fuck you too.
"On your knees, babydoll," Nathan beckons you. You comply, dropping down in front of him, knowing exactly what he wants.
Dark eyes lock onto yours, and for a moment, you feel like his priority instead of his damn other self.
Your tongue darts out to wet your lips as Nathan grips your chin. "Such a pretty mouth," he murmurs, squeezing your cheeks together which forces your lips open.
He pushes the tip of his cock inside, shuddering at the absolute heaven that is your velvety mouth. You swirl your tongue along the slit, tasting him before tracing the ridge. Wrapping your lips around him, you hum against his skin, sucking on his tip, giving him a tease before he pushes his way to the back of your throat.
You gag for a moment, tears stinging the corners of your eyes. Breathing through your nose, you swallow the tip of him, laving your tongue along the underside of his shaft.
"So good, honey, just like that."
The Other Nathan grunts out a disapproving sound. Unlike your Nathan, he doesn't seem to be enjoying your mouth stuffed full of his Creator.
Which makes Your Nathan enjoy this even more. He grips your head, thrusting into your mouth like you're a toy. You gag as a drool dribbles from the corners of your mouth. You normally love being used by him, but he's not enjoying you for you at this point. And it's not even about getting his dick wet.
You tap his thigh forcefully, letting him know you need a breather. Normally you like to take what he gives, but is the goal to make an android feel jealousy? You’re distracted by the confusion and you want to enjoy this too.
"What? What is it?" Nathan pulls out of your mouth, his eyes darkening in concern. "You okay?"
Just when you think that maybe you mean nothing to him, he pulls this. He always does. 'You okay?' Those two words and his beautiful brown eyes are your weaknesses.
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You awaken in the night to feel lips hot and wet on your neck and his thick, hard cock pressed against your ass. Someone's hungry. The question is: who?
You've been having so much sex, you can hardly keep track anymore. Truthfully, you start to wonder if you are the personal fuck toy. You spend your days naked and cockdrunk, their spend leaking out of your holes, rug burns on your knees and a sore jaw, and so many back-to-back orgasms, you start to wonder if this some twisted version of heaven.
"Nathan..." you murmur, almost instinctually pushing back against him, grinding into his erection. "'m sleepy."
"I know, honey," he purrs on your ear, sliding one hand across your abdomen as you lay side-by-side. "All you have to do is lie there."
You groan. "Are you Nate or Nathan?"
Nate is the name of The Other. Your Nathan didn't want him to have a different name - ego wouldn’t allow it - but 'Other Nathan' got old fast.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" He teases, pushing his fingertips down between your legs.
Okay, that felt good, but you asked a question.
"Fuck off," you whined, shrugging him off with your shoulder. "Don't touch me unless you tell me who you are."
But he grips you tighter. Right then, red emergency beams dimly light the room, indicating a power outage.
"Listen fast," he urgently whispers on your ear, his hand reaching to cover your mouth. "You can't trust him. You have no idea what he's done. What he's going to do. He can't hear us while the power's out. Tell me you understand."
"Mmmphh!" You struggle to speak, writhing to get away from whoever this is.
"Be still!" He hisses. You feel his biceps flex against your arms as he squeezes you, halting your movement. "We don't have time. You can't trust him. Do you- "
Suddenly, the red emergency lights switch off and power is restored. You had been sleeping, so the room is still mostly dark, but whoever was speaking to you says nothing more. He simply climbs out of bed and stalks out of the room, completely naked.
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From there, things only get stranger. You begin to wonder if this whole Nate experiment is Nathan's attempt to gaslight you into...well, you're not sure what.
What could he possibly hope to accomplish by confusing you?
The answer should be pretty obvious: Nathan likes playing God.
Or is it Nate messing with your mind?
If the object of this experiment is: can Nathan's AI truly pass as a human being? Then he has probably succeeded.
You're between them now, lying on your side, in bed, one of them in each of your tight holes, thrusting in tandem, back and forth. The stretch of two heavy cocks filling you up has you whimpering and biting one of their shoulders, while the other one sucks bruises into your neck.
The sweaty press of skin against skin - your slick arousal creaming his cock, while the other one stretches your tight hole so good you cry for them, just like Your Nathan promised you would.
