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sapphicapocrypha · 6 months ago

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She's An Actress

actress x fem!reader explicit (chapter 2 & 3) 3,271 words Tags: edging, semi-public, cunnilingus, possessiveness, teasing, sugar mommy, age difference, choking

Your older actress girlfriend takes you to buy a dress to the premiere of her most recent project—your first public appearance as a couple. When you see her half-naked on the big screen though, you have to steal her away.

Technically, this is RPF, but out of respect for the actress I changed the name and major tells. If you take a look at my profile though, it's not hard to see who this is about. This is for the people who still have brainrot from that one appearance of hers.

Chapter 1

Yvette was shameless in the way she raked her eyes over your curves, taking in your outfit and shape.

“You look gorgeous, darling. Ready to go?” she grinned as she wrapped her arm around your waist, leaning in for a kiss.

After your joined shower, she’d slipped into her black suit, put her long bright waves into a ponytail and wore matching glasses on her nose—different from what you’d seen her wear during the countless interviews you’d watched while she’d been gone to soothe the ache of her long absence, which had been mainly light colours. The elegant black blew you away, exuding a kind of dominance her usual flowing and comfortable clothing choices didn’t.

Your heart fluttered at her blatant admiration; she always knew how to make you feel special, whether it be pet names or compliments. “So do you,” you said as you kissed her back, letting your lips linger on hers. “Let’s go then.”

Yvette drew the kiss out, savouring the taste of your soft, warm lips that had been waiting for her for so long and pulled away only with reluctance, taking your hand in hers as she lead you out of the apartment. You took a cab to the city centre, Yvette’s hand resting on your thigh during the drive as if she needed to have her hands on you at all times. Goosebumps formed on your skin from both the gesture and the thought, and you were already squirming in your seat after not having had her in months; the car ride was dreadfully long.

“Which shop are you going to take me to?” you asked, making conversation.

Having to suppress a grin at how affected you were, she leaned in close to whisper in your ear, her breath caressing the shell of your ear as she spoke. “A very exclusive shop, darling. They have gorgeous dresses. We’re going to find you the perfect one for the premiere. You’ll love it, I promise.”

Her hand remained firm on your thigh, left bare by the pair of elegant black shorts you were wearing. A shiver ran down your spine, thinking she was going to make you into her arm candy for the event. It would be your first public appearance together, so of course she wanted to be a splendid affair.

“You’ll pick for me?”

The cab stopped right in front of the shop and Yvette helped you step out, a smile playing on her lips. “Of course, I will, sweetheart. I’ve got just the vision.”

With a smile playing on her lips, she pulled you into the ship, a lavish and extravagant one. She greeted the shop assistant before heading straight towards the dress section, where she picked out pieces and held them up to you, murmuring to herself as she decided which ones you should try with a critical expression on her face.

“They’re all so expensive,” you pointed out, following her through the aisles.

Yvette chuckled. “Yes, darling. They are,” she said without further explanation. “Try these on and see how they fit you.”

Flustered at being treated to such nice things without there being a proper occasion like a birthday, you stepped into the changing cabin and modelled each one for her while she sipped champagne, sunglasses on the top of her head, until one piqued her interest enough that she was unable to take her eyes off you as you paraded it in front of her.

“Like what you see?” you teased with a twinkle in your eye.

She was completely enraptured by the way the light caught in the white silk and caressed your curves in her stead, eyes roaming up and down your body, making you feel desired in this way only she could. She was practically drooling and was left speechless at first. Her voice came out as a soft moan. “God, darling, you’re breathtaking.”

“That’s the one then,” you said and fished for the price tag. It was ridiculously pricey, and you sent her an incredulous look. “You can’t, be serious, Yvette.”

Noting the look on your face, she laughed gently and swatted your hand away from the tag. “Darling, stop that. I’ll buy it for you.”

Before you could argue, she pulled you close by your waist and put her hand on your hip as she proceeded to plant a series of kisses on your neck. “You look perfect in it. It’s yours.”

