Fever
Nathan Bateman x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info
Summary: “You’ve heard of a good night orgasm, right? Well, this is a get well one.” Nathan's sick and has a pretty strange idea for a cure.
A/N: Nathan brainrot so big atm guys. Nathan and Reader are already in a relationship.
Warnings: oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, banging when someone's ill, swearing, typos, overuse of italics, please let me know if I've missed a warning.
Word Count: 2870
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Nathan was surprisingly good when you were ill. Attentive, caring, considerate.
You’d asked him about it once, his offhand reply being a mumbled: “If there’s a bug in a system, you fix it, you don’t just wait and hope it’ll sort itself out.”
When Nathan was sick however, it was a completely different story.
He was absolutely god fucking awful to deal with.
Grumpiness up to eleven. Snapping at everything and refusing to slow down or take a break. Working himself to the point of exhaustion and then further still.
It was idiotic. But it was Nathan.
So when you walked into the living room to see him on the sofa, curled up and looking washed out it was a bit unexpected.
He definitely wasn’t hung over, hung over Nathan was a sight to behold. Constantly trying new concoctions and cures that you were sure wouldn’t have been out of place in a history book about medieval torture.
You paused, a little frown forming on your forehead. Uncertain at first if he was sleeping or not, and whether to disturb him.
He seemingly made the decision for you. “Baby?” He flopped his hand onto the back of the sofa, vaguely in your direction, and groped around a little, his eyes still closed.
He sounded weak, drawn in, and sorry for himself. Very unlike the Nathan you were used to.
You moved to him quickly, taking his hand and squeezing before leaning down and placing your cool hand on his feverish forehead.
He let out a little sigh of contentment.
“You’re sick.” You muttered, kissing his temple.
“No.” He grumbled. There he was, there was your Nathan. He kept his eyes closed.
“Uh huh.”
“Uh uh.” He tugged on your hand lightly, moving it closer to his chest. “Not sick.”
“What’s wrong then?”
“Bateria, or viruses. Invading my bloodstream.”
“So… sickness then?”
He cracked open his eyes to give you a look. “Come lay down with me?”
The puppy dog expression nearly got you, Nathan was very good at sweetness when he wanted something.
“So you can get me sick?” You chuckled.
“Yes.” He pouted.
“Are you admitting you’re unwell?”
“Just lay down with me.” He grumbled, his usual sarcasm didn’t quite have the same bite when he looked as if he might nod off at any moment.
“Okay.” You pretended that it was a huge effort on your part, moving to sit. But Nathan shifted quickly, a little too quickly, as small multi-colored spots danced in front of his eyes. And urged you into laying down flat on your back, your head against the armrest, before snuggling up to you.
He laid his head on your chest and breathed out deeply, closing his eyes once more.
You put your arm around him, just nudging him a little closer and he let out a little murmur of comfort.
He nodded off almost immediately, breathing softly against you.
With the sudden technical skill of a surgeon, you managed to fish your phone out of your pocket without disturbing him and spent the better part of 40 minutes browsing mindlessly.
Nathan shifted, groaning a little as he moved. He stayed quiet for a few seconds and you thought he had fallen back asleep before he sighed again and looked up at you. Blinking his eyes heavily.
“What time is it?”
“Nearly 12:30.”
“Ugh.” He rolled his eyes and buried his face back into your chest. “I feel like shit.” His breath was hot.
“You look like shit too.”
“Thanks.”
You rubbed his back and smiled. “Can I get you anything?”
“No.” His voice was still muffled from where he was pressed against you. “A new body maybe.”
You leant a little closer and whispered conspiratorially. “That can be arranged.”
Nathan sniggered into you and stretched, flopping his left leg over both of yours.
The press of his hard cock against you made you pause.
You said nothing for a moment, just waiting until he slowly started to grind against your leg. A subtle action, seemingly trying to be sneaky about it.
“Nathan.”
“Hmm?” He said, keeping his head tucked into your chest.
You put your phone down. “What are you doing?” You said in a sing-song voice.
“... Nothing.”
