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“What you deserve” (Connor DBH x Fem. Reader) 18+ ✨

Summary: Reader has had a stressful week working during the busiest month a year, December. That’s why you’re so relieved to come home to Connor for a much needed weekend. You’re however surprised when you come home and is treated to an amazing, romantic evening by your even more amazing boyfriend, that all ends up with the most intense and pleasurable night you’ve ever dreamed of!

Warnings: 18+, mature content, NSFW, smut, dirty talk, body worship, mentions of emotionally unhealthy previous relationships.

A/N: This is both my first time writing a reader insert story and more or less my first time writing an all out smut 18+ fic. Please let me know how I did and if you’d be interested in more stories like this. With that said, I really hope you enjoy my work and thank you for reading! 💚

Word count: 6.2K

Banner: By me.

You entered your and Connor’s shared apartment, turned and leaned against the door before releasing a sigh of relief. Finally it was weekend! Working retail in December was no joke. Customers had been rude and demanding all week and your hours had been hectic and full of overtime. Christmas was wonderful, but unfortunately it was also cold, stressful and demanding, so right now all you wanted was just to just relax and forget the world for a bit. As you hung up your winter coat, scarf and bag you noticed the sound of soft christmas music coming from the kitchen mixed with a delicious smell.

Smiling you made your way from the hallway to the kitchen. When you neared you could hear the soft baritone voice of your boyfriend humming along to the carol from the overhead sound system. You peaked through the archway and leaned against the wall as you silently watched Connor swaying and singing softly to himself as he handled and stirred several pots on the stove and peaked on a bread baking in the oven.

“Hey.” You greeted softly, your eyes shining with a mixture of amusement and fondness.

Connor turned and sent you that huge boyish smile he always got when he saw you after a long day. He was wearing a thick, white knitted sweater you’d gotten him on his activation day and his preferred dark slacks, his LED spun a contended blue.

“Y/N, welcome home!” He greeted warmly before making his way over to you to pull you into his warm embrace and kissing you gently.

You accepted the kiss with a satisfied sigh and rested your hands against his warm chest. When he pulled away slightly you got the chance to look over the rest of your spacious apartment. Soft candlelight was illuminating most surfaces, the table was beautifully set and a gorgeous bouquet of your favourite flowers was standing in a clear vase in the center.

“What’s all this? Did I miss an anniversary or something?” You asked suddenly nervous you’d missed something important.

Connor laughed softly and quickly reassured you. “Not at all don’t worry. I just know how stressed you’ve been and you’ve been working so hard lately, so I wanted to do something nice for you.” As he talked he went over to the small wine fridge, pulled out a chilled bottle of your favorite white wine and poured it into a glass he then handed over to you. He also poured himself a glass of thirium based wine to join you.

You accepted the glass and looked at him with big eyes. “That is.. So incredible sweet. Thank you!”

Connor smiled and gently guided you towards the set table and pulled out the chair for you to sit. “I take it you like it then?”

“I do! It’s amazing Connor.” You said as you took your seat and sipped your wine, enjoying the chilled, dry flavour. “It’s just what I didn’t know I needed.” You added with a smile over the rim of your glass.

“Good.” Connor smiled as he returned to the kitchen. “I hope you’re hungry, dinner is almost ready.”

“Starving.” You replied and took another appreciative sip of your wine and also enjoyed the sight of Connor expertly manuvering the kitchen as he finished dinner.

—

“That was delicious Con. Thank you for dinner.” You heaved, feeling so full from the delicious homemade meal. You leaned back to stretch in your chair, making your spine pop a few times and let out a groan. Your job left you on your feet all hours of your day ,aside from your 30 minute lunch and occasionally bathroom break. Especially in December the days were chaotic and hectic, leaving you feeling sore and spent both physically and mentally. You stood up to start clearing the table. Since Connor had cooked the least you could do was do the dishes and the cleanup, but Connor stood with you and stopped you.

“Hey none of that. This is your night off, you aren’t to do any work or cleaning” He chastised you jokingly.

“At least let me help clean up, you shouldn’t have to do all that work alone.” You protested, but Connor simply took your hand and began leading you away from the kitchen towards the bathroom.

“Absolutely not. I’ve got another surprise for you.” He said with a grin and pulled you into the master bathroom.

“Another one? Wha..” You started to question but stopped dead in your tracks as you entered the bathroom that was being illuminated by soft candlelight and a hot steaming bubble bath already filled and waiting for you. The tantalising smell of orange flowers and bamboo from your favorite soap filled the room. Across the tub the wooden tray held your current book, open on the page you’d reached (most people used pads these days but you still preferred the feel and smell of a real book). It also held your favorite hand cream, since the cold weather always left your hands dry and painful. Another vase with beautiful white flowers stood at the corner of the tub. The whole scene was intoxicatingly relaxing and romantic. You turned to look at your android boyfriend who looked back at you with a soft smile.

“How are you this perfect?” You asked, almost being serious. No one had ever treated you like this. In all your previous relationships you’d somehow always ended up being the sole caregiver and comforter, expected to always have an endless flood of love, empathy and care to offer and provide. You’d gotten so used to it you’d stopped expecting anything else and accepted that your role in a relationship was to make sure all your partner’s emotionally and physically needs were met. Even though you held a full-time job yourself, it wasn’t high paying at all so you’d never earned quite as well as any of your previous partners. So since they were usually the main financial provider they’d made it clear you needed to provide in other ways, wether it be cooking, cleaning or always being ready to offer affection and attention. And when, at some point, you’d find yourself so drained of energy that you’d no longer be able to live up to par they’d all left you with excuses such as you’d let yourself go, you didn’t appreciate them enough or they couldn’t function with a woman who couldn’t even keep her home proper. It’d left you heartbroken each time and it’d chiselled away at your confidence little by little until you’d given up on finding love, believing you weren’t worthy of it.

It wasn’t until you’d met Connor and he slowly but surely managed to show you he didn’t expect or want you to mange the whole household all alone. He’d affirmed, nurtured and supported you from the very start of your relationship, something that had immensely confused you and made you anxious at first, but with Connor it was so much different. You supported each other in the best way and if both of you had a bad day, he didn’t expect you to put aside your feelings or needs to accomodate his, you’d help each other.