You whimpered at the sensation of her mouth on your sensitive skin and grasped her back and couldn’t help yourself but to whisper, “Tell me what you’re going to do to me when we get home…”

Yvette’s smirk grew wider as she felt you cling to her and she proceeded to kiss along your jawline, her tongue running over your pulse point in the process. Her voice took on a sultry, promising tone. “Mmm… Darling, if you want me to tell you, I’ll have to whisper it in your ear… don’t want the staff to hear, do we now?”

You nodded, closing your eyes with a flutter. “Tell me.”

Her tone was low and sultry, hot, a hand slid around to rest on your backside, pulling you even closer as her lips brushed against your ear in little more than a seductive huff of air. “The moment we get back home, I’m going to tear that pretty dress off you,” she left a kiss just below your ear, teeth grazing your earlobe briefly, “and drive you absolutely wild with my tongue.”

“That,” you gasped at the way she touched you, fingering the lapels of her blazer, “sounds promising.”

But you had responsibilities, and so your forced yourself to pull away. “We have a premiere to atttend first, though. So, my dear sugar mommy,” you joked, “buy me that dress. The stylist must already be waiting.”

“Such a spoil sport, hm? Always so sensible…” Yvette let out a little grumble, a pout playing on her lips as you brought distance between the two of you, but didn’t stop you. She grinned as she took your hand, linking her fingers with yours and pulling you away from the changing rooms. “Fine,” she sighed, “Let’s finish here and move on.”

You giggled as she kissed your knuckles before taking everything to the counter. We head back to the hotel, where the stylist is already waiting and dress up, and are subsequently dropped off at the location. Yvette looks stunning in her floor-length dress. It shows off the delicate architecture of her shoulders as there’s only one strap and the split in the bottom half allows for a peek of her slim thigh. I know she’s not too comfortable in stiletto heels this high and unsecured, but they do add to the diamond glam of the ensemble, together with the diamond necklace and earrings.

We pass the crowd as the car pulls up and my hand gets sweaty in hers. “That’s a lot of people…”

Nobody knew about us yet and I’d never been in a relationship with a celebrity before. Yvette tried to keep out of the jet set lifestyle as much as she could and lived like a regular person most of the time, but there always were events to attend, press conferences to hold, where she was confronted with the magnitude of her presence.

“What if they don’t like me?”

She squeezed your hand, catching your gaze with those calm hazel eyes. “Hey, don’t worry that pretty head of yours. They will love you just as much as I do. Just keep smiling and walking. I’ll be with you the whole time.”

You nodded, quiet and apprehensive. Yvette left the car first, then turned around to help you out again while the cameras were already flashing and clicking behind her. When you emerged, astonished noises rippled through the crowd, intensifying when they saw you on Yvette’s arm. It frightened you at first, the flashing lights blinding and the noise overwhelming, but then you noted the pride in Yvette’s smile as she waved to her fans, eager to show you off. She held onto you as she walked you down the red carpet towards the interviewers, and you smile like she’d taught you to, posing whenever you stopped.

After a while, you began to enjoy it, especially to see Yvette striking her skilful poses.

“You’re making it hard to focus when you show off your thigh like that, my love,” you whispered to her, tugging at your own dress while she adjusted hers.

Yvette grinned at your words, pleased with the effect she had on you. Given the mood she seemed to be in, she must be desperate to make you desperate for her. Proving your point, she grabbed you by the hip and pulled you into her side while firing an alluring look into the camera. “You were so needy in that changing cabin… I liked it.”

And now she wanted to get you into that state again.

Yvette’s lustful eyes slipped down your form again in such a way that you could almost feel it like a hand gliding over your body. You struggled to keep your cool, but you had no choice but to contain yourself even if you wanted her all over you. Her hand remained possessive in the small of your back as you strode along the red carpet, pulling all the looks. When we reach the interviewer, you had no doubt there would be all sorts of questions about your relationship rather than the show since Yvette hadn’t been seen with a partner in years.

