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romanoffsbish · 2 years ago

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This Could Be Fun…💋

Florence Pugh x Fem!Reader

Smut: Thigh riding (R), Choking(R), Fingering (R), Face-Riding(F), Double-Ended Strap(R/F), Light Role-Play(Yelena 🤪), Squirting(R), Jealousy, Mommy(F), Good Girl(R), Really soft shit, and kinda humorous if you squint.

Minors DNI | 18+ |

Anon Request: Hi can I request a Florence Pugh X Fem Reader where Reader accidentally told Florence that her favourite character that Florence played is Yelena. So one day when Florence finished filming for a Yelena scene, she went home with the costume and talked in a Russian accent and R is turned on, thank you!

I realize now that I kinda deviated in how Flo found out, but I promise the core concept of reader being horny for Yelena is there 😂

“My beautiful girl, can you bring the popcorn?" Florence calls out to you from the couch, she'd already gotten rather comfy in the cocoon of blankets, and couldn't be bothered to get up. "Already on it baby." You announce as you're settling down beside her with the bowl, an array of candy and two ice cold cans of Cola.

Florence softly smiles at you, admiring your soft, beautiful features, and efficient nature. Leaning forward she makes a move for the popcorn, but she'd really been on the move to steal a kiss. Your shocked squeaks lead her to giggle into the kiss, and she soon pulls back triumphantly, her heart absolutely fluttering at the sight of your adoring expression, lips now tingling, and with a hand covered in butter.

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"Shall we begin then?" Florence smirks to herself at the residual shock that laces your tone, she opts for reaching over you to grab the remote, pressing play in silent confirmation, leaning into your side and fixing her gaze to the screen as your Marvel movie marathon begins.

Once the bowl of popcorn had been finished Florence laid against the back of the couch, her hands tugging at your shirt so you fall in line. Instantly melting into her embrace, and lacing your fingers with her own over your abdomen. Moments like this are everything to the actress, filming tends to take her away a lot, so in the rare softer moments like these she soaks it up; it's no secret, you've always been her safety net.

Your job is equally as tiring, so she knows just how much it's taking for you to even keep your eyes open long enough to watch the sequence of all of 'Natasha's best films' as you requested, and being the Scarlett stan that Florence is she had no problem conceding to the request. Currently though she'd been forced to watch herself traipsing around the screen, and as much as she loves her acting gig there's just something odd about seeing yourself up there.

In an act of avoidance her eyes instead fell to your calmed face, your obviously tired eyes managing to still hold such attention as you watched your long time lover on the screen. Florence herself hadn't realized it yet, but as much as you loved Natasha, Yelena had been the focus of your current affection, something about your girlfriend in the skin tight suit flawlessly kicking ass, coupled with her deep Russian accent had you feeling things.

Granted, you'd both been far too exhausted to handle those sorts of needs, but it didn't stop your bodies squirming whenever she'd do something on screen that caught your eye. Florence was a bit perplexed at your sudden inability to stay still, but even in her exhausted state she began to notice a pattern within your movements—you were turned on, and had she not caught your eyes shamelessly transfixed upon Yelena's—her—body she might've even been offended, but she now found herself beyond excited.

A great amount of devious thoughts flooded her mind while you finished the movie off, none the wiser to your girlfriends findings. Florence's hand covered yours on the remote, "Baby love, I think it's time we call it a night.," Your lazy grumblings of refusal were met by her deep laughter, the natural rasp doing nothing at all to satiate the built up tension between your legs, and she knew it too.

"We both work tomorrow morning, and if we watch another movie then you'll be a grump.," You roll around in her hold to tiredly glare at her, and she audibly aww's at the sight of you. "Goodness Y/N/N, you're just so adorable.," Her laughter only increased when your glare deepened, and you tried to escape her grasp.

"'M not adorable, I'm a monster, hear me roar." You tiredly slurred, a pathetic whimper meant to be a roar falling from your lips, and Flo just stares at you with wide eyes., "Yeah, you're my tired, adorable baby, close your eyes now...," Her hand then rubbing soothing circles against your temple cuts your deluded protests off, and an accomplished smile overtakes her features.

"I love you Lena.," Florence holds back a snort so that she doesn't give way to your slip up, no, she plans to instead use it to her later benefit. "I love you too Y/N/N...," she observes your tired smile as she places a kiss to your temple, then she too slips into a blissful nights rest.

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Florence had been so busy all month long that you'd barely had a chance to see her since the movie marathon, and it's been nothing short of dreadful for you, waking up alone most days, and craving the warmth of your lover always. Between her prolonged days of shooting her newest Marvel project, to doing a press tour for her upcoming movie with the likes of Zendaya she'd barely been home.

Not to mention that when she was home she'd usually only have time to eat, sleep, and lest we forget torture you as she lived her day to day speaking in her entirely too hot Russian accent so that it'd be consistent when she was filming. Your need for her only being heightened every time she spoke to you with said inflection. Little did you know Florence saw every time you squeezed your thighs, or held your breath, and she was having the time of her life teasing. Truthfully, she couldn't wait for the day she could finally have you, and thankfully, today was her final day on set, she told you she'd be home a little later than expected, but that she should at least be home in time for dinner.

So, you'd then spent all day preparing for the reunion, cringing as you cleaned up around the forgotten about house, then again when you spent the early evening pampering yourself. Now, you're stood in the kitchen recreating one of her 'Cooking with Flo's' recipes for her, and recording the whole thing too, all while dressed in only a gorgeous red, lacy pair of lingerie.

Once satisfied with the food, having seasoned her wrap fillings with a tinge more spice than your own you'd wrapped them up and settled them into the fridge. Then you headed off upstairs to change, or better yet, to throw something onto your body, because as much as you'd love to be taken on arrival you also felt like slowly wooing her would be equally as fun.

A black halter top dress that left you braless, and tightly squeezed against your body in all the right places is what you settled on wearing for the at home dinner with your girlfriend. Adding on a select few silver pieces to entice the woman's gaze upon your breasts and hands. Finally, settling on a bare face as Flo has told you she very much preferred you that way, your lips the only thing glistening as you'd applied just a thin layer of clear gloss.

With a last look over you sighed at the sight of yourself, the anticipation for what's to come filling you with an anxious excitement as you made your way down the stairs; collecting the food, two flutes, and a ice bin with a bottle of merlot tucked within as you made your way to the shaded patio to patiently await your lover.

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Florence was as quiet as a mouse when she finally entered the house, shh-ing the awaiting dog, then making sure the coast was still clear as she quietly ran up the stairs. The only reason she was even running late was because she'd been planning to pull a Scarlett Johansson, and had to wait until Hailee texted her the all clear before she sprinted off to her car with the stolen goods, instantly throwing it into drive, and smirking the whole way home as she'd successfully completed her heist.

Shooting off a text, "I'm about twenty minutes out my love, I'll meet you out back. 😘❤️," she then set her phone with live footage of the deck onto the counter of your shared bathroom. Nerves of all sorts causing her skin to itch and burn as she squeezed her body back into the tight suit she'd adorned for months on end, and it never seemed to get any easier either. Yelena's signature rings were her own pieces, so they'd remained on her fingers all day.

The only dilemma the woman was met with was the length of her hair, it wasn't long anymore, so the typical braid wasn't an option. Fortunately for her though you loved her short locks, so there was no need to waste her time with applying extensions. If anything, you're getting an exclusive Yelena that no one else ever will, so she settled on slicking her hair back, applying a thick layer of eyeliner followed by a pink tinted gloss, then she left the room with a spritz of cologne and a cheeky smile.

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Florence was running a tad bit late for your liking, as dinner was usually at 7:30 at the latest since both of your bedtimes had slowly gotten earlier as the years had flown on by. You'd no longer been the carefree idiots who spent their nights dancing away their sleep, to then spend their mornings chugging down coffee before racing off to your respective jobs. No, now you two spend your nights inside, watching movies, or entertaining new hobbies. Like Florence's newest obsession with knitting, at this point you already had a new set of Fall attire.

Nevertheless, you both have the next week off, so with what you'd already had in mind for tonight the bedtime wasn't much of an issue. Still, it was approaching eight o'clock, and your patience was wearing thin the longer you were left to stare at the enticing bottle, so you popped it open and poured yourself a glass.

