Blurred Lines (sorrento X Oc) Fic

blurred lines (sorrento x oc) fic

Hey everybody !

This is a Nolan Sorrento x OC fanfiction (Ready Player One). First of, I hope, a long list…

I’m a little frenchy so... This is also my first fanfiction written in English, so be kind, please. I had some help with this translation. Tell me my mistakes so I can improve! By the way, if you wanna read this one or another in my mother tongue, tell me!

OC is played by Evan Rachel Wood.

Summary : A whisper, a kiss, a caress, and nothing is enough to set everything on fire. It's not real. It can't be. Nolan Sorrento wants to destroy the fabulous world of the Oasis more than anything else in the world. He does not hold virtual relationships in his heart in any way. But this encounter on the Oasis will have a considerable impact and deconstruct all his convictions. One thing will be burning in his mind every time he disconnects : who is she in the real world? And for the first time in a very long time, Nolan Sorrento is finally going to have fun in a video game.

Tags : Pretty smutty, lemon and else… Be warned !

Rating : M

PS. This first chapter is only soft smut.

PS 2. All of Ben Mendelsohn’s characters are hot as hell !

Have fun :D

Chapiter 1 - Crossed Lies

The Oasis. An incredible and gigantic world that is the fruit of the fantasies and aspirations of a video game genius. Since its last update, the Oasis is the refuge of all human beings on our beautiful planet. Halliday is the hidden and secret hand of its splendor. A virtual world in which friendships and loves are made and unmade as quickly as disconnecting from one's augmented reality device. They connect and become the people they cannot be in real life. They even end up forgetting who they are, as the world of the Oasis allows them to have the life they always dreamed of. Yes, the Oasis is a little haven for everyone. Really everyone? There is one man who does not carry Halliday and Morrow's perfect creation in his heartbeat. Nolan Sorrento is one of those people. He hates the Oasis more than anything in the world. He hates Oasis as much as he hates pop culture. It's not hard to pretend, he just can't stand it.

And yet, Nolan Sorrento's life turned upside down after a few months. Two months ago. Two months in which his visits to the Oasis are made in search of reunion, and not only in the fantasy of finding Hallyday's Easter Egg. Two months where, between his regular meetings with i-R0k, his partner for better or for worse, Nolan finds another partner. Lady Grey. At least, this is the only identity he knows of her. He meets her in a specific area of the Oasis, a medieval village named “Bowerstone” after the famous video game Fable. An opulent chest, blond hair like wheat, big blue eyes, a slender waist wrapped in a sultry purple dress. Lady Grey is a character taken directly from the same video game. Mayoress of the city of Bowerstone. A woman of power, wealth, authority, but above all of lust. A woman he considers his equal in the Oasis. She embodies a loathsome cliché about the hidden desires of members of the male gender, especially for someone like Nolan Sorrento. A macho, authoritarian man with a thirst for wealth and power. Over the weeks, his view of the Oasis has become more nuanced because of her, Lady Grey has become his preference. She is his little moment of pleasure between two connections. Today, once again, Sorrento abandons his sidekick in the burning mountains of a volcano to find the peacefulness of the walled city of Bowerstone trapped in the middle ages. A change of location that offers him a certain change of scenery, Nolan feels excessively comfortable in this virtual replica of the Albion of the video game Fable.

"Nolan, dearest Nolan..." a woman's voice, inflated with confidence and seduction, greets the IOI boss. "What a surprise to see you again after all this time."

"Have you missed me?"

"Always."

Always. A word that resonates passionately in his mind. A word Nolan remembers for a few seconds, a word he cherishes like the apple of his eye. It marks his belonging to his cause, but more importantly to himself. Nolan Sorrento sketches a slight smirk behind his virtual reality headset.

"If you only knew what I want to do to you right now."

"That's just like you, you don't waste time on small talk."

"Would you rather I courted you? Would you like me to..."

"...that you serenade me?" she finished, not without a knowing wink. For the first time in a long time, Nolan didn't seem to be mad at the idea of being contradicted or even rebuked. On the contrary, Lady Grey has every right. She is his preference. She knows his thoughts like no one else, she knows exactly what he is thinking before he verbalizes his desires. She knows everything. She really knows him. She knows the real Nolan Sorrento, the one behind the Superman avatar.