“Are you ready?” you asked her, likely more concerned than she was.

"Ready as can be. It'll be alright, darling," she said, offering a bright, intimate smile.

She pulled you a little closer until her hip was pressed to yours as the interviewers began their questioning. Her expression settled into one of practised nonchalance as she smiled and nodded with each question.

You surrendered yourself into her guidance and stood quietly by her side, too shy to speak up. The the interviewer asked about you, wanted you to introduce yourself, but your voice was stuck in your throat and your cheeks got hot.

Glancing at you, Yvette noticed your distress and stepped in. "Ah, yes, this is my... darling."

She let the pause linger for a moment, treading carefully since she didn't know how you would like to make your debut, and phrasing her words with care. "… I suppose the best way to introduce this stunning young lady is as my girlfriend."

Your heart made a leap. It was out in the open now.

The interviewers were astonished and stammered something about how they didn’t know Yvette had an interest in women. She took it in a stride and smirked, her expression still calm and collected. She tightened her grip on you, making sure you felt safe with her.

"Yes, that is correct. Um, I've been dating women for a few years now, and," she looked back to you, her features softening as her gaze met yours, warm and filled with adoration, "have finally found someone I’m ready to openly claim."

You could barely breathe, your heart galloping inside your chest as the interviewrs congratulated the both of you and asked whether they could have a kiss for the camera.

Yvette raised an eyebrow at the request, her voice taking on a challenging tone. "A kiss for the camera?" She turned to you, playful now. "What do you say, darling? Shall we give them a kiss?"

"If you make it a good one," you quipped, winking at her.

Yvette bit her lip, her eyes darkening as a hint of that familiar cocky, tone crept into you voice.

"I can make it an excellent one, just for you," she assured, pulling you flush.

Her gaze turned cold as she looked back to the camera and let out a little scoff. "You get one photo. Make it count."

Aroused by Yvette's handling of the press, you let her grab you and pull you into a fervent kiss. The crowd squealed and applauded, and she deepened the kiss to the point of near indecency in response.

The smile against her mouth told Yvette you were enjoying every second of it—and so did she.

"I love you," you murmured agaisnt her lips, proud to be officially claimed by her.

Yvette let herself get thoroughly caught up in the moment, her kiss becoming heated and wanton, her tongue slipping past your lips to explore your mouth. She didn't care about the cameras or the audience screaming their approval, nothing mattered but you in her arms. Not even breaking the kiss for air as she spoke, her voice came out in a rough, breathless mutter to your mouth. "You have no idea how much I want you right now, darling."

Your stomach fluttere and you missed her warmth instantly when you had to part, but you neede to make it through this event before you could begin the few peaceful months you'd have together before Yvette's next project would start filming.

"Oh, look, there’s Levi waiting for us." You pointed to the back, where Yvette's co-star was waving to her. "He doesn’t know we're together either, does he?"

Yvette glanced up as you pointed Levi out, and she smiled at the sight of him. You appraoched him together. "No, he doesn’t know. But he’ll figure it out in a minute."

He glanced back over at you, his expression cheeky and amused as a hint of that familiar teasing glint entered his eyes.

You were surprised by that, but I didn't say anything. Yvette noticed that it gnawed at you though as you approached him.

You'd seen them together giving interviews and couldn't help but feel jealous at times of how close they were and how much time they got to spend together. However, you liked him regardless and were glad that she was in good hands when you couldn't be with her.

Levi greeted you with a hug right away, stealing you from Yvette for a moment. She stepped back and watched the two of you in awe, eyes flickering over your face to gauge your reaction before tapping Levi on the back. "Alright, you. I'd quite like to have my girl back now."

He frowned briefly when Yvette called you her girl and she revealed to him that you'd been together for quite some time. He too couldn't make sense of why she'd kept it a secret, but was polite enough not to bring it up.

