Dangerous Hands: Nate x Fem!Reader
Pairing: Nate Jacobs x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 5k
Genre: Smut, fluff(?)
Summary: Riding a wave of anger, Nate sees a side to his sunshine he'd never witnessed before. There's only one way to handle it: prove he's yours.
Tags: switch!Nate, sub!reader, established relationship, slightly toxic(?), talk of exes, size kink, height difference, choking, rough sex, power play, sub/dom dynamic, facesitting, oral sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, spitting, spanking, degradation, Nate learns he likes being called a 'good boy' and doesn't know how to handle that.
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He had never seen you that way before. It felt so out of character. If he didn't know better, he'd think you were another person and not his girlfriend. Nate was so used to your cheerful, smiling face that seeing it contorted with anger took him back for a moment. Usually he's the angry one, not you. He is the one who crashes out and you calm him down. He rages and throws things, and you speak to him in that soft, comforting voice that melts his heart. But tonight, his sunshine bursted.
Neither of you spoke during the ride to your place. Nate had no clue what set you off, and he almost did not want to know. This never happened before. He normally knew how to navigate your moods like you knew how to navigate his. It was why you worked well together. You understood each other, but there was no protocol or plan for this situation. In the corner of his eye, he saw your hands balled up on your lap. He saw how you tried maintaining your breathing like a kid shaking the soda can. You stared straight ahead and down. You never did that. His girl walked with her head up high with confidence. This girl, whoever she was, was too far in her head to notice much else.
When he parked outside, you didn't get out right away. It seemed this little monster knew that he always helped you off his truck. As much as he loved the smallest brushes of skin to skin, tonight he feared touching you. Nate Jacobs, captain and star of the football team, a real man who never backs down from a challenge, feared his small ball of sunshine. The girl who was sitting there jumped down before he could reach her. Not a single peep of pain or yelp of surprise. The monster absorbed it, and kept wallking.
You walked ahead of him into your house, only leaving the door open as an afterthought. Sex. That's typically what you two did after parties. The monster knew that. Nate followed you to your room, which was decorated in pastels with cute stuffed animals and posters of things you liked. He stood there by the door, hands in his pockets, as he finally asked, a bit annoyed.
“What's wrong?”
“What's wrong?” you spat back at him. “You want to know what's wrong?”
“Yeah, that's why I asked.”
His nonchalant attitude only poked the monster more. You launched a stuffed bear, which he dodged.
“YN, what the fuck?!”
“I'm not blind, Nate,” you said, “I saw you.”
“Saw me doing what?”
“I saw how you looked at her!”
Maddy. You were talking about Maddy.
“Oh, YN, seriou-”
“-I saw how you were looking at her,” the elephant, Mr. Tusks, went flying and was swatted away just in time. “You were practically drooling!” Buttons, a bumblebee squishmallow he won for you at the fair, nearly hit him in the face. “I do everything!” Flounder went next, though he went in another direction. “Everything I can to keep you happy! I spend hours a day putting myself together for you!” Puffy the Panda hit his bicep when he shielded himself.
“Babe, stop!”
“No! I go through all the waxing!” Freddie the Fish, “All the plucking, smearing, applying and reapplying and applying again until I’ve driven myself crazy! I stick to a stupid diet and exercise like crazy to keep myself in shape for you! Everything I wear is meticulously picked for your approval! For your attention! And there you fucking were looking at that skank with bad hair and tacky makeup!”
Nate did not know what to do here. You never crashed out or raised your voice. Cursing and yelling were signs of poor breeding and low-class behavior, neither of which you had. Coming from a wealthy family, you’d grown up a lot better than most of the girls he’d dated before. He’d noticed that about you when you first met. You gained attention without having to be loud and obnoxious or overly promiscuous and bitchy. People gravitated to you whether they realized it or not. He guessed it was your authenticity. You were the kind, angelic girl that was friends with a variety of people; the sort of girl who’d give her last dollar to someone if they needed it. Nate still has no idea how an asshole like himself bagged a girl like you.
“I wasn’t looking at her,” he said.
“Yes, you did! I saw you! I saw you, I saw you, I saw you!”
Harry the Horse didn’t see it coming. Grabbing the leg, you slammed the stuffed animal into your bedpost until the seams started ripping. Nate had no clue what to do but stand there. For once, he felt helpless.
