#nathan sharp fic

Summary: You sit in while Nate is streaming.

Rating: Language

AN: Just a short little blurb :)

“Are you fucking kidding me!? That is bullshit!” Nate’s voice carried through the house. You stirred his drink and slowly lifted it up off the counter as you headed towards the stream room.

“No no no no no!” A small smile crept across your face, rounding the corner and entering the room. You set his glass down on his desk and returned to your spot in the bean bag chair in the corner of the room but not before peeking over his shoulder to see what had happened. He had lost one of his favorite Pokémon in battle, now he was red faced and slamming his fist down on the desk. You put your hand on his shoulder and shook your head.

“Thanks sweetie!” He chimed before focusing back on the game. The stream had been going on for almost four hours now and you were both getting tired. You didn’t even know why he wanted another drink. Usually he stopped after three. Picking your book back up, you snuggled back into your spot and got back to reading. You barely got into your book because you had been listening to him all night. You didn’t even know why you had chosen to read instead of playing a game or something.

“No!” Nate yelled again. You couldn’t help but laugh, earning a glare from your boyfriend. You took a sip from your drink and tried to focus on your book.

“Guys. This just isn’t my night. I don’t think I’m going to be playing much longer.” Nate sounded defeated. You set your book down and grabbed your phone, snapping a photo of Nate in his chair. You put it up on Instagram saying; “someone is having a rough night.” You giggled to yourself before picking your book back up. Another half hour past and Nate bid his viewers goodnight before shutting down the stream. He spun around in his chair to face you and let out an audible sigh.

“That was rough.” He laughed lightly. You smiled, getting up from your spot on the floor. You walked over to him and sat down in his lap.

“It was quite entertaining though.” You pressed a kiss to his forehead, smiling against his skin. Nate laughed again.

“I bet it was. For you.” He wrapped his arms around your frame and pulled you close.

“Now that we have time alone.” He wagged his eyebrows.

Summary: You woke up somewhere unknown. Now you’re trying to remember what happened last night.

Rating: Sexual Elements

AN: Ending is kinda shit sorry

You woke up with a jolt, looking around at the foreign room. Big windows, wooden flooring, big comfy bed that you were currently laying in. Naked that you may add. You rubbed your head and let out a soft groan. You couldn’t really remember what had happened last night but it left you with a nasty headache. You pulled the comforter over your body as you sat up against the headboard, looking around the room for your clothing. It had been scattered around the room, including your bra that had landed on a lamp next to the bed. You started to hear footsteps and your heart sped up. You wanted to shrink back into the bed and pretend you were sleeping but it was too late.

“Oh. You’re awake.” You blinked a few times, shocked at the figure in the doorway.

“Nate?” You questioned. He nodded slowly and then gave you a knowing look.

“You, don’t remember last night do you?” You shook your head slowly, giving him a small frown. Your head was pounding, you weren’t about to try and remember last nights events.

“It’s okay. We were both really drunk. We shouldn’t have done anything in the first place.” He started to chew on the inside of his lip.

“Do you have any Tylenol?” You asked, rubbing your head again.

“Oh!” He turned to the adjoining bathroom before coming back with a bottle of pain killers and a glass of water. He sat down in the edge of the bed and handed you the water first and then the tablets. You took them quickly, tilting your head back.

“Thank you.” You smiled. He nodded, giving you a bright smile back.

“Do you want breakfast? It might help with your headache.” You nodded. You weren’t about to skip on free food.

“I laid out some clothes for you if you want to change into something more comfortable instead of your dress.” He pointed to the end of the bed before getting up and heading out of the room. You nodded, watching him as he left. Bits and pieces started to come back as you slipped out of the bed, seeing your dress on the floor. He had been so gentle last night, minus the clothing tossed across the room. You grabbed the sweatpants and t-shirt and slipped into them before heading out into the kitchen.

“You really have a nice place here.” Your voice broke the sizzling of the bacon in the room. Nate looked up and smiled.

“Thank you. I actually moved in not too long ago.” You took a seat at the breakfast bar and watched him cook. He really did look cute in those glasses with his messy bed head. You mentally shook yourself and focused on the food.

“Do you remember last night?” You broke the silence again. Nate looked up from what he was doing again and sighed lightly.

“Yeah.” He turned around and grabbed a few eggs before cracking them into the skillet.

“Are you mad at me for not remembering?” Nate’s eyes went wide.

“No! Of course not! Don’t even think that!”

“I’m remembering bits and pieces.” A blush formed on your face. Nate grabbed a couple of plates and shifted the bacon and eggs onto them. He set one in front of you and took his as he leaned against the count top. You grabbed a piece of bacon and crunched into it.

“You don’t have to force yourself to remember Y/N.” He took a bite of his egg before smiling lightly.

“I want to remember.” The blush stayed on your face. Nate couldn’t help but blush as well.

“How’s your head.” He shifted subjects.

“Better, thank you.” He nodded, setting his plate aside. You pushed your empty plate aside and watched him as he watched you.

“Last night was fun.” He smiled. From what you could remember, it had been. You had never been with someone who treated you like Nate had. He moved around the counter and walked over to you. You turned towards him and let him move between your legs so you were only inches apart. He put a hand on the counter and leaned down.

“Nate.” You whispered.

“I just want to try something.” His lips pressed against yours. You didn’t pull away. The touch was warm and welcoming. And then it hit you. Everything came back as a flood. Nate stripping you down, him laying you down oh so carefully, his touches, the way he moaned your name. Everything came back as he kissed your lips. He pulled away and you audibly sighed. He gave you a light smirk as he put his hand on your thigh.