#a video specifically displaying the star tattoo - this is my own personal 'is this fucking play about us' moment

[kindahoping4forever]

Ash via IG

[godlygreta]

behind the lens | all

title | behind the lens

summary | a delicious job opportunity presents itself, how can you say no?

warnings | MAJOR !! NSFW 18+ CONTENT

there are: protected and unprotected sex, voyeurism, being filmed, oral sex (m. & f. receiving), lots of teasing, overstimulation, pet names, dom/sub dynamic, exhibitionism, smoking, drinking alcohol, cream pie, tattoo jake (yes, that’s a warning), orgasm denial, use of a vibrator, spanking, being tied up

word count | 15k+

author’s note | this is so fucking whore knee and fucking LONG i’m sorry for this novel of a fic lmfao i’m glad i wrote it lmfao. anyways... i hope y’all enjoy this !! this is for all my slutty lil bebes :)

thank you to the sweetest, kindest, amazing-est, and horniest editor on planet earth, @screechesincoherently -- you are my moon & all of my stars  ｡.｡:∞♡*♥

You never wanted to get into porn necessarily.

It was more of a convenience thing than anything. You had student debt you had to pay off, ridding yourself of the letters they would send reminding you of their existence. You always added it onto the pile of things you had to pay. You kept up with payments, although it was never that much at a time. If you had extra money left over after paying for rent, extra utilities, and groceries, it essentially was split between gas money and your student debt.

You knew some pornstars made a decent amount of money. You had even done a little research into how much they make, although you had run into a few instances of people not getting paid the way they should. And so, besides the general research you did into the wages, you also looked into various websites, who needed new actresses, as they called them. 

The website you had landed on was vastly different from the ones you had seen. It was discreet, taking you to a separate website depending on the ‘actress’ you picked; it was almost like their own personal websites, leading to an entire filmography of one specific person.

The directors even had their own little filmography pages. There were only a few directors, only one of them being a man. His name wasn’t displayed for obvious reasons, but his initials were: JMK, and you clicked on the little ‘About Me’ section underneath his photo, bringing you to an entire list of his works. It took you a second to realize that not only did he direct some of them, but he was also starring in some of them.

You clicked on one video in particular, where the screengrab looked like he was subbing. And he was.Your eyes only widened at how beautiful he was, pinned underneath a beautiful woman. Hands handcuffed to the metal bars of the headboard, head against the wall while her mouth was wrapped around his cock. Her hand went at a relentless speed, slowing down every time JMK mentioned he was going to cum.

You scrolled through a few of his other videos, briefly watching the ones he had directed. They were beautiful - more like actual movies than porn. The editing was out of this world and the color scheme was always fitting. All the videos you had thought of when you thought of porn was what PornHub had.

It was easy enough to apply, sending in your contact information and your availability. You got an email within the day asking when you could possibly meet up for an interview. You agreed that next week Tuesday was alright for the both of you. He texted your number after asking if that way of communication was alright for you, which it was. Just a brief message telling you what cafe to meet him at and what time.

And then Tuesday came.

The week went by fast and with each day passing by, you got increasingly more nervous. You had no idea why. It wasn’t like this was your only source of income, you had a few other jobs that brought in a decent amount of money. You could live off of it, but you could always use a little more.

You picked at your fingertips and bit at the inside of your lips – a nervous habit you hadn’t been able to kick since it developed in high school. You sat at a table in the corner, a little nook, tucked away from the rest of the cafe population. Your iced chai sat between your hands as you did some light reading on your laptop, just a year away from getting your degree. Your hands, though, abandoned your coffee as you began to type into a Word document your response to the prompt your professor had given you, hoping to God that you met the word requirement.

It wasn’t until he had sat down next to you and whispered a ‘hello’ that you stopped typing. You looked up from your laptop, seeing the man from the video in front of you. You shut your laptop and pushed it to the side and immediately apologized. “I’m sorry, I was just doing some work. Hi, it’s nice to meet you, I’m Y/N.”

“I’m Josh. It’s nice to meet you too. So, you want to join our agency, if you will?” You nodded. “Do you have any previous experience in the business?”

“No, I-I don’t. I’m a fast learner though.” He hummed, looking you up and down as if he was determining your worth as an employee.

“You’re very beautiful, if you don’t mind me saying.”

“Thank you,” you blushed, taking a sip from your cup.

“I think you’d be great for our company, if you’d like to be a part of it and would be comfortable being on camera like that. But I would like for you to stop by the studio and get a feel for the place before you fully commit to working for us.”

“I’ve got time today if you do.”

The studio was clean. That was the first thing you noticed. It was a house him and other members of their company rented out within a more calm side of the city. It was ironic - considering all of the things they filmed there. It was bigger than you expected it to be, every room was designed to fit a theme, colors ranged from plain white to a blood red color. There was someone who was going to be shooting in the Blue Room, as they called it; all their rooms were named by their color.

The more you learned about their set up, the more Josh talked to you about the various coworkers you would have, him included. “We establish consent very early on, before any of the scenes you film. You meet about a week ahead of filming, go over what the video is gonna be on and then everything you’re comfortable with, especially if you’re filming with someone else. If you only want to do straight porn, you definitely can, but if you’re open to lesbian porn as well we can do that. We only want to do what you’re comfortable with.”

You looked around the Blue Room and watched as someone walked in. He had longer, brown hair. He looked very similar to Josh. Josh spoke as if he was reading your mind, “That’s Jake, he’s my twin. We built this company together, actually.”

“Do you direct the porn he’s in?” You asked.

“No, not usually. I’ve done it a few times but only because nobody else is available. I’d rather not see any of my brothers naked, you know?”

“Brothers?”

“Yeah, our little brother Sammy works with us too. He came along when he turned eighteen. He’s twenty two now.” You nodded, thinking to yourself that four years is a long time. You licked your lips and continued on with the tour, going into one of the two bathrooms the house had, seeing someone brushing through their wet curls. “That’s Danny. He’s not a brother, but he basically is one to us now. He’s been with us for two years - he wasn’t ready when Sammy was.”

“Hi, Danny.” You waved to him, the familiar feeling of heat washing over your cheeks, painting them a light pink. He smiled back at you, eyes raking up and down your figure. “Would I be working with him?”

“Yes, but you’d be working with all of us at some point. But if you have preferences after a while, we can work with those. When you first start, I’d like you to work with everyone at least once before you decide on a regular, if that’s alright.”

“That sounds reasonable.” You nodded, arms crossing over your chest as you leaned against the doorframe to one of the smaller rooms, turned into what you figured was Josh’s office.

“We’re gonna give you a few days to think, give you time to actually mull it over. If you’d like to work with us, shoot me a text when you finish reading this contract and filling it out - everything is marked where you should sign or initial; yellow is initials, and the pink highlighted sections are where your signature is needed.” He spoke, handing you over a stack of papers. “Are you okay with that?”

“Absolutely.”

“I’ll have Jake take you back – just let him know where you’d like to go.” He called for his brother, his footsteps bounding through the halls after a few seconds. He was dressed, button up shirt only half buttoned with a pair of jeans and some loafers. He offered you a smirk as Josh spoke to him about what he was to do. “Make sure she gets back safely, okay?”

“Of course.” He winked at you before motioning with his head for you to follow him. The vehicle he led you to was a beat up, old, dark green pickup truck. He opened the passenger door for you, making sure you were completely inside before shutting the door. He hopped into the driver’s seat, putting his key in the ignition before making the car roar to life. “Where to, my lady?”

“The cafe on Ninth Street please. I only live a few blocks from the place, I can walk the rest of the way. It’s a little hidden.”

“Sure thing.”

“Maybe you’d want to grab a coffee with me before you have to head back? Keep me company while I finish up a paper?” You asked, hoping that he would say yes. He licked his lips, eyes flickering between you and the road ahead of him.

“I’d love to.” He spoke, eyes looking into yours while his truck stopped at a red light. His stare was intimidating – alluring nonetheless. If you weren’t going to sign the contract before, you were sure as hell going to sign it now. As long as you could stare into Jake’s eyes like that more often, you’d do anything to be able to work with him.

The cafe had calmed down and the little nook you had sat in earlier with Josh was still open. You slid into the little booth, putting your stuff down on the table. As soon as your stuff was set up the way you wanted it, you rejoined Jake in line. To pass the time between the people ahead of you two’s orders and your own, you decided to ask some questions. “Do you like your work?”

“You mean do I like being a pornstar?”

“I wanted to be more respectful.”

“You don’t have to be,” he whispered, lips brushing against the cartilage of your ear. “And yes, I do. I like my work. Good pay, I don’t have to work with anyone I don’t like. It’s nice. Nicer than any office job.”

“What type of porn do you film?”

“Straight porn mostly. Sometimes I’ll do smaller solo projects for the website. The ladies love me.” He winked, nudging you with his elbow. You chuckled slightly, hoping that nobody was listening in to your conversation. “What’re you thinking about filming? If you join us, of course.”

“Probably straight porn too. Get comfortable with it and then open my options.”

“That’s a good idea, safe, too.” The cashier called for the two of you to come up to the register next. You ordered another iced chai, even though you were pretty sure you probably didn’t need a second coffee. It didn’t shock you when Jake ordered his coffee, black with no creamer or sugar in it. “You gonna come work with us, you think?”