Okay, so he’d glanced in Maddy’s direction but it’d been to see her reaction to you two. She’d broken up with him a few months before he met you. He wanted to see the hurt on her face when he wrapped you in his arms and kissed you deeply. Of course, she pretended it didn’t bother her, but he knew her. It twinged a bit. They’d gone through so much together, and she’d dumped him. Now, he was with the most beautiful girl in school and she couldn’t get him back. Nate didn’t think you’d seen it or that you’d interpret it a different way or that the poor stuffed horse would receive the beating you wanted to give him.
Because he knew that. You wanted to hurt him, but you wouldn’t.
“Baby,” he said it so softly, coming over to you slowly, “I wasn’t looking at her that way. I never would. Why would I bother with her when I have you?”
Tentatively, he placed his hands on your heaving shoulders. He gave you the same tender touches you’d give him during one of his rages. You’d find a breakage in his rampage, come over and touch him. When you didn’t push him away, he cupped your cheek and brought you closer. He saw the tears starting to fill your eyes. Not the heartbroken tears he saw in most girls, but anger. How much of it did you keep bottled up? How much of it was because of him? He pressed his forehead to yours, feeling your rage seeping through your heated skin and put his arms around you. Nate expected you to soften like he would when the roles reversed.
“You look beautiful, baby,” he crooned, nuzzling your nose before placing a soft kiss on your lips. “You always do. My pretty girl…” this always got you, and he’d use it now, “My silly, pretty girl. You’re nothing like her and that’s what I love the most.”
He moved to kiss you again before you pushed him off you. Despite being several inches taller and much stronger, this didn’t stop you from shoving him to the floor. Nate groaned, the body hitting your carpeted floor with a loud thud, but he wasn’t given a moment to recover from this. You straddled him right away, nearly ripping your dress over your head in the process. The anger in your face subsided into the burning arousal you inspired in each other.
“You want to look at other girls, huh?” You nearly growled, unclipping your bra and your perfect breasts spilling out from the cups. “You want to stare at sluts, huh?”
“YN…”
He immediately felt a blip of arousal in his loins when your warmth pressed against his bulge. The fierceness in your eyes that worried him now became the hottest thing he’d ever seen. The sweet kitten who fulfilled his every whim was grinding on him and undressing herself without his help.
“Answer me,” you snapped, tapping his cheek like he’d done to you before, “Is that what you want to do?”
He had no idea how to answer that without upsetting you more. Nate felt your slit rubbing up against the seam of his shorts, finding that perfect rhythm as you steadily rocked on top of him. He stared up at your chest, and reached for one of them.
“I want you,” he breathed, cupping one of them and brushing his thumb over your perking nipple. “Fuck, I want you,” he pinched it between his thumb and forefinger and listened to you restrain a whimper.
“You’re always telling me that I’m yours,” you whirled your hips in that way that weakened his knees, “Always being overly possessive and jealous. I can’t even talk to other guys without you clenching your jaw or grinding your teeth.”
“Because you are mine,” he sighed, feeling your sex grow warmer against his crotch. “All mine,” he tried to sit up but you pushed him back down.
“But I think you forget, pretty boy,” you grabbed his jaw so his eyes met yours, “That goes both ways.”
Excitement tensed in his muscles, and his cock twitched against you. “You know I’m yours,” he said, lust rising. “You know I-Woah, hey, take it easy.”
He nearly laughed when you pinned him down by his biceps. Eye to eye with you now, he saw the desire rolling around inside you. He knew breaking out of your grip would be too easy, but this was growing on him. Seeing this new YN blossom forward from jealousy and possessiveness filled his cock with more blood, causing it to harden against your inner thigh. The angel he doted on and kissed was someone else, and she’d claim him as animals do in the wild. Nate didn’t need to hear it. Tonight, you’d be in charge and he’d have no choice.
But, he always has the choice.
“What’s gotten into you?” he smirked. “Is my girl feeling possessive of me tonight?”
“More than that.”
Your kisses usually started so softly. You’d plant your lips on him, then let him take the lead from there. This first kiss was hard, teeth clashing together as your tongue forced his mouth open. Nate laid still even though he wanted nothing more than to flip you on your back. Your faint whimpers joined him as you rubbed yourself against his crotch. Suddenly, his entire body became aware of yours and he wanted to sink himself into you. He’d use whatever he needed to prove his desire for you. If it meant submitting to your every whim tonight, he’d bite the bullet and do it.