You pressed your leg against his crotch and he moaned loudly, his fingers digging into your skin.
“Sure, sounds like nothing.” You tease.
He groaned and looked up at you, a small pout on his lips. “It’s not my fault.”
“Isn’t it?”
He grumbled quietly, shifting again in a pretense moving so that he could prop himself up on his elbow. But really using it as an excuse to grind up against you again.
“No,” he sulked, his cheeks a little flush. “It’s not. Can’t help it.”
“Can’t you?” You teased, unable to stop smiling.
“No, not when you’re all close and, ugh,” he groaned, burying his head between your breasts and pushing them up against his face, “these are right here.”
You laughed loudly. “Am I that distracting?”
He nodded. “Very.”
You chuckled again. “Sorry.”
“I was dreaming about you.”
“Yeah?”
“Hmm.”
“Good dream?”
He moaned softly and shifted again, settling fully on top of you and weakly rubbing his dick against your thighs. “Yeah.”
You grinned. “I’m not fucking you while you’re sick Nathan.”
He let out a low groan of frustration. “I’m not sick.”
“Yes you are.”
“Finnneee, I’m sick, but fucking you would cure me, I’m sure of it.”
You can’t stop giggling at the weak lamenting tone he’d quickly adopted.
He grinned, chuckling before he quickly schooled his face back into a pout and puppy dog eyes. “Pretty please?”
You laughed harder.
“Don’t you love me?” He batted his eyes at you.
The fit of giggles wouldn’t stop.
“Come on,” he sat up a little, leaning closer so that his face was near yours. “You’ve heard of a good night orgasm, right? Well, this is a get well one.”
“A get well orgasm?”
“Yeah, you know? Releases endorphins, makes your white blood cells work faster, kills bacteria…” He gave you a lopsided grin. “I’m convincing you, aren’t I?”
“I’m glad you’re not a biologist.”
He purposefully poked out his bottom lip. “Please? I’m sick.”
“Nathan.” You grinned, enjoying his little display far more than you would ever let on.
“You’re meant to take care of me.”
“And, why is that?” You lean closer to his face, nearly brushing your lips against his and moving back slightly when he tried to close the gap.
He groaned a little, wiggling his hips between your legs and you let him. ��Because you’re kind, because you love me.”
“I don’t know about that.” You teased.
“Because you love me.” He repeated, giving you a little glare. “Because it’ll help, and…” he sighed, purposely dropping his shoulders and failing his arms a little.
This was too good. Far too good. Something about his slightly forlorn brattiness was just so endearing. “And?”
“And I’m really fucking horny okay? Like so horny, like just let me rub against you and I’ll cum in my pants and take some medicine and go to sleep, I promise.”
You bite your lips together and smile. “You’d actually take some medicine?”
He nodded. Nathan not shutting down the idea of taking pills was a feat on its own.
“Alright.”
His whole face lit up. “Alright?”
You laugh and nod. “Yeah, but you gotta behave, take the tablets, and rest, yeah? Work on getting better.”
He nodded quickly. Seemingly finding new energy as he sat up a little.
“Okay,” you began to move your legs, intending to get up from the settee and drop to your knees.
“No, no, no,” Nathan hooked his hand behind your knee, urging you back to your previous position. “Please, stay here, hmm? I want to…” He pulled at your waistband softly.
You took pity on him. “Do you want these off?”
“I want it all off.”
You sighed exasperatedly, an over the top sound for his benefit only. But you smiled as you did so. Quickly, you began to pull off your clothing. “You sure you’ll be okay, I don’t want you passing out or dying on me.”
Nathan sniggered. “I’ll be fine.”
He helped you out of your top and pulled your trousers off your feet before dumping your clothes in a pile on the floor.
He let out a satisfied groan and kissed your breasts, nuzzling into your skin happily.
You laughed as his beard tickled your skin.
“Gonna make you feel so good,” he mumbled, breaking away from the embrace only to pull off his hoodie.
“The point of this is to make you feel good.”
He tutted and rolled his eyes, “yeah, yeah.”