“I’m leaning more towards yes. It’s a comfortable environment and it helps that my coworkers are hot.” You chided. You went to hand the cashier a twenty, but Jake was too quick, pulling out his card and handing it over towards her. You gave him a slight death glare before continuing on with your thought. 

“Josh said it took Danny awhile to come work with all of you.”

“Yeah. To put it briefly, and without exposing his business, he just wasn’t ready for this line of work. He needed to learn a bit more about himself and stuff.” The cashier called out both of your names, handing both of you your drinks.

“I’m glad he waited til he was ready. Nobody should be forced into doing anything they’re not ready for or comfortable with.” Jake nodded, smiling as he slid into the seat across from yours. “What’re you working on?”

“We have to respond to a reading we did two nights ago. I’m almost done with it. It’s gotta be seven hundred words and I’m at five-fifty right now.” You turned your laptop to face him, showing him the writing prompt and the response you had so far. “We’re learning about Medieval Lore, so right now, we’re learning about King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. There are some historians who don’t think King Arthur truly existed, but they can’t necessarily disprove or prove anything. The battle of whether or not he was real still continues today.”

“That’s interesting, I always thought the story of King Arthur was just a myth based on an actual figure within history.”

“I did, too.” You moved your eyebrows up once while taking a sip from your cup. He finished reading it while you waited impatiently for him to finish. You had become distracted by his mouth, the way he licked over his bottom lip as he read your response. His lips looked soft. You wondered how long it would be before you got to kiss them with your own.

“It’s a good response so far, I like that you bring it back around to the influence in modern day Earth. You highlight the importance of lore, too, which I think is cool.” He turned your laptop back towards you, allowing you to take back over and finish your homework.  “You know, if you do join our company, you’ll be able to come up with your own name – something to keep your real identity safe, if you wanted to.”

“I’d be Pandora.”

“You already know what name you’d want?” He asked, taking the last of his coffee into his mouth.

“I’ve done some thinking about it,” you giggled slightly, hidden behind the rim of your cup.

“Why Pandora?” He asked, mind trailing through all the dirty jokes that could revolve around the name - admittingly falling towards “Pandora’s Box” being a majority of them.

“It’s one of Saturn’s moons. I would’ve done one related to Venus, but Venus doesn’t have any moons.”

“I didn’t know you were into space like that.”

“You don’t know anything about me, Jake.”

“Not yet.”

When you had finally returned home, you had turned in your homework assignment and exchanged numbers with Jake. The two of you had been texting nonstop since you had gotten home. You wanted Jake to let you know that he had gotten back safely with no bruises or scrapes, and he did. You tried to stop the smile that started to grow on your face, but you couldn’t help it. The idea of working with Jake made you excited.

You had hoped that your application and everything would get approved relatively quickly after you mailed Josh your contract with all the highlighted sections initialed and signed. You had finished signing it and everything the night Jake brought you back, sending it out to the mail the next morning. Josh had even texted you once he received the manila folder in the mail, sending a photo of it with a text that read, “I’ll be reviewing this and hopefully will see you soon” adorned with a winky face at the end.

Your excitement couldn’t be contained, even in class you would religiously check your phone for another text from Josh, letting you know when you could start working.

Three days later, after Josh had received the manila envelope, he finally texted you, “Since it’ll be your first film ever as well as with us, you get to pick who you’d like to do it with. We’ve got a few options that will be done throughout the next couple months. Before you film though, I will need you to show up with physical proof that you have no sexually transmitted diseases. Standard procedure.”

After you shot him a quick text back letting him know that you’ll schedule one for the closest date, you immediately ran to call your doctor’s office, scheduling a test with them. It would take another week before they were able to squeeze you in, which didn’t help your enthusiasm to work with Josh.

The week-long wait was worth it, sending you home with a clean bill of health. They gave you a printed version of your results, immediately texting Josh that you’d be on the way relatively soon. You hadn’t heard back from him by the time you arrived at their house of operations, shoving your phone into your back pocket before getting out of your car.

Your heartbeat increased as you made your way to the door, hesitating as you held your knuckles over the door. Was this a good idea? Surely it was, given the fact that you had to get tested before working with them, ensuring you wouldn’t transmit anything to the people you were going to be working with. You mulled it over in your mind for a few moments, finally deciding that this was the right idea. And with as much confidence as you could muster, you knocked.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You sat in anticipation across the table from Danny. Josh had an idea, of which the two of you could figure out together. Essentially, he just wanted the two of you to play around with different plots, but gave you the guidelines of: Danny being the submissive, you being the dominant. It intimidated you slightly, not having been on top a whole bunch of times. “If you don’t have any ideas, I have a few we can work with.”

“Please.”

“We can play around with the boy and girl next door. If you’d like.” He offered as his caramel eyes looking into yours. “Naughty girl next door.”

“I like the sound of that.” You smirked, trying your hardest to hide within your face how much you truly liked the idea.

“I’m comfortable with a lot of things, but I don’t prefer doing anything anally, unless we’ve got a shit ton of time to prep for that.”

“You do not have to worry about that, I’m not a big fan of anal or anal play, so we’re solid. Are you alright with choking?”

“Yes, very much so. Are you?” You nodded in response to his question. “That’s good to know. I’m curious though. Why did you pick me to start with? Most people pick Jake or Josh.”

“You’re pretty. Is that a good enough reason?”

“It is.”

“So, obviously everyone goes by a different name. Is there anything you want me to call you instead of Danny?” You asked, eyes raking over his figure. You were entranced by his beauty, you almost didn’t hear his response.

“You can just call me D, or any pet names. I don’t mind.”

“Alright, do you think you two could film this later tonight?” Josh asked, interrupting your discussion with Danny. “I don’t know what your schedules look like.”

“I’m free, all of my classes are online.”

“I’m free too.”

“That’s great, I’ll have both of you sent to the basement to get some different clothes on. The ones you’re wearing are fine, but this way you have options if you want them.” Josh brought the two of you down to the basement. It was lined with clothes racks, all of the women’s sizes were on one side, men’s on the other while unisex sized clothing laid in the middle. It varied from extra small, to triple ‘x’ extra large. Your fingers scanned through all the different clothing items, landing on a pair of shorts that were going to be way too small (but would show off your ass nicely) and a baggier t-shirt. You noticed that Danny landed on a pair of athletic shorts that Nike made, grey in color.

“I think this will be good. You find your clothes?” You asked, throwing the clothes over your arm. He nodded, holding up his pair of shorts. “Only the shorts?”

“You want me to wear a shirt?”

“Nope. I’m good with you not wearing one.” You nodded, a smug look on your face. Josh brought the two of you back upstairs, heading into the Grey Room. The set up inside the room was neutral, a bed with a desk lining one of the empty walls. Inside the closet was clothes that were never worn. The room was filled with various stock-like photos of the boys, all from lots of nights out. The plants that filled the room were all fake, never once needing to be watered. The room itself was incredibly clean. “We’ll be filming this in this room?”

“Yeah, if you’re comfortable with that.” You nodded, sitting on the edge of the mattress. “We should get changed and stuff before we film.”

“We should. Are you changing in here, or in one of the bathrooms?”

“I was just gonna change right here. You can too, if you want.”

“Okay.” You slipped off your shoes before unbuttoning your jeans. You slid them down your legs, showing Danny your underwear that was filled with cherries. He chuckled slightly, pulling his shirt over his head. You pulled your shirt over your head as well and began to unclasp your bra. “Danny, could you help me? I can’t reach it.”

“Yeah, of course,” he spoke, moving towards you. His fingertips were warm against your skin as he undid your clasp, allowing you to slip out of your bra. He noticed the bruises on your sides from where your bra continually stabbed you in the ribs. He didn’t say a word. You finished putting on the clothes you were going to wear. 

You looked at yourself in the mirror, turning around to admire your ass in the shorts you chose. Goddamn, you thought to yourself. You smirked slightly, noticing that Danny was looking too. “Like what you see?”

“Maybe I do.” Josh came in with his camera, looking at the two of you. His eyebrows raised, asking silently if the two of you were ready. “Give me just one second, and then I’ll be ready to go.”

The nerves hid beneath your skin, but the feeling that lingered underneath that was excitement. You had made your own little films before, mostly for your own pleasure. You’d rewatch the videos you had taken of you and your ex, watching it anytime you needed pleasure and they weren’t home. After you broke up, you deleted them out of respect for them. Josh had Danny exit the room for a few moments, wanting to film the sweet, innocent neighbor boy walking in on the naughty neighbor girl pleasuring herself.

What a storyline, you thought, as well as how exciting it was.

Josh directed you to scroll through your phone aimlessly, through whatever app you wanted to. He only asked that at some point, you snake your hand down into your shorts, playing with yourself.

You did what he asked. Scrolling through your Instagram feed, easily finding all of the boys. You scrolled through all of their pages, many of the pictures on Danny’s page included pictures of him and Sammy. The two of them looked so good, especially shirtless. The wetness that pooled between your legs didn’t shock you one bit. In fact, the thought of being between them turned you on more. The door creaked open, but you paid almost no mind to it while you let little curses tumble from your lips. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t –”

“You’re okay,” you spoke. “I know you didn’t mean to.”

“I can leave if you want me to.”

“I don’t want you to leave. Can you help me, maybe?”