“I think I need to remind you that you’re mine now,” you said, the warning laced with a seductive tone. “Not hers. Not anybody’s. Mine. You belong to me, Nate Jacobs, and after tonight, those bitches are going to know it too.”
Fuck. That was the hottest thing you ever said. You buried your face in his long neck, lips caressing the tender flesh in every kiss as you started from top to bottom. Nate softly hissed when your teeth lightly pressed to the base, sucking and biting until it was red and purple. The small spark of pain mixed with the pleasure your relentless grinding did. His eyes felt shut as he savored the feeling of you leaving marks on his neck and collarbones. Your hot breath dampened his smooth skin. Your hands gripped his tense biceps tightly as the temperature rose between you. Everything felt so good. Is this how you felt when he was on top of you this way? You finally let him go when you trailed down his chest, occasionally leaving a hickey or two behind, and came at level with his cock. Roughly tugging off his shorts and boxers, he breathed a sigh of relief when the appendage came out.
“YN…” his head tilted back against the floor when your lips pecked his shaft. He knew the dominant you would disappear once his cock came out. “That’s it,” he moaned when you cupped his balls and licked across his tip, “That’s all yours. Do whatever you want with it.”
“I will, don’t worry,” you cooed, dotting kisses on his thighs.
Your hands sailed up and down his thighs, the muscles tensing at your delicate touch. Nate scooped up your hair to hold while he attempted to guide you back to his cock, but you resisted. He watched you carefully make your way back to his center, and even then only leaving the briefest of kisses. It was driving him crazy. He’d normally be forcing your head down on him by now, but instead he squirmed at your teasing kisses.
You held him by the base and licked him from top to bottom, which only brought the lightest twinge of relief. By the satisfaction in your eyes, you were getting what you wanted. You’d fuck him until he was ruined for other girls. You’d take him the way he takes you: feral and relentlessly. Nate couldn’t help but anticipate it as you sucked his head. But, he always took charge in these moments. It was his job. Giving it over to you intrigued but worried him even if he'd rather die than admit it. Right when he thought you’d finally take him all the way, you stopped and kissed back up his stomach. The hand gently stroking him kept the flames going, though he wished for more.
“Baby, come on,” he whined when you nipped at his broad chest. He’d be covered in marks at this rate, and that’s what you wanted. “You know you want that dick in your mouth,” he pushed up into your hand, “You’re drooling for it. I know you are.”
“I’ll suck your dick when I want to,” you replied, kissing up his neck. “It’s mine. I play with it however I want, and you’re going to be a good boy and shut up.”
He let out a shaky breath at those words, smiling softly from the strangeness of it all. Nate never heard you talk this way. Your voice usually remained so light, but tonight something deeper laid in your voice. The predator hidden behind your innocent eyes planned to devour him, and he’d be the willing lamb. You said nothing as you climbed up his body and straddled his head, letting his arms hook around your thighs to grab your ass. He didn’t need to be told. The small wet patch darkening your lavender panties made his mouth water.
“You know what to do,” you said, breathless and throbbing with anticipation, “And you’re going to do it as long as I want you to.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Nate tugged the thin fabric to one side to reveal your smooth, wet sex. You kept it tidy and waxed just for him. You ate various fruits and took vitamins so it tasted how he liked it. You hadn’t lied about that, he thought. You did a lot to make him happy. You never went anywhere without makeup, always dressed nice and acted like the delicate angel he loved so much. Nate supposed he should appreciate that.
Wrapping his lips around your clit, he groaned at the sweet juices touching his tongue. He kept you in place so he could trace those puffing lips and throbbing clit. He started slowly, and savored your taste as if he'd never have it again. Nate thought about the times he used your mouth like this, and stayed relatively still for you. That was what submissives did, right?
You kept him in place by his hair, fingers scratching his scalp as you began grinding on his face. He’d go where you wanted him to, and nowhere else. He stuck his tongue out so you’d enjoy the flat of it brushing the spot between your clitoris and entrance. Nate loved watching his good girl unravel into her most base desires. That clean image you put on for everyone else dropped the moment he got you going. He loved it more knowing it was for him that you did this. No other guy got to experience it but him. This was only for him. He swirled his tongue around the little nub, coaxing out those kitten-like purrs he loved to hear. When he looked up, he saw your eyes closed and the bottom lip between your teeth. A work of fucking art.
“Am I doing it right, baby?” he asked, recalling all the times you’d ask him the same thing (minus the ‘Daddy’ at the end).
