#digital photgraphy can rock so much how come movies bad?

[senso1954]

jojo abot in kwaku ananse (2013), dir. akusoa adoma owosu

[a-pretty-nerd]

50 Shades of Devon: Part Eight

Devon bostick x reader smut series

Concept: 50 shades of grey…but with Devon Bostick.

A/N: It’s been a little bit, and this being the eighth part, it is now my longest running series. This chapter is the photgraphy smut ya'll originally wanted! As always, your requests and feedback are what keep me goin’!✌❤

Warnings: NSFW, because…sex…and pornography…and bdsm…aaand anal.

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You hadn’t been working as an intern for very long. Perhaps a few months, at most. So when you were told that you would be travelling with the cast and crew to continue filming. You were confused to say the least. Couldn’t they simply hire another intern? And why were you the only intern ask to go?

You sat in Economy class, between two very large and hygiene lacking crew memebers who also worked on the movie. To save time, the majority of the cast and crew flew on the same plane. As a result, you found yourself in a very uncomfortable situation. Once again. Especially when Devon texted you to meet him in the bathroom in five minutes. You never knew he was apart of the mile high club.

He wasn’t. But that didn’t stop him from taking you in the cramp bathroom of the plane. His face stuffed in the crook of your neck, he panted as he finished. Holding you as close as he could. There was something very intimate about it. But also something, extremely terrifying.

The hotel you were out up in, was something of a rat’s nest. Most of the crew, like yourself had to stay there for the few weeks or so while filming occured. Much of which, happened in the gorgeous New England coast side. Filming a scene on the roof of a lighthouse, was probably the most difficult thing, for everyone. By the end of shooting, the majority of cast and crew were ready to get the fuck out of there. Everyone, except for a certain man. Who decided to hide out for a little bit at the very top. When the manager couldn’t find Devon, she asked you to find him. Your legs ached as you walked up the hundreds of stairs all the way up to the deck. The cool, salty, sea air washed over your skin as you stepped up. On the other side of the large light, which was turned off and hidden behind large pieces of glass. A figure stood, leaning against the bar. He looked out onto the serene view over looking the beach. You watched him, as you stepped closer. Stopping a good distance away, not wanting to disrupt his clear, focused state of mind.

“Mr. Bostick?” You ask eventually. His head slowly turns, almost not wanting to look away. He looks into your eyes, and smiles. The sound of the seagulls, and the waves crashing against the land surround the two of you as the wind brushes your hair as it pleases. You look down, and notice something in his hand, a camera. Your cheeks flush at the memory of previous ventures with one.

“My name is Devon, Y/N.” He almost scolds, but yet he has a calm and sweet tone. He gestures for you to walk forward, which you do. You lean on the bar in front of you, and stand next to him. He looks you over, and brushes aside some hair from your face. “May I take a picture of you?” He asks.

“What kind?” You joke, and he huffs in amusement.

“A normal one.”

“Sure.” He stands back, and holds his camera to your back. He directs you to look onto the scene. You hear the ‘eeer eer eer’ and 'click’ of the camera. You go to turn around, but he asks for another one, and you oblige. You turn after two, and he smiles.

“Gorgeous.” He remarks.

“Better than the ones from before?” You ask.

“Nothing is better than the one from before, baby.” He cooes the last word, and leans closer to you. Suddenly he’s not Devon, he’s Master again. He holds your arm and leans in for a kiss.

“We should get going. We’ll get in trouble.” You say, making your way to the door. He sighs.

You spend, maybe a night in your own hotel. One night in particular, Devon requests that you spend the night with him. In the drastically nicer hotel that many of the other actors are put up in. You knock on the door, and unlike any other evening, you’re pulled into the room rather quickly. Devon locks the door behind him, and then leans against it to look at you. Up and down his eyes trail your still clothed body. He’s breathing a little heavily, upon further inspection of his state. He is already hard as a rock, and theres an animal-likeness about him.

“Clothes. Off. Now.” He orders. And you strip for him. You stand there, naked. Goosebumps decorating your skin, and your nipples harden as a result of the cold air. He gives another good hard look at you, and goes to reach down to his cock. Only throw his hand away. He adjusts his posture to stand tall, and walks over to you. He removes his shirt, and tosses to the side. Before looking over you again. “My good girl.” He cooes, gently stroking the back of his hands across your cheek and arms. “You’ll be my good girl tonight. Won’t you?” He asks, and you simply nod. You hear what could have been a soft growl from him. As his hands caress your hips, and slide up your pack. “You reminded me, of those pictures.” He states. “I reviewed them. And somehow, they made me want more.”