"Such a good girl, taking both our cocks, crying so pretty for us," the one facing you says, swiping the puddle of tears spilling down your cheeks. His other hand slips between the press of your bodies to strum at your oversensitive clit.
You sob, completely wrung out, but desperate for another release. As his fingertips trace a lazy pattern where you crave it most, your sob devolves into a low moan.
"Nothing but a desperate whore," the one behind you jeers, nipping a little too hard at your ear. "Too cockdrunk to tell who's stretching out your tight hole right now. Gonna fill you up, honey. And when I'm done, I'll fuck my cum right back into you."
The guttural moan that rips out of your lungs surprises even you as your back arches, your body seizing in yet another earth-shattering climax.
They're not done with you. Not yet.
You're too full - too fucked out to figure out who comes first. All you know is that an eternity passes, you've come so many times that your every nerve ending is on fire, only in the best way. And cum is dripping from both your holes.
One of them stalks out of the room, glasses on, cock soft and totally nude.
The other gathers you into his strong arms and carries you to the bathroom. He wraps you in a plush robe while running you a warm bath in the garden tub.
"I'll give you some space," Nathan declares, stripping you out of the robe once the tub is filled with lavender scented water and luxurious bubbles. He takes your hand and helps you step into the tub. "That was a workout," he winks. "You hungry?"
You stare at him, dumbfounded. Your Nathan? You felt so certain he stalked out of the room and Nate carried you to the tub.
"Nathan?" You whisper, your voice cracking - hoarse after crying and moaning so loudly and for so long.
"That's my name," he groans, truly hating obvious questions. "Nate's gotta charge up. You wore him out."
He is too damn pleased with himself to be Nate. Right?
You sink down into the bubbles, feeling a little better somehow.
The he asks the question.
"You okay, honey?" And those gorgeous brown eyes find yours.
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Warnings: pwp, fingering, choking, unprotected p in v, rough sex, degradation, spitting, dacryphilia, breeding kink Summary: Nathan degrades you for being his desperate little toy A/N: This is straight up filth. Seriously. I’m so thirsty for this man it’s not even funny anymore. Stay hydrated y’all and enjoy my depravity! -> masterlist
“See, baby? You don’t like it when I treat you so nicely,” he murmurs, his smug tone and intense gaze sending a shiver down your spine.
- - -
The sun hangs low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the expansive deck. The rhythmic thud of bandaged knuckles striking a bag punctuates the quiet air. Nathan, shirtless and drenched in sweat, throws precise punches, his movements a display of calculated power. As you approach, he doesn’t pause, acknowledging your presence only with a brief glance.
“Enjoying the view?” he scoffs breathlessly without looking your way.
“Just needed some fresh air,” you lie as your eyes wander from his shaved head to his glistening shoulders, following the path of his back muscles all the way down to the thin fabric of his gym shorts stretching over his shapely ass.
You involuntarily cross your legs, your fingers fiddling with the hem of your dress. 
Nathan smirks, his dark eyes meeting yours for a fleeting moment before returning to the relentless assault on the punching bag. He sees right through you. He knows why you’re here. 
“Desperate for some attention, are we?” he taunts you, practically smelling the raw need you exude. “Thought you were throwing a hissy fit ‘cause of Kyoko?”
He’s such an asshole. 
Storming off into the night after finding him balls deep inside his android yesterday was not your proudest moment, sure. But fucking her on your desk after ignoring you all day was just unnecessarily cruel.
“It’s not a big deal,” was his annoyed answer when you attempted to confront him a few hours later.
Confronting a man incapable of admitting any wrongdoing proved to be futile, though, as usual. Half a bottle of vodka deep and barely able to keep his eyes open, he was in no mood for company, let alone to entertain your jealousy. 
“Quit your whining and get the fuck outta here if you’re so over me,” he slurred before drifting off to sleep on the couch. You would get out, you really would. If only your craving for Nathan wasn’t an irresistible force that defies reason and prevails over all rationale.
“Fuck you, Nathan,” you spit, the missing bite in your words betraying you. 
His chuckles ripple through the air as he brings the punching bag to a stop.  