“Yes,” you moaned, shivering when he lightly sucked and pulled at you, “So right.”
Long arms made it easy to reach for your chest. Sliding his hand across your stomach, he cupped both your breasts with ease. The light brush of his thumbs made you pulse around his tongue. He slid it in and out slowly while teasing your nipples, seeing your dominance slowly breaking each time. You could never hold control for very long. The two times you tried before, you eventually gave it back over to him. A girl with so many responsibilities and expectations put on her, you needed someone to take the reins once in a while. You needed someone to tell you what to do; someone to make decisions for you when your little head was too full. That was where Nate swooped in and took over. His sweet angel needed direction and protection. He marveled at you while he stuck his tongue as far as it’d go, and with a little encouragement, you started riding his face. He drowned in your faint musk and the sweetness of you. His cock laid pulsing on his stomach, and he wanted your mouth around him so badly.
But, he swore he’d let you have him.
“Oh fuck,” you shivered, your hold on his hair tightening as you grew closer to orgasm, “Nate…Don’t stop. Keep going like that.”
Your orgasms were his favorite sound. He recorded you a few times to listen while he worked out. Not too high pitched but not guttural and loud like some girls, it got his blood pumping in all kinds of ways. The videos he filmed of you stayed deep in his phone, the perfect post-workout cool down before his shower. Nate couldn’t go a day without watching or listening to you. Being without you was like an addict being denied their poison. Those photos, recordings and pictures became the hits that scratched the itch inside him.
“Good?” he asked, turning his head to kiss your inner thighs while you calmed down.
“So good,” you panted, holding onto the bed beside you. You climbed off, leaving a kiss on his shining lips, “Such a good boy, but you’re not done.”
You straddled him again except facing away this time. Nate let out a low groan when your hand wrapped around his dick. He focused on the feeling of your fingers stroking his shaft, letting the pleasure of each pump drive him back into your pussy. His tongue flicking your sensitive clit, his hands started grasping your full ass cheeks above him. He smirked when you yelped at the harsh spanks he laid on each side, knowing it made your walls flutter. Nate hummed against the hard clit hidden in the folds of your sex when your mouth finally took in the tip. The sudden relief coupled with instant frustration hit him, especially when you went inch by inch. You stroked and used your mouth in tandem with one another, squeezing and sucking with just the right amount of firmness. No girl knew his body like you did. He didn’t know how, but you did. The small hums he created added a slight tickle to the rest of him. This became more pronounced when you finally reached the bottom, your throat squeezing in every gag and choke as you throated him. Nate almost stopped licking from the outpour of moans escaping him. He wished more than anything he could see you when you pulled away. He loved seeing the drool dripping onto your chin and naked chest; your teary eyes looking up at him pleadingly while you kept your soft lips parted for him. He made a note to do it again when you gave up this farce and let him be in charge again.
“God, I love your cock,” you gasped, stroking him with both hands to give your throat a break. “It’s fucking perfect and it’s all mine.”
“All yours,” he agreed, voice muffled by your soaked pussy. He sucked the essence dripping out of you, and squeezed both your cheeks again. The soft flesh molded to his large hands, the flesh jiggling when he slapped them hard. He did this repeatedly as he wagged his tongue on your clit, giving it a light suck. “You can do whatever you want with it,” he said, giving that permission you needed, “Anything at all.”
That was when you dismounted him again and faced forward. Your eyes locked with his as you started stroking him against your sex. He expected you to dig in his pants or go to your drawer for a condom, but instead you sunk down right onto him. Nothing separated you two now. Nate’s eyes rolled back at the feeling of your bare walls squeezing him; his head tilted back into the floor and he held onto your hips. Another entirely new thing for you both. Nate asked a few times, but you always said no. You moved his hands away and pinned them on either side of him. Putting your weight into them, you started riding him. Not in the slow, torturous way he made you do, but fast and hard. Your hips slammed down onto his, the slapping sounds joining your combined moans. He lifted his thighs, tense and hard, and began pushing to meet you.
“You stay still,” you suddenly stopped, grabbing him by the throat to get him to look at you. “This is for me. Not you.”
“Is that right?”
Hooking your knees, he rolled and had you on your back in seconds. He towered over you even laying down, his broad shoulders and long torso nearly covered you in comparison despite your own size. He took this in the most when his hands ran down your smooth, curvy body. Nate knew how much the size difference turned you on. He’d bet anything it’s part of the reason you picked him. A girl like you could have anybody she wants, but you chose him. Just like how he chose you. Lifting your legs up and bending them to your chest, Nate buried himself back inside you.