“Don’t ‘yeah, yeah’ me, Bateman, I’ll-”
With a surprising speed, he leant up and kissed you hungrily, slipping his tongue into your mouth and grinding his still clothed erection against your core.
He broke the kiss, grinning wildly when you moaned.
You scowled. “Trying to give me your germs?”
“Oh, you’ve already been exposed to them, baby.”
“That doesn’t mean I want to be exposed to them anymore,” you playfully swatted at his arm.
“Yeah, yeah,” he grinned before gently taking your nipple into his mouth, sucking on it softly before lapping at it with board flat licks.
You squirmed under him, your thighs clenching around his waist instinctively. Your breathing hitched and you tried to get a hold of yourself. “What’s with all this ‘yeah, yeah’ attitude?”
“Sorry,” he mumbled, scooting further down your body. “You’ll have to fuck it out of me I guess.” He gave you a perfectly innocent smile before diving between your legs.
You didn’t know whose moan was louder, yours or Nathan's, the second his lips and tongue touched your core.
He laps broad strokes through your folds, ending with a swirl of his tongue around your clit before repeating the whole process over again. He groans with each lick, unable and unwilling to stop himself from grinding against the settee as he sucked your clit into his mouth. Humming happily when you buck and arch up against him.
He looked up at you, watching your face as you moan with his large doe eyes blown wide with lust.
Teasingly, he dips his tongue into your heat, growling from deep within his chest as new wetness flows out of you. He slides up again, achingly slowly to your sensitive bundle of nerves.
Slowly he circles it twice with the very tip of his tongue, drawing out the sensation as you gasp and moan under him, before attacking you with long, wide licks fully against your clit. Repeating the motion again and again and again until you can’t even begin to think of anything else.
“Nathan,” you moan, your thighs shaking, your breath catching in your throat as you beg him to go faster, harder, anything. “Please.”
He ignores you, seemingly content to continue his onslaught at the exact same pace and firm pressure. But his eyes twinkle as you plead.
You try to buck up against him quicker, moving your hips so you can reach that sweet peak that’s so tantalisingly close.
Nathan predicts your movement, knowing all your moves, and leans up slightly with every thrust, only allowing the same constant press and glide of his tongue against you.
“Nathan, Nathan, please,” you implore him as your release creeps closer, sparking up your spine and down your legs.
He keeps his pace, watching you with glee as he slowly pushes you over the edge.
You cry out loudly, your thighs clamping around his head as he continues to lap at you. Pleasure washes over you as your cum soaks into his beard. He allows himself a split second of a pause to savour it, moan quietly at the taste, before his eyes are back open and he’s continuing those long, long licks.
As you start to come down your legs relax and Nathan pushes them lightly back down, still not taking a break in his actions.
“Nathan,” you whine, tingles of oversensitivity running over your clit.
He keeps his eyes on your face, hungry and wild. “Uh uh,” he mumbles against you, still licking.
You squirm, trying to get away from his tongue even as pleasure starts to build up again. You know that if you really wanted him to stop all you had to do was say the word and he would.
This time your orgasm builds faster, hardly waiting until your first has finished.
You rock against his mouth, moving with him as he sneaks his hand under your ass and starts to urge you to chase his tongue.
He presses into you harder, pushing at you with his hand until you’re nearly curled up on yourself. And he doesn’t stop, doesn’t give you pause as he pushes you closer and closer, relentless in his need to get you to cum on his tongue one more time.
Your moan reaches an even higher pitch as you grasp at the cushions and sofa, trying to gain any traction to thrust up against him harder.
Nathan takes his cue, quickly latching onto your clit and sucking, flicking the tip of his tongue lightly over the very tip and you scream.
Pleasure burns along your nerves, whiting out your vision as you buck against him uncontrollably, cumming so hard you see stars.
He moans, continuously sucking and following your movements, allowing you to rut against his face however you want as you cum.
The next thing you know he’s kneeling between your open legs, his beard satuatured with your wetness.
He suddenly doesn’t look ill at all, and you begin you wonder if you’ve been had.
