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It wasn't too far into the party - well, more of a gathering, really - when Nathan started to notice you.
Well, not exactly - he always noticed you. He could barely keep his eyes (or his hands) off of you most of the time, but when Skwisgaar brought out the beer everyone started to act a little out of it. As per usual. Pickles snuck in weed at some point, though he didn't remember when, exactly. Again, as per usual.
He also wasn't sure when his eyes started to linger on you more than usual, the way your fingers curled around the cup in your hand, the subtle, tiny movement of nudging your glasses up your nose, the peek of the dress you were wearing underneath that ugly Christmas sweater that Toki had insisted all of you wear to "get in the spirits", but specifically the way you started to giggle at whatever Pickles' was saying to you. He couldn't pinpoint the exact moment the muscles in his hand gripping his beer bottle started to tense whenever he noticed Pickles' eyes lingering on you, when Pickles would shift just slightly closer to you as he kept talking. Nathan's jaw clenched at that. He wasn't a fan, to say the least.
Eventually, he swallowed another gulp of beer before he finally made his way over to the two of you standing and talking. His large hand quickly slid down to the small of your back, gentle but firm. He didn't say anything, just...watched. You looked up at him, grinning as you repeated a joke Pickles' had told you, and that familiar jealously pushed itself back into the front of his mind. What was so special about Pickles' that you'd spent almost half an hour laughing and chatting to him when you should have been spending that time with Nathan? Pickles' asked Nathan something, but Nathan was too lost in thought. At least, for a minute. Then, your soft voice snapped him out of it. "Nathan? Pickles' asked you if you wanted a hit." You gestured to the joint loosely held out in Pickles' fingers.
Nathan paused before shaking his head half-heartedly. "No. I'm good."
Pickles' eyebrows raised slightly. "Really, Nat'an? You-"
"I'm good." He said again, almost snapping that time. He quickly noticed the way you looked up at him with slight concern and a hint of annoyance at the way he responded, but he didn't really care. You were looking at him, finally. Pickles' didn't mind, he just shrugged and took another hint, and after a minute longer of Nathan practically beaming lasers through Pickles' head with his eyes, he finally seemed to either get the idea that Nathan wanted him to kick rocks for the time being or just got bored because he walked off to go bother Murderface, who was trying to play something on the TV, albeit poorly because he was wasted at that point. God knows where Skwisgaar and Toki were, or what they were even doing.
"What was that?" Your voice snapped him out of it again. "What?" He asked.
You sighed and clearly looked a little irritated, but all he could focus on was the way your lips moved. "You sound angry."
"'m not."
You sighed again. "Nathan..."
"What? I'm not angry. Nothing's wrong." He replied bluntly, though at this point you'd known him long enough to tell he was clearly upset. Even if he always talked in the same monotone, deep voice.
"I'm goin' to bed." His voice rumbled as his beer bottle clacked against the island counter, turning to walk off down the hall leading to his room. "Nathan-"
You started to say, following closely behind him. "Nathan, I know you're mad. You can't lie to me-"
"I'm not. You're thinking about it too hard."
You huffed but didn't stop, continuing to follow him right up to his bedroom door. Even when he went inside and you were on his tail, to the exact minute he sat down on the edge of his bed. You stood right beside him. "Talk to me. Please?"
He wasn't going to say anything. He was just gonna keep pretending that he didn't feel jealous of how much attention he'd seen you giving to Pickles, how irritated he really was. But then you said please, and every ounce of restraint he had went out the window. His large hands found your hips and tugged you closer to him, to stand in between his thighs and pressing his lips to yours.
As much as you wanted him to talk, this was the next closest thing to getting him to open up, you guessed. He'd talk, eventually. This was just how it typically started. Your own hands moved to cup his face, and for once you had to lean down a bit to kiss him back, because of him sitting down. He only pulled away from your lips, just barely, to drag his own over your cheeks, your jaw, to your neck and behind your ear. "Nathan..." You quietly gasped, when he kissed that spot just underneath your ear that he knew always got you to melt in his hands.
"Did you see the way he looked at you?"
You paused, just briefly, at that. "Huh?"
"No way you didn't. He was practically fucking you with his eyes."
It registered what - or well, who - he was even talking about. "Wait, what? Pickles?"
He didn't reply, but his fingers dug into your hips. That was enough of a response. "Nathan...you know he wouldn't...he doesn't like me like that."
Nathan buried his face in your neck. "You don't know."
"Yes, I do. So do you. And so what? I don't want him. I have you."
Something about the way you said that to him, tilting his face up to look at you when you said it, that stirred something in his gut. "...right."
Within seconds he was flipping you underneath him, shoving off that godawful sweater and pushing your dress up over your waist, throwing your thighs over his shoulders and pressing kisses and licks to the quickly forming damp patch on your panties. He just inhaled the scent of you, something he was obsessed with.
"Nathan, don't-mmh-don't tease..."
He didn't waste time after that. Tugging your panties to the side, his mouth immediately attached to your pussy, tongue dragging through your folds and swirling around your clit that had you arching your hips into his mouth, strong hands holding your hips down so you couldn't squirm too much out of his grip. One hand slipped away from your hip and he slid one finger, then two into you, curling them just the way he knew would have you keeling over the edge not long after.