“You want to be in charge?” He pushed as deep as you could take him, the both of you moaning together. “Tell me what to do then,” he started pumping slowly, “Go on, big girl. Tell me what you want.” He held your thighs down and bottomed up into you, “I’m yours, baby. Go ahead.”
“Keep fucking me like before.”
. Hearing your mewls and cries as he filled you to the hilt caused him to pick up the pace. He kept the same hurried, desperate speed you had on top of him. He saw his cock sliding in and out of you, your hole holding onto him as if trying to suck him back inside. Nothing surged his ego quite like hearing you moan underneath him. Knowing he was bringing you that ultimate pleasure made him feel better than winning a touchdown or making a good passing play. You were moaning and squirming and whining because he knew exactly how to please you, and did it better than anyone else. Staring down at you, so fragile and sweet, he only wanted to break you.
“Pin me down,” you moaned, “And fuck me harder. Rub my clit while you do it.”
He was starting to like taking directions from you. Three fingers rapidly torturing your most sensitive part, his cock curving up to that special spot, he helped you reach that delicious orgasm a second time. There was no sight more beautiful than you in the throws of an orgasm. He might be witnessing a masterpiece being painted or a statue being sculpted. He didn’t stop at all. He knew you didn’t want him to and neither did he. Nate knew practicing edging at night was a good idea. Still, he let himself shiver and shake on top of you, making his moans a bit louder and breathier in the process.
“No, no,” you chuckled, stopping him by his chest, “No cumming. We only just started.”
“But, Miss,” he whined against your leg, dotting kisses on the smooth, hairless flesh, “I really want to.”
“But I’m not done playing with you. Roll me over and fuck me from behind for a bit.”
He did as you asked. He took the wrists you put behind your back when he shoved himself inside again. You whined through your teeth, almost sobbing from the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you. He wished you’d done this at Nicky’s house. That way everyone heard exactly how good he fucked you. Maddy would know it was you he was screwing now, and that he’d never go back to her now even if she asked. He’d never touch her again, not when he saw such a good, submissive, obedient angel under him all the time. Maddy always talked back. She always fought him on everything. You didn’t. You listened. You let him be in control. Regardless of the effort and work put into it, everything was for him.
“Stay still, stay still,” you panted, “Let me fuck you like the good boy you are.”
Nate stopped moving and watched you take over again. The words ‘good boy’ struck another chord in him that curled a corner of his mouth. He kind of liked it. As much as he enjoyed overpowering and dominating you, this was growing on him. He held onto your hips and watched you bounce on him.
“Can I grab your ass, Miss?” he asked, eyes focused on the round cheeks in front of him.
“Yes, you can.”
Fingers kneading the flesh like dough, he pinched, groped and spanked both sides while you took him. God. You are taking him. It was weird, but a good weird. A change of pace. Plus, he didn’t have to do so much. He could sit back and let you enjoy yourself like he often does. When he saw you beginning to slow down, he gingerly started moving his hips.
“Do you need my help?” he asked, kissing up your back to your shoulder. “I want to please you. Let me please you.”
“Then do it.”
Grabbing you by the hair, he arched your back and started picking up speed. Your fingers dug into the carpet, clawing and curling against the baby pink fibers and he could feel you spreading out more on the floor. Seeing you naturally submit to him, despite this charade of control he was playing into, made him go harder and deeper. You didn’t object when he laid several hard slaps to your ass. You even jiggled it for a bit. Even if you’re “in control”, at the end of the day you couldn’t help but give into his dominance over you. Sure, you’re proving he’s “yours” tonight, and he’ll let you have this, but in truth, that isn’t you. That isn’t his baby doll. His girl wasn’t suited to be a femdom, and he’s not a sub.
Though, he did like how you called him a ‘good boy’.
You knelt up and turned your head to capture his lips, your tongues lightly rolling together as he kept going. “Choke me,” you said between kisses. He cupped and squeezed your throat, similar to before where he mostly used it to keep you in place. “You can do it harder than that,” you mocked him, chuckling softly, “You’re a strong boy.”
He closed your throat only a little more. Nate didn’t want you to pass out when he was finally getting his control back. Both hands around your neck, he slammed into you in long, deep strokes that brought out an endless stream of moans. Your body gripped onto him tightly, and he turned you as much as you could to look back at him.