"Oh detka... What ever happened to patience? Thought you were my good girl," Your spine straightened as her low, accented voice sent shivers throughout the entirety of your body. Florence took great pleasure in seeing just how quickly she could have you begging for her if she played all her cards right tonight.

Florence takes a few long strides in your direction, hands on your shoulders to keep you facing away, not wanting the reveal to happen just yet., "Dinner smells good moya lyubov'.," she whispers into your ear, smirk present as she places a soft kiss behind your ear, loving the way you squirm under her touch entirely too much at the Russian terms of endearment.

"I-I made your famous lettuce wraps, why don't you take a seat, and I'll pour you a glass." You stutter as Florence's lips brush across your bare shoulders, and you are encased in the aroma that is your favorite cologne of hers., "How considerate of you honey...," She purrs, lips parting to harshly suck at your warm skin, and pulling a shocked moan from your throat.

Florence drags her hand over the freshly marked skin, goosebumps rising as the cold metal moves across the heated surface, and she smiles, appreciating how reactive your body is. "Sit now and there might even be a show...," you lowly tease, finally getting your mind in check, Florence slowly pulls away from you, totally admiring your renewed confidence, "Ooh, dinner and a show, color me intrigued.,"

Slowly she moves around the table, smirking with her back to you when she hears you gasp. Your mouth had suddenly run dry at the sight of your lover in her suit, the accent and pet names all making sense now as you see her. Her short blonde hair was slicked back with a little volume added to her bangs, giving her a soft look that completely contradicted the way she was carrying herself in the suit. It was as if her confidence had transcended it's normal bounds, and as hot as it was, it was not helping you keep your cool in the slightest.

Slamming back your wine you quickly pour yourself another, then move to fill hers as she settles in her seat across from you wearing a smug smile. You somehow manage to avert your gaze from the alluring woman sat before you, moving about silently to serve the food, and just as you were about to take your seat Florence yanks you into her lap, chuckling lowly as you squeal, and then within the next second she's pulling you into a deep kiss, her tongue shoving it's way into your mouth while her hands felt you up over your thin dress.

"The food smells delicious honey..." Florence cooly compliments, as if she's completely unaffected after making out with you, while you're left there sat on her lap gasping for air. You want nothing more than to make her squirm, so once you regain some composure you shift around in her lap, the hand on your hip telling you vacating completely wasn't exactly an option., "Thank you Flossy..."

Florence began to eat her lettuce wrap, a moan of approval falling right against your ear as she leans over you to keep the both of you clean. Her every attempt at making you squirm was beyond effective, and it was getting annoying. While she was distracted you reached across the table to grab your phone, pulling up the video., "Flo, I did promise you a show..."

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You're stood in the kitchen, a perplexed expression on your face as you settled the phone down, and as soon as you were sure it's recording you're smiling like a total dork., "Hello everybody, welcome back to another cooking with Y/N/N!" You shriek towards the camera., "Today we'll be making my beautiful girlfriend, Florence Pugh's, famous lettuce wraps, but first, let me tell you..." You pause, fanning yourself down with your hand for emphasis., "It's really fucking hot in here...,” Then with a rather smooth movement your oversized shirt is flying across the kitchen, revealing your new lingerie set, a deep shade of red that reflects against you perfectly.

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Florence's hand harshly grips at your hip, her other reaches out to pause the video, and a harsh breath is released., "Detka, care to define everybody...," You giggle over a bite of your food., "Oh, wouldn't you like to know...," you shift in her lap until your noses are touching., "Tell me Flossy, what if I told you I was on live, how would that make you feel honey? Knowing that everyone else saw what was yours.."

Florence's hand swiftly wraps around your throat, squeezing harshly to cut your taunting off, and as you gasp she pulls you in for a possessive kiss, "Don't fuck with me on this.," she growls against your lips, and you whimper when she bites your bottom lip harsh enough to draw blood., "I-It was just for you Flo..."

She releases her hold on your throat, and pulls back with an accomplished smirk., "Good girl.," Florence chuckles as you whine with obvious need, leaning over you she presses play on your phone, then her hand lands atop of your thigh, and you sigh, knowing damn well it's nowhere close to an innocent touch.

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With a knife in hand you begin to chop up the fillings: tomatoes, mushrooms, zucchini, and garlic, then just as you finished dicing it all up you leaned onto the chopping block. Your breasts were spilling over the edge of your brazier., "You know, the thing I love most about this dish is just how simple it is.," you smile softly as you slide all the fillings into an already sizzling pan, and then you lift your glass of water to your lips., "Really, all I had to do was cut up a few vegetables, and voilà."

You settled your glass on the counter when your playlist landed on Naughty Girl by Beyoncé., "I love this song!," and your hips immediately began to move along to the beat.

"Tonight I'll be your naughty girl, I'm callin' all my girls, we're gonna turn this party out.," You sing along, "I know you want my body.," your hands travel slowly over your breasts, slightly pushing them to cause them to briefly spill out, then down your abdomen before you spin around and give her a teasing view of your ass.

You spin right back around, throwing a sweet wink to the camera., "I love to love you baby (I love to love you baby)...," then you're slowly returning to the stove to stir up the nearly finished food while still unconsciously moving along with the beat., "See? Easy peasy..."

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While watching the scandalous dancing her right hand not so subtly made its way up your leg, and under your dress as you'd expected. She gasped when her hand discovered your, bare, wet core, "Fuck, you're such a whore.," Florence used both of her hands to manhandle you until your dress was bunched up at your hips, a loud moan leaving your throat as your cunt is pressed into her leather covered thigh., "Moya krasivaya angel, ride my thigh...," she breathlessly whispered into your ear, her lips latch onto your shoulder, sucking harshly in a feverish attempt to mark you up, as her hands then rose up to pull your dress down from the top as well, blindly grasping at your breasts.

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You finished plating up the lettuce wraps, lifting the plate up to show off the final product to the camera, smiling proudly as you did., "I'm adding some hot sauce to this set because my sweet girl like's it a bit spicy..." You playfully muse, winking at the camera before blowing your love a kiss and ending the video.

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"Oh fucking hell.," You groan, the leather of her suit now drenched as you fall over the edge and into a state of bliss., "Well damn detka, how am I going to return this suit back to the set now?" Florence taunts, her own accent briefly slipping through as she can't exactly contain her amusement., "Don't.," you quietly plead, and her eyebrows furrow at your unwavering attraction to the Russian spy she plays on screen., "Listen honey, I know you love Yelena, but I don't think I can really compete."

It was playful enough, but the insecurity was still lying somewhere beneath her words so you shifted, groaning as your sensitive folds were made to slide across the leather as you did so., "Oh lovey, there's absolutely no competition.," you coo, hands cupping her cheeks to pull her into a soft kiss., "I love you both the same.," you then teasingly whispered against her lips, bursting into laughter when she pushed you backwards and stood up with you in her arms.

Grumbling the entire way into your house you couldn't fight the way her unnecessary jealousy had amused you., "Oh Flossy, I promise my love for Yelena is only face value, and that's because she shares your likeness... Please, let's get you out of the suit, and I'll show you just how much you mean to me my sweetest girl..."

She failed to respond to you, leaving you to ponder if she'd actually been hurt by your previous statements., "Flo?," she ignored you, tossing your barely covered form onto the bed, then straddled you as best she could before her lips were slamming into yours with clear purpose, her tongue sliding into your mouth while her strong hands rip the offensive dress pooling at your hips in half, and you whimper as a new wave of arousal courses throughout your body at her show of pure strength.

Every simple touch of hers sends your nerves alight, and you find it exceptionally hard to breathe once her fingers collect your wetness that's been slowly dripping onto the sheets, and without much warning her digits slide right into your awaiting cunt, your warm walls more than welcoming as they suck her right in., "Shit!" She curses, pulling away from your lips and trailing her kisses down your jawline as her fingers continue to brutally pump into you.

Already sensitive from your previous orgasm it doesn't take long for the blonde to build you up, and she knows it to by the way your hips are moving against her thrusts, and by just how shaky each breath you take in is. Not wanting to miss this one she trails her kisses back up your jaw, then after placing a firm kiss to your lips, and enjoying the way you can barely keep up with her she leans on her elbow to see you.