Connor simply kissed your lips again and silently helped you to get undressed, the action making his LED spin yellow as he unveiled your body like it was a piece of fine art, unable to hide his appreciation before he prompted you to enter the hot water. You sank in with an almost sinful moan, loving the feel of the hot soapy water penetrating your stiff muscles. Connor exited only to return moments later with your refilled wine glass and put it on the tray in front of you along with a glass of water to keep you hydrated as well.

“Now, take all the time you want to relax and unwind and call me if you need a refill.” He instructed before landing another soft kiss on your forehead this time, then left the room to let you enjoy some peace and quiet.

—

You spent the next hour throughly enjoying your hot soak, reading your book, slowly sipping your wine and appreciating the much needed alone time you’d had for yourself for the first time this entire week. When the water started getting chilled you stood, drained the water, to then rinse and wash probably in a short shower. Once that was done you pulled on your green satin robe and excited the bathroom to find your boyfriend and thank him proper for the lovely bath. The kitchen was spotless but also vacant, as was the living room and all candles had already been extinguished, therefor there were only one place your lover could’ve disappeared to and it suited you perfectly.

You found him as expected in the bedroom, once again the space primarily being lit up with several candles. Connor was already undressed down to his black boxes as he lay reclined on top of the covers in your shared bed with a pad in hand. At the sound of you entering he however looked up at you with a smile and immediately put the device away.

“Did you enjoy your bath love?” He asked sincerely.

“I did, it was perfect. This whole night has been perfect. You’re the best baby.” You replied and made your way to the foot of the bed.

Connor stood to join you. He pulled you close and slowly untied the sash holding your robe closed but never breaking eyecontact with you.

“Are you tired?” He asked lowly as his hands found their way under the satin to your bare waist underneath.

You shook your head ‘no’ slowly, the simple touch already spreading goosebumps across your skin. “Not really.” You whispered.

“Good.” Connor growled before he swooped you up in one powerful motion, supporting you under your thighs, forcing you to wrap your legs around his middle and your arms behind his head for balance. He claimed your lips in a passionate kiss while he gently placed you flat on your back on the soft, white duvet on your king seize bed. You pressed up, though never breaking your kiss, in effort to turn you around so you could finally show Connor some love and attention of your own.

But your efforts were futile as Connor pressed you back down by your shoulders, letting your lips part and making you let out a disapproving whine both from being denied access to his body and his mouth.

“I want you to lay back and let me take care of you. Think you can do that for me gorgeous?” The android requested in that low, sensual voice of his.

Your first instinct was to protest, but you were already dizzy with lust and that deep voice and smouldering look he sent weren’t helping, so you nodded your consent, not trusting your own voice at the moment.

Connor smiled widely, even looking a little smug he’d get things his way. “Good girl.” He praised and oh God, you swore you could feel the growing wetness between your folds increasing at those simple two words alone.

The android slipped your robe out from beneath you, leaving you completely bare. He allowed himself a few seconds of appreciating your nakedness, his LED spinning yellow, then arranged the pillow under your head to make sure you were as comfortable as possible.

He placed a lingering kiss to your lips before he trailed kisses slowly down your body. His first stop was at the juncture between you neck and shoulder making you sigh in pleasure. Then he slowly descended down to your breasts, flicking his tongue repeatedly across first one nipple until it stiffened under his attention, then repeated the action on the other before shifting to broader licks. You moaned shamelessly at the attention, loving the feeling of his tongue in your breasts, but knowing how amazing that was going to feel once he’d go lower. Connor however seemed in no rush and made his way agonisingly slowly down your body making you whimper and sigh restlessly as you grew more and more desperate.

Your patience were rewarded however as you finally felt a broad stroke of the sinfully talented tongue move trough your slick folds and across your clit.

“Yes!! Ahh.. Connor!!” You moaned loudly as your lover lapped at your pussy in a steady rhythm, alternating between penetrating you with his tongue and licking your clit in tantalising patterns and pressures. Ever so often Connor moaned against you, the sound muffled by your sex, not holding back his own pleasure at servicing you like this. With practiced ease he build your pleasure to a crescendo and then he just.. Kept you there..

Your moans filled the room as every time you felt sure you were just milliseconds from tipping over the edge Connor skilfully pulled you back.

“Please.. God~ please Connor..” You started to beg as your climax moved just beyond your reach once again. “Let me cum, pleeeease~~!”

This time Connor actually stopped fully to peak up at you. He should have looked ridiculous with your juices glistening on his lips and chin in the candlelight, but he just looked criminally sexy. You whined at the loss, but Connor shushed you gently and stroked up your thigh and stomach with one hand, as the other kept you steady at your hip to keep you from chasing his mouth.

“I’m gonna take my sweet time with you tonight darling, keep it slow and gentle. I want you to focus on relaxing your every muscle, keep breathing deep and give yourself completely over to me. Let every little feeling wash over you and just.. Enjoy..” He said in a hushed voice and placed a pacifying kiss to your stomach. “Will you do that for me?”

You nodded eagerly, your cheeks flushed from neediness. You’d do anything to get that mouth back on you. You tried to buck your hips again but Connor pulled further back at the motion.

“Ah, ah, ah.” He tutted. “I said.. Relax.” He repeated pointedly.

You closed your eyes, drew in a deep breath and focused on relaxing your entire body on the exhale, practically sinking into the mattress this time and this doing what you were told.

“‘Much better, good girl.” He praised and returned his mouth to you.

You kept focusing on your breath and on staying relaxed this time, it was hard since you’d been so fixated on chasing your own orgasm just a few minutes ago, but the longer you did the more relaxed you became. It helped Connor’s movements were much slower now as well, his tongue moving almost lazily over your clit and folds. But despite the slow pace, every motion was teasing your most sensitive and pleasurable spots non stop and made you much more aware of every little nuance and feeling. After about 30 minutes you found yourself having slipped into an almost trance like state of constant pleasure.