“Look at me,” he ordered, knowing you couldn’t resist an instruction, “This is where you’re meant to be. This is what you’re fucking made for.” He felt your walls clench when he said this, “See? Even your body knows you’re meant to be on the end of my dick.” He let one hand go to slap your cheek. Not hard, but enough to sting. “You want to be in charge? Ha, nice try, sweetheart.” He slapped you again, smiling when you let out a strangled moan, “We both know you take the orders; you don’t give them. Now, stop being dumb,” he pulled out of you, “And get over here.”
He sat on the edge of the bed and dragged you in between his legs. His cock glistening from your juices, he tapped it on your face a few times before grabbing your chin. You didn’t struggle or protest or push away from him. You stayed right where you were, at his feet and eager to please him.
“Open wide,” he ordered and you parted your mouth.
Then he spat in your mouth just to prove it more. “Filthy slut,” he smacked your face, “You really thought you could be in control here. That’s cute.” He roughly grabbed your hair, causing you to whimper in pain and pleasure, “I let you have your fun but now it’s time to do this the right way, and I’m going to start by fucking your throat until it's sore. Sound good?”
“Yes, sir,” you said, almost pleading as you moved closer to his cock.
“Good. On the bed, head over the edge.”
You got into the inverted position he liked before accepting his full length inside. Then Nate did exactly what he said: he started pushing in and out as he’d done with your other holes. His favorite out of all three. Ahead of him was your slick sex, and he couldn’t help but shove his fingers inside. This control of yours would only have lasted so long before he won it back. The little feisty monster finally submitted to a much more powerful predator, and everything was as it should be. Nate wanted to cum, and he knew exactly where he wanted to do it. In long strokes, hearing you gulp and gag and choke on him each time, Nate grew closer to the edge. It tickled inside his ballsack and ran up to his tip. Everything suddenly felt more sensitive. He fingered you faster, loving the wet sounds coming from it, and matched the speed with his hips. Right he felt himself skipping around the cusp of his climax, you pulled away.
“YN, what the fuc-”
“-You’re cumming where I want you to,” you challenged, pulling him onto the bed and grabbing his cock with both hands, “And that’s on my tits.”
“You fucking…little bitch,” he breathed, your hands instantly working their magic on him. “Oh, you’re gonna fucking get it,” he chuckled through gritted teeth, eyes closed as he focused on your hands.
“You can do that, but first,” you squeezed his tip hard, “You’re going to be a good boy and cum all over me.”
Not that he’d be opposed to that if he was in charge, but he usually made that decision. Feeling him twitch in your hands, you smiled.
“Uh-oh, I think someone likes being called a ‘good boy’.”
“Shut up.”
“But it suits you so well. You can be good when you want to be,” you cooed, watching as he slowly came undone before your eyes. “Be my good boy and cum all over my tits. I love it when you do and you want to make me happy, don’t you?”
His wavering between dominance and submission came to an end in seconds. Thick, white streams shot out of his tip and onto the tops of your tits and your chest. Muscles tensing, hands shaking, his body contorted as you milked him. The ultimate bliss overcame his senses and that became the only real thing in the moment. The force broke all air out of him, each breath coming out in a moan until he finally finished. Even as the sensitivity came, he didn't want you to stop.
“Sweetie, you came so much,” you giggled, properly laying between his thighs and holding the wet base. “You made such a big mess,” you started lapping at the bottom before licking up the streaked sides. When he only took deep breaths, you laughed, “You're definitely not used to being the submissive one, huh?”
“No.”
“Did you like it?” you asked, kissing the head before licking it off.
He didn't answer right away before wiping his sweaty brow, “Kind of.”
“Well, I liked it,” you decided, “But I still prefer you being in charge.”
“I know you do,” He took the back of your head and shoved himself fully into your mouth. You gave a small yelp of surprise, but you settled into it right away. “You could barely hold control when I did give it to you. Fuck holes get fucked. They don't do the fucking.”
He pushed you all the way to end base, listening to you gag around his softening dick and smiling. Nate watched your mouth immediately pucker to start sucking him firmly. Your eyes on him, he saw his obedient girl coming back to him with pleading eyes. Nate knew exactly what you needed and he'd be merciful just this once.
“Get me hard again. We're going to do this the right way now.”
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A/N: my first Euphoria and Nate fic! Hopefully the first of a few lol I'd love to know what you guys think so feel free to leave a comment or reblog/like <3