Watching every twitch of your face when she rubs against that spot deep within you, and with her own needs emerging she didn't hold back anymore, her pace increased, the sounds of your wetness filling the room along with your never ending string of moans as her thumb began to rub fast circles on your clit. "Come on, let go for me detka, I want you to come undone all over mommy's fingers.,"

As soon as the words left her mouth your walls were fluttering around her fingers, the title having always been like her secret weapon., "That's right honey, look at you fucking my hand, always trying to be mommy's good girl.," Your legs were shaking as she slammed her fingers into you against the building resistance, your back arching off the bed as your vision became spotted, and with a final scream that left your throat burning your orgasm had ripped right through you, and drenched the woman's hand.

Florence watched in absolute awe as your body trembled beneath hers until you were suddenly falling slack against the mattress, and then her eyes were fixated on the slick that covered her fingers as she slowly pulled them out of you., "Fuck..." she was absolutely reeling as she popped them into her mouth, your delicious arousal coating the entirety of her tastebuds.

Florence felt the wetness pooling between her legs steadily increasing at the sight of your blissed out face, a truly uncomfortable feeling when one is wearing a skintight leather suit. Every little noise you made only made her that much needier, "Fuck! I'm going to ride that pretty little face of yours, and then I'm going to leave you a babbling mess as I fuck you dumb with my cock, sound good printsessa?"

The blonde laughs, a deep raspiness settling within her tone as she watched you violently nod in agreement., "Use your words...," you then took in a set of deep breaths, still trying to recover yourself., "Please mommy, I want you to ride my face, want to taste you so bad.," Florence groans, lips latching onto yours while your shaky hands fidgeted with the zipper of her suit, eventually managing to push it all the way down, but getting it all off of her proved more difficult than either of you anticipated.

Florence leaned back, straddling you as she fought to get her arms out of the clingy fabric, you watched on excitedly as her breasts fell free, and it took all of your strength not to reach up and grab onto them, Florence smirked down at you when she realized what you'd wanted, but her unrelenting need to have your tongue deep inside of her temporarily overruled your mouth around her nipples.

"Shit!" She cursed, jumping off the bed to shimmy out of the remaining piece of the suit, and sighing once a stream of cold air rushed over her heated core. Florence went to climb back into the bed, but she managed to trip over the heap of leather on the floor, squealing as her upper body landed on the mattress.

Your pure laughter truly warmed her heart, and melted away the budding annoyance. "What's so funny?," she asked in faux anger, her face now hovering above yours as she had finally managed to climb back onto the bed. Your eyes widened, "That's what I thought." After a quick peck to your lips, and a reassuring wink she was now smiling down at you as her puffy, dripping cunt hovered over your chin., "Go on now baby, show mommy just how much she means to you.," you didn't have to be told twice either, your arms anchored around her thighs to hold her down, and your tongue licked a broad stripe through her folds, moaning as soon as you got a taste of your lovers sweet arousal.

Florence wasted no time in meeting your tongues efforts either, grinding down and smearing her abundant arousal all over your face, and your mind was absolutely blissed out. If there was one place you'd like to be for the rest of your life it was between Flo's thighs, and the woman loudly moaning above you had no pending complaints with the idea either.

With every delicious thrust, and swirl of your tongue Florence's hips would grind in rhythm, and once you managed to angle your face it was a wrap for the woman; your nose managing to rub against her clit in just the right way that had her screaming your name as her body lurched forward into the headboard, and had her releasing into your mouth.

After you'd managed to gather every last bit of her arousal until she was whimpering mess atop of you she slowly removed herself, and climbed down the bed until her lips could meet yours for a slow kiss, a far cry from every other shared tonight, and the love was overflowing. Her tongue swirled around the roof of your mouth, remnants of your arousal still remained on her tongue as she got a taste of her own when her tongue slowly slid around yours.

Once Florence was content with the soft moment shared she slowly pulled back, chuckling when your lips began to chase hers, "Oh sweet girl, I'm about to fucking ruin you..." You barely had time to register her words before she was clambering off the bed and to the drawer full of toys where she collected the thick, harness-less double ended strap, slipping her end in with relative ease, but groaning all the same at the sudden fullness she felt.

Her eyes were blown out when she stared at you from beside the bed, slowly approaching you as if you were her prey meant for nothing less than devouring, and honestly, in the moment it was not an untrue statement. Florence slowly climbed back into the bed, with far more grace this time around, and her eyes never lost sight of your own, internally beaming at the healthy fear that was settled beneath your outwardly calmed stare.

“Look at mommy’s good girl, patiently waiting for me to give you what you need… Color?” Your body shivered at the thought of her earlier promises., “Green mommy…,” Flo smirked at your eagerness, and with an unannounced quick thrust she’d bottomed out inside of you. “Fuck!” Your hands were quick to grip onto her shoulders, nails digging into her skin, and the pain of it all was quickly overlooked by the both of you when she began to rock her hips.

Florence’s pace was nothing short of brutal, and when you had managed to latch onto her nipple as it continuously flitted over your mouth with each harsh thrust of her hips she found she was able to fuck into you even faster. The blonde was near the edge again, and with how tightly you were clinging to her strap she knew you were too, but she wanted to see you coming undone, so without warning she used her strong arms to flip the both of you., “Ride my cock baby, come on, I know you can do it.”

Somehow you managed to find the strength to rise up, your mouth relinquishing it’s hold on her breast, and your hands then replaced it as you used them for leverage when you began to bounce. Florence’s hands were quick to aide you, settling on your hips as she guided you over her cock whenever your movements so much as faltered. The view of you never failed to keep her aroused, your blitzed out face, your gorgeously bouncing tits, and your pussy that was completely devouring the strap was more than enough to push her over the edge when the strap rubbed against her just right.

Her back arched off the bed, and her hips thrusted up into you so harshly that you fell forward with a scream, your lover was still able to catch you in her dizzy state, and was quick to twist and slam you into the mattress again. Fucking you through your orgasm, and sending you directly into the buildup for the next one, and her never faltering hips got you there fast. In her attempts to prolong, and reach another high of her own she actually had you on the verge of passing out.

Florence was absolutely stunned when after another few thrusts she felt your arousal as it drenched her thighs, and the bed beneath. Coupled with your distant, glazed over eyes, and incoherent babbles, it had her keeping to her promise and then some. The fact that you just squirted left her feeling accomplished, and was so fucking hot that she collapsed into your body as her high came crashing right over her.

While your muscles continued to lightly spasm, and your eyes were closed your girlfriend slowly crawled out of the bed, disposing of the drenched strap, as she then ventured off into the bathroom on shaky legs on a hunt for a warm washcloth so she could clean you up. When she returned she found you blankly staring up at the ceiling, your chest having somewhat returned to a normal rise and fall, and she slowly made her presence known with a finger tracing over your thigh.

“Hey sweet girl, I need to clean up…” She cooed, then with a nod from you she ran the cloth over you, starting with your face, followed up by your thighs, and with a hand on your hip to hold you down she lightly ran the rag over your most sensitive parts., “Shh, it’s okay love.”

Then she lifted you off the bed, placing you on the toilet while she expertly exchanged the bedding out, and returned to the restroom with your favorite shirt of hers, and a pair of panties that she quickly dressed you in before handling the remainder of both of your nightly hygiene. As fast as she’d removed you, she had returned you to the comfort of your shared bed, then after dressing herself she climbed in beside you, and ran her fingers down the side of your body while watching your eyes slowly regaining a semblance of consciousness.

“That was so fucking hot Flo, I never realized you’d figured out all about my secret crush.” You managed to say as you finally came back to earth, and the blonde cackled as she stared you down., “Baby, it was kind of hard not to notice when you squirmed every time I came onto the screen.” You giggled, and attempted to bury your face into the pillow, but she was quick to stop you, cupping your cheeks and gently pecking your lips.

“Ooh, maybe I can dress up for you next time!,” Florence snorted loudly against your shoulder, “Yeah? As who?,” You quirked your brows as you gave it a good pondering., “Princess Leia?” Florence burst into a fit of laughter., “Baby, since when have I ever shown interest in her?”You shrugged, burrowing further into the bed as you adoringly stared up at your girlfriend with those beautiful, tired eyes of yours.