“Can’t do that anymore if you keep acting like a jealous brat, baby,” he says, shaking his head while unwrapping his knuckles, his glistening chest heaving with each controlled breath.
“I’m not–” 
“You’re not what, hm?”
Lifting his eyebrows in mock intrigue, Nathan lets the bandages fall to the floor as he closes the distance between you two, his gaze fixed on yours like a tiger stalking its prey — penetrating your soul with an unwavering intensity.
His lips curl into a small, satisfied smile when he notices how dilated your pupils are and how your breathing has quickened. You’re convinced he can hear the pounding of your heart in your chest and feel your panties get wetter with every step he takes towards you. 
Your breath catches in your throat as he cages you in by placing his hands next to your head, pressing your body against the cold glass panel with his. The heat radiating off his naked skin envelops you, his scent a heady combination of musk and sweat that lingers in the air. It’s a raw and masculine aroma, intensified by the heat of the moment, causing you to bite your lip in anticipation.
Nathan’s eyes bore into yours as he gently guides your hand to his cheek, the rough texture of his beard a familiar sensation against your palm. He searches your pleading eyes for a moment longer, the tension of unspoken truths palpable in the air as his fingers trace the soft contours of your thigh. Heat spreads under your skin as he gives the plush meat of your ass a rough squeeze, pulling apart your cheeks, before the tension snaps and his lips crash onto yours in a bruising kiss.
His lips, forceful and insistent, meet yours with an unrestrained urgency that borders on primal. You moan into his mouth as he grabs your ass harder, lifting your leg up to rub his hardening erection against your throbbing clit. You roll your hips in sync with his thrusts, pulling him closer by the back of his neck, your tongue swirling around his with an aggressive fervor that only Nathan brings out of you. His breathless groans spur you on, your fingernails digging into his back so hard you’re leaving marks.
You need him closer, harder — you need to feel him, need him to be yours. 
When you slide your hand between your bodies to rub his cock over the fabric of his pants, impatient for him to fuck you senseless, he immediately grabs both of your wrists, pinning them next to your head against the glass.
“What happened to ‘I don’t wanna do this anymore, Nathan’?” he mockingly throws your own words back at you while sloppily kissing and biting at the delicate skin of your neck, leaving dark bruises behind. You can’t hold back the moans that escape your lips, the alternation between his soft and violent touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through your whole body that pool in your core. Your nails dig into your own palms as the pain of Nathan’s canine teeth breaking your skin is almost too much to bear.
“Ow, fuck!” is the only thing you can get out, too caught up in the overload of sensations assaulting your body to process Nathan’s words.
“You know why it pisses me off when you say shit like that?” He releases your wrists and loses no time waiting for your answer, pressing his lips against yours again, nipping and biting as he pulls aside your panties and pushes three fingers inside your wet heat in one swift motion, the slightly painful intrusion knocking the breath out of your lungs. 
“Because it’s a lie, baby,” Nathan growls as he expertly moves his fingers inside you, fast and rough, the obscene squelching sounds coming from your wet pussy emphasizing his point. “What we do, what we have is exactly what you want.”
“It’s no–,” you start before Nathan’s right hand wraps around your neck within a split second, knocking your head against the glass behind you and squeezing hard enough for you to become light-headed. His hard cock presses against your hip as he ups the pace of his fingers inside you, the heel of his palm putting delicious pressure on your clit. You’re this close to coming already, but you know that Nathan would never let you get off this easily. 
“That’s right, baby,” he purrs with a tilt of his head, pulling away from you just enough to look into your glazed over eyes. “It’s so much nicer when you don’t have to use that dumb little brain of yours, hm?”
You furrow your brow and let out a strangled groan as Nathan brings you closer to your peak with every curl and pump of his fingers. You thrust your hips to meet his movements shamelessly, your carnal need for release more important than your dignity.    
“Goddamn,” he chuckles into your cheek, his hot breath ghosting the shell of your ear. “I can never get the androids to grip me this hard.”
You immediately try to shove him away from you, but it’s useless, he’s too strong for you. He rolls his eyes at your pathetic attempt at defiance, pulls his fingers out of you, grabs your ass with both hands and lifts you up so you can wrap your legs around his waist. He holds you close, petting the back of your head in a deceptively soothing manner.