“H-Help you?” He asked, sitting next to you on the bed. You nodded, removing your hand from your shorts and grabbing his. “Help you how?”

“I want to cum so bad, but I just can’t seem to. Can you help me, D? Will you help me cum?” You asked faking innocence, eyes staring into Danny’s even harder than they were before. He nodded, allowing your fingers to wrap around his wrist while you guided his hand into your shorts, toying at your clit.

“Maybe I could help you better if I was able to see what I was doing.” He spoke, eyes flickering between you and your dripping cunt. You nodded, bottom lip between your teeth. He helped you slide out of your shorts and underwear, pulling them down your legs after lifting your hips. He tossed them to the other side of the room, falling away from where Josh was with the camera. “Do I have a pretty pussy, D?”

“Mhm, you do.” He moaned, becoming eye-level with your cunt. “Do you want me to use my mouth on you? Will that help you cum?”

“Yes, please.” You let out a gasp when his tongue collides with your hot skin, letting out a low moan. He took it upon himself to lick your pussy like that a few more times before he began getting experimental with his tongue, flicking it on your bud, drawing figure eights around your weeping hole. “Oh, fuck that feels so good.”

Your hand reached for his curls, using them as a leverage to guide him through your cunt. Your head was thrown back against the pillows as Danny’s mouth wrapped around your clit, fingers inching up your thighs. “Doin’ so good. You’re making me feel so good, D.”

“Do you want me to add my fingers? Will that make you cum faster?”

“Oh my God, yes.” Your voice squeaked, finishing out your sentence with a moan. The second Danny’s finger slipped into your hole, you let out another moan, louder than all the other ones you’ve let slip thus far. With every thrust of his finger, you enunciated the curse words. His fingers made you feel so good, taking their sweet time drawing moans from you. He’ll speed up his pace, slowing it down so you can feel every inch of his finger fill you up. “Fuck yeah, just like that, I’m gonna cum if you keep that up, sweetheart.”

He hummed against your pussy, the feeling of his fingers working you to the brink of an orgasm and his mouth as an aid made you feel drunk. Your moans became as labored as your breathing, chest rising and falling haphazardly as his tongue worked wonders on your clit. Your hips moved on their own accord against his face, chasing the high that had been painted for you by Danny. “Fuck, fuck, shit.”

“Is there anything else I can do to make you cum? I wanna do my best for you.” He spoke, fingers moving slowly before retreating from your hole. You nodded whilst licking your lips.

“Will you fuck me?” You asked through your eyelashes, looking up into Danny’s eyes. “Let me cum all over your cock?”

“Yes, anything for you.” He nodded eagerly, removing the grey Nike shorts he was wearing along with his boxers, tossing them to fall with your underwear. “Could you take off your shirt? Let me see your beautiful tits, please.”

“Mhmm.” You pulled your shirt over your shoulders, tossing it to the side. You wanted to cover yourself up, hiding away the stretch marks that riddled your tummy and your breasts. Danny could sense your nerves, the sudden impending anxiety that crept up on you like a lion stalking its prey.

“You’re so beautiful,” he spoke, hands holding your cheeks steady in place. The anxiety melted away with his wandering eyes, looking up and down your figure. His lips followed his eyes, placing themselves all over your open skin, littering your skin with bites along the way.

His lips connect with yours, his cock colliding with your hot core. His hips continually ground into you, letting his dick brush over your sensitive clit multiple times. He reached over to the bedside table, slipping on the condom while you watched him. You looked from his eyes down to his cock, trying your hardest not to marvel at his size while in view of the camera. 

“Can I fuck you now?” He asked, dick trailing through your folds, collecting your slick with the condom on. You nodded, biting at your lip. The second he slipped into your wanting hole, you let out a whine and threw your head back into the pillows. His hands grabbed at the headboard, using it as leverage to propel his hips forwards even more.

“You’re doing so good, D, such a good boy for me.” You whined, eyes fluttering closed at the constant slamming of Danny’s hips into yours. The delicious sound of his skin slapping against your own set your whole body on fire. You moved your leg from his hip, moving it to rest on his shoulder. His hand grabbed your shin, trapping your leg where it was. “Oh fuck, that feels so good. Feel so good inside me, baby. You’ve got such a nice cock, fill me up so good.”

“You feel so good wrapped around me.” He moaned through his furrowed eyebrows, knuckles turning white against the headboard. You grabbed one of his forearms, making his hand let go of the headboard. His fingertips danced around the circumference of your neck, watching the way your pupils dilated at the thought of his hand wrapped around your throat. “You want me to choke you?”

“Yes please, you wanna make me feel good, don’t you?” He nodded, putting pressure on the sides of your neck. You moaned and he followed soon after, feeling the vibrations of your voice box beneath the palm of his hand. Your hand gripped his bicep, pulling your body upwards slightly as he continued to fuck into you.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.” He spoke, hips becoming sloppy in their rhythm.

“Please, please come for me, baby. Be a good boy and come for me.” You whispered through moans, feeling his hand slip from your shin to clit, swirling the bud around with his middle finger, applying more and more pressure the closer he got to his own orgasm. Your whines became high pitched, tits bouncing with the thrusts Danny was delivering. 

“Not without you.” Your heart came at that, even though you knew it was for the film. It still pulled at the heartstrings that connected to your pussy. A whole new rush of pleasure rolled throughout your body.

“So good, oh fuck, gonna come all over your cock.” You moaned, opening your eyes fully, looking at Danny and his face. You marveled at the way he licked his lips, the way his chest fell haphazardly with the impending orgasm coursing through his veins. You dug your nails into his shoulder, tugging at the skin slightly as your orgasm rocked through you, nails dragging down his arm. He groaned loudly, your scratching spurring his orgasm on him. His hips stilled and his cum spilled into the tip of the condom he was wearing, shoulders slouching as his orgasm passed.

He laid next to you, both of you out of breath after Josh yelled ‘cut’ really loud. You chuckled slightly, knowing that Josh was the only other person in the room save for you and Danny. “That was fuckin’ awesome, Y/N! Are you sure you’ve never done porn before?”

“Pretty sure.” You laughed, sitting yourself up on your elbows. Danny peeled off the bed, grabbing your clothes from the floor and handing them over to you. “Thanks, Dan.”

“‘Course. Thanks for letting me be your first.” He shot you a wink, sliding the shorts up his legs without putting his boxers back on. He disappeared out of the room and let you get situated back in your clothes.

“How was that for your first time?”

“Really fucking cool.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The next week was a little more tame than the porn that you filmed with Danny. You had frequently gone out for drinks with the boys while attempting to plan with them future movies that you would film with the other boys. Drunkenly so, you admitted to them that you’d be totally interested in filming something outside, in nature. Obviously, you would want nobody around so it was pretty much out of the question.

Or so you thought.

The fact that you were dressed for a hike and standing in a forest with Josh and Sam made you laugh internally. Of course, you have to keep some level of professionalism between the three of you, but there was very little you could do. “And you’re sure that nobody will see us?”

“Yeah, this is our private cabin, Y/N. Nobody’s been up here besides us.” The boys, mostly Josh, thought it would be a stellar idea to kill two birds with one stone. Aside from filming your and Sam’s movie, the boys had been waiting for the right time to return to the cabin for a little break from work. So much for the break part.

“So, essentially, the two of you just so happen to stumble upon this cute little lake to take a dip in except you’re distracted by how hard Sam’s dick is! I know I wouldn’t be. So you suck him off, and then he fucks you. Discuss amongst yourselves what’s good and what’s not while I grab the camera from the cabin quick.” Josh spoke, turning on his heel and slightly jogging back to the cabin.

You and Sam had already sort of talked about what was okay between the two of you, sharing a smoke outside on the patio. He had offered you one after accidentally stumbling upon you sitting with your knees to your chest. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just needed a break from all the testosterone.” You spoke, taking the cigarette from between Sam’s fingers. He grabbed another one from his pack of cigs and took his lighter out from his pocket as well. He lit his cigarette and handed you the purple lighter. The two of you smoked in silence until he began to speak up again.

“So, we’re filming our movie tomorrow. Anything you do or don’t like?” He asked, taking a drag.

“I’m a huge whore for a praise kink.” You spoke, blowing out the smoke you were harboring in your lungs. “Should we establish some, like, safe words or something like that? Josh said I’d be sucking your dick tomorrow, so.”

“Kinda hard to talk with a cock in your mouth, love.” He chuckled, making you slap his arm slightly.

“Very funny, Samuel. I’m serious. If it gets to be too much, more for you than for me, we gotta have some sort of system.”

“Trust me, it won’t be too much for me.” You raise your eyebrows at him, watching the way his lips curl into a smirk. “But just to humor you, let’s do like, finger taps. Does that sound alright?”

“Yeah, maybe one tap to keep going, two for perfect, three for slow down?” You asked. He nodded, shrugging into another drag of his cigarette. “Anything you like that you want me to do?”

“Find out, it’s not that hard. I’m relatively easy to please.” He winked at you before putting his cigarette out on the porch, throwing the cigarette butt into the little jar he kept by the door.

Josh came back to you and Sam discussing different theories about aliens. “If there was other life out there, and there definitely is, I'm not saying there isn’t, would you let them abduct you even if people called you crazy?”