“Ahhh~~Ahhh~~Ahhh~~” You couldn’t hold back low moans escaping your lips on every exhale. The pleasure then suddenly increased, your own sounds increasing with it, as you felt one single digit enter you and press firmly down on your g-spot, rubbing it with perfect precision.

“Ahh!! Oh God~~ Yes!! I’m.. I’m!! I’m gonna..” Your voice was breathy but impossible to hold back as you still lay completely boneless and relaxed while the pleasure just kept rising and you still didn’t feel yourself tipping over all the way.

“Cum.” A single muffled command then vibrated against your clit and the dam broke.

“Ahh~~Aaahhhh~~ Oooohhh my Gooood!! Yeeeeeeeessss!!!” You cried hoarsely as a tidal wave of immense pleasure washed over you. Connor never stopped his ministrations, still licking and fucking you slowly with a single finger, making your climax last impossible long as the pleasure decreased only little by little instead of disappearing in a few seconds like usual.

You were both surprised and pleased once your climax had run its course over several minutes that you found yourself right back at that plateau of constant pleasure that you’d been floating on before being pulled over the edge. Normally you’d be way too sensitive to receive anymore attention after coming down without it being downright uncomfortable. But despite having just experienced the most intense and powerful orgasm in your life your boyfriend’s mouth and finger kept going and it felt just as amazing as before.

“That’s it, love.” Connor’s low voice just managed to penetrate your pleasure fogged daze and continuing soft, appreciative moans.

You were so spaced-out, your eyes closed in content that you didn’t realise Connor had moved before you felt the press of his big, hard member gliding into your soaking entrance in one deep stroke. Your eyebrows knitted together and and you let out a long keen of absolute ecstasy as you felt every glorious inch filling you in the best way possible.

“Connor~!!” You gasped.

“You look so beautiful, Y/N.” He moaned quietly on his own as he started a slow, but deep thrusting rhythm. “I love watching you come apart like this. Love the way you moan my name..”

“Ohhhh~~ Connoooor!!” You mewled his name at both his words and the way he now managed to hit your g-spot with perfect depth and pressure while still doing it so slowly the pleasure was mind-numbing, but not enough to push you over the edge again.

Connor’s hands moved up your arms until he was holding you down gently by both hands above your head. Your entire body offered no resistance, all your muscles felt like feathers, light and almost weightless. Your breaths were deep and controlled, making your chest rise and fall gently in time with every perfectly aimed thrusts.

Connor’s moans mixed with yours along with the wet sucking sound each time his cock pulled out almost all the way, only to disappear into you again so very slowly. Connor kept up this slow pace for 45 minutes, never once faltering in his rhythm or precision of his thrusts due to his unlimited android stamina. Once again you found yourself in an euphoric state where the pleasure just kept building impossible heigh, but never tipping you over that last edge.

“I’m going to make you cum now~~” Connor moaned softly into your right ear then nibbled gently on the lobe. “Keep breathing for me and let me hear you.” He added and squeezed your hands a little tighter in his.

The change in his movements were subtle and almost impossible to detect, but you’d never been more tuned in on your own body than you were right now and you felt the minute change of pressure and tempo on that deep bundle of nerves within you like a freight train. The burning coil in your belly grew tighter and tighter and your moans louder and louder.

“Ahhhhh~~!! Ohhhh, R-Right there!! Ahhhhhh~~ Yess.. Yeeeesss!! I’m gonna cuuum~~ Ohhhh, you’re gonna make me cum again babbyyy~~ ” You cried as the pleasure increased even higher than the first time, even tough that should’ve been impossible. He hadn’t even touched your clit this time around, something that was usually a must if you were to have any hope of reaching your end, but here you were on your way to the best orgasm in your life from nothing more than excruciatingly slow repeated penetration.

“I’m!! Ooohhhhhh~~ Aahhhhhh~~ AAHHHHH~~~ YEEEEESSSSS ~~ I’M C-CUMMING!! I’M CU- AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH~~~~!!!!” If your first orgasm had been a tidal wave, this was a full blown tsunami. The amount of undiluted pleasure that submerged you were indescribable and you could hardly keep up.

In the distance you heard Connor’s echoing moans as your walls clenched and spasmed uncontrollably around his cock as he fucked you through your long climax that once again stayed at a unrelenting crescendo for minutes! You briefly wondered if you should be embarrassed about how much noise you were making, but you quickly dismissed it as you opened your eyes a fraction for the first time in forever and saw the look of absolute adoration, joy and pleasure on Connor’s face, as your body kept clenching and welcoming his still rock hard member.

“That’s my girl~~ You’re doing so well, darling.. Ahhh~~ You feel so amazing around me.. You’re gripping me so tight!! And.. Ohhhh~~ You make such beautiful sounds for me!!” He moaned freely, your eyes locked together making the moment even more intimate and intense. “One more precious.. I.. Ahhhh~~ I need you to see you cum for me just one more time.. Can you do that for me?” He moaned breathlessly.

Your second climax weren’t even completely over, your walls still contracting blissfully every few seconds, but you found yourself nodding slowly with absolute certainty Connor would be successful in pulling out one more earth shattering orgasm from your body, as your were still riding on an inconceivable high of constant bliss.

Connor smiled and leaned down to place a deep kiss against your lips, making you both moan into eachother’s mouths for a few moments. When he pulled back he gently lifted your right leg and placed it over his strong shoulder before leaning back over you to resume his gentle fucking into you soaking pussy.

The new position made him hit you deeper than ever. The thrusts were much more shallow than before, but the angle made the still perfect aim and now constant attention on your g-spot feel even better and you felt yourself melt into the soft mattress in pure ecstasy. Was is possible to die from pleasure? It sure felt like it, but you could not bring yourself to care just at long Connor kept fucking you like that!

Again, Connor let you reach a Sky-high plateau or pure pleasure for 30 minutes before you felt a gentle thumb being placed on your swollen clit that began rubbing you in perfect synch with each smooth brush on your g-spot. Your moans rose in volume and pitch once again as your peak kept getting higher than ever before.