For a second he watches your chest rapidly rise and fall as your breathing slows before he is taking himself in hand and notching the head of his fat cock at your entrance.
His eyes flick up to your face for a second, silently asking.
You nod, too exhausted to do much more, and then he’s pushing in.
You gasp, the stretch of him is always a little surprising at first, especially when you’re spread this wide.
Nathan bites his lip, easing in slowly and gazing down at you like you’re a banquet set out just for him.
He slides in deeper, inching himself in and running his hand up the back of your left thigh, pressing firmly and helping to angle you so your leg is flush against his stomach and chest.
You let out a little whine as he bucks, finally sheathing himself completely.
Nathan gasps, his eyes rolling back as your walls squeeze him, and holds on tightly to the leg pressed to his chest.
He doesn’t start to thrust harshly like you expect, doesn’t piston in and out of you, instead, he starts to grind slowly, barely pulling out and keeping you pressed tightly against him.
His fingers dig into your leg, his other hand going down to softly circle your throbbing clit as he rocks and buries his face into your calf.
You can tell he’s close, the way his stomach muscles tense, how his eyes are screwed shut. You move a little, leaning up slightly so you can meet his deep grinds. For a second, you open your mouth to speak, intending to tell him that it’s okay, that he should just let go and cum like you know he’s desperate to.
But he moves his leg forward, changing the angle he’s kneeling at and you sob in pleasure as his head hits perfectly deep.
You fall back a little with the intensity, unable to control yourself as he moves and does it again.
His eyes are open ever so slightly now, watching you with his bottom lip between his teeth and whimpering as you fall apart under him.
“There?” He whispers and you nod, sobbing as he repeatedly grindes into you, pushing firmly against the same spot over, and over, and over.
You’re unable to form words, unable to think as he just keeps rocking, pushing you further and further into the sofa, splitting you open so completely and shattering your sanity.
You don’t know how much more of this you can take, pleasure running like a live wire along every nerve so that it’s almost painful, almost too much to bear.
Nathan lets out a deep groan, slipping ever so slightly forward so that he has to put his hand next to your head, almost caging you in. His eyebrows pinched together in ecstasy. “Baby…”
And that’s it. That’s what throws you over the edge.
You grab hold of his shoulders as you cum, hard. Surprised at the suddenness and intensity. The force of it robs you of words, of breath as you shake and tense, your toes curling as you clench down on his cock and milk him for everything he’s got.
Nathan cums a second later, watching you fall apart and moaning out your name as he feels you pulse around him. He keeps himself fully in you, cumming as deeply as he can before pressing his forehead to yours and breathing deeply.
“I feel better.” He whispers, worn out and exhausted, before he kisses you.
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my shuri headcanons 𓃠
a dump of my thoughts because i love her and she’s taken over my mind
• on the trans/nonbinary spectrum. more specifically a demigirl and doesn’t care what pronouns you use on him. owns a binder for specific days that she wants her chest to look flat.
• very lesbian. her heart is for women and non-men 🏳️🌈
• i view her as a stud or a stem. it depends on how i’m feeling atm.
• she’s not just a nerd in the science sense she’s a huge fandom geek and has a stan twitter account to talk about her interests.
• also has fan edits of her favorite characters and interests saved on her phone. probably makes her own edits too.
• average minecraft enjoyer (she’s obsessed)
• reads a lot of wlw comics, novels, and other media bc they’re a gay ass.
• has AuDHD, argue with ur mama.
• is almost always seen wearing noise cancelling headphones or earbuds because she gets overstimulated at times. when she visits riri in chicago for the first time, the constant loud city noise is something he’s not used to. he had forgot to pack the headphones he made for himself so riri makes him a custom made pair to help him relax. they end up using riri’s more than their own. (riri indulgently put small cat ears on the top of them and shuri almost cried at the sight).