"Exactly."

Lady Grey feels her cheeks coloring thinking about what she's about to ask him.

"I would love for you to court me, Nolan."

"It could be done, darling, in the real world."

A cloud passes over the Bowerstone mayor's blue eyes. She tilts her head to the side, reluctant to give him any satisfaction on this point.

"We've been over this time and time again, Nolan. It's not debatable. I like to compartmentalize the real from the virtual."

"Don't tell me you don't want more. Don't tell me you've never thought about it."

"Sure, Nolan, I think about it often."

"In that case... Let's stop all this pretending. Give me your real name, so I can call you. I'll take you to the best, most overpriced Italian restaurant in all of Columbus, and trust me, you won't regret their black truffle risotto special. A culinary orgasm. Then we'll have a champagne from their best vintage, and we'll toast all night, until closing time. And then, when it gets late, I'll take you back to my apartment. You'll love it, considering the interior decorator's bill, she cost me an arm and a leg, but that's the advantage of being rich, and... we'll have sex. All night long. I'll take you any way I can get you, you'll only be able to cry for mercy. All night long, I promise you, we'll never stop," he said with the strength of his convictions, his desires and his aspirations. Nolan has particularly emphasized his last words. He wants her to understand how great his sexual desire is. "I'll do anything to you that I can't do in this world."

She feels his need to please her so strongly that it breaks her heart, this sexual frustration he tries so hard to hide only tarnishes the beauty of their reconnection. Lady Grey feels torn when these words are spoken. This tirade is full of hope, excitement and desire. Yet it leaves the mayoress in a state of anxiety. Nolan is excited, like a child before his first Christmas present, but does he realize for a moment that things might not go his way? What if... she doesn't live up to his expectations? But she understands his needs; Nolan clearly feels the need to wrap things up in the real world, something he forbids himself from doing in the Oasis. All they've done so far is teenage kissing and preliminaries.

"Nolan..." she murmurs, placing her hands on either side of her avatar's face. She's dying to ask him that fateful question. What if you don't like my real body as much as my avatar's? But the words don't pass the barrier of her lips, they remain stuck in the back of her trembling throat.

"Let me court you the right way. You'll see it was better before."

"Presumptuous...and terribly old-fashioned."

"I'm an old-fashioned guy," he retorts almost naturally. Nolan Sorrento doesn't deny that he's a man who's particularly attached to the old ways. "Terribly attractive."

She bursts out laughing. He loves to hear her laugh. That laugh...so clear, sparkling and warm. Nolan feels like he can hear her all against him, what he would give for a real face-to-face. She always manages to get him all worked up.

"How can you not be with an avatar like Superman?"

"If...you saw me, I'm sure you'd find me even more irresistible."

"I've seen you before, Nolan."

A flash of lightning passes through his eyes. He frowns, a crazy idea then running through his mind for a few seconds, before fading away as quickly as it appeared. No, it can't be. I'm going about this the wrong way.

"I mean... in the papers, in TV appearances. I know you. Everyone knows Nolan Sorrento."

"Yes, of course... but does everyone know Nolan Sorrento like... you know him?"

"I hope not..."

"Loyalty is not a concept that can be addressed exclusively in a video game. I can only be loyal in real life, don't misjudge me, it would be absurd to consider us as a couple." It's just a stupid game, he holds back from vociferating. Nolan feels frustrated that she doesn't want to step out of the virtual world and embrace the pleasures of real life as much as he does.

"So... Superman or Nolan Sorrento?"

It's not explicitly asked, but Nolan burns to know her feelings about the real him. In her wildest dreams, she even admits to him that she is in love with his real body and to prefer it, against all odds, to Superman's. In front of the astonished mine of his interlocutor, Nolan Sorrento breaks the last centimeters which separate their bodies. He grabs Lady Grey's perfect face with one hand. With his fingertips, Nolan brushes the cupid's bow of her lips, before going gently down to her lower lip and caressing it with the palm of his thumb. He stares into her eyes, unblinking, waiting for a satisfactory response.

"Nolan..." she whispers, capturing his lips forcefully. Lady Grey interrupts their exchange for a few seconds to continue, "Definitely you, it's the real you I think of when you kiss me."

