Against a wall - Nathan Bateman
Shut up
Kinktober prompt - Day 30 - Against a wall
Nathan Bateman x Reader (soulmate AU)
You wake up abruptly, startled by the loud ass music of the asshole having a morning boxing match with his bag in the room above your head.
A few weeks ago you would have said one of your favourite songs is a cello play from Bach, at this moment you hate it. Hate this whole situation and hate that jerk of a soulmate of yours. You especially hate him, that annoying, self absorbed, sarcastic, beautiful asshole.
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Being trapped with him for a month proves to be the most difficult task you had to endure, ever. When, a little more than three weeks ago you woke up with the sudden knowledge of who your soulmate is, you cursed whatever gods played this trick on you. It was already difficult to do your work without overtime, you couldn’t take a month off to spend it with a stranger. Why couldn’t you get this a few years later? People usually get the ‘call’ in their late teen years if they are the same age or their 30s if there is an age difference, of course you wouldn’t fit into the classic cases.
So you decided to do what everyone ever warned you not to do and ignore the calling of your soulmate. The pull was getting more and more difficult to ignore but the pain didn’t start until the end of the first week.
That day, a car was waiting for you in front of your office to take you home then to the airport so you could spend the next 30 days with your soulmate. You went without question, finally admitting that you were kidding yourself when you thought you could avoid this.
When you arrived at the secluded home of Nathan Bateman you didn’t get a warm welcome. Without any introduction you two started to argue, he was mad at you, at this whole stupid fate-deciding-against-his-will thing, but especially at you for the moment. So the first thing he ever said to you was an insult.
“Are you fucking crazy?” Referring to your decision to ignore him.
“And you wonder why I didn’t want to risk spending the rest of my life with you?” Your retort has him gaping at you before you really start to argue.
After a long hour of yelling you concluded that none of you want this and after the 30 days of the first trial you will be gone and both of you can forget this, you just have to stay as far away as you can.
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That’s what you’ve been telling yourself, fate is not so cruel to force you to spend the rest of your life with someone you don’t want to be with. You get this 30 days what people call the first trial where you have to be close to each other to not feel the painful side effects, but then you are free to go and forget this ever happened.
The problem is that you have to get through this 30 days without sleeping with him and the temptation is getting worse and worse. So when you marched into his training room you knew it was a bad idea but you couldn’t help yourself.
“What the fuck are think you’re doing?” You yell at him when you are barely stepping into the room.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” He replies without slowing down his hits and he doesn’t even glace in your direction.
“It’s 5 fuckin a.m., and I know for a fact that you were up until 2 in the morning because I heard when you had gone to bed. You know why? Because I was up, working more than a fucking hour after that because I can’t get anything done with the fucking time difference.” Your tirade makes him stop hitting the bag and he walks towards you aggressively but you are not afraid, you think he will stop before you and yell like he does every time you interact.
What you don’t expect him to do is to grab you by the back of your head and smash a rough kiss on your lips. He keeps kissing you, although you are mostly frozen against him, only your lips move with him a little.
Getting out of your haze you try to pull away from him but he only lets you separate for a few inches.
“What are you doing?…” You start to lecture him about the consequences of this but he just squeezes your nape, to make you pay attention to him.
“Shut up.” That’s all he says before he goes back to kissing you. You can’t help but melt against him as he pulls you even closer. When he feels you relax, he walks you backwards to the nearest wall. With your back against it, you rest one of your legs around his backside and pull him into a deeper kiss by linking your arms around his shoulders.
He practically makes love to you with his tongue, you never felt anything like this before. You can feel him getting hard against you, your long, flimsy sleeping shirt doesn’t offer much protection. His presence, his touch, it’s all like a drug to you. Your whole world is narrowed down to him, you can’t think, all you know is that you need him closer.
Nathan must have the same idea because he frees his already hard cock from his pants and pushes your panties aside and shoves his full length into you in one move. You break apart at the feeling.
Looking into his eyes, you can tell he feels the same. It’s hard to describe but you feel… complete, in every sense of the word. You can feel him for a moment too, like you have truly became one. You both get lost in the feeling, he holds your gaze as he starts to move.
He is gentle with you at first pulling out slowly and moving back at the same pace. When you kiss him again and hold him closer his control snaps and he starts to fuck you without holding back.
Each thrush is harder than the one before, the pleasure and pain of it becomes ecstasy. Your back is sliding up and down the wall as he keeps going even when you are screaming his name. He doesn’t stop when he feels you tighten around him, if anything, it makes him more feverous.
When you can do nothing but moan and scream with your head thrown back, Nathan nips at your neck and shoulder, holding you even closer, getting you even more caged against the wall. Your orgasm doesn’t seem to subdue and it actually intensifies when he finally comes.
Slamming deeply inside you, the feeling of his ropes and ropes of cum in you has you blacking out for a long minute before you finally come down a little from your high.
When he calms down he tries to move away but you pull him back with your leg, whining at the feeling of him slipping out of you a bit. He laughs and stuffs back his softening cock in you while he bends down and nuzzles into your neck.
“I guess we are stuck for a while.” You never heard him be so… happy. He is never this carefree around you, which you can understand because you have been a major bitch to him as well.
“Yeah, for a whole year at least.” You answer him with resignation, referring to the second trial. He just sighs against you and hugs you closer.
A fucking year. Surely it won’t be that hard to pass this trial, right? There is no way you will fall in love with him.