• catgirl energy. riri may make her look tall but that’s still a 5’5 girl twink that stopped growing at age 13. she’s small and likes to sit on counters, lab tables, the floor and any other weird place that’s not meant to be sat on. she curls up in a ball when she sleeps alone, and if she’s in the bed with someone else her limbs are all over their body. has cute sounding sneezes that m’baku makes fun of her for. one of the lab workers once found her asleep in a random corner of the room. naturally very light-footed and basically has human toe beans, making it very easy to sneak up on people without them hearing.
• has quite a few fidget toys to help her focus on work in the lab and ease her anxiety. a rubik’s cube, fidget spinners, stress ball, pop its, etc.
• she stims. so much. especially after she successfully completes a task or experiment and she’ll do a dance or do the lil hand flapping thing. her vocal stims are always random song lyrics or tiktok meme audios lol.
• has a sweet tooth. when okoye was a dora she’d occasionally bring candy or other sweets for her to snack on. riri goes to the store and buys him all the popular american snacks for him to try. nakia always has a mini stash prepared for when they visit her and toussaint in haiti.
• favorite color is purple. it just suits her.
• a GAMER™. she plays all genres but her favs are probably minecraft, puzzle, or rhythm games. did i mention minecraft? she loves it. riri loves rpgs and pvp games the most and has her play smash bros ultimate pretty often. they’re super competitive with each other and both sore losers lmao. shuri got her to play minecraft once and riri kept getting blown up by creepers.
• ↑ she becomes super close with mj, ned, and vivian through riri. they’re always on discord vc together playing games and doing many other things and it’s the most chaotic shit you’ve ever seen.
• if the word ticklish was personified. simply elbowing her in the stomach on accident would get a giggle outta her. every ticklish spot she has is extremely sensitive and you could have her curled up cackling in tears with ease.
• funny as hell for no reason. life of the party fr. she takes her jokester persona very seriously but sometimes she’s hilarious without even trying. the first time she ever smoked weed was with riri in her dorm and riri never laughed so hard in her life that day. shuri was literally all over the place. she’s definitely a lightweight too, just as goofy, giggly, and clingy in her drunken state.
• definitely likes kpop girl groups. I can’t prove it but they love loona you just have to trust me.
• also loves vocaloid and has a hatsune miku figure in her room somewhere. trust me on that.
• has a list of favorite black american artists. riri definitely put her on some r&b classics and less mainstream artists. has a massive celebrity crush on black women rappers.
• music taste is very versatile. her playlist has almost everything. she just can’t listen to one genre only, she’s too open minded and exploratory for that.
• he’s not one to fall in love easily, but when he does he falls hard. riri was the first person he ever fell for and it changed the trajectory of his life, poor thing had no idea what to do with that information.
• a romantic, lovesick loser. cannot flirt to save his life. flustering him is so fucking easy lmao. riri once called him shawty and he malfunctioned for 5 minutes. whenever he’s on the phone with riri his crush is genuinely so obvious to everyone around him. he be giggling and cheesing real hard 😭. kicking his feet squealing on the bed when he’s alone thinking about the cute nickname riri called him.
• her love language is acts of service and gift giving. she’s not always good with words or emotions so she expresses her appreciation towards her loved ones by distributing her wealth in many ways. buying riri things she might need for college, fixing stuff that breaks in nakia’s home. things like that.
• has trouble being vulnerable with those close to her. she’s lost so much, so opening up to new people is always a scary, big step. it took a while for her to let mj, ned, and viv into her heart because the closer she becomes with them, the more it’ll hurt if she loses them. they take her in with open arms regardless, because having a support system with people her age is something she needs. they take her seriously in ways that the elders don’t. they see her for who she is outside of being a royal figure to her country and allows her to be her full, authentic, geeky self. she’s able to grasp onto the youth that she almost lost when her family was taken away.
• very talkative. can infodump about an interest for hours and completely lose track of time if you let them. they cannot stay still when excited, nor can they keep eye contact, pacing around the room and darting their eyes everywhere while rambling about the history of vibrainium or something.
• maladaptive daydreaming. will lose herself in a song and start imagining scenarios in her head. t’challa once caught her in the act and refused to delete the video footage. sometimes, she pulls up the video her brother recorded just to hear his laughter in the background.
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