These words have an amazing impact in Sorrento, in the blink of an eye, there he is against her. Lady Grey finds herself pressed against the silk sheets of her huge four-poster bed.

He whispers her name, taking care to separate each syllable as slowly as possible, as if to bring a dramatic effect to their foreplay.

Lady Grey lets her eyelids close in order to increase tenfold her pleasure of feeling her partner's hands on her body made of pixels. She remembers the sensual way he rolled his name like honey in his mouth. Lady Grey dreams of feeling his tongue even deeper inside her, to the point where she feels like she can even come like that.

"Let me, let me touch you..." she implores before he takes possession of this pulpy mouth, deliciously half-opened, which asks only to be satisfied. The hands of Sorrento avatar's get lost against her alabaster skin, under the puffing folds of her purple dress. They cross every part of her skin, palpating, pinching, scratching, until leaving red marks symbolizing the violence of the hard feelings compressed in him. He dies of desire to make her shout, to make her beg, to ravage her all, until she finally gives in to the least of his whims. "Say my name," he orders, biting gently on the tip of her chin. "I want to hear you say it every time you feel something."

"No--lan... Nolan..." she moans as she feels her lover's hands under her thighs, slowly working their way up to the very core of her desire. "Oh!"

"Yes... Like that, darling, don't stop... " he murmurs in a hoarse voice between her lips. He is devouring the bony line that surrounds her face with his wet kisses and bites, until going up sensually to the hollow of her ear. His gestures are hurried, trembling, which betray a tendency to possessiveness.

"Which equipement are you wearing ?"

"The FX1 suit... Why my sweet? " he is astonished before she answers his pressing need, after having unbuckled the belt of his suit pants.

My goodness. A wave of pleasure overwhelms his whole body. All his senses are literally bursting in his delight. Incredible. There's something magical about this outfit, incongruous as it is. Power never before equaled. Nolan Sorrento feels like he's in one of those old sci-fi movies, some kind of humanoid in armor. The sensations are multiplied tenfold to the point of no return. As soon as he gets rid of his virtual reality helmet, the ecstatic shivers continue to run through his body, they radiate in the most sensitive parts of his male anatomy. Yes, the FX1 suit is definitely the best thing that ever happened to him. Without further delay, Nolan Sorrento extracts himself from his torture device. He tries to make his way out of what looks like a giant hamster cage. The CEO of the IOI organization wants only one thing: to release the pressure that has built up following his encounter with the mysterious Lady Grey. Lady Grey, mayor of Bowerstone. Mayor, bullshit. Holy shit, he swears. Once he had set foot on the floor of his office, Sorrento gambled for a few seconds. With a shaky gait, he spun around twice. A light burst of laughter escapes from his thin lips, so much the sensory overload is complete. He still feels overcome by waves of pleasure and puffs of heat which make him tear off a sharp blow the buttons of the collar of his shirt. Fresh air, please. He needs air at all costs. His body burns desperately for something... that is beyond all his hopes. Sorrento takes the opportunity to release his neck from his tie. Amazing, he repeats to himself like a mantra. When she touched his crotch, it was like... an electric caress of rare violence. It almost took him to seventh heaven. He loved it. It even made him completely crazy. He couldn't take it anymore and quickly left the simulation game. Nolan Sorrento has never had so much fun playing a stupid video game. Now that the euphoria has passed, our businessman realizes that he has lost total control of the situation, which instantly sends him into a state of raging madness. Possessed by the need to suppress all these sensations, Sorrento throws his helmet in the corner of the room. Visceral. This need for absolute and total control is visceral. He can't accept what he has just experienced in the Oasis. It's just a video game, far away from anything he knows, two thousand miles from reality. His own reality. A reality made of numbers, costs and profits, millions of dollars and sumptuous villas or luxurious suits. There is nothing better than reality, he repeats to himself like a ritornello.

Really ?

While he is pacing in his office, Nolan is unaware that his office door opens to reveal the face of his executive secretary. Amaryllis. An unusual name that amuses more than it commands respect. A name that could be used as a pseudonym in a video game or as the name of a cartoon character. Bloody hell. She was persecuted for a long time for this fantasy. Amaryllis considers that she has not been spoiled by nature. She is a woman who has just celebrated her thirtieth birthday, a very beautiful woman in fact, but with a physique that is far from being unnoticed. She has a flamboyant hair that looks like Venetian blond, a milky skin as white as marble and a pair of water green irises. All these details have given rise to a powerful complex during her youth, which is the source of her current shyness. But there is no reason to have any complex when you have such a magnetic physique, a slender waist and a small straight nose.