“More?” You ask, and he nods slowly. His deep brown eyes staring into yours.

“I brought a few things. I hope you don’t mind.” He smiles, almost cruelly. Leaning in, and kissing your neck. Forcing small gasps from you. “Be my muse. Won’t you?” He asks. You give a nod as you let your eyes close. Giving yourself up to him. “Adda girl.” You hear him step away, and you open your eyes to watch him. He has a few different cases of objects. One, filled with a blindfold, a wip, fabric to tie you up with. The basics of your training. And in another, you watch him put together a digital camera. One of the nice ones, professionals use them. Your heart begins to race.

Suddenly you realise this isn’t a normal session. It’s more of an erotic photo shoot. You ask why he couldn’t till you return home, and he confesses. He wanted to do it in a hotel, because he enjoys the planeness of the room contrasting with you. You has you kneel, and blindfolded. You hear a few clicks. He hands you stand, you hear a click. It starts off, simple. Until you have your hands tied behind your beck. Until you are bent over the bed, with your legs spread. You hear a few clicks. Suddenly, you feel a cold substance drizzled on your backside, and you flinch. He reassures you, its just lube. And he proceeds to practically cover you in it. Producing this shine across your skin. You can almost hear the smile as he talks. You hear a few clicks.

Different positions. Different objects. Within an hour, Devon has teased your properly to the point of beggind. He’s photgraphed you with vibrators, pearls, plugs, dildos, his own figures and tongue. And yet, no release. You whimper helplessly as you hear his shift off of the bed. Leaving you there, tied with your hands behind your back.

“M-Masterrr…” You whine.

“What, darling?” He knows what he’s doing, the bastard.

“Please.” He chuckles cruelly.

“Please, what?”

“Please…make me cum.” You pleased, and you hear another click.

“Had enough, huh? Hmmm. Well. Since you’ve been such a good girl, I’ll let you choose with what I’ll make you come with.”

“Your cock.” You moan without hesitation. No matter how many toys, nothing could compare to the way that man fucks you. To the way he holds you. You should have seen him. Almost surprised. Then it’s replaced with utter pleasure. As he sets the camera down at the side if the bed, and you feel him move over you.

“You want my cock?” He asks, and you nod again. “Mmmhh can’t get enough of me, can you?” He asks, and you shake your head. He hooks his arms under your thighs, and pulls you up and close. He pulls himself out of hi pants, and slowly incerts himself into you. You gasp, as the aching feeling in only hightended. You hear a click. He pulls you closer onto his length so that he as deep as possible. Pushing on cervix gently. Before he suddenly starts to move.

He begins fucking you, making your cry out in pleasure into the hotel room. The idea that others may hear, other actors and staff my hear come to mind. You bite your lip to prevent yourself.

“Let them hear.” Devon growls. “Let them hear you.” He demands. You let yourself go, allowing yourself to cry out Devon’s name. He smiles at this, and removes your blindfold. As his hips smack against yours, he leans in for a deep, passionate kiss. “Thats it baby. Scream my name.” He sucks your neck as he holds your to pound into you. The tightness in your stomach is too much to bare.

“I-I’m gonna cum!” You cry out in reflex to your training. Devon’s body swings back and he grabs the camera. Snapping a picture as the ecstacy washes over you. Capturing your expression in such a moment. For a second, you worrry your look bad. Until you Devon pull out, and plunge his cock into your ass. Thank god, he had prepared you for the moment. Another picture as your eyes go wide in response. “Oh! God!” You cry as he proceeds to fuck you more. Your used pussy confulses from pleasure as the odd sensations course throught you. Before you know it, youre cumming again.

“Sh-Shit.” Devon curses, and you can tell him his expression. He’s more than close. You feel his twitch as he cums inside your ass. “Ohhhh fuck thats it.” He cooes, as he puts the camera down, and caresses your body to calm the both of you. Panting, he pulls out, and lays down on top of you.

“Devon?” You ask after a moment.

“Mh?”

“You’ve never let me call you that in the bedroom before.” You note. “And just now you had me scream it.” He takes a moment, and thinks about it.

“You’re right.”