The three of you made your way to where the screening would be taking place and you picked seats close to the exit, knowing Yvette didn't like watching herself very much and would like to slip out as during her scenes.

You were caught in the middle between Yvette and Levi as they caught up and you enjoyed watching her eyes crinkle when she laughed and how she'd pinch her nose to prevent a snort. You couldn't love this woman more if you tried.

And as always, she kept a hand on you. First your shoulder, then your wrist, and now your thigh again. It migth not have been deliberate, but as soon as she noticed what she'd been doing, she leaned into it, even more when the lights dimmed and the room fell silent.

It drove you mad and with how flirty she had been during the entirety of the press tour, always talking about sex, you couldn't be sure she wouldn't try something in the dark.

She sensed your desire, of yourse, and began to trace over your thigh, moving further towards the inside as the screening progressed; on the edge between deliberate teasing and genuine comfort.

When your breathing grew heavy, she leaned in and taunted, "Keep yourself together, darling. Wouldn’t want to start anything in a public space like this."

You let out quite the huff at that, knowing exactly the kind of game Yvette was playing. "Who’s the one starting stuff, huh? Last time I checked it was your hand slipping under my dress."

Yvette grinned at your huff; she couldn't resist teasing you further as she gave your supple flesh another purposeful squeeze, moving higher to rest on the bare skin of your upper thigh, where her fingers resumed to brush lightly against your skin.

"Can you really blame me? It’s hard to keep my hands off my pretty babygirl when she’s this close and so eager for me."

You suppressed a moan. That pet name was your weakness, one that Yvette loved to exploit in the most inconvenient situations.

"Please… let us just watch this," you said in a strangled voice. "You can have me all night when we get home, but if you’ll tease me for the next two hours I’ll..."

You lost your train of though when her caresses became more languid. Yvette watched as you squirmed under her touch, her eyelids heavy with desire as you tried to keep your moans from spilling, and a low growl escaped her throat.

"You make it too tempting for me," she said and withdrew her hand with a shaky exhale. "But fine. I'll try to behave myself. Just you wait until we get out of here."

"How come you’re so horny lately? I watched the interviews, it was like you couldn't stop talking about sex!" you pressed through gritted teeth.

Her voice was a low, sultry murmur when she spoke close to your ear. "Oh, darling, I think you know why. Or are you forgetting how riled up you have me, all the time? On those lonely nights far away from you? What is an old lady to do but fantasise about her young lover?"

She let out a little rumble, her eyes raking over your body before flickering back up to your face.

"So gorgeous. How could I not be feral for you, my good, sweet babygirl?

You swatted her thigh. "Don’t do that! You know what it does to me and you said you’d behave yourself for now!"

Yvette couldn't help but chuckle at your pouting, a throaty laugh in her chest, her expression filled with a warm mixture of amusement and affection as she looked at you. But beneath the surface, her eyes remained filled with a raw, primal possessiveness that was barely contained.

"Alright, alright, I’ll be good, I promise. No more babygirl... for now."

With that, you sit through the first episode. But when in the second one a scene came on where Yvette was in bed with her on-screen husband, naked and only wrapped in a sheet, your nerves caught fire. The need for her consumed you, seeing her like that on the big screen stretched before your eyes.

Yvette was well-pleased with herself when she noticed you shifting and gasping next to her. She could practically feel the heat radiating off your body and it only served to stir her lust further.

"Something wrong, babygirl?" Damn her. "You’re fidgeting."

Her fingers drew closer to dangerous territory, bold and relentless, until you folded.

"God, I want you," you hushed to her, endlessly turned on by the scene and her teasing. You couldn't keep it together any longer and grabbed her wrist, pulling her with you. "Bathroom. Now."

Yvette's eyes widened with surprise at your abrupt action, but the desire in your voice caused an immediate rush of heat to her core and she couldn't help but follow your lead. Her heart pounded and her breath came out in a sharp, unsteady exhale.

"You’re going to be the death of me."

-> Chapter 2

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