When she discovers him so ecstatic, she cannot resist smiling gently at him. It is not given to her to contemplate this man in a state of perfect bliss. Yes, that is the word. Perfect... He is perfect. Each of his features, his dark circles, the gray streaks that pepper his silky hair and his square shoulders, she never tires of admiring the beauty of this man of power.

He still doesn't notice her presence, so she clears her throat a little. "Mr. Sorrento." All the charm of his vulnerability begins to vanish almost in a split second. "You sent for me?"

"That's right, Miss Blackwood." he replies, regaining his seriousness in front of her. He moves his neck slightly from right to left to relax his muscular tensions. "Come, honey, with your report." Nolan needs to think of something else right now.

She’s surprised by this mechanical ability to switch from laughter to seriousness, his facial features having muted into a placid expression.

"Are you in pain?"

Nolan takes without a word the report, elegantly plastified in a forest green cover. He then begins to skim over its broad outlines, lingering for a few minutes on the summary.

"Nothing insurmountable. A slight tendonitis, no doubt."

"It's from your sessions on the Oasis. They are far too intense for your body. I can certainly do something..."

"Thank you, but there's no need, Miss Blackwood. I pay you exclusively for your expertise and not for your massage skills."

"Well--Fine, Mr. Sorrento."

As his eyes scan the lines of her report, Amaryllis Blackwood notices a detail of some importance. She notices that his eyes darkens as he goes on. Amaryllis swallows hard. What he reads is far from bringing him satisfaction. She feels that the knife is likely to fall from one moment to another. Nolan Sorrento is frowning and seems to make superhuman efforts not to explode.

"Ridiculous!" he snaps. "Is that what I pay you for? You haven't done enough research, this is... mediocre! I am deeply disappointed. It is distressingly poor, Miss Blackwood!"

“You have barely read the introd...“ she insists.

“Are you fucking kidding me ?” he snaps.

She hears his voice crack. What’s wrong with him ? In his fury, he throws the sheets of the report in his employee's face.

Amaryllis falls at his feet like a poor little thing. She tries to recover the scattered sheets which are encircling the Italian shoes of her superior.

She puts herself spontaneously in position of retreat, destabilized by his coldness. Worse than that, she feels shocked by the violence of his words.

"It must be done for tonight."

" But... Mr. Sorrento, it is five o'clock in the afternoon and... "

"And...?" he cut her off bluntly as he approached her dangerously. "Do you have any plans? A tap show, a trip with girlfriends in the best bars of Columbus, a small dinner in candlelight or even a date in a swingers club?" he rants while raising a face empty of expression. Anger rumbles and it bears the features of Nolan Sorrento. He feels that the brutality of his words is a necessary harm to establish once again his hierarchical position. Nolan cannot stand it when his authority is questioned.

"You don't seem to understand the demands and the beauty of a company like ours, Miss Blackwood. If it turns out that the pressure is too much for you, just tell me about it, I can easily transfer you to another department, like our loyalty center."

Oh no. I'd rather go to hell than to a loyalty center, she thinks, panicking at the thought of ending up in one of those hamster cages. Terrified, Amaryllis Blackwood feels her body shaking rather than thinking. She feels her heart rate increase unreasonably, her vision is now a thick fog.

"No! No, no, please, no, of course not, Mr. Sorrento. Nothing is more important to me than this business."

He seems to love this feeling of all-power. She hates herself for it. She bites her lower lip until it bleeds for being so... cowardly.

"Good." he says, satisfied with his little burst of power. The sound of her distraught voice and her pleas resonate within him like a sexual promise. The curve of his lips crinkles into a thin, sly smile as he decides to elude her presence. "Go away, now."

As he starts pacing the room again, visibly obsessed with his latest cell phone, she can't restrain a shiver of disgust.

"Primary sexism..." mumbles Amaryllis, more to herself than to him. She does not think for a moment that he is capable of hearing this sentence. Shame on her.