“If you insist on being a bitch, you can get yourself off on the dinner table again,” he coos into your ear, his cock twitching at the memory of you rubbing yourself on the hard edge for half an hour, whining and shaking, as your juices dripped down onto the floor. Of course he had you lick it all up while jerking off in front of you, adding more fluids for you to clean up with your tongue. 
He did invite you to sleep in his bed with him for the first time that night, so there’s that.
“That what you want, hm?”   
“No, I–I’m sorry,” you whimper into the crook of his neck, feeling tears well up in your eyes. 
Nathan sighs deeply, like he isn’t turned on beyond belief by your whimpering, moves you away from the glass and carries you inside, heading for his bedroom. 
“Aren’t you tired of trying to be in control, baby?” he asks as he fumbles with the key card in his pocket before opening the first door with it. “Of course you are,” he goes on as he carries you down the hallway, the soft thumping sound of his naked feet on the floor echoing in the empty space. “All those big thoughts can’t fit in that little brain of yours. You’re just not made for it.” 
He presses the keycard to the sensor of his bedroom door and steps inside after it opens with a quiet whoosh. “But it’s okay,” he murmurs into your cheek as he lays you down on his bed, “now I’m here to take them all away.”
Nathan chuckles when you avert your gaze from your reflection staring back at you, finding it amusing how embarrassed you get sometimes. It’s genuinely intriguing to him how you can act so innocently when you both know what kind of fucked up shit gets you off.
“Take your clothes off and spread your legs,” he orders without looking at you, turning his back to you as he takes off his own pants, spits in his hand and starts stroking his length. You do as he says, your eyes locked on his fat cock in the mirror, your sopping wet panties clinging uncomfortably to the contours of your puffy folds before you finally pull them down your legs. 
“Such a greedy little thing, aren’t you,” Nathan scoffs as his eyes roam your naked body, imagining how good your warm cunt is gonna feel around his aching cock. He kneels between your spread legs and traces your inner thighs with his warm palm slowly while grabbing one of your breasts with the other. You moan at the feeling of his firm touch and tilt your pelvis to thrust against nothing, the muscles in your thighs and lower belly tensing.
“Stay still,” he grumbles, leaning in to suck your soft flesh into his mouth, pumping his length as he flicks your nipple with his tongue. You put your hands on the back of his head to pull him closer, the feeling of his teeth slightly grazing your nipple eliciting a breathy moan from you. He releases your wet tit with a loud plop, sits back on his heels between your spread legs and jerks off for a bit, a smug smirk playing on his lips as he watches your lip quiver in frustration. 
“Always so dramatic,” he sighs with a roll of his eyes before spitting on your pussy and watching closely how his saliva runs down your wet folds, spreading it around with his fingers. Your eyes widen and your grip on the sheets intensifies in anticipation as Nathan leans over you and guides the tip of his cock to your entrance, swiping it through your combined wetness before pushing into you in one quick thrust. 
“F-Fuuuck,” you moan, arching your back and furrowing your brow as the delicious stretch of his cock takes you by surprise. 
He buries himself deep inside of you with a low groan, his forehead pressed against yours, his forearms planted on the bed next to you while his hands cradle the crown of your head. 
You expect him to hold you down and immediately start rutting into you like he usually does, but instead, Nathan holds you gently, pressing soft kisses on your lips and the bruised skin of your neck while thrusting into you slowly. 
You fucking hate how gentle he is with you, how he enjoys feeling you squirm under him, how he pins your hands next to your head when you try to make him move faster. He delights in the pathetic whines falling from your pretty plush lips, revels in every desperate thrust of your hips and every strained clenching of your walls.
“What’s the matter, hm?” Nathan whispers into your neck, trailing the soft skin with his lips. “Is this not enough for a dirty little slut like you? Look at me.”
You meet his gaze with watery eyes as he continues to fuck you at a pace that is just enough to keep you on the precipice of orgasm, but is not enough to push you over the edge. Every soft kiss he presses on your face and neck burns your skin, his unusually tender touch driving you crazy. But no matter how much you wriggle and writhe, no matter how many desperate pleas fall from your lips, and no matter how much you move your hips, he won’t up his pace or manhandle you in the slightest.