“I tell you guys to discuss your kinks and shit, and this is the conversation I walk in on?” Josh asked, eyes flickering back and forth between the two of you. You nodded, not seeing his point. He brushed it off with a swat of his hand, pretending the conversation didn’t happen. “Do you two need another moment to get ready or do you think you can stop thinking about alien abductions?”

“No, we���re good, Josh,” Sam spoke, turning his back slightly so Josh couldn’t see him roll his eyes. You hid a giggle behind your fingers and tried your best to shake it away before Josh yelled action. You stood in front of Sam, admiring the way his hair blew in the breeze. 

He was truly beautiful. If he wasn’t doing porn, you could see him getting into modeling. He had amazing bone structure and had eyes that could kill. His stare was slightly intimidating although you knew he didn’t mean to be – it was just the way he looked at everyone. You ran a hand through your hair, licking your lips slightly while you waited impatiently for Josh to start the camera. “Aaand, action.”

You played with the strings on the backpack Josh gave you to wear as a prop, looking Sam up and down. You took the backpack off from your shoulders, setting it down on the ground, playing with the hem of the white tank top you were wearing, you spoke up. “You know, I’m getting pretty hot on this hike, good thing there’s a lake right there. You want to take a dip with me?”

“Very much so, but we have a minor problem.” You turned around, looking at Sam after you had rid yourself of your tank. You had hoped that your nerves weren’t too visible. You knew you were far enough away from the cabin that neither of the other two boys would see you (not that Danny would care, he’s already seen you naked (and he liked it very much)).  “If people come to the lake, they’ll see how hard I am for you. You should take care of that for me.”

A smirk rose to your face, grabbing his hand before leading him to a small gathering of trees. You sank down onto the ground, knees colliding with some sticks. You silently cursed to yourself for picking probably the worst spot. You pulled on the waistband of his athletic shorts, tugging them down his thighs. You let them fall to his ankles, keeping your focus on the outline of his cock in his boxers. 

Your hands skimmed up his thighs, feeling the soft skin beneath your fingers. Your fingertips ghosted over his cock, making him jut his hips forwards. You smile up at him, figuring out very fast he isn’t one to like being teased. You follow the outline of his cock with your fingertips, looking up at him while you press a kiss to the tip of his dick through the fabric. You hear him hum in satisfaction, letting his head fall back slightly. “Please suck me off, princess.”

“Yes, sir.” You nodded, fingers dipping below the waistband on his underwear. Springing free from the confinements of his boxers, his cock slapped his belly once it was completely void of any material. You let out a sound that was a mix between a moan and a whimper; Sam’s dick was big. The veins that decorated his cock demanded to be licked. 

He let out an appreciative sigh as your tongue danced along the underside of his cock, licking all the way up until you took as much of him into your mouth as you could. Hearing the moans that slipped past his lips while his fingers dug into your hair was a reward all on its own. With whatever couldn’t fit into your mouth, you took into your hand. 

Your head bobbed up and down on his cock, letting him take the reins every once in a while. Two taps to his thigh, letting him know the amount he intervened was perfect. Your fingers dug into the skin of his tummy, dragging down slightly. He let out a low groan that bubbled in his chest. “Fuck,” he softly cursed. “You’re so good at this.”

You tapped your finger against his thigh once, hoping he would get the hint to continue with his praises. Both of his hands threaded into your hair, making a ponytail for you. He brushed the hair away from your face, making sure none of the hairs would end up in your mouth somehow. “Your mouth feels so good, princess. You take my dick so well, princess. You’re my dirty little girl, aren’t you? Sucking me off in public, where anyone could see what we’re doing.”

Heat pooled between your thighs, high on the way Sam was talking to you. “I wanna hear you say it.”

“I’m your dirty little girl, sir.” You spoke, jerking his cock as soon as you removed your mouth from him. You returned back to his cock, wanting to let him fuck your mouth the way he wanted to. You tapped his thigh once again, looking up at him through your eyelashes. He licked his lips, head nodding slightly towards yours, asking for permission. You tapped his thigh, letting him take over.

With a fist full of your hair, he let his cock tickle the back of your throat. You fought to see Sam’s face through tears, just wanting to see how beautiful he looked so close to the edge. From what you could tell, he looked absolutely fucking ravishing. With his eyebrows drawn together, mouth agape and curses falling from his lips, he looked like a God. “Doin’ so fuckin’ well. So good for me. Fuck, ugh oh shit. I’m gonna fuckin’ come. Gonna come in your pretty little mouth. Gonna take all the come I give you? Take it all like a good girl?”

His cum paints the back of your throat and goes down as easily as it goes in. He brings you back up to your feet, pinning you against the closest tree. Although the bark stings against your back, the pain is muffled by Sam’s tongue in your mouth. You knew he could taste himself on your tongue, moaning into the kiss. He broke away, out of breath, “Fuck, you’re wearing too many clothes.”

He hurried to get you out of the shorts you were wearing, tugging them down your legs along with the underwear you had worn. They wrapped around one of your ankles, hanging off of them as Sam made you wrap your legs around his hips. His lips felt like silk against your own. His tongue slipped into your mouth the second you gasped, one of his hands coming up to knead your breast.

His tongue moved to your neck, licking up and down the column of your throat as he pulled your hair back. Your hands fisted into his shirt, attempting to pull it over his head. You separated your lips, shoving it over his shoulders before he could interject. His fingers played with your nipples, your fingers laced in his hair. “Need you.”

“What do you need, princess? You gotta use your words and tell me.” He spoke into your ear, loud enough for the camera to hear. You whined slightly, not wanting to voice your wants out loud. Your hips moved against his making him let out a moan that only you could hear. “Nuh uh, princess, you have to use your words or you don’t get anything. I’ll leave you high and dry, you’ll have to fuck yourself on your fingers in order to get a release.”

“Want your fingers, fuck, so bad. Want them to fill me up.” You whined, hips colliding with Sam’s once again. He chuckled lowly, fingers moving down your sternum, tickling the skin of your tummy slightly before he made his way to your dripping core.

“See, was that so hard?” He asked, pressing kisses to your jaw. His fingers swirled around your clit, creating a delicious pace with his fingers that sent you in a trance. His hand was firm against the back of your neck, keeping you to look at him. Your eyes never left his, adoring the way his pupils dilated while looking at you. “If you’re good for me, and you come all over my fingers, I’ll fuck your pretty pussy, okay?”

You nodded, unable to form sentences with the way his fingers unraveled you. He stopped in his pace, two fingers stilling inside of you. “Okay?”

“Y-Yes, sir. Keep going, please.” You spoke in a loud whisper, moving your hips against his hand. He chuckled at you, watching the way you fucked yourself on his hand. “Sir, please. Need to come, I’m almost there. Please, sir, please.”

“You sound so desperate, so good when you beg for it.” He moved his fingers once more, picking up the pace almost instantly instead of easing you back into it. The string of curses you let out was like a prayer, praying to someone – anyone listening – to let you come all over his fingers. 

Your orgasm came in and settled beneath your skin like lightning. It bounced through your veins and made your head rush. “You want me to fuck you now, princess? Would you like that?”

“Mhm, please, sir. Fuck me so hard I can’t walk, please.” You guided his cock between your folds, collecting some of your slick to use as a makeshift lube. The second he began to slip inside of you with the help of your hand, you gasped. His cock stretched your walls, giving it a few seconds to take a breather with every inch he slips in. “Fuck, you’re so big.”

“Big and hard, all for fucking my pretty girl so good.” He spoke, rocking his hips against yours slowly. He hummed with every stroke of his cock, mouth twitching as he felt you clench around him. Your jaw becomes sore from hanging open so long, agape as Sam’s cock continually brushes over that spot that drove you so wild.

Your fingernails rake against his shoulders, leaving red and angry marks in their wake. They complimented his tanned skin; the tan he had gotten from the day you had spent kayaking around the lake a few times, determined to beat Sam as many times as it took for him to realize you were always going to win. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, right there, sir. Ri–ight the–ere.”

“You take my cock so well, princess. You’re so good for me.” His hands grabbed at your breasts again, rolling your nipples between his fingers, lips and teeth occupying the conjunction of your jaw and neck. “Gonna take all of my come again? Where do you want me to come, darlin’?”

“I-Inside m-me, sir. Please.” You begged, eyes looking into his. You could see the hesitation behind his irises, painting them a lighter brown than they had been for the past however long you were wedged between him and the tree. You gave him two taps to his shoulder, letting him know it was fine. He gave you a fucked out smile, slamming his hips into you harder than before.

The strength of his thrusts made your back dig deeper into the bark, the scratch of it against your skin hurt so good. The word ‘fuck’ fell from your lips religiously again. A few more thrusts from Sam and you were a moaning mess as your hips moved on their own accord, succumbing to the second orgasm Sam gave you. Your pussy spasming around him throws him into his orgasm, grunts falling onto your chest while his forehead rests against your own. “Guess you’ll just have to walk around until we get back to the car with my come dripping down your leg.”

“Guess so.”

“Cut,” Josh spoke, turning off the camera and handing you your clothes. “That was fucking hot, you two, good job. Y/N, you’re going to get in my Jeep and we are going to get you Plan B. I don’t mind him coming in you, but I’m too young to be an uncle, much less to one of my favorite coworkers.”

“Can I at least pee before we go?” You asked, chuckling as you pulled your shorts up your legs.