Florence noticed your exhaustion, and the ways you were desperately trying to fight it. She leaned forward to softly kiss your forehead, followed by your nose, then finally your lips., “We’ll revisit this later baby; for now let’s get some sleep, and come morning we’ll take a relaxing bath together then order in, okay?” You nodded gratefully, nuzzling into her, and placing a kiss to her neck as you settled in.

“Goodnight my love.,” Florence coos, lips gentle as they lay a kiss to the top of your head., “Goodnight Lena.,” you tiredly mumble, and your girlfriend huffs when she thinks you’ve subconsciously chosen her character once more, but your uncontainable laughter, and shaking body lead way to the truth., “You’re such an asshole!,” she groans as she pushes away from you, but you do your best to hold her tight.

“Yeah, but I’m you’re asshole…” She hums, resettling into the spot beside you as she pulls you close, “That you are, my lovable ass.” You chuckle., “Goodnight Flossy, I love you.,” The blonde smirks., “and I love you too detka…”

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two-red-lungs · 3 years ago

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Eddie falls asleep during a movie one night and you don't mind it at all you just keep holding him and watching your film but after a bit he starts making these pitiful lil noises and squirming and he just coos a "please" in his sleep and his brows furrow and you realize he's having a wet dream.

UGHHH the way I THROBBED at this. It deserves its own fic. I'm going I'm doing it I'm GOING-

"Good Dreams, Munson?" (Eddie x Fem!Reader NSFWish)

The black and white movie rattled on. Witty dialog, funny costumes, dry humor, the works. You had to hand it to Eddie: you thought his taste in music was horrible, but his taste in films was pretty decent.

Who didn't like "Young Frankenstein", after all?

Eddie was fully slumped against you at this point. The guy slept like a scarecrow, all gangly limbs and sprawl. His head rested face-up in your blanket-covered lap, one arm hanging off the couch, his legs hanging over the armrest. Eyes flickering back and forth underneath his lids: lost in dreamland.

You pressed your lips together to keep from smiling. Indica always put him down, if he smoked enough. When the movie ended, you fully planned to ease yourself out from under his head, drape your couch blanket over him, and leave his blissfully unaware ass to sleep it off till the morning.

Eddie shifted his weight. He huffed: slow and soft, the curly hair by his mouth shivering. You ignored it. The movie continued to rattle on. He shifted again. Resettled his legs. Grunted. But your eyes were glued to the screen- you barely even noticed.

You only noticed when his occasional, soft grunt turned to a low, breathy groan. The kind that rattled in his diaphragm. The sort of noise that sent a reactionary zing up your spine. You glanced down at him, scanning the length of his sleeping body, in his tight jeans and worn band tee.

And you froze.

He was hard. The front of his pants bulged, dark fabric so tight it looked almost painful. And when Eddie softly squirmed again, hips canting up, your name falling weakly from his lips, it clicked.

Jesus Christ. Eddie Goddamn Munson was having a wet dream right in front of you.

“Please...” He said softly. His face was right below yours, on your lap. Facing up at you blindly: his dark brows were knit down in focus. “Mmm. Please.”

The words stirred something delicious and spicy and hot inside you, and you panicked. Oh god. He was on your lap. He was on your lap, and he was asleep and he was moaning your name. His hips occasionally rotated, seeking friction he’d never find in the open air.

Was he dreaming about fucking you? About your warm hands? Your soft lips?

Did have any idea how much you wanted him to be?

“Haah... ‘s good. Hmm.” He muttered again, lips parting softly. His head was so warm on your lap, so close to where you were now throbbing, watching him twitch and move and idly hump the empty darkness.

You bit down on the meat of your thumb. Christ. Christ. This was torture. Your friend, the loudmouthed long-haired metal menace you’d always found hot as sin, was now getting off in a dream, his dick twitching under denim only a foot away from you. You had to do something. Had to do anything.

“Eddie.” You voice came out dry the first time. You swallowed hard, putting a hand on his shoulder. Gently shaking him. “Eddie. Uh. Eddie?” His skin was so warm under his thin shirt: it bled through the cotton into your palm. “Eds. Wake up.”

Eddie jerked, and his eyes squeezed. He blinked blearily, frowning in confusion. When he raised his head slightly out of your lap, getting his bearings, his face moved into the light: god, his cheeks were splotchy with flush. “Hmm?” He grunted out hoarsely, one ringed hand rubbing at his eyes.

“You were, um. Having a dream. I thought I should, uh... probably wake you up.” Your voice was wobbling. You couldn’t help it: your heartbeat was fucking slamming in your nethers.

At your words his brow bunched up. Those big dark eyes looked down, down, down... and landed on the almost comedic tenting of his pants. “Oh shit!” Eddie squawked out, and before you knew it he was lurching out of your lap and rearing up, scrambling for a pillow and jamming it down over himself.

He looked down at the pillow. Looked up at you. Down at the pillow again, that tongue trapped between two plush lips. “I’m so sorry, man. Jesus. I didn’t mean to... good christ.” He dragged a hand down his mortified expression. “That wasn’t. I can’t control it, okay, it’s just- I never would’ve-”

“Seemed like a pretty good dream to me.” You spoke over him.

His eyes were big black pools in the low light. “...What?” He said weakly.

Oh man, nerve lost. “Y- You know. Because you were... you know?”

Eddie cupped his entire face in his hand. Between his fingers you could see his deep, red blush. “Oh my god.”

“You just seemed like you were enjoying it-”

“Stop talking. Just- just stop.”

You stopped.

God, it was so awkward. It was just so... you couldn’t help the incredulous laugh that bubbled out of your chest. It cracked your lips open. After a few seconds, in the dark of the evening, Eddie joined in with a low, disbelieving chuckle. Together you chortled at just how fucking stupid and uncomfortable and subtly arousing the whole affair was.

The movie ended, and you were left thinking about how much easier it would be to look him in the eye tomorrow if you hadn’t come over in the first place.

Maybe, at least then, you wouldn’t want to fuck Eddie so goddamn badly.

#unresolved tension my beloved #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #minors dont look #my writing

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indouloureux · 3 years ago

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basically you and Joseph are good friends since being cast together on s4. he comes over to your sleeping place one day, and asks you on advice on telling a girl he's known for a while that he likes her. little does oblivious reader know that the girl is us👹. basically you give him advice (choice), and he thanks you and walks out. in legit a minute he walks back into your house and does the thing you advised him to do.

I apologize for the crappy writing, I thought this scenario up at 3 am

THIS IS REALLY FUCKING CUTE SUKSJSKSJS

when he asked if he could come over and "hang out," you don't expect him to be standing like a lost, nervous child in front of you, with his hands on his sides and head ducked low, eyes on his gently tapping feet.

"what's up?" you say, cautiously, like one wrong word and he'd snap into something preternatural.

joseph's head lifts, wide and glossed with nervousness. he offers you what is a forced smile, laughing dryly before he sits on the couch beside you, patting his sweaty palms onto the denim of his jeans. so wet that they'd grown darker than their usual color.

"so, um, i need...advice," he begins, scratching the hair behind his ear. "it's um- relationship. related."

your heart drops to your feet, shattering on the carpeted floor because it didn't need the porcelain tiles to break it's structure. like a film reel does imaginations of joseph with someone else flip like a lugubrious flashback, but you manage to put a feigned surprised smile on your face.

"oh!" you raise your eyebrows. "tell me."

"i want to, um, ask this girl out," he laughs nervously, almost too forced like he's reliving a faux pas inside his head. "she's um, i think you know her."

"well, i hope i do," you match his de rigueur smile, top teeth poking out between your two pink lips to at least show him how genuinely happy you are. and you really are. really, really fucking happy. "because then it'll be easier to know if they'll treat my friend right."

friend friend friend

fucking friend.

"hah. well, um, she's really close with us," joseph's looking at your lap, hand stops scratching the spot behind his ear to gesticulate into the air. "she's, er, really nice. very kind. humor is out of this world. i really think she's the only person who can make me laugh hard other than my dad and, well, jamie."

you bite the scream that tries to escape, maybe you're even trying not to strangle him at the mention of some different girl making him laugh harder than you do. "what else?"