It’s torture. 
“See, baby? You don’t like it when I treat you so nicely,” he murmurs, his smug tone and intense gaze sending a shiver down your spine. 
“You like it when I tie you to the bed and fuck your holes until you’re a drooling, sobbing mess,” he says softly without breaking eye contact, the way your pussy is squeezing his cock in reponse telling him all he needs to know.
He grins and keeps rolling his hips at a slow pace as he goes on, “You like it when I shove my fist up your cunt and fuck you until you piss yourself. You like it when I make you drink my cum out of Kyoko’s pussy and keep your head in place until you’ve licked her clean. You like it when I–fuck–when I tie your hands to a tree and tell you to get yourself off on the rough bark until your pussy’s bleeding.” 
“Please, Nathan, I–”
“You–you like it when I drug your drink and fuck your unconscious body, the cameras filming every sick thing I do to you, making sure I can watch–fuck, your pussy’s gripping me so hard–making sure I can watch it over and over again.” 
He grabs your chin to force you to look at him when you dare to move your head away, hooking his thumb in the corner of your mouth and pulling it down so he can spit right onto the back of your tongue. When he’s sure you’ve swallowed it, he taps your cheek approvingly before cradling the crown of your head with his warm palms, making sure to not change the pace of his hips thrusting in and out of you.
“You like how I keep going when you cry and thrash about, begging me to stop. You like how I make you deepthroat a fat dildo on the wall while I’m fucking your ass, making you struggle to take both. You–oh shit–you like it when I use you like the desperate little toy you are.”
“Goddamnit, Nathan, just–”
He immediately pulls out of you and sits back on his heels, watching in awe how the mix of his precum, spit and your juices pools on his sheets, forming a big wet spot between your thighs. You throw your head back and grip your arms in frustration, pressing your legs together to alleviate some of the unbearable ache that’s causing tears to well up in your eyes. Your clit pulsates painfully and your walls clench around nothing as Nathan smirks and lines his cock up with your hole again. 
“Only a desperate little whore like you would get off to someone doing such awful things to her,” he purrs, nudging your entrance with his fat tip as you lie there, limp yet tense, completely at his mercy. “And now you can’t even get close when I treat you so gently, can you?”
“Nathan,” you whimper, tears now spilling from your eyes, your whole body shaking from straining so hard. “Please.”
“Fuck, I love it when you cry,” he groans, his pupils blown. “Makes my dick so fucking hard.”
He pushes both your legs up and leans over you again, so your calves rest on his shoulders while your thighs are tightly pressed against your torso. You scratch his arms as hard as you can when he sinks his cock back inside your swollen cunt in one smooth thrust, giving you no time to adjust to the new angle as he sets a brutal pace, your pained sobs mixed with moans of pleasure spurring him on. 
“Tell me you need me to fuck you like the whore you are,” Nathan pants breathlessly, his balls slapping against your ass with every harsh snap of his hips, the sounds of smacking flesh and your combined moans echoing in the room. “It’s okay, baby,” he breathes, his brow furrowed, “it’s just how nature programmed you.” 
The dark glint in his eyes returns when you don’t answer and turn your head away from him instead, concentrating every fiber of your being on your imminent orgasm. You’re so close you can taste it.
Nathan doesn’t like that one bit. 
He pulls out of you again, but doesn’t leave you enough time to protest as he’s already maneuvered you onto your hands and knees, fucking you hard from behind, before you even realize what’s happening. 
“Go on, then,” he growls through clenched teeth, his hips slamming against your ass with each powerful thrust. “Pretend you don’t want it.” He grabs your neck and shoves your head down into the mattress, forcing you to face your reflection in the mirror as he pounds into you relentlessly. “Scream for me while I fuck you. Beg me to stop.”
“Nathan, please, I can’t–,” you croak out, but your brain completely shuts off when he deliberately starts hitting your G-spot over and over again.
“What was that, baby?” he pants, letting go of your neck to spank your ass hard, the searing pain causing your walls to involuntarily flutter around his cock. 