“OOOOHHHH~~~ T-That’s perfect!! ohhmygoood~~ AAHHHHHH~~”

“Are you going to cum for me, again love~~??” Connor moaned from above you and increased his speed driving into you.

You felt your vision going white at the edges as the tempo rose both from his cock rocking into you and the thumb rubbing your clit.

“YES~~!! YES, CONNOR~~ OOOHH GOOOD I’M GONNA CUM~~” You wailed in ecstasy, watching him as he moved above you.

The android then stepped it up one last gear and plowed into you both hard and fast for the first time that night. His LED was spinning a fast red as he started to loose his ability to keep calm after having watched and listened to your lusty moans all night. It was intoxication to know he was the one to have given you so much pleasure! Being able to make you fall apart in ways he knew no one had ever taken their time to do for you before. Even more so knowing you trusted him enough to completely relax and give yourself over to him, the only reason he’d succeeded in reducing you to this blissed out state of constant pleasure. But even an android had his limitations and he could no longer hold back his own desperate need to cum inside you, but not until he made you cum one last time.

“I want to see you writhe on my cock, darling~~!! AAAHH~~ make you cum h-harder than you’ve ever done before!! AHH-HAA!! I need to feel you cum around me again!! SoOOHHH~~ Come on love, be a good girl and c-cum for me!! PLEASE~~” Connor moaned and begged from above you.

You were helpless to comply. “AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH~~~~ YEEEEEESSSSSS~~~!! OH~OH~OH!! AAAHHHHHH-HHHAAAAAAAA~~~!!!” You screamed as the strongest orgasm of your life ripped from you and a spring of juices squirted wetly from your entrance, soaking Connor’s still moving hips and thighs.

Connor moaned as he felt your pussy massage his cock tightly and felt the wetness of your ejaculation spraying from you. He managed to register a moment of immense pride that he’d succeeded in making you squirt and made a mental note to do everything in his power to make you do it again in the future, because it was the hottest thing he’d every witnessed and it pulled him right over the edge with you.

“OOHHH~~ YEEESSS DARLING~~!! AAAHHHHH~~ PERFECT!! AAAAHHHHHH~~” He echoed your shouts and filled you up with his synthetic cum.

Connor kept fucking you through your shared, shaking orgasms, gradually slowing down until he was just slowly rocking into you as he had for most of the night. It wasn’t until your voice returned to a soft, satisfied whimper and every last drop of both your juices and his cum had been wrenched out of both of you, he stopped he stopped completely, but keeping his cock inside you.

Your entire brain and body were flooded with endorphins from the most intense and satisfying lovemaking session you’d ever experienced. It felt like you were floating. Your sex still fluttered softly around the warm cock still inside you and you enjoyed watching with hooded eyes, how it made Connor shudder and whine softly above you resting on his forearms flanking both sides of your head. You reached up to touch his blue flustered cheek and guide him down into a soft kiss.

“Connor.. That was.. Incredible..” You breathed. You’d never felt pleasure like what you’d just lived through. In your past sexual experiences you’d rarely been able to cum during sex and if you did it was certainly never more than once. Connor was the first partner you’d had that somehow always succeeded in bringing you to climax every time you were together, but this had been three consecutive orgasms with the next more intense and exquisite than the last. You’d no idea you could even do that, much less squirt as you did on that last one! You’d almost passed out from sheer pleasure and here you’d always thought you just weren’t cut out for a rewarding sex life. How wrong you’d been, all it took was the right man wanting to take his time and enjoyment in learning you your body and its needs. “Everything tonight has been incredible.. I can’t believe how lucky I’ve been finding you..” You whispered honestly.

Connor looked down at you with those big brown eyes of his, like you were the most precious and beautiful treasure in the world, a soft smile adorning his lips. “I’m just as lucky and you deserve to be pampered and cared for once in a while, love.” Connor replied.

“Careful, I might just get used to it.” You grinned.

“Good.” Connor said in all seriousness. He leaned down to give you one last kiss before he stood from the bed, going to the bathroom. You heard water running and moments later he returned, having already cleaned up himself, but bringing a warm wet flannel he then carefully cleaned you with. You felt grateful for the thoughtfulness since you didn’t think your legs could carry you to the bathroom in your current blissed out state. After you were both clean Connor blew out the dozen of candles across the room, gently tugged the thick white cover you’d been laying on out from underneath you, then joined you in bed and pulled you close to his chest as he tugged the cover back over you both.

You let out a sigh of pure content as you snuggled up against your boyfriend, listening to the soft hum of this mechanical thirium pump inside his chest and purring as he started drawing gentle patterns on your back with the tip of his fingers with the arm wrapped around you.

“Goodnight Con.. I love you..” You whispered into the darkness, the only light coming from Connor’s blue LED.

“I love you too Y/N, sweet dreams.” Connor replied and planted a kiss on top of your head.

Only once he was certain you’d fallen asleep, protected and undisturbed, did he allow himself to enter stasis as well.

THE END

every time he calls me mommy a fairy gets its wings or whatever the fuck the saying is

pt.2 of my very fuckable mouth

dick from a man who worships the ground i walk on

switches who are also soft doms make for the most PATHETIC subs

doms who love their subs like its breathing !!

casual public displays of submission are so !!!!. can’t stop thinking about a pretty little sub being asked a question, their eyes searching for mine, gently cowering into me like a timid puppy, fully aware of who they belong to and waiting for me to answer for them

no to be like totally soft or anything but lately, i’ve been really really reallly drawn to the softer, nonsexual parts of d/s dynamics😵‍💫😵‍💫. i picture someone lying beside me, their head on my chest while i run my fingers through their hair, helping them unwind. there’s something about that absolutely kills me !!! like i love imagining those quiet moments, tracing gentle patterns on their back or whispering little reassurances, watching them let go and relax into me. i know i would find myself studying every one of their breaths, feeling the rise and fall of their chest and being so pathetically enamored with every single thing that they do. ahhhhhh.

like i know that in those moments, i couldn’t help but be completely taken in by them. every little detail. from the warmth of their skin to the way they respond to my hands on them. it’s all eating away at me!!! i need a gun

im genuinely not built for subtlety. i’ll have your body and your mind wrapped around my finger before you even realize it. i will show you off to the world and love you so fucking loudly. i will shamelessly show everyone just how pathetic i can get for you !!!!!!