"she makes these, like, pastas that taste horrible but somehow i still love it because, well, she made it," he smiles, shoulder's relaxing into a slump. "we like to— she indulges in all my food tomfoolery. she listens like, like i'm the most important person in the world and...she's the only person who can truly understand me."

you wonder what his words could break if your heart's already broken down his feet. maybe its your lungs, the way the pain tightens the passage and hinders air coming through. or your stomach and the incessant pit that's forming down there. maybe your fingers as you clench them tightly to stop yourself from harming anything.

because after all this time, you thought you'd been that person he's talking about. turns out you were just delusional — your naive self grasping onto the hope that he might have felt the same, when in reality that hope's linked to a chain that leads into a void; where you wish you could fall into than fall for him endlessly despite the pain.

"that's, that's great, jo," you swallow the thorns around your throat, clearing it off. "w-what's the advice again?"

"i wanna ask her out."

"great!" you scratch your eye, joseph watching right on the corner of your vision. "um, well, obviously you have to buy her flowers. or something that she likes, like chocolate? maybe, if she wants that. then knock on her door and ask her out because asking someone over text is just really lazy."

joseph nods, taking a huge puff of breath, the slapping of his hands on his knees snapping you out of your miserable daze. "smart. great thinking. you're really smart, love."

before you say anything, he's pressing a quick, burning kiss on your temple, the aftermath of his fire still sizzling on your skin. he stands up as well, crossing over the carpeted floor in quick strides that by the time you had registered what he's done, he's already putting his coat on.

"wait, where are you going?"

"i'm gonna ask her out."

"today?" he nods. "i thought we were gonna hang out?"

"i'm sorry but i just, really need to do this," he gives you a sad smile. you stand up from the couch, joseph spraying alcohol on his hands before he twists the doorknob. "i'll see you tomorrow, though!"

the word stutters in your mouth, useless when he disappears behind your door. the loud slam is what opens the faucet, unknown to you that there's tears already dripping down your cheeks.

you drown in the sink of self-pity, bottom lip wobbling and sniffling the snot that drips down your nose as you sob, heart broken by someone who wasn't even your boyfriend.

feet dragging across the floor, they lead you to the kitchen where you take out a pint of ice cream — pistachio, the only one you have, which is very ironic. your hands reach for the wooden handle of the kitchen drawer, taking out a spoon for you to take the sorbet into the silver cutlery and eat the dejected ice cream.

but then the door knocks, and you accidentally choke on a sob as you take your ice cream with you, mind believing that it's impossible that it's him because his urgency to leave was quite obvious he was never coming back until tomorrow.

you twist the doorknob, opening it to see him with a box of chocolates tucked between his elbow, a smile so bright like he'd just won the grandest prize of them all.

"hi, will you— are you crying?" his smile falls, lips turned into an upside down crescent of worry, hands gently placing the box on the table to place them on your shoulders. "what's wrong? is that pistachio?"

you don't answer him, feeling the heavy rock around your throat come back and push your tears through again. you let yourself cry in front of him, pint tucked to your chest that the ice melts onto your shirt along with the tears that race down to your neck.

joseph comes in, closing the door behind him as he hugs you like he doesn't expect you to cry, pushing your head to his chest and it's like he wants you to hear his steady heartbeat, each thump a soft whisper asking you to calm down. he's gently shushing, hands running through your hair like he'd always do when you're sad, or when you're asleep in his arms (as a friend.)

"it's — is it because of the date?" joseph murmurs, pushing your arms away so he'd take a better look at you. he tilts his head down to see you better, eyelashes fluttering at his rapid blinks. he's unconvinced when you shake your head. "oh love—"

"did you leave anything behind?" you place the ice cream on the side, leaving the spoon stuck in the thick dessert. tugging on your cheeks to wipe your tears away, he takes your wrists to stop you, holding it down to the space between.

"is it about the date?"

his repetition makes you finally nod your head.

"aw. babe, i— i was going to ask you out."

you blink the tears away from your lashes. "what?"

"i was going to do what you said," he takes the box into his hands. "i was going to come here, with something that you liked and ask you out. it's — it's the only way that i could think of that sounded cute."

the film reel rewinds the way your heart that's left on the carpet has risen to mend itself. but instead of jumping into his arms with dire contact, you punch his shoulder, mad at him for an irrational reason of him giving you a temporary, fake heartbreak.

"you're such a jackass. a dickhead!" he laughs, in pain, rubbing the spot on his shoulder. "you made me cry and thought it was the end of the world."

"i'm sorry," his thumbs wipe the tear stains off your cheeks. "i'm sorry, darling. never again."

joseph pulls you into his chest, head deep into his tactile touch, smiling when he kisses the top of your head. "god. i was about to strangle you when you said someone else made you laugh harder than i do."

"‘m sorry," he chuckles. "now, will you eat these chocolates and go out with me?"

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aka-notokay · 2 years ago

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I just saw puss in boots the last wish and omg IT WAS AWESOME like

The ART, you can see the different technics used to draw the pictures and it is absolutely beautiful ??? Like, the last fight with death is just incredible (and the shots when they run towards each other are so cool) its nice to see a different style :)

AND this personification of death is amazing, its the perfect villain for real, everytime he was here it gave a feeling of fear, but at the same time he's got this kind of cool aura idk, just thought he was great

Also the humor was on point, there were so many good jokes : the telling of the 8 deaths of puss in boots, to the actual childhood trauma of Perrito (ily baby), and also the personal development theme in the film thanks to Perrito

The fact that puss is wearing eye-liner makes it the best film ever

Anyway i loved it, and bonus point for the cats animation, they gave us so many cat's reactions, i was dying of cuteness, and now i'm gonna drown myself into the tumbler fanarts yay

#puss in boots #puss in boots the last wish #puss in boots death #puss in boots kitty softpaws #i was once again in love with her character #puss in boots perrito #this film put me in such a good mood #i wanna go do adventures with my friends #only to realise that the true meaning of life is to be happy with them #anyway go see this movie its great

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dawnagustd · 2 years ago

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unholy night: epilogue

The queen has made her list and checked it twice. She’s visiting those who have been naughty, and punishing them in ways that are oh so nice.

- Part of the Unholy Night Series

“Wait a minute.”

Hoseok momentarily takes his eyes off the paper to check in with you. You’re sitting at your desk reading along with him and the rest of the potential cast. Seven of the biggest names in the industry sit silently in your home office after just reading the screenplay you’ve printed for them.

You’re a tad bit nervous, but your poker face has never failed you.

“You wrote this entire thing?” Hoseok asks in disbelief. “By yourself?”

You can imagine they’ve never thought about what the people who write these things may look like, but whatever their imagination held certainly was not you.

Here you are sitting in your home office, a jobless adult film writer wearing a pair of dress pants and a blouse asking seven hot porn stars to be in your low-budget film. Unfortunately, you have no choice. Bills need to be paid, and work has been hard to find.

You had to gather up whoever you could find, and these top-paid actors just happened to be looking for a gig.

“Yes, I did. It’s what I do,” you respond.

Hoseok looks over at Yoongi, who’s shaking his head in the corner of the room. He finds humor in his friend’s bewilderment, and it’s because he knows all about your credentials.

“Dude, she’s the real deal. She used to write Hu$tler’s shit,” Jimin explains.

You nod to that statement, taking full credit for their greatest hits. Not only did you take part in writing and piecing things together, but you also produced several films there.

But unfortunately, they did not see the vision you have for Unholy Night. They said no female actor would be able to pull off the role. And that there’s too much plot for a porno. But you have to disagree.

Many people enjoy a bit of stimulation before doing their thing. However, when you have a bunch of people thinking with their dicks, you can never get your point across. You quit the same day, and no matter how many times they call you a day, you aren’t going back.

“Really? So why didn’t they reach out to our agents?”

You answer Taehyung’s question immediately. “Because I no longer work for them.”

You look around the room at the curious looks etched across the men’s faces and further explain the reason behind your departure from the company.

“One can only write the same plot so many times before they are worn out,” you add.

“So why not write something different?” asks Jungkook.