And he was right, and as you writhed under him, thighs clenching around his head and fingers weakly tugging at his long strands as your back arched up with a sharp cry of pleasure, whining when he didn't immediately stop eating you out. When you finally stopped squirming, that's when he stopped, letting your legs fall down onto the bed as you laid there, breathless and flushed so beautifully, and fuck, if that didn't make his cock twitch, seeing you splayed out with your pussy dripping and wetness smeared on your inner thighs, glasses askew. He tugged those thighs he loved so much toward him, where you were perched on the edge of the bed while he pressed his still-clothed cock up against your soaking wet pussy, carefully grinding into you. He was fighting to just shove his jeans down and fuck the words out of you, but he wanted to hold out just a little bit more, really show you what he could give you that Pickles couldn't, and that was especially difficult when you were squirming in his tight grip again, soft whimpers and moans leaving your lips at the movements of his hips.
"He couldn't make you feel this good."
You barely registered his words, already almost too blissed out to properly think. "W-huh? What are you-"
One hand left your hips and slid up to your throat, tilting your head back and applying just enough pressure to make you a little dizzy, still grinding his now hardened cock against you through the quickly dampening crotch of his jeans. "Pickles. He couldn't have you soaked like this for me."
You let out a choked gasp when he grinded his hips particularly hard into you, hand tightening just a bit around your throat. "Could he?"
You were so desperate for him to fuck the living daylights out of you and break the bed (not the first time) that you would have told him the sky was green and the grass was blue if that's what he wanted to hear. "N-no, fuck, no-he couldn't. Only you, Nathan, god-please just-"
"That's right." He groaned, finally shoving his jeans down his hips along with his boxers and letting his fully erect cock spring out between your thighs. You both moaned at the feeling of him pressing up against you, but he wasn't going to fuck you just yet. He gripped your thighs in his hands and pressed them around his cock, slowly and almost torturously dragging it between your plush thighs. He could cum right there, but he wouldn't. Not until he was buried balls deep in you. After a few more minutes of carefully thigh-fucking you, after his cock had leaked cum onto your stomach and smeared on your thighs with your other juices, he decided that was enough of that and he was gonna pound you into this mattress already.
"You good?" He asked, briefly pausing before he pushed inside you. "You want me to fuck you?"
You nodded breathlessly, practically twitching from the anticipation. "Please, Nathan. Want you."
That was all he needed to hear before he shoved his cock into you, groaning at the way your pussy clenched around him and how you moaned at the feeling of his cock stretching you deliciously full. "Nathan, oh-fuckk..." You whined, nails digging into the sheets underneath you as he slowly and shallowly thrusted into you, relishing in the way you arched into him, desperate for him to move already. "Yeah? Need me to fuck you until that pretty little head of yours can't think?"
You nodded desperately. "Please, Nathan-need it."
Nathan didn't waste time as he pushed your thighs back against your chest and tugged your legs over his shoulders, immediately picking up the pace and pounding his cock into you so hard it ripped the words out of your throat. His face buried in your neck, teeth quickly latching onto the skin and biting down hard enough to break the skin and draw blood, and you gasped in both pain and pleasure from how good his cock felt dragging along your walls and the pinch of his teeth digging into your delicate shoulder. "Nathan-!"
"He couldn't fuck you like I could, huh? Couldn't fuck you dumb on his cock like I do?"
He was thrusting so hard and so fast into you that you could barely process anything he asked you, so drunk on the feeling of the tip of his cock practically hitting your cervix, and with such intensity you were on the verge of tears. "N-Nathan-" You whined, barely able to get his name out. Barely able to think about anything other than how he felt. "Answer me. He couldn't have you acting like such a slut, could he? Moaning so loud everybody's gonna hear you."
As degrading as it was, the way he called you a slut, when he did in bed, it made your pussy clench around him with a sharp whimper. "N-no, just-just you. Only you, Nathan."
That did it for him, and he growled under his breath before pressing his weight even more on to you and fucking his cock into you so hard you thought you might pass out from how good it felt. His fingers found his way down to your soaked pussy, rubbing quick circles over your twitching clit to push you over the edge with him, as close as he was. "Come on, cum for me. Give me this."
Your vision went almost entirely white and you swore you saw stars as he kept rubbing your clit even after you came, his cock still driving into you for another minute before his hips finally came to a few slow, shallow thrusts before he stopped with a groan, filling you with hot cum as he finally stilled, buried inside of you. You stayed like that for a few minutes, his weight pressed down onto you with his softened cock still in you. "Feel better?" You asked breathlessly with a small chuckle.
He made a gruff noise and slowly went to pull his cock out of you, eliciting a groan from both of you. "Yeah."
Nathan's cum leaked just slightly out of your hole, and he carefully pushed two fingers back into you, making sure none of his efforts to fuck his cum into you were wasted. You gasped at the feeling, and after he thought that was enough to keep it in you, letting your body relax finally.
Nathan clambered up from the bed, going to the bathroom quickly to grab a cloth to clean the two of you up. After that's taken care of, he slides into bed next to you, practically engulfing you in his arms just because of how big he is. "You okay? I didn't, uh...wasn't too rough?"
You shook your head with a small smile, turning over in his arms to face him. "No. I'm okay. Promise."
After a small pause, relief crossing his features, you cupped his cheek in your hand. "You know I meant what I said, right? I'm only yours. I would never do anything to hurt you."
Nathan's normally hardened expression softened, just for you. Always for you. "I know. Just...couldn't help it."
You sighed and leaned up to kiss him, resting your forehead against his. "Love you, Nate."
He gruffly kissed you again, pressing a small kiss to the corner of your mouth after he'd turned his head in your palm to kiss the skin there. "Love you too."