“my child turned out just fine”

sir, your child calls me mommy, asks permission before they can cum AND speak, and begs to be called a good little pet in front of all their friends…

grab my waist and fuck me in front of a mirror

just the thought of whispering the filthiest things to him in spanish, knowing he has no idea what i’m saying, yet my words still leave him utterly pathetic

what if i just sunk my teeth into some thighs?? huh?? what if???!! whos gonna stop me from biting them hmm?

i come bearing gifts (my tits) before bed

goodnight lovelies xx

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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the taste of betrayal (nolan sorrento x reader)

oneshot - two parts

pairing. nolan sorrento x reader (ready player one movie) – fem!reader

summary. this oneshot in 2 parts takes place during one of the scenes of the film. during the false "hostage-taking" of Nolan Sorrento, the reader finds herself alone with him while her compatriots try to recover the codes allowing to locate Art3mis at the loyalty center. the reader is part of the group of our happy heroes. this oneshot does not follow the scenaristic framework of the film.

rating. mature.

nb. (Y/N) = Your Name

Thank you for reading !

WARNING: lemon, smut, masturbation, soft domination.

PART ONE

"Hey... tell me... how much is he paying you?" he whispers, leaning in a bit close to you as he settles into his leather seat. He looks pretty comfortable, you think.

Nolan Sorrento is a man of power. Like all men of power, he knows only two ways to get out of a perilous situation: blackmail or corruption. Offering money is what comes to mind almost instantly, as if a big paycheck would be enough to erase years of suffering and misery. In Nolan Sorrento's world, this is unfortunately the case.

"I have plenty of money, I can even give you a golden bridge!"

"Shut up!" retorted Daito, the ninja from your clan on the Oasis.

He takes on a bored look, while the IOI CEO lets out a heavy sigh of despair.

"Oh really?" as you whisper in a low voice, you don't believe for a second that those two can hear you.

"But, come on... Aphrodite!" replies Daito with an outraged face.

Aphrodite is the name of your avatar in the OASIS. A Greek goddess, nothing more, nothing less. She is what you secretly aspire to be; a woman honored by men, fulfilled and envied, a powerful, free and sultry woman. In real life, you are just out of school. You've spent so many years on your damn thesis that you've never had any real social contact. You've sacrificed everything to be on top. The life of this goddess of love is mostly part of your fantasies. You are a special beauty, your classmates have always liked you. You were even ranked in the top 5 of the most beautiful girls in your class during your university studies. You just never had time to enjoy the joys of dating, drinking and sleeping around. You've always had only one passion in life: your studies. You've been called a little stuck-up, yes, that's what you are. A little geek completely out of touch with the reality of relationships.

"I was joking," you hastily correct yourself, wishing those words had never left your mouth. Even if you mean it sincerely, it's not a very smart thing to say in front of your friend Daito. Deep in your heart, you are burning with the desire for glory and wealth with the proposals of the powerful Sorrento. You can't hold back an embarrassed laugh that is well appreciated by Daito. Poor boy. He is still a naive teenager. Unfortunately for you, Nolan Sorrento is not. He pays close attention to your words. A small chuckle at the corner of his lips reveals a lot about what he really thinks of you.

"My goodness! I believed it for a split second!"

"Daito!"

A voice can be heard from the other room, Asche's. He sighs in despair.

"They need me... Can you take care of it... ?"

"No problem."

You make a slight gesture with your hand to let him know that you are still in charge of keeping an eye on the despicable Sorrento. Despicable, despicable bastard... But not less terribly sexy. You share a conniving smile with your friend. When your faithful companion, Daito, leaves to find the other members of the group, you find yourself alone confronting Sorrento. Nolan Sorrento. The all-powerful CEO of the IOI. Holy crap. What is he going to tell you to destroy what's remaining of your scruples? It's a secret you've been keeping inside for five long years, ever since the day the infamous Hallyday Easter egg race began on the Oasis. A dirty little secret that could compromise your integrity with those who share your adventure on the augmented reality game. You are madly and irresistibly attracted to this evil jerk. They are incapable of understanding because they are only teenagers. You are much older than them. You are twenty-six years old. You are a woman now. A beautiful woman, full of fire and unfulfilled fantasies. Somewhere you are saving your soul for the one and only, Prince Charming on his white steed. You even imagine that a strong man like Sorrento is the other part of your happiness in this world. You are dying for him to be your soul mate. But how to reach a man like him, and above all, how not to disappoint your extremely high expectations? You thrill like a child with her first Christmas present, but do you realize for a moment that things might not be as you wish? What if Nolan Sorrento doesn't fulfill your expectations? You are in love with a fantasy. You only know him from what you've read in the papers or seen on TV. You don't know his personal situation, his inner demons, his emotional capacities, his tastes, his passions, his night terrors, his ambitions or his angers. Are they compatible with yours? That's why you tried to work for him after you got your PhD in game science. You specialized in character design. Your friends don't know that, and thank God. You think they can't understand this obsession with the big bad IOI businessman. No one knows that he's the reason you studied video games at Harvard University in Massachusetts.  You've tried to get into his company three times, but you've never been much of a talker and interviews terrify you to the point of asking your recruiters to stand up. Out of a lack of courage, you chose not to pursue it. You were afraid of literally falling apart in front of him. Your scores on all three pre-interview exams were excellent. This is not surprising for a mind like yours, a graduate of one of the best universities in the country. In fact, you need only one thing to touch your dream with your fingertips: courage.