You gesture towards the papers in their hands.

“I did… And they laughed.”

The company didn’t think you could pull it off, nor did they think they could profit off of it.

“Well, I’d pay money to see it,” Seokjin interrupts. “I’m in.”

“Yeah, me too.”

Both Jimin and Jungkook join him in agreement, leaving four men left to respond.

“Well, I can’t agree until I know who’s the leading role,” Yoongi informs.

The other guys become curious as well because up until now that hasn’t been brought up.

“Let’s be real… I can’t afford to hire anyone else. This is a one-woman show, my friends. I’m writing, producing, directing, and… I’m starring in it.”

The room is silent once again.

Everyone, including the people that were on board with working with you, are now skeptical about this. You have no experience. No screen time under your belt, but you’re planning to portray the leading actress yourself. It doesn’t sound too promising, and for actors of their status, it could be career changing.

You’re confident that you can manage, though. Being a writer gives you experience with creating personalities and characters. Your other secret weapon is your experience. You sure didn’t pull these ideas out of your ass. Sex is one of your favorite pastimes. Though, it’s been a while since you’ve visited that department.

Yoongi sighs before he offers his input.

“Look, you’re hot and this sounds fun. And it’s a great storyline, but…”

“You’re going to have to show us what you’re working with before we put our careers on the line,” Namjoon concludes.

Seokjin takes one look at your face, and he starts to apologize on Namjoon’s behalf.

“Um, I think what he means is we don’t normally work with inexperienced actors, and—”

“I know what he means, Mr. Kim,” you interrupt. “I understand your concerns.”

Namjoon’s comment actually reminded you of why you’re doing this. So many plots you’ve written where the female is left dick-whipped and in a post-orgasmic haze while the male role stands over them on a power trip. So many actresses stuck in the same loop, role after role, an empty filler with the same bimbo personality. They’re programmed to think this is what people want to see, but many viewers have grown exhausted from getting off to the same old shit.

And you would know because you sure didn’t enter this industry for the money.

“I’m not a company that can promise you a shit load of cash. There’s a reason I didn’t reach out to your agents; I knew they’d decline. What I can promise, however, is a good fuck and a brand this industry has never seen.”

You make sure you hold eye contact with everyone in the room before you continue. The last thing you want to show is that you lack confidence. You rise from your seat to make yourself appear larger, claiming dominance since this is your space.

“I have already proven to you how sexy my brain can be, but if I need to show you more… I don’t have an issue with that either,” you shrug.

You lean over your desk, resting your right knee on the surface so you can be closer to Namjoon who has claimed the seat in front of you. You both stare at one another until your smirk produces a tiny reaction from him.

“So how do you wanna do this, Mr. Kim?”

“Up to you, beautiful,” he challenges.

Your focus shifts to the other men for a moment, and then back to Namjoon.

“Well, if I can’t have all of you then this doesn’t work for me.”

“So how do we settle this?” Yoongi asks, gaining your attention.

All seven men scoot to the edge of their seats trying to figure out what happens next, but you plan to show them rather than telling them. You push your papers off of the desk and climb on top of it.

“I guess you all will have to come and push the ‘try me’ button.”

They all get up at once and make their way toward you.

Namjoon is the closest, so you grab his hands and place them on your body.

“You better pick a hole before it’s filled,” you whisper to him.

He responds by tearing your blouse. You watch the buttons bounce off the desk and then hit the floor. Namjoon’s fingers trace the black lace bra you’re wearing before he reaches behind you to remove it.

Behind you, Taehyung helps to remove your shirt, and once your top half is bare, both men start groping your mounds. Your head lolls back on Taehyung’s shoulder while Namjoon leaves a trail of kisses down your neck.

His hands move down to your pants, and he unbuttons them before slipping a hand inside.

“Shit.”

You hiss when his cold fingertips find your clit, and a wide grin spreads on his face.

“I want this one,” he chuckles, moving his digits toward your entrance. When he notices how wet you are already, he looks at Taehyung. “She’s been thinking about this.”

He grabs your throat and forces you to look at him.

“Why didn’t you speak up, sweetheart? We could have fucked you when we got here.”

“Ah. I—”

“Don’t be shy,” he laughs.

“I’m not.”

“We’ll see,” says Yoongi.

Namjoon slowly pushes two of his fingers into your cunt while Taehyung continues to feel all over your body. Jimin and Hoseok climb on the table with you, naked with their cocks in hand. They come close enough for you to take over and pleasure them while you are being pleased.

“Oh, she is not bad,” Hoseok comments.

“I agree,” Jimin says as well.

But you can do so much more. This is just pregaming.

You grind your ass on Taehyung while Namjoon fingers your pussy, and the action withdraws several comments. He praises you for the softness of your ass, and you show appreciation by turning to sloppily make out with him.

Namjoon is impressed but still tries to break you before the fun even begins. He bends over and wraps his lips around one of your nipples, sucking while Taehyung twists and pinches the other.

“Fuck!” Jimin cries, and Taehyung teases him.

“Damn, dude. Is Namjoon sucking on your tits or hers?”

“Shut up. This feels so fucking good,” he moans, and Hoseok cosigns.

“Yeah, she’s talented.”

Namjoon releases your nipple and speaks. “I’m still not convinced.”

“Because you’re too afraid to whip your dick out,” you laugh.

Namjoon immediately retracts his hand, leaving you wet and disappointed. However, when he starts removing his clothes, excitement builds inside you.

Jungkook, Yoongi, and Seokjin are seated completely bare, stroking their cocks to the sight before them. It only makes you eager to get this started.

You feel Taehyung tugging on your pants so you leave Jimin and Hoseok for a moment so you can hop off of the desk and allow him to pull them down. He takes off your panties too but throws them to Jungkook.

You watch as he catches them and bundles them in his hands, sniffing the fabric before passing them to Seokjin. He passes them to Yoongi once he’s done, and Yoongi takes his turn with them. He wraps them around his dick once he’s taken a big whiff of them.

Before you can get caught up watching him get off with your panties, Namjoon reminds you of your tasks. He’s walked around the table and is now standing behind you.

“Quick math quiz,” he says in your ear. You hum to let him know you’re listening. “There are seven cocks in this room… How many can you take at once?”

Everyone waits for your answer with wide eyes. You can’t help but giggle at the question he asked you.

“I’d say all of them,” you reply.

Namjoon smirks. “I like that answer.

Your scalp burns from all the tugging and your ass stings from all the blows delivered to your skin. Your throat is sore from moaning and sobbing, but your adrenaline and desire remain high.

Namjoon and Jungkook take turns fucking you from behind while you lie bent over your desk while Yoongi, Hoseok, and Taehyung stand in front of you shoving their cocks down your throat. They all grab your hair and turn your head in every direction, making your head spin from all the commands they are giving.

“That’s it. Choke on it, love,” Hoseok grunts as you gag around his dick.

As soon as he hits the back of your throat, Taehyung grabs you and does the same. You do your best to keep Jimin and Seokjin’s dick in your hands, but Jungkook nearly makes it impossible with his thrusting.

Out of nowhere, you feel a hand touch your ass, but not to spank you. Its fingers move towards the center and collect the arousal gushing from your cunt. You look back and see Namjoon smirking at Jungkook as he pushes his finger into your back entrance. Your eyes roll back from the fullness that overcomes your body.

Jungkook spreads your cheeks, and Namjoon allows his spit to drip into your hole. Jungkook fucks you faster and deeper, making your squeeze your hands around Seokjin’s and Jimin’s cock for support. They’re already sensitive since they’ve had their turn with you after winning a game of rock, paper, scissors so the pressure nearly drives them over the edge.

“Fuck, your turn, bro,” says Jungkook as his cock twitches inside of you. He knows better. All of them do.

No one can come until you’re satisfied.

Is it fair? No. But so far, you’ve had two orgasms; you know this final one will be mind-blowing then you’ll think about letting them reach their highs.

When Jungkook slips out of you, Namjoon takes his place. However, you don’t get to moan out his name when he enters you because Yoongi demands your attention.

“Open up,” he requests, and you do as you’re told.