“I guess that’s okay,” he spoke, jokingly rolling his eyes. Sam gathered his shorts and underwear back over his hips and walked with you back to the cabin. He noticed the slight limp in the way you walked, smirking at you before he decided on speaking up.

“Fuck you so hard you can’t walk?”

“More so the tree than you, but whatever helps you sleep at night, Sammy.” You winked at him, disappearing into the hallway to go into the bathroom down the hall. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat down on the couch, feet resting on the coffee table.

“Get your gross ass dirty feet off the coffee table, Samuel. People put their drinks there.”

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“Wait, so if you’re filming with me, who’s filming us?” You asked, lurking through the racks of clothes in front of you. You landed on a see through black top, loving the way black colors looked on your skin. You walked over by him, going to ask his opinion on the shirt. “Also, how’s this?”

“It’s very cute, naughty. One of my assistants is going to be filming it. She’s been working with us for almost as long as we’ve been up and running. Her name’s Mel, she’s got a great eye for film.” He spoke, handing you a skirt he had found as soon as he walked down here. The skirt he handed to you was black and red plaid with a thin white line. “Wear this with it, it’ll make you look sexy as fuck.”

“Thank you, Josh.” You smiled at him, wandering over to the pairs of shoes you had brought over from your apartment. You picked out a pair of black boots, and pulled out a pair of socks from the little bin they were inside of. “Thigh highs or knee highs?”

“Is that a serious question? Thigh highs, no doubt.” He spoke, pulling out a black tie. He held it up to his chin in the mirror, seeing if the combination he made would look good on him. You watched as he eyed himself up in the mirror, he licked his lips, switching between two suits.

“Pick the black tie and the white shirt. Simple, but sexy.” You spoke, coming up behind him. You put a belt in front of him, a simple but sleek black Gucci belt. He looked down at your hands before looking back up at you through the mirror. “I could devour you right now.”

“Could you now?” He asked, turning his face towards you. Mel walked in, headphones in while she looked at the two of you, she pulled one out. “Time to film?”

“Yep, room’s all ready and everything.” She put it back in and turned around, knowing that you and Josh would be following her.

“Where are we filming?” You asked, following behind Josh, close on his heels. He smirked a little, stopping where you guys were in the hallway before his office. Your mind rushed with all the places this could go. “We’re filming in your office?”

“Yeah, is there gonna be a problem with that?” He asked, letting you go into the room before him. You shook your head no, core already beginning to throb with want. You cleared your throat, letting Mel explain to you the direction the film was going to go. It was to be expected – the naughty schoolgirl who wants to make up an assignment; her professor will let her on one condition, he gets to have some fun with her beforehand.

The idea alone had your mind reeling simply with Josh in the narrative. You had never gotten so wet before filming before. You two quickly changed into your outfits, putting the finishing touches with some jewelry; rings adorned Josh’s hands as a few necklaces wrapped around your neck. He looked fucking delicious. You had never seen Josh in formal attire, nor did you think you ever would.

As soon as Mel called ‘action’, you put your game face on and pretended like there was nobody else in the room aside from you and Josh. You walked up to his desk, sitting on the edge of it. “Please, Professor J, I tried my hardest on the assignment. Can I please make it up?”

“I know another way you can make it up.” He spoke, standing up from his office chair. You licked your lips, watching him as he came to stand between your legs.

“I’ll do anything.” You begged, your eyes looking up into his eyes with as much innocence as you could fathom in your state. He brought his hand up to your cheek, caressing the skin before using his thumb to drag your lip down slightly.

“Anything?” He asked, making you nod your head in response. He asked, his other hand skimming up your thigh, playing with the hem of your skirt. “Will you be a good girl for me?”

“I’ll be your good girl. I promise.” His lips connected with yours the second any noise had stopped coming from your mouth. Your hands found their way to his chest, pulling him closer to you, as much as you could, by the tie he was wearing. His tongue dipped into your mouth, tasting the minty toothpaste you had used after lunch.

You hummed into his mouth, moving your legs to wrap around his waist. His hand slipped from your cheek, his digits wrapping around your throat. He squeezed slightly, the other hand of his that was still on your thigh squeezed the skin slightly as well. The applied pressure to your throat gave you a headrush, making a moan slip past the walls of your lips. He removed his lips from yours, looking down at you while he squeezed your throat. “Hmm. Will you be a good girl for me and let me eat your pussy? I’ve been wanting to taste you for a while now.”

“Please.” It came out as a desperate whisper. You watched as Josh sank to his knees, spreading your legs apart. He marveled at the sight before him, mouth beginning to water.

“No panties?” He asked, fingers beginning to dip near your aching core. “That’s very naughty, Pandora. What happens to bad girls?”

“T-They get punished?” You asked, looking down at him. He nodded, sympathetic look painting his face. He stood up from the floor, grabbing your hand. He helped you off of the desk, bringing you around to where his chair was. Your immediate thought was that he was going to fuck the daylights out of your mouth, but his mind was going elsewhere.

“Bend over.” He spoke, hand running down your back as he urged you to bend over the desk. You did as he asked, putting your hands on the desk to brace yourself for what was to come. You could hear the sound of fabric moving against fabric. You turned your head slightly, seeing that Josh had removed his tie. “Hands behind your back, naughty girl.”

You put your hands behind your back, feeling the fabric of his tie begin to wrap around your wrists. You bite at the skin of your lip, feeling your heart rate increase. His hands run up the back of your thighs, flipping your skirt up to expose your ass. He played with the skin, moving it underneath his hands and watching your ass bounce. The stark contrast of the gentle nature of his touch and the sudden slap to your ass made you jump forward, concealing a moan while your lip’s trapped between your teeth. “Count for me, sweetheart.”

“O-One.” He delivered another one, just a hair after you finished slipping the word out of your mouth. “T-Two.”

You could easily conceal your moans through the hisses of pain you let out. All of his harsh slaps felt so good against your skin. After three more spanks were given to your ass, the skin was red and inflamed. You were sure to feel it after. He kissed the skin with gentle lips.

His hands helped you stand up straight, turning you around before leaning you against the desk slightly. His lips met your own, moving languidly with your own as you struggled against his tie. A steady hand reached around and unwrapped your hands, which instantly were roaming over the white button down Josh had worn. “Ah, ah, ah.”

You looked into his eyes, noticing his intention wasn’t for you to touch him. You put out your wrists for him once more, allowing him to tie them together once again. He helped you lie down on his desk, pinning your hands above your head while he kissed your neck, leaving a new light purple bruise on your collarbone. “No touching, sweetheart.”

“Y-Yes, sir.” He hummed against your skin, fingers dancing along the hem of your shirt. He pulled it over your shoulders enough where your head would be visible, so you could watch Josh as he absolutely devoured you. His lips moved against your chest, taking each of your nipples into his mouth and sucking on them slightly before he let each of them go with a pop.

His tongue worked diligently against your clit, finger toying with your hole. Your back arched into his mouth. Since you couldn’t use your hands, you tried your hardest to work yourself against his mouth, chasing after the feeling that it was giving you deep in your tummy. He stilled your movement with his hand spread wide between your hips, pinning you down as best he could. You didn’t move your hips as much, finding a secret pleasure in the way he slowly drew out your first orgasm.

You wanted to keep yourself quiet, trying your hardest to make all of your moans dissipate in your stomach before they reached your larynx. But it didn’t work. The sounds were watered down in comparison to what you figured was going to come next. If Josh could make you moan like this with just his tongue and his fingers, imagine what his fucking cock could do. “So good, sir.”

He withdrew his fingers right as you brushed against the line of your orgasm. You whined, attempting to push your thighs together to get some sort of relief with no avail. His body between your legs blocked you from doing so, hands pinning down your thighs. He watched you wriggle underneath him. You looked into his eyes, noticing a gleam you had never seen before.

You moaned inexplicably loud as you watched him let a line of spit fall from his lips directly onto your pussy. He licked up his spit as it began to drip from your cunt onto the desk, immediately sending his tongue plunging deep within you. His tongue worked expertly while he brought you on the brink of orgasm once again, drinking in the way your body reacted to his tongue and his fingers. However, the hopefully impending euphoria was blocked by the removal of the stimulation yet again. “Don’t worry, pretty girl, you’ll get what you want.”

You watched as he undid his belt, letting it fall to the floor. You watched as he tugged the trousers down his legs, letting them stay stationary around the middle of his calves. He pumped himself a few times letting the tip of his cock navigate through your slick folds, eyes watching you as you whimpered and moved against him. “Please, J, please. Please fuck me.”

“I love the way you beg,” he spoke, letting himself become enveloped by your warmth. As he bottomed out, he released a shaky breath from his throat. You were so tight around him, feeling your walls spasm slightly with pleasure. “Holy fuck, you feel perfect. You’re takin’ me so well, angel.”

You moaned, his hands pinning your tied ones above your head. He got high off the way you whined around his cock. You begged him to go harder, that you wanted more. And Josh gave you just that, but not before he untied your wrists, tossing his button up and the tie to the side. Your shoulders felt numb, having tried your hardest to be the best girl for him. “You did so well, princess, keeping your hands where they were. ‘M gonna reward you for being so good for me, okay?”

“Yes, sir.”