Nolan Sorrento's soft voice brings you back to reality. He speaks to you, full of the magnetism that has brought him to his current position at the IOI. You look at him in silence, not wanting to disturb the intensity of this moment between the two of you. You study every line, every wrinkle and every salt-and-pepper lock with the greatest attention. He is even more attractive in real life than in front of a TV screen. Your eyes then deviate to the suit that surrounds his torso, which you assume is particularly muscular. There is something magical about this outfit, as incongruous as it is. You think he looks like he's in one of those old science fiction movies, some kind of humanoid in armor. You assume that his sensations are enhanced to the point of no return.

Nolan spontaneously turns to you and can't hold back a slight amused laugh as you stare at him. His lips curl up into a mischievous smile as he finally realizes there is a flaw in the system. This team is far too tightly bound, everyone's aspirations are far too divergent. He remains silent and settles a few more inches into his chair, legs crossed. He understands that you are on the fringe of the group, you proved it to him by appearing interested in his suggestions. He feels that there is a way, even a small one, to get out of this situation. You are his way out.

"Are you listening to me, (Y/N)?"

"I... What did you say?"

"I was telling you that we were finally getting together as right-minded people," so Sorrento repeated, spreading his hands to come and fill the gaps between his fingers.

You try to keep a straight face, but you can read his game perfectly well. He is trying to manipulate you into betraying your friends. They are your friends, don't forget that. He... He is desperately alone.

"Listen to me carefully... I can give you anything your heart desires: stocks in the company, designer dresses or just cash, sweetheart, it's up to you."

"I'm not your sweetheart," you reply sharply.

You bite your lower lip so hard to stop yourself from going back on your words. This is what you've wanted for so many years, but you are aware that he doesn't mean it. It's just another way to infantilize you into thinking you've reached some level of intimacy. You're boiling over inside at the thought of such familiarity, but this is not the time to fall into that kind of fantasy. He's just playing with your nerves, because he's realized that you're particularly sensitive to his charms. Nothing more. Don't be fooled, you are much smarter than that to fall into his trap. "Ok... (Y/N)... I get it, you don't trust me and that's understandable. After all, I tried to trick you. Well... Do you really think your friends will stay loyal to you if I make them the same kind of offer? They are not like you, you seem to be more educated than all of them together. (Y/N). You have all the chances in life, but them... I'm sure one of them will end up thinking of their own interests. They all do it, we all do it, it's human nature. So I'm telling you this because I like you. Think of yourself for once. I can give you absolutely anything you want." "Anything that... I want? ", you whisper in a breath, both taken aback and inevitably drawn in by the CEO's warm words. Nolan Sorrento's words ring pleasantly in your ears. His "I like you" finally gives you a reason to hope for something. You feel yourself weakening slowly in the grip of a deep dilemma with your unacknowledged desires. You want to believe in the sincerity of his words, something that can hang up your fantasy to reality.

"Everything, (Y/N), absolutely everything."

A shiver of pleasure runs down your spine at the soft sound of his voice. More, you want more. The words that escape his mouth flow like honey on his tongue. You want to hear him whisper promises against your ear. You feel your skin about to burst into flames like a forest fire. Promises, beautiful words. He is capable of turning your whole world upside down, with a simple snap of his finger, nothing resists such a powerful man. You are well aware of this weakness, even if you try to fight desperately against this volcano which burns in your belly. A repressed part of your soul desires him even for this reason. "You're lying." "Never in a million years!" he exclaims, backing up even further in his chair. Sorrento seems turned around by this unwarranted accusation. It's as if you've given him the slap of his life. As if the very idea that his word could be questioned was deeply offensive. "Order and I execute," he says, accentuating the smooth tone of his voice.

"As if you have any idea what I might want?"

"Sold! Let me guess. If I win, you give me that gun nicely and everything will be fine. No lawsuits. (Y/N). I promise you that. I'll even give you a nice big paycheck."

Sorrento interprets this silence as a hesitation from which he can gain some advantage. He then leans towards you, taking his spine off the back of his leather chair. "You are a beautiful girl, well...a beautiful woman. You're older than your friends, what's the idea of having such dubious company? You could have a lot better, honey, I have a lot of young friends I can set you up with."

A flash of lightning passes through your eyes as Sorrento seems to be getting it more and more wrong. He just doesn't consider for a moment that you might prefer men of his age. This leaves you significantly offended, which is not lost on Nolan.

"Oh... I went too far. Sorry, let's forget it, we got off on the wrong foot. It is not a man you are looking for. You are beyond such considerations... You prefer women, perhaps?"

"You'll never find," you despair. "And if I win?"

"If you want me to stop chasing you, I will."  

"And if I don't want to...?"