Just as Namjoon did, he enters you with urgency. The two of them begin fucking you so hard that the desk shakes violently. Your cheeks and chin are covered with spit, tears, and precum while your ass and thighs are covered with large red handprints. Your mouth and throat are raw, and your body feels like it’s on fire.

Your muffled cries are broken and weak, but the pressure building inside of you is strong.

Namjoon removes his fingers, making you believe he’s done playing with that part of you, but you are proven wrong when his cock slips out of your pussy and enters your ass.

You scream, and the widening of your mouth allows Yoongi to travel deeper into your throat.

“Fuck! Every hole she owns is tight,” Namjoon groans. His legs wobble and shake, making you laugh even while he and Yoongi are buried inside of you. The vibrations cause Yoongi’s knees to buckle, and he looks around the room at his buddies before he speaks.

“I hate to disappoint but we gotta speed this up. I almost lost it.”

“Yeah,” Namjoon agrees. “I don’t think I can tag anyone else in. All of you look like you’re done for.”

With it set on their minds, Namjoon and Yoongi decide to take it home. These others gather around like a prayer circle and beat their dicks while their friends split you open.

Yoongi powers through, using your mouth like it’s his favorite toy. You breathe through your nose and relax your throat so you can last as long as he does without choking. Namjoon also makes the most of his last few minutes in paradise. He utilizes both of your holes, fucking one until his muscles are tired and then filling the other.

Eventually, the pressure becomes too much, and an orgasm washes over you. You squirt all over your desk, leaving Namjoon mesmerized. His cock slips out of you, but that doesn’t stop you from coming. You lay flat on your stomach while Yoongi uses you like a sleeve, still coming and screaming their names.

Once you come to your senses, you hear the cries of pleasure surrounding you and quickly tap Yoongi’s thigh. He removes himself from your throat, and you slide off the table before running toward the center of your office.

You fall to your knees, and the men get in formation. You look them in the eyes as you massage their balls and lick their cocks to help them reach their high. Even though you’re on your knees, they’re still under your control.

“Damn, sweetheart. We’ll help you with your movie. You’ve earned it,” Namjoon announces, and the others agree.

“But you haven’t read the ending,” you point out.

Your voice is rough and almost inaudible, but they respond, letting you know they heard you. No one knows how Unholy Night’s queen saves Heauxville from those damned souls, but they’re about to find out.

As you wait on your knees for Heauxville’s naughty batch to deposit their seed and paint your body as white as the snow beneath you, the morning sun starts to melt not only the cycles of ice decorating the town, but also, your frozen heart…

Okay, that was a lie. You have no heart, but you’ve always wanted to say that.

Though these men have been punished, you’d be a fool to think they won’t continue their nasty ways. It’s been a cold winter, but things will only heat up from this point forward. This town won’t be able to handle the wrath of these bruised egos. There’s only one person for that job, but she doesn’t plan to stay here any longer.

“Come for me, my loves,” you whisper, and your body becomes their canvas.

Cum and snow begin to cover you until, eventually, it stops. Your body falls onto the piles of white mush, and you smile as your new lovers join you.

You lie there thinking and staring at the clear sky until it turns into the crystal ceiling of your castle. The chilling snow becomes the cool comfort of your satin sheets. Gentle snoring fills your ears, and you think about the amount of time that has passed since you shared your bed with someone. Maybe this was how it was supposed to be after all. Maybe it isn’t. Regardless, however. There are no rules on your end.

What the queen wants, she gets. And right now, she wants seven toxic boyfriends… And now, she has them. It all works out perfectly. You’re already imagining what kind of trouble they will cause, and you become wet just from the thought.

You sigh.

“Tis the fucking season, bitches.”

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spark-my-nature · 2 years ago

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Screen Time - JMK

Hi friends! It snowed a whole bunch last night and I'm feeling cozy, and I finally had some time to write again. As usual, this idea came from a conversation with the lovely @gretavanblunt, my muse, my inspiration, my platonic soulmate, go read their writing too!

Summary: Getting naughty with your boyfriend, cyber-style.

Words: 4.4K

Warnings: Masturbation, sending nudes, explicit texting, phone sex/FaceTime sex, swearing

Steam obscured your view of yourself in the mirror as you toweled off after your shower. Your slightly wrinkled fingertips swiped at your phone to pause the shower playlist you��d had shuffling as background noise, then haphazardly swiping your hand across the condensation to watch yourself blurrily applying your moisturizer. You were that much more relaxed this evening without the presence of your roommate, her parents having her back home for the week.

You liberally rubbed lotion into your silky soft legs, freshly shaved in your extra-pampering shower. You always treated yourself to a little extra care during the first shower after your period ended, and this one was an extra special one. You unconsciously smiled to yourself as your mind drifted to the gorgeous guy from your film history class you’d been seeing the last while, the adorable curly headed golden retriever of a boy called Josh. He was easily the most beautiful man you’d ever laid eyes on, to the point you couldn’t believe he wasn’t a figment of your imagination. And so far he’d been the perfect gentleman, taking you on cute little dates to the park or the bowling alley, holding your hand during walks and stooping down to pick flowers for your hair. Plus, he constantly had you in stitches, his dry sense of humor perfectly allotting with your own.

Needless to say, you were rabid for him.

A soft ting from your phone alerted you to a text message. Speak of the devil, you thought, unlocking your phone and smiling at the message from Josh.

Hi pretty girl :) Just got back from rehearsal, whatcha doin?

You typed back quickly, leaving your phone open on the counter as you brushed through your hair.

Hiya handsome ;) just got out of the shower haha

You giggled watching the typing bubbles appear and disappear several times, knowing exactly where his mind was. He was a boy after all, a very flirtatious one too.

Oh yeah? You miss me as much as I miss you?

You slowly smirked. He was testing the waters, feeling out what kind of mood you were in, but he was tasteful and sweet as always.

You walked to your bedroom, still wrapped in your towel as you texted him back.

Hmmm, idk, how much did you miss me baby? ;)

You bit your lip, setting your phone on the edge of your bed and walking over to grab some fresh undies and a sleep shirt. Picking out a cute but comfortable pair and your softest tee, you took them over and laid them on the bed before your eyes caught on the screen.

So much. Wish you were here with me…

Your heart fluttered at the message. He was giving you the power to steer the conversation. You could easily guide it down a sweet path, gushing over how much you missed his cuddles and his smile and leave it at that. But he’d left the door open for you to be a little naughty as well, and what was life without a little excitement?

You quickly answered his message.

Me too, so many things we could do ;)

You giggled softly to yourself, crossing your legs as you sat down, the towel still tucked around your chest. You pictured Josh’s excited panic on the other side of the phone, wondering if the conversation rousing the same butterflies in him as it was in you.

Another faint buzz in your hand drew your attention back to the screen.

What kind of things did you have in mind sweet girl?

You typed back quickly.

Not sure you’d still think I’m sweet if I told you.

If you were here, I’d see for myself how sweet you are.

Your jaw opened a little reading that one, his answer immediate. Smooth fucker. You bit your lip as you answered.

What if I want a taste too?

You held your breath, nervous excitement fluttering in your stomach, watching his typing bubbles reappear and disappear again. No doubt he was deleting every message he started to type, second guessing himself. Finally, the soft buzz accompanied his message.

Naughty girl. I bet you look absolutely divine right now, fresh out of the shower. Are you dressed?

You shifted, pressing your thighs together, suddenly hyper aware of your nakedness under the towel. You looked down, an idea popping into your head as you smirked and let the towel fall around your hips on the bed.

No need for clothes, my roommate’s out for the night. What about you?

Imagining Josh naked was certainly a welcome train of thought. You pictured him sprawled on his bed, his cock resting against his stomach and twitching from neglect as he typed.

I’m a naturalist at heart, sweet girl. No need for clothes in bed, anyway, don’t you think?

You smirked at that. You contemplated the little camera icon beside the text box. There was something clumsy about sending pictures through text, though. Snapchat however, was built for a reason.

You swiped away, opening the little yellow ghost app instead. You found Josh’s contact, double tapping and setting the phone down for a second. You wrapped the towel back around yourself, laying back on the bed with your head on the pillow. You found a good angle, biting your lip and holding the tuck of the towel against your breast, your cleavage dangerously exposed. Quickly snapping the picture, you tapped to add the message, “towels don’t count as clothes, do they?”