“‘M gonna fuck you real hard, fill you so full of my cock.” He spoke, rutting his hips against your own. As soon as you could better feel your hands and your shoulders, you wrapped them around his neck, hissing in pain at the way your ass felt on the wood. The tender skin screamed at you for putting it through even more, while Josh was fucking you.

Your nails dug into his back, dragging down his skin. You silently hoped to yourself that you wouldn’t draw blood, but you couldn’t be sure. The way Josh was moaning could have been from the pain of your nails digging into his shoulder, but  it easily could’ve been a pleasurable moan, laced with euphoria.

One of his hands came to wrap around your throat, applying pressure to the sides. You looked up into his eyes, his forehead resting against yours. “You feel so fucking good. You like when I fuck you this hard?”

“What? Am I fucking you so good you’re stupid from my cock?” He spoke, removing his hand from your throat to try and let you speak, but no words came out either way. “Got you cock dumb, angel?”

All you can do is nod, fingernails digging into the back of his neck, bringing him closer to you so his lips can muffle the sound of your moans. It doesn’t do a whole lot, breaking away from his lips to intake a large gasp as Josh’s cock brushed against your cervix, staying within you to collect himself fully.

His hand reached down to play with your clit, using his slow strokes to bring you over the edge. Since being denied your first two potential orgasms, this one felt more intense than ever. It built like none of the other orgasms he had started for you. 

The feeling of it ripping through your body was primal, an animalistic groan that came from Josh’s throat would forever stain the walls of his office. Your throat was raw from the way Josh was relentlessly pounding into you, driving himself to orgasm, high off the way your pussy clenched around him. He lets out curses like a mantra, “Holy fuck, oh shit, fuuuuck.”

He definitely didn’t mean to finish in you. He planned on letting his come paint your stomach, or watch it coat the back of your throat. However, he couldn’t help himself. The way you felt around him was orgasmic all on its own, he was surprised he even lasted as long as he did. Mel cut the cameras and let the two of you calm down after you finished the last little bit of the dialogue the film needed.

You helped Josh redo the button on his shirt, after he picked it up from the floor. The two of you didn’t speak. His fingers brushed hair out of your face, noticing a crease of worry between your eyebrows. “You’ve got something going on in there, don’t you?”

“No, why would you think that?” You asked, leaning back on your hands while you stayed on the top of the desk.

“You get this little line between your eyebrows when you’re worried,” he spoke, watching your face soften slightly. “I notice it when you’re doing your assignments for classes at the last minute like you always do.”

“You caught me.” You sighed.

“You can tell me anything, Y/N. Just because we’re coworkers, and I’m also kind of your boss, doesn’t mean that you can’t tell me anything.”

“I just… I don’t… I like this, right? I love this job, I love working with all of you and hanging out with you all. I just get in my own head sometimes, especially around this time of year. I just… I know all of you appreciate me and you guys think I’m doing good, but my mind keeps making me think that you guys hate me.”

“Mama, we could never hate you. You’re more than your job, we’re more than your job,” he grabbed his face in your hands. “I’ve got enough movies stockpiled for a good two weeks, what do you say all of us take a little vacation together? Would that make you feel better? It won’t be far, in case you have tests and stuff, but it’ll still be a vacation.”

“I’d love that.”

“Good.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He helped you to your feet, chuckling slightly as you found it a little difficult to walk out of his office. “I didn’t go too hard with the slapping, did I?”

“No, Josh, it was very hot. I liked it a lot.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The sun felt amazing on your skin, soaking it in. Josh had gotten another cabin, this time it wasn’t for work purposes. The cabin was huge, almost like a hotel. It had a sauna which you frequented. It felt amazing to your muscles, melting away all of the stress you were feeling the past couple weeks. All of the anxiety that you had built up within the atoms fell away with the beads of sweat.

Jake joined you more often than not. He’d sit on the other side of the room, letting the two of you sit in silence. He kept his shorts on, not knowing how comfortable she would be. Jake was more than comfortable being naked. He didn’t mind, everyone had a body. Loads of people watched Jake’s videos, mostly because of his tattoos.

You caught yourself staring at his chest, hoping that he wouldn’t open his eyes and notice. Although, a small part of you hoped he would.

“You zonin’ out or checkin’ me out?” He asked, putting his hands behind his head, interlocking them. You chuckled slightly, tilting your head.

“And if I was checking you out?”

“I’d let you.” He spoke, closing his eyes once again. “You having a good time here?”

“Mhmm. It’s nice here – I like it.” You spoke, moving to sit next to Jake. Your knee brushed against his as you sat with your legs criss crossed.

“When we get back, you know, we’ve got our scene to film.” He spoke, turning his head to look at you. He could read that something was off with you the second he mentioned it. “What? Am I not pretty enough for you?”

“No, you ass.” You lightly punched his shoulder, the two of you laughing lightly.

“I know, you wouldn’t be checking me out if I wasn’t up to your standards, so tell me what’s really on your mind.” He sat up, elbows on his knees while he listened to you.

“I’m just nervous.” He took his hands off of his elbows and turned his body towards you. He looked confused, hoping that you would elaborate. “I… I know it sounds dumb, but I don’t know. I’ve been getting less and less nervous the more I do this, but I still have issues being naked in front of the camera sometimes. At least, at first. Once we kind of get into it, I forget about it.”

“Is it a confidence thing? Like, you don’t think you’re pretty or it’s just the idea of people outside of us seeing you naked?”

“Mostly the second thing, but the first thing is sort of an issue.” You rubbed the backs of your arms with your hands, avoiding eye contact with him. He pulled your face to him, hands touching your chin so delicately as if you might break.

“Y/N, you are fucking gorgeous. I mean that. I’m not just saying that because I want you to do the scene with me next week. I couldn’t care less if we do it next week or in two years,” his hand was firm around your chin now, making sure that you knew he meant every single word he was saying. “I’ve been itching to film with you since before you even signed those papers. Is there anything I can do for you, to make you more comfortable next week or any time we film after that?”

You ruminated the different ideas flowing through your mind, but there was nothing in it aside from kissing him right now, at this moment. You put your hand on his jaw, bringing his face closer to yours. Your thumb brushed over his bottom lip, licking her own. “Will you kiss me, Jake? Please?”

His lips turned upward slightly before connecting with your own. Your hand falls from his jaw, landing on his thigh. His tongue coaxes your mouth open. His head trails backwards, you chase after his lips while still kissing him. You end up on his lap, hands on his shoulders as you support yourself. You melt into his touch, the way his hands felt on your hips. “You drive me insane, Y/N.”

You rested your forehead against his, a smile on your face. “How do I drive you insane, Jakey?”

He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, picking you up as he stood. He walked you both out of the sauna, allowing your feet to touch the cool floor. He wrapped a towel around your shoulders. “You’re just… You’re so beautiful. And I’m not even talking about your body, I’m talking about your mind. The way you think about things and put two things together is just brilliant.”

“Thank you, Jake,” you blushed, wrapping an arm around his back, pulling him closer to you. The two of you walked upstairs, hip to hip (as best as you could get). You joined the other boys at the dinner table, settling down for a game of poker. You sat between him and Danny, every single one of the boys shooting you a smile.

The night went on comfortably, tucked underneath Jake’s arm. The boys shared stories from when they had first started their little company. Josh had told you how nervous he had been, the first movie being one that Josh had directed. He had done so many short films when he was younger, he didn’t mind shooting porn. It wasn’t his first choice, but it was a segue.

You talked to them about previous sexual experiences. The laughter filled the air as you relived embarrassing one night stands that ended in disaster. You even mentioned weird stories about ex boyfriends and failed talking stages with them. They, in turn, shared some of their experiences with you. You never expected to hear some of the stories that fell from their lips, especially about different people they’ve worked with over the years.

You fell asleep comfortably in Jake’s bed, lying next to him with his hand on your thigh.

The rest of the week flew by inexplicably fast, making you groan the second you stepped foot back in the city. You dealt with your mountain of homework that waited for you at your apartment, constantly distracted by texts from Jake. You ignored them as best you could, but Jake always got your attention every single time.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You showed up to the house early.

The feeling of excitement was felt deep in your bones. You were filming your scene with Jake today and you couldn’t contain the way it made you feel. Before you even walked into the house you were soaked through your panties. The premise of this one made your blood bubble, made you feel lightheaded.

You two had to be quiet, since your “parents” were downstairs and the bad boy from next door had snuck into your window.

Everything about it made you continuously wet. Your fingers mindlessly filed through the various clothing items, brain focusing on other things than what you were going to wear. You had been so deeply consumed in the thought of Jake taking you that you barely noticed when Josh had showed up into the basement. “You want me to pick out your outfit for you?”

“Jesus fuck, you scared me.” You spoke, putting a hand over your heart. The two of you shared a giggle before he apologized. “You’re okay. Will you actually? I’m overthinking this.”

“There’s no need to be, it’s gonna come off anyways.” He had a point, but your mind was too clouded with the thought of being fucked by Jake to give a damn He pulled out a random crop top from the rack, holding it out to you for your opinion. You took it into your hands, examining every inch of it. You held it up against your figure in the mirror, wondering if it would look good on you. “Try these too.”

You undressed in the clothing room, throwing on the crop top and the pair of shorts Josh had tossed towards you. You run your hands over your body, eyes focusing on your lower half. “I like those shorts. I’m not sure how I feel about the shirt with it, though.”