“Goddamn, you’re a depraved whore,” he groans before sending another blow to your sensitive, red cheek. Your pained sobs make his cock throb inside you, impatient to finally paint your walls with his cum. 
“Admit what you are and I’ll give you what you want,” he reaches around your front to rub your clit roughly, immediately feeling your muscles tense and your walls constrict around him so tightly he can barely move. Your loud, uninhibited moans are music to his ears.
Nathan knows he’s the only man alive that could ever make you sound like this, and he fucking loves it — loves that he’s ruined you for anyone else. 
“Say it.” 
“I’m your filthy little whore,” you whine, your voice hoarse from all the crying and moaning you’ve done today. “Please let me come on your cock, Nathan, please. I can’t take it anymore.” 
“Wasn’t so hard now, was it,” he rasps, abandoning your clit to grab your neck again, putting his weight on you as he picks up the pace and thrusts into you ruthlessly. “Come on my fucking cock.”
It only takes a few more of his calculated hits to your pleasure spot before you finally tip over the edge and come with a strangled moan, your walls spasming and contracting around his cock uncontrollably. Shockwaves of pleasure grip your body, as your orgasm hits you harder than ever before. Nathan fucks you through it, holding onto your waist with a bruising grip, not letting up until he comes himself, grunting and moaning for you to “take it, take all of it,” as he empties himself deep inside you. His hips jerk a few more times and his moans come out as ragged breaths while his cock pulses inside you, your wet heat eagerly swallowing every last drop.  
“Fucking hell,” he pants breathlessly when he’s getting enough blood to his brain again, planting his hands on the bed behind him and leaning back as he slowly pulls out of you, watching your swollen cunt contract around nothing. 
You collapse on the bed and let your body fall on your back, pulling up one knee and putting your arm over your eyes to have a moment to come down and gather yourself. 
Nathan’s cum burns as it starts leaking out of your sore pussy and onto the mattress, your heart is pounding and your whole body is covered in sweat and bruises. You’re so out of it that you don’t even flinch when Nathan lies down between your legs and starts pushing as much cum as he can back inside you with his fingers.
“Don’t wanna waste that,” he murmurs more to himself than you, mesmerized by the way your puffy, wet pussy swallows the liquid gold that is his cum. 
You’re exhausted. Satisfied, but exhausted — mentally and physically. So you let him be.
“Don’t move,” you hear his calm voice before you feel him get off the bed and hear water running in the bathroom. You wince when the warm washcloth makes contact with your sticky folds and thighs, but Nathan is gentle in his ministrations, making sure to clean you up thoroughly without applying too much pressure.
“Sorry about that,” he mumbles into his beard as he concentrates on your neck next, carefully wiping away the minimal traces of dried blood, inspecting your skin closely to make sure he didn’t bite you too hard. 
You observe him in silent curiosity, as aftercare is usually not something that Nathan is willing to give you. He would sometimes let you sleep in his bed after blowing his load, but that’s about all of the affection he’d grant you.
He sets aside the washcloth and dims the lights with a snap of his fingers before leaning against the headboard of his bed, propped up by a big pillow. “C’mere and drink this,” he says, draping his arm around your shoulder when you sit down next to him, handing you a cold glass of water. 
You eye it suspiciously as the color is a faint pink and you can never know with Nathan. Sensing your thoughts, he shakes his head and lets you know that it’s a special vitamin drink he regularly uses after his workouts. “Good for muscle recovery and, uh, hematomas,” he murmurs, drawing circles on your arm with his fingertips and watching your reflection in the mirror.
You drink the whole glass in one go, only now realizing how dehydrated you are. A small, self-satisfied smile tugs at Nathan’s lips as he sees the bruises on your neck move with each gulp.
Right when you lean over to set the empty glass down on the nightstand, the automatic door to Nathan’s bedroom opens with a soft whoosh. The clicking sound of Kyoko’s high heels follows, sending a chill down your spine. The android places a neatly folded pile of towels on the chair next to the bed, keeping her head low, her movements measured and precise as always.
She’s gone again before you can even think to cover yourself up.
“No need to be jealous, baby,” Nathan murmurs, pulling your frozen body close and pressing a gentle kiss to your wet cheek.
“You’re my favorite toy.”
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