A curious request that leaves our CEO particularly confused. It's like exposing a part of your body. This no longer goes unnoticed in the mind of Nolan Sorrento. He seems to read you like an open book, you see him scrupulously analyzing your gestures as well as your mumblings, specifically the slight trembling of your lower lip. A flash of light crosses his face for a moment. As he tenses up against the leather of his massive chair, his lips widen in a disturbing way, causing a mocking sneer to appear at the corner of them. Sorrento gets up from his chair and slowly walks towards you. His step is heavy but determined, and his eyes are focused on you, stripping you of a single glance. "Stay where you are, Sorrento!" your cry is lost in the back of your knotted throat. You nearly choke on your saliva as he breaks through what you consider your security barrier. He enters your territory with no regard for your tortured state of mind. Your poor body trembles, you would like to run away from everything he represents. And yet, you feel helpless to get out of this twist of fate. "Or I..." "Or... ?" he continues, dragging out his words, bringing a dramatic twist to his sentence. "You kill me?" he cuts in with a laugh. An amused, almost mocking laugh full of dirty thoughts. God, you hate that laugh, you find it contemptuously arrogant. This time you guess that he is in a particularly playful mood. He tilts his head slightly to the side, a charming smile on his face that reflects nothing but patronization. "I doubt it..." You swallow painfully as you realize your mistake. He's got it all figured out. What to do... He is coming... He is close by... What should I do? Your legs shake to the point of being unable to move backwards, you feel as if you are in shock. You feel almost cathartic. No one has ever spoken to you like this, something seems to make your body move against all odds. This voice, this breath, this smell.... It is both frightening and seductive. You mentally slap yourself for having that thought in such a place, as he breaks the last few inches between your bodies to reinforce his dominance. You feel surrounded like a prey facing a hungry predator. You bite your lip almost too violently, the blood starts to flow against this red and swollen flesh. Sorrento takes the time to put his index finger on the curve of your lip. He delicately collects a fine drop of your blood, which he then brings to his mouth to taste you. There, it is the drama. Your tremors blind what's left of your sanity at the mere sight of the sensual movement of his finger between his lips, as he licks the last drop of red liquid from the tip of his tongue. A flush of heat invades your being, your lower abdomen contracts painfully, and you even come to secretly wish that he could reserve this pleasure for the most sensitive parts of your female anatomy. As he moves a little further in, your bodies brush against each other through the fabric of your clothes. He manages effortlessly to pin you against the nearest wall, holding your body against his with one hand. With his other hand, Nolan moves his fingers to the outside of your face. A light caress of his fingers on your cheekbones makes you blush. You can't hide your lack of experience in things of a physical nature. He just smiles at you, one of those smiles with that little wrinkle at the corner of your lips that takes you to fantasy land. You let his thumb scrupulously brush one of your cheeks, a sigh escaping almost instantly from your painted lips, under his touch. It is rewarded by a new caress, this time much slower, which ends in the hollow of your neck. You burn... You burn at the thought of his hand descending in slow agony to your chest, and even lower, to the center of your pleasure. He doesn't do it, but you can imagine him doing it with his eyes closed. You feel like you can even stroke your fantasy with your fingertips, it's right in front of you. "I think I guessed it..." he says, taking on a warm, drawling tone with a hint of desperation. You feel as if you can hear a plaintive whimper against your ear. "Give me that gun... And it will be all yours." "No..." you beg him not to pursue this, as you feel this one may go off the rails. You feel overwhelmed by powerful and conflicting emotions. "You lie..." You begin to dryly push her body away, which falls back into the back of his chair. Don't give in to his siren songs, think of everyone who is counting on you. "I promise you I won't, honey, look at me. I never make business promises for nothing." He seems to take offense at your lack of confidence. Sorrento grabs your chin between his long, thick fingers to bring your face even closer to his. "Then why the look?" "I'm just... surprised." "The idea is... so laughable?" "No, no, not at all!" he waves his hands vigorously. "On the contrary, I feel extremely flattered." He pulls you closer to him and says, "I'll let you into a little secret.... You've always been my favorite of all these idiots.... (Y/N)... I secretly hoped that you would somehow decide to work for me." He whispers these words with infinite tenderness in the hollow of your ear, his lips brushing your lobe. You feel his warm breath spreading and radiating to the back of your neck. Shivers run down your spine as his grip on the gun begins to weaken more and more. Sorrento feels it, as he closes his fist on the hand that holds the weapon. She is so pure, so beautiful and so vulnerable, he thinks. She is mine. He witnesses the ecstatic tremors of your body burning with desire for his authority. You openly expose your weaknesses by revealing the afflictions of your poor heart. Nolan Sorrento has been part of your wildest dreams for far too many years. "Say something and everything will be yours, (Y/N). Everything. Everything your heart has desired for so many years..." What a fool. He knew your feelings all along and still played with you. A slight sense of shame taints the beauty of the moment. You close your eyes tightly, wanting to resist the temptation to give him the gun. Everything is an illusion in the Oasis. You even regret that this is only a rescue operation. You yearn to feel the weight of Nolan's body against yours. His real body. In real life. There's nothing better than real life. "I'll be yours." And there you go, your mind racing at the very moment those four little words and ten letters come out of his mouth. Four words and ten letters that have kept you fantasizing for so many nights. These words crush all your scruples like a boot crushes a parasite. And like a robot, you lean towards his ear to confess the inevitable. You tell him everything you had planned to do against him. You throw it all away because a part of you seeks his approval. A part of you wants him more than anything in the world. Nothing can stop the flow of your words. You collapse, moaning in a breath as you feel his hand move against your buttocks and he forces you to sit on his lap. He tries to pull more of you, drawing you against his feverish body. His powerful hands encircle your hips, which are then positioned against his. With a simple movement, your pelvis rubs against his, he seeks this closeness, he is consumed by a burning inferno at the idea of being filled. Your body no longer belongs to you. It desires madly to be his. It proves it to you every second by acting against your will. You feel so overwhelmed that you lose all sense of time. Your hips move against his, in a slow agony, insatiable and possessive. You feel that the center of your desire is now a burning desert land. Your confessions have a surprising effect on him. You are both carried away by the taste of betrayal, it has the effect of a powerful aphrodisiac. "Tell me more... " his voice whispered against your ear is heavy, the breath on your skin is erratic and burning. Then he strokes your chin with his fingertips. "Prove to me your loyalty, (Y/N). " he pleads with you, sensually emphasizing each of his syllables. You slowly close your eyes as you feel chills run down the line of your back. You feel your cheeks flush, far from familiar with this form of closeness. Nolan Sorrento is the first to see the heat radiating from your cheeks, which seems to excite him even more. You wear a small tweed dress, mid-thigh, and underlined by a jacket in real black leather. He takes advantage of his hold on you to run his fingers over the curve of your buttocks under the layers of fabric. From there, his hands brush your skin with envy, while deepening their exploration lower and lower. This waiting is nothing but hell for you, these waves of heat melt your body. Your breath gets lost amidst the encouragement you materialize with squeaks, you still refuse to moan like a poor little thing. "Show me you're a good girl." His fingers first brush the cotton of your underwear, his caresses gentle and unintrusive. You feel that your sighs are as important as his, he wants you to like it above all. He needs your approval, it's the only thing that seems to be holding back the unleashing of his passions. A kind of vulnerability emerges from him, you finally realize what really lies beneath the surface of the ruthless businessman. Your moans are more than enough to bring a smile of satisfaction to his face. He doesn't hold back a slight chuckle, as he deepens his caresses towards what is already soaked with your desire. The suit you're wearing is magical, allowing you to feel his fingers on your privates as if they were really there. Drunk with his caresses, you respond to each one with a thrust of your pelvis, hoping to feel them deeper inside you. You think that it is not enough, the limits of the OASIS are such that they do not allow an enjoyment to the height of the vertigo which feeds your fantasies. But this, Sorrento does not know yet. Nolan starts to press with his fingertips the entrance of your intimacy before attacking the nerve center of your pleasure. He refuses to give in to the urgent need you have to feel his fingers on your skin, he prefers to stimulate your parts through the cotton that covers your intimacy. He wants to play with your nerves even more, without going directly inside, but creating enough sensations to reveal the wild personality inside you. You are dying for him to rip off that thin piece of cloth... You feel your eyes moisten at the same rate as your underwear, so much so that the palm of his hand is soon covered with your shameful moisture. You beg him with your beautiful eyes to tear off the cotton fabric which encloses your intimacy, but he does not give you satisfaction. Nolan plunges his two icy orbs into yours and contemplates the expression on your face, a mixture of euphoria and frustration. You complain that he seems to take great pleasure in giving you half of everything. His eyes darken as he watches you squirm, his fingers keep working inside you, so that after a few minutes your panties are completely soaked. Far from being horrified, this excites him greatly, then an incredible thrust against your body makes you gasp. You imagine him well ridden, and especially in you, going and coming more and more violently. Nolan tears off this underwear of a sharp shot, by taking care not to leave any remains of fabric between him and you. He then brings his hand to his nose and gently inhales your scent, making you even wetter, as you hear him sigh with desire. "Is that what you want then, (Y/N), flesh against flesh...? " he whispers as he quickly works his way down to your bundle of nerves, circling it between his thumb and forefinger with short, measured squeezes. You immediately go into a fit of muffled, discontinuous moans. Your hips agitate frantically against his hand while desiring much more of him. As if he had pressed a magic button, you're off to heaven. "Yes... of course you do..." he says as he nibbles on your earlobe, not stopping what he's doing to you underneath. The end of his sentence ends with a laugh, unfortunately muffled by the sound of your moans. You are intoxicated by his voice, his smell, his warm tongue in your ear and his fingers on your pleasure-soaked intimacy. He then puts firm pressure on that small spot of flesh, now hard and bloody. We can see in the depths of your eyes that your feelings are contradictory. It is necessary to say that all capacity of reasoning is lost in the whirlwind of these dizzy sensations. With your mouth half open, you feel ecstatic. You feel a furious desire to beg him to capture your lips with his, then to penetrate you very slowly of each of his fingers. Your half-closed eyes almost beg him to finish what remains of your ethical conscience. He alternates the caresses on the flesh ready to explode and your intimacy thus offered. Nolan finally decides to leave your clitoris to put a finger in you, then a second one. These comings and goings of his fingers are hasty and impulsive, you then start to lose all reason while shouting his name. He puts his hand against your mouth to muffle your cries. You love the way he touches you, especially the little sucking sounds he makes every time he goes inside you. You're in love with the way he makes love to you with his fingers, you can't help but arch your body under the shaking he gives you. His fingers work between your wet walls, you feel this heat that envelops your interior and makes you understand that he is the only one in the world to make you beg. His movements are now precise and violent, you feel yourself being pounded by two of his fingers, while his thumb continues to move over your clit in infinite slowness. He is much more gentle and tender with your flesh button, well aware that the sensitivity is such that you can't take any abuse from him. You feel the wave of pleasure begin to surge from your hairline to your toes. You feel it distinctly hit you like a first and true orgasm. Your muscles tense painfully and the contractions in your lower abdomen are now rushing, launching you into the best orgasm of your life. You can be surprised by your friends at any time. This only amplifies your pleasure to the point of explosion with one last press of Nolan's thumb on your flesh button and two of his fingers violently hitting your G-spot. He senses you're about to release, so he grabs your chin to force you to look into his eyes as the orgasm runs through your body. Your eyes never leave each other, you feel yourself absorbed in the ocean blue of his pupils dilated with excitement, while yours widen under the waves that ride your body. Nolan Sorrento has eclipsed all your previous orgasms in a snap, as if they never counted. You stagger and sweat on top of him, wondering what it's going to be like outside the OASIS. You want his mouth, but he isn't ready to give it to you yet. You want a kiss from him, his tongue against yours, but he refuses to kiss you. You don't deserve it yet in his eyes. You have to prove yourself. You cling to his lips, desperately, waiting for his commands, ready to satisfy any of his needs. "Keep them from destroying everything I've put so much effort into building." Anger and bitterness mingle in the tone of her husky voice. Nolan Sorrento can't stand failure anymore. Unfortunately for you, that's not enough in his eyes. He wants more loyalty from you, not just secrets, but real action. You know what you have to do, there is no other way to achieve your dream.