“I like it. Gives a bit of innocence, kinda. Not entirely, but.” You shrugged, walking back towards Josh. You grabbed a pair of socks from the bin, throwing them on your feet since the basement floor was becoming a bit too unbearably cold. “Are you filming this one or is Mel?”

“You like Mel more than me or something?” He joked, walking back upstairs with you.

“No way,” you spoke, giving the silence between you two a second. “Well…”

“You little –” You laughed, running ahead of him slightly to not face the repercussions of your actions. You ran into Danny, apologizing slightly before blushing in Josh’s direction.

“I’ll be filming this one, Mel’s out sick this week.” He spoke, ushering you into the Blue Room. You jumped onto the bed, Josh following after you. “You gonna be alright doing this one? Jake said you expressed some concerns, and I know you voiced some with me too. We don’t have to film this today if you don’t want to, Y/N.”

“No, I’m all good. I’m ready. Jake and I had a long talk the other week about our scene. We went over boundaries and everything. I’m good.” You nodded, sitting on the edge of your bed.

“Good. We love you, you know. We only want the best for you.” He kissed your forehead before excusing himself to grab his camera from the office.

You loved Josh. And you loved the way they all treated you. Despite the fact that you were just a coworker to them, they made you feel like part of their little family. Jake stood at the door frame, eyes scanning you up and down. “Well, well, well, don’t you look good today.”

“You do too, if I do say so myself.” You smiled, putting your hands on Jake’s thighs as he stood in front of you. “Ready for today?”

“Yes, ma’am. Are you?”

“I’m very excited.”

“Remember, if anything gets to be too much, you tell me ‘red’. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to.”

“I’m good, Jake. I’ll be fine.” You got off the bed, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I promise to use our safe words, okay?”

Josh had Jake leave the room, having him wait outside on the balcony that connected to the Blue Room. As soon as Josh began to record, you walked into the room, pretending to call out to your parents that you were going to sleep. Jake came in from the balcony, finding you in your pajamas. “W-What are you doing here?” You asked, backing up into the bed before letting yourself fall on top of it. “If my parents find out you're here, they’ll kill me.”

“Then I guess you better be real quiet then, huh? I wouldn’t want your parents to find me fucking the daylights out of their precious little girl.” He spoke, connecting his lips with your own. He crawled on top of you, letting his hips grind into yours. Your legs came to wrap around Jake’s waist. The feeling of his jeans on your core felt electric.

His lips traveled down your jaw, to your neck, fingertips dancing underneath the hem of your shirt. You were about to let out a moan, but held it back by keeping your bottom lip between your teeth. He threw it over your head, tossing it somewhere behind him. His lips trail between your breasts, hand coming up your back to undo the clasp of your bra. His fingertips are soft, gentle, as they pull the straps down your arms, helping you slip out of your bra. “You’re fuckin’ perfect.”

“I’m all yours,” you spoke, eyes looking up into Jake’s, giving into the submissiveness of your character. He mumbled against your skin, something along the lines of  ‘yes you are’ and continued with his slew of kisses. His tongue swirled around your areola. You reached for the back of his head, hands threading through his hair in hopes to bring his mouth onto your nipple entirely.

Your grip on his hair tightened as his teeth grazed against your skin, gently nibbling on your nipple. You let out a low moan. Jake removed his mouth from your chest, looking down at you. “What did I say about needing to be quiet, doll?”

“I need to be really quiet.” You lifted a finger to your mouth, biting down on the nail. He pulled your finger from your mouth, trailing your hand down your own body. He made you cup your own cunt.

“Be a good girl, and play with yourself for me.” He whispers into your neck, pressing a quick kiss there. You nod moving your fingers from outside of your shorts, to the inside of them, not bothering to get to the foreplay of stripping for Jake. You had no patience for it. Your fingers play with your clit, feeling how wet Jake has gotten you. Not to mention, the whole day you had been anticipating this. You moan as softly as you can, whispering to him about how wet you were. “You’re all worked up for me? Oh sweetheart, that’s so cute. Why don’t you show me?”

You removed your hand from your shorts, letting your slick covered fingers glisten in the light streaming in from the window. You brought them up to his lips, waiting for him to open his mouth. He moans around your fingers, licking up everything that coated your fingers. “Can I taste you myself?”

“Yes, please.” Your voices are barely above a whisper, staying quiet for the film. He helps you remove your shorts, sliding them down your legs. He placed kisses all over your tummy, his lips wandering to each of your hips, taking it upon himself to bite your skin, listening to the way you hissed. His fingertips slide under the waistband, helping you shimmy out of them.

The second your underwear hits the floor, his tongue is on you. But not where you want it to be. His tongue starts on the inside of your thighs, soothing every spot he bites with a flick of his tongue. “Please touch me, please.”

“Patience, sweetheart. Good things come to good girls who wait.” He went back to biting at the insides of your thighs, teasing you while his fingers danced over your hot cunt. You squirm underneath his touch, wanting nothing more than relief. You go to beg, but know that it falls on deaf ears. Jake didn’t want to hear you beg, he wanted to see you want it more than anything.

Your hips rock against nothing, chasing after Jake’s face. You want to whine, but they’re all silent. He looks up at you from your cunt, noticing in your face just how badly you wanted him. He chuckles mostly to himself, knowing you weren’t going to be prepared for what was coming next. His tongue finally collides with your aching cunt, along with his fingers. You have to throw your hand over your mouth to stop the sounds from reaching their maximum volume.

It felt like you were on a different plane of existence, with Jake’s mouth and fingers occupying your pussy. His hands were steady on your skin, nails dragging slightly down your skin. He watched the way your hips rocked against the work of his fingers, he smirked at the way your hand was over your mouth, the other one gripping the sheets.

He can tell you’re about to come, watching the way your stomach was rising and falling, whines slipping past the cracks between your fingers. Your hand doesn’t know what to do, grasping and pulling at the sheets. His tongue is relentless against your clit, two fingers slipping in and out of you with ease.

Your hips rock to ride yourself through your orgasm, deep breaths leaving your lips as you remove your hand from over your mouth. But Jake wasn’t stopping.

His pace continued, watching you intently with brown eyes. Your eyes found him, your jaw going slack. You stared at him, watching the way he ate you like you were his last meal on planet earth. That familiar building feeling began to grow again. Nothing came from your mouth, your silence a testament to how wonderful you were feeling underneath Jake.

He whispers into the skin of your thigh after your orgasm passes,  “Good girl.”

He crawls up your body, kissing his way back up to your lips. He grinds himself into you, making a wrecked sob fall from your lips as his jeans grind against your hot, sensitive core. Your hands move to undo the belt he was wearing, hustling to undo his button and his fly. Your hand easily slides into his jeans, hand finding his cock.

His hand grips your wrist, pulling your hand from his jeans. Your eyes flicker up to his, wondering why he wasn’t letting you pleasure him the way he just pleasured you. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Your eyes widen slightly as you see Jake walk over to the dresser in the corner of the room. He pulls out a vibrator, walking over towards you as he flicks it on. He stands next to the bed, dragging the vibrator over your skin, power off. His eyes looked into yours. You whispered to him, “Green.”

A small smile plays on his lips, settling back between your legs like he was before. His lips are back on yours. You’ve forgotten about the vibrator that was in his hand until he finally places it against your skin, turning it on the lowest setting. You hum into his lips, hips moving away from the toy. You were still very sensitive from the two back to back orgasms that Jake had just given you.

Your arms wrap around his shoulders, lips parting from his to let out a low curse. Your forehead rests against his, eyes closed as the vibrator works against  your clit. He slides it up and down your pussy, feeling it slip towards your hole. Your hands grasp at his t-shirt, pulling it up his back, exposing the skin. He hums in praise as you begin to rake your nails down his back, clawing at the familiar build up once more.

“J-J- I, fuck, I’m–” He shushed you, kissing the tip of your nose.

“I know, but you’re being such a good girl for me. I know you’ve got another one in there. C’mon, won’t you let it all go for me? Be a good girl and come again for me,” your nails dig into his back even harder. “You’re so pretty when you come, I could watch you come all day.”

“Holy fuck, J.” You whine, tossing your head backwards. Your hands move to grab the vibrator, pulling it away from your overly sensitive cunt, closing your legs. You try not to move your legs together too much, the friction created from pressing your thighs together was a bit too much for you.

“You think you have one more in you yet?” He asked, pressing gentle kisses against your temple.

“I don’t know, ‘m so sensitive.”

“I just want you to make a mess all over my dick, that’s all I wanna do, sweetheart. You’re so pretty when you come, I wanna know how pretty you are when you come all over my dick, sweet girl.” He lifts your chin to look at him, you can see him checking in with you silently.

“Please, I wanna come on your cock.” You speak, slowly opening your legs.

“You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

“Mhmm. I am, sir.”

“You want to pick the position?” He asked.

“Will you fuck me from behind, please?” You turned onto your tummy, getting on all fours. He smiled, grabbing a hand full of your ass. He nods, pressing a kiss between your shoulder blades. He climbs off the bed to fully take off his pants, leaving them at the foot of the bed, as well as his shirt. You look back over your shoulder at him, drooling at the way his tattoos looked on his skin.

He drags his cock up your slit, collecting some of your come to cover his cock. Your mouth falls open as he begins to slip into you. He bottoms out, keeping himself deep inside of you for a moment to let you adjust to his size. The pace he sets once you’re comfortable is slow at first, you can feel every inch of himself that he gives you.