"I beg your pardon? " he whispers seriously. His ears are still focused on her every move. "What did you say?" This is too much for Nolan Sorrento. Is she serious? He feels like he's about to explode all the frustration he's built up over her.

Amaryllis shudders as she smells the subtle scent of danger wafting through the air. Holy shit. Amaryllis Blackwood's blood is racing through her veins. She has gone too far to let this mistake be taken back before he goes into a burst of rage.

"No... that's not... I didn't know you were still giving attention to our conversation..." she says, confusing herself with an apology.

"Because you think I'm stupid enough or completely deaf to not pay attention to you?"

"No, sorry."

Amaryllis felt Nolan Sorrento's grip on her arm, before she found herself slammed against one of the office walls.

"In case you didn't know it yet, my hearing is doing excellently, Miss Blackwood."

He plunges his ocean blue eyes into hers to emphasize the harshness of his threats. She finds herself completely caught up in the small flashes of light that emerge from them ; a mixture of frustration and excitement. There is no sign that Nolan Sorrento is angry, but the force of his words is unmistakable. She has never been spoken to like this before, and this harshness in his voice is far from leaving her speechless. She feels pleasurable shivers running down her spine. This presence, this voice, this proximity. He is frightening and seductive at the same time. He breaks the last centimeters which separate their two bodies to maintain his domination.

"Do not insult me like that again, did I make myself understood well, Miss Blackwood?" he whispers in the hollow of her ear. She feels the vibrations of his sneer against her neck. The IOI CEO's whispering voice is heavy, his breath almost erratic against her skin.

Even before he does anything, she already feels drunk on him. The feel of his body immobilizing hers, the way his scent surrounds her, the sound of his voice, his breathing hard. Every detail of him filled her fragile core with strong emotions like a tsunami. Even that terribly sarcastic and charming smile seems to rip apart what's left of her moral principles.

"Am I clear?" he repeats.

"Yes." she begs.

"Yes… Who… Miss Blackwood ?" A smirk appears at the corner of his thin lips. It feels so good to be powerful.

"Yes... Mr. Sorrento..." She feels his pleasure more than anyone else. He is even able to cum just by torturing her."As you now well know, I'm not much of a patient man," he says in an authoritative tone. "Get that report back to me by midnight. If you don't... there may well be a place available at the loyalty center. I would hate to break a mind as brilliant as yours."

He loves the feel of her squirming against him as she seeks to gain a few inches away from him. He plunges his two icy orbs into her ones, waiting for the final cut, which finally doesn't come. She nods her head after a few seconds of silence, in sign of acquiescence.

Amaryllis releases a sigh of relief, when he moves away from her body. The last thing that she wishes is him to be aware of her tormented feelings. She leaves, carrying the remnants of her unfulfilled desire with her.

"Go back to work. Now." After dismissing her, Nolan nonchalantly waved his hand, as if chasing an imaginary bug around the room.

"I'm sorry to take away your evening, but just consider it a fantasy to entertain the idea that your position gives you the ability to maintain a private life."

"Mr. Sorrento... Just know that to continue to exist, fantasy must remain in the realm of the imaginary."

She cannot help but return a last provocation before disappearing. This sentence leaves our businessman on his hunger, it even leaves him particularly dreamy. A sentence without importance, but that he cannot help transposing to the dilemma which is played in his personal life. He feels caught up in his own fantasies, his attraction to a character which is not real. He is attracted to an illusion, and particularly to his fantasy of the player.

When she retreats from his office without a word, Nolan Sorrento finally lets go. He then takes a deep breath of air as if to give himself the courage to think about his situation. Nolan feels cramped in a position that hasn't given him any satisfaction for the past few months. He still remembers the delicious shivers that ran through his avatar as if they were running through his real body. He even relishes these images and sensations like a diabetic rediscovering the pleasures of sugar. More than anything in the world, yes, more than anything. Nolan wants to feel them once again. He feels feverish at the very thought of falling back into her arms. Nolan feels himself literally bubbling with desire. He covets the dark purpose of possessing her body, not in this video game, but in reality. Nolan Sorrento's feelings for Oasis are far too tumultuous to be trapped in a virtual relationship. At least, that's what he thinks he knows about him.

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