"This is an illusion. We're not really here." And now you begin to confess to him the irredeemable. You tell her about Wade and the others' plan. You are falling for his beautiful ocean blue eyes, his sly smile, his warm voice, his musky, vanilla smell, his irresistible accent. Nolan Sorrento is your cryptonite. "We're still in the Oasis."

Sorrento is as studded by your bravery as he is by your loyalty. Your words are full of impact and fragility.

"You are in my flux..."

You answer with a timid nod. He immediately feels a wave of anger come over him, coupled with an urge to smash everything and slaughter those damn kids. They dared to hack his connection to the OASIS. How could he let himself be trapped so easily? Sorrento remains silent for a few minutes before emerging again. Calm, Olympian, dignified. "Thank you."

"I...Mr. Sorrento."

"No." He starts to cut you off with a wave of his hand. He sweeps his gaze around the room, his eyes empty of emotion. "Shut up. Not now. Not here."

"I'm sorry." "We can't go on, (Y/N)." You feel like your heart is breaking into a million pieces. Nolan's words sound like they are tearing you apart. You sense the tears welling up in the corners of your eyes. It's strange to react like this, to feel like you've been left behind when you haven't accomplished anything yet. "I hate this fucking place," he finally says. You can feel the disgust for all of Hallyday and Morrow's work in the depths of his voice. "There's nothing better than reality for a first time."