The moment he picks up the pace, all your ears can hear is the sound of his skin slapping against your own and the little utterances of praise he gives to you. “So fucking good. Such a good girl, taking all of me so fuckin’ well. So pretty like this.”

“Fuck,” you speak. “S-so good.”

He pulls out of you and turns you around, bringing you onto your back. He pins your knees to your chest by pushing down on the back of your thighs. As soon as his cock is completely sheathed within you again, his pace goes back to the way it was. He growls, feeling your cunt clench around him. You bite at the skin of your hand, not wanting to let anyone outside your room hear your moans.

His hand slides between your bodies, keeping you pinned by grabbing your ankles with one of his hands. The pace he sets with his fingers is dangerous, coaxing you towards the most intense orgasm you’ve had so far tonight. You spasm around his cock, screaming into the skin of your hand. He tries his hardest to hold on, waiting to come until he can watch you swallow it all.

His teeth are clenched so hard he thought he was going to break them. The second he watches your hips still from calming down, he pulls out of you, hand wrapping around his cock. You sat up as best you could, legs feeling like jelly. “Can I taste you now?”

“Fuck, yes, pretty girl you can taste me all you like. You’ve been so good for me,” he whimpers as your mouth wraps around the tip of his cock, letting his hand do the work. There was no way you were going to be able to match the pace he had set with his hand. He groans, throwing his head back as his come hits the back of your throat.

You don’t pull away from him until he finally lets go of the breath he was holding. He sinks down, sitting on his feet. He brings you in for a kiss by the back of your neck, slipping his tongue into your mouth, tasting himself.

Josh stopped the camera, tossing the two of you robes. “You did so fucking good, Y/N, holy shit.”

“Thank you,” you blush, tying the robe. Jake helped you off of the bed, noticing your wobbly knees. He picked you up, bridal style. “You don’t need to carry me, Jake, I’ll be fine.”

“You walk like Bambi.” He jokes, bringing you into the bathroom. He begins to draw a bath, pouring in some Dr. Teal’s foaming bath solution. “It’s supposed to be very relaxing. Dr. Teal’s does wonders on sore muscles, which I imagine you might have from being pinned like that.”

“It felt good though. The soreness is nothing to me.” You looked up at him. You tried to stand up to remove your robe, but your legs almost gave out. He chuckled at you slightly, coming to grip your hips. He helped you out of the robe and helped you settle into the bathtub.

“I’m gonna grab you some wine, okay? Red or white?”

“Red please.” You hum from content, lying back as Jake leaves the room. You are soon, though, interrupted by Josh. “Hi, Josh.”

“I don’t mean to interrupt you, I just have these ideas to run by you. I made a list so you can look them over,” he handed over to you a notepad, a bunch of ideas scribbled onto the paper. “Give them some thoughts.”

“I will, thank you.” You smile at him, returning your attention back towards the paper in your hands. Some of the ideas involved trying out temperature kinks, messing with hot wax and ice cubes. Some involved being tied up. However, your eyes drifted and stayed on a few ideas in particular.

In Josh’s messy handwriting you decipher, “Threesome with Josh and Danny – ropes?? Silk ties???”

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[eldritchsurveys]

o42.

What was the last thing you spent more than $20 on? >> Probably a bill.

Give us a lyric from a song you've recently listend to: >> I actually don’t think I know the lyrics to any of the songs I heard in the car on the way back home... I can’t remember.

Do you wear actual designated 'pajamas' to bed? >> I wear pajama pants, but I think they’re actually called lounge pants or something?? Like, if they’re not part of a set, they’re lounge pants, and if they are, they’re pajama pants... man, I don’t know.

When was the last time you were tempted to do something you'd later regret? >> I don’t remember.

Have you ever had feelings for someone who was seeing someone else? >> Maybe? I don’t remember, so if so it was probably years and years ago.

Have you ever had feelings for your best friend's significant other? >> ---

What color is your hairbrush? >> Black.

How many times did you ride in a car today? >> Twice, to Sparrow’s parents’ house and back.

Who was the last non-relative to call you? >> ---

Are you comfortable in your own skin? >> I mean, more or less? Sometimes I’m not comfortable being an organic flesh creature at all, but, you know.

What are your plans for tomorrow? >> Just chillin. Probably going to play some video games.

Are you in a good mood right now? >> I’m not in any kind of mood. Just neutral.

When was the last time you had an ice cream cone? >> On Memorial Day. We stopped in St Joseph on the way back from Chicago and got cones.

Did you eat breakfast this morning? >> I mean, I ate something in the morning, but it’s difficult for me to call it breakfast when it isn’t a full meal.

Have you ever been in a cemetary at midnight? >> No, because at least in NYC the cemeteries close before nightfall.

Do you live on your own? If not, who do you live with? >> No, I live with Sparrow.

How old are your siblings, if you have any? >> Old, except for one.

Can you tie a cherry stem in a knot with your tongue? >> No.

Have you ever used your cell phone as a lightsource in the dark? >> Yep.

Is your birthday in less than 6 months? >> No.

How old will you be in 3 years? >> 34.

Do you remember who you were dating in August 2007? >> Yeesh, uh... maybe Raven? Probably Raven, unless we were on one of his infamous “breaks”.

Why did you cry the last time you did? >> I don’t remember when that was. I was probably watching Grey’s Anatomy.

Where are your parents right now? >> Who knows?

Would you rather be able to fly or breathe under water? >> I’d rather be able to breathe underwater, since that would completely negate one fear I have.

Have you ever had a crush on a sibling's friend? >> No.

Do you know where your calcaneus bone is located? >> No.

Have you donated blood in the last 2 years? >> I can’t, I’m iron-deficient.

What was the last free t-shirt you received from? >> Sparrow’s mum. She gave me this t-shirt that says “If you don’t like Matthew McConaughey then I won’t like you, and that’s okay with me” or some nonsense like that, lmao. This is my legacy... stanning Matthew McConaughey.

Have you kissed your 10th contact in your phone? >> ---

When did you go to bed last night? >> Midnight, as usual.

Is there anything you are looking forward to at the moment? >> Yeah! I almost forgot -- I get to see the Rebirth Brass Band on Wednesday night! Holy shit, how did I almost forget that.

Who was the last person to piss you off? >> I don’t remember. Probably that person on the Fable Fans Guild facebook group who’s always making posts about how Theresa is evil. Fucking tired of that shit.

Are you a Scorpio? >> I’m a Scorpio rising.

Are you an Athiest? >> Not at all.

Are you Asian? >> No.

Are you blonde? >> Nooo.

Are you taller than 6'0"? >> Not even a little.

Are you fluent in another language? >> No.

Are you in the military? >> Hell, no.

Are you female? >> Nah.

Are you single? >> Nope.

Are you a parent? >> No.

Are you a Democrat? >> No.

Are you an artist? >> Yes.

Are you a musician? >> No.

Are you an athlete? >> No.

Do you like winter? >> I used to like it a lot more. I think our relationship has just gotten really strained because we don’t get to spend enough time apart (with seasons, you need to have time apart!!!). Winter hangs on with a death grip around here and I think I’ve developed a low-grade seasonal depression, so me and Lord Winter are kinda on the outs.

Who did you spend last New Year's with? >> Sparrow.

Did you do anything special for St.Patrick's Day? >> No.

Did you have a Valentine last time Valentine's Day came around? >> Yeah.

What is your relationship with the last person to comment you? >> I don’t remember who that was but I’m just gonna assume it was Hallie, who is my star-boy <3

Who was the last person to sit on your bed? >> Other than me, Sparrow.

Do you have a favorite flower? >> Yes, sunflower.

What is the best gift someone can give you? >> Their... attention??? I don’t know, I like gifts in general!

Was your last kiss a mistake? >> No.

Would you rather be stuck on a desert island with your ex or a python? >> My ex, duh. Another person can help me survive better than a damn snake can (sorry, snakes, I love you, but let’s be real).

Do you kiss on the first date? >> Sometimes.

Would you rather visit Norway or Brazil? >> I think I’d have equal interest in both.

Name three objects within your reach? >> A space turtle plushie, a dog plushie, and a bear plushie. (I’m on my bed, okay.)

What jewelry are you wearing? >> My Legba necklace and the ring Sparrow gave me. And earrings and septum ring, of course.

Would you get a shamrock tattooed to your forehead for $5000? >> No.

What do you smell right now? >> Heat.

Are you very flexible? >> Not even a little.

Where was your display pic taken? >> My facebook display pic was taken at J Gardella’s, a bar in town.

Do you like Chinese food? >> Yeah.

Where was the last place you went that was more than an hour away? Why were you going there? >> I think the last place was Chicago? I don’t think Countryside Greenhouse (where we went yesterday) was quite that far away. Almost, maybe.

If your best friend asked you to marry them what would you say? >> ---

Are you under the influence of anything at the moment? >> Nah.

Would you consider yourself open-minded? >> Sure.

Who was the last person to tell you you looked nice? >> Nice specifically, I don’t know.

Have you ever been to a nude beach? >> Nope.

What time is it? >> 10.51p EST.

What are you going to go do now? >> I’m not sure. Maybe take another survey in a bit, but I’m probably just gonna putter around on the internet for the next hour before my bedtime.