Aaaaand, send. You sat up again, watching the screen closely. Josh opened it after about ten seconds, making you giggle. If you knew him at all, you knew he was probably flustered as hell right now. This was brand new for you two, thrilling new territory.

After a moment or two, a little red square replaced the hollow red triangle beside his name. You took a deep breath, not sure what to expect. Tapping it opened a picture of Josh laid out on his bed, his skin looking gorgeously tan against his cream coloured sheets. His entire chest was visible, clearly naked, his blankets draped over his groin low enough that you could trace the muscular V-shaped indents of his hips. His pink lips were parted sinfully, allowing a small glimpse at the adorable gap between his front teeth, and the picture cut off just above the tip of his button nose.

The message read, “Neither do bedsheets.”

It was sinful how gorgeous he was, and he hadn’t even shown you anything explicit.

You pondered what next, wanting to tease him a little more. Rolling onto your stomach, you let the towel fall away completely. Your breasts pressed against your bedspread, accentuating your cleavage, and your hair framed your face in damp tendrils. You gave your best fuck-me-eyes, taking the shot and adding the caption, “Best to just lose them both, I think.”

Josh opened it in four seconds this time, which you barked a laugh at. You found his eagerness adorable, and you loved knowing he was waiting with the app open in anticipation just like you. You had his full attention.

He took a couple of minutes to answer, and your mind raced at the possible implications of the delay.

Finally, his reply came. You made yourself wait at least a few seconds before opening it, but dear god, you weren’t prepared for it.

He had used the light coming in from his window to backlight the shot, in which he held his thin white sheet vertically across his body. It was a side angle, and the soft light casted a perfect shadow of his very erect, very large cock through the sheet. The perfect silhouette of it made your mouth water, not to mention the rather beautiful and artistic photograph technique. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from his perfectly arched length, standing straight up at attention behind the sheet’s cover. God, he was gorgeously shaped, not scarily large, but bigger than average, and you could just make out the soft ridge around his tip.

Finally glancing at the message, you read, “Two can play the teasing game, mama.”

Cocky little shit.

You sat up, cross legged, and carefully arranged your damp hair to drape over and cover your nipples. It was just long enough to rest over them, stopping just underneath so most of your breasts were exposed, and you gently hugged yourself around your middle as you took the picture, squeezing your tits together in the process. You gave a naughty smirk to the camera, a few strands of hair falling over your face in that effortlessly sexy way you knew he loved. The shot cut off at your waist, denying him the viewing pleasure of anything below your bellybutton.

“You learn those photography skills in class Joshy? I’m impressed.”

Your heart fluttered excitedly as Josh opened it, wishing desperately you could see his face.

Then it felt like your heart stopped dead for a few seconds. A purple square appeared beside his name. A video. He sent a video.

You shamelessly opened it immediately this time, too impatient to hold on.

His perfect pouty lips were pulled into a smug smile, flushed and swollen from biting no doubt, and the angle only showed down to his stomach. But good lord, you watched as his abs clenched rhythmically, and his breath hitched, and then he let out a soft needy-sounding moan from between those perfect lips, his fluffy brows tilted upwards in the middle of his forehead. He pulled his bottom lip under his teeth just as the video ended, and you were left gaping at the screen.

He left no doubt as to what was happening just under the cut of that clip. His moan… your head was reeling, and all of a sudden, the heat was cranked up to eleven. Then a little blue notification popped up beside his name. Opening the message, you nearly moaned yourself.

“Facetime?”

The thudding in your heart tripled, but in the best way. Feeling a rush of adrenaline, you quickly closed snapchat, opening facetime instead. You quickly laid on your back, climbing under the sheets, draping them lowly across your chest to barely cover your nipples. Your finger combed your hair back into place and hit Josh’s contact.

After a few nervewracking rings, he answered the call, the screen lighting up with his sweet, boyish face, his cheeks unusually flushed.

“Hey there, baby,” you flirted, smiling mischievously. Josh’s eyes immediately dipped down his screen quickly, returning to their previous fixation as he swallowed, his breath noticeably picked up from its usual rhythm.

“Hey mama, you look absolutely beautiful tonight,” his voice smooth and a touch deeper than normal. Breathier, too.

You smiled wider, blushing and shrugging one shoulder, drawing his attention back down to your chest. You wanted his eyes there, you felt on fire as he drank you in like fine wine.

“And you… you look devastatingly gorgeous, Josh,” you told him softly, a raspy edge coloring your voice. You let your eyes wander down his torso as far as the camera showed you, just grazing his belly button.

Josh smirked lazily, his tongue peeking out to wet his bottom lip, and then you noticed the faint movement of his right arm, just barely within the shot.

“You know, you’re being an awful tease, tonight, honey,” he told you, matter-of-factly.

You bit your lip, flashing him your best innocent doe-eyes. “I’m sorry baby, what did I do?” you breathed, subtly bringing your knees up and using your legs to tug the sheet down an inch or two, and the sheet slipped down past your breasts. Your peaked nipples hardened further at the cool air, exposed to Josh’s gaze.

Josh’s eyes widened, his lips parting with a rushed exhale. His right arm tensed, subtly moving faster.

“Oh my god…” he muttered, sounding painfully out of breath. His brows knit and you watched his eyes flicker slightly from side to side where they were transfixed lower on his screen. You felt a rush of arousal gathering in your core under his mesmerized gaze. “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart, mm-“ His words were cut off by the hitch in his breath, his eyes fluttering shut for a second from what you assumed was a particularly nice tug on his cock, still out of view.

You whimpered softly, squeezing your boobs together as his eyes returned to them. Your free hand trailed up to cup and squeeze at your breast, watching Josh’s jaw drop slightly. “Can I… can I see?” you whispered shyly, dipping your eyes suggestively.

Josh swallowed hard, nodding softly after a second, and the camera panned down his body, and oh fuck-

His hand was wrapped tightly around his gorgeous cock, lazily pumping it in his fist. You let out a soft whine of desire, watching the movement of his hand, drinking it all in, his soft dusting of pubic hair, his balls drawing tighter to him every once and a while, his perfectly lean, muscular thighs clenching.

The camera shook unsteadily in Josh’s shaky hand, and he huffed slightly, his adorable boyish nature peeking through in the petulant noise. You bit your lip, waiting as he readjusted, the bed creaking through the speakers.

Josh shifted, sitting up and leaning back against his headboard, propping his phone against a pillow. You now had a near full body view of him, the angle giving the perspective as though you were laying on your stomach in front of him, a very welcome point of view that you’d love to experience for real.

“Fuck, Josh…” you sighed, chewing your lip in want.

He smirked breathlessly down at you through the screen, “You like this better, sweet girl?”

You nodded, in a trance as you watched him jerk himself.

He hissed quietly, continuing, “Yeah?” he swallowed, “’M so hard, all for you, mama, want you so bad,” he confessed, his desire leaking into his tone.

You snuck a hand down absently, desperate to relieve the ache between your legs. Josh noticed the movement, letting out a soft whimper. “You touching yourself too?”

You nodded slowly, circling your finger around your clit, spreading your wetness through your folds. “Yeah babe… you’re so hot, I can’t- I had to.”

Josh’s hips bucked slightly into his hand, you noticed his fist tightening too. “Naughty girl… so jealous, wish it was my fingers.”

Your eyes tore away from his now leaking cock to see his face, twisted in desire. With a surge of confidence, you confessed, “If you were here, I’d want so much more than your fingers.”

Josh’s face looked up at yours at that, surprise mixing with lustful adoration, making your heart flutter. “What else would you want, mama?”

You whimpered, “mm, Josh please…” your fingers circled your clit faster, already so worked up from the buildup.

Josh’s head lolled back, exposing his flawless arched neck until he focused back on his phone screen. “Fuck, you say my name so nice like that,” he sighed shakily. He swallowed, his face becoming almost nervous. “Do you think… can I watch too?”

You blushed, but you wanted it badly. You wanted his eyes on you, on your most intimate part of your body. You wanted him to see you. You also wanted to tease him a little more, first.

“Watch what, Joshy?” you asked innocently, suppressing a smirk.

His eyes drug up your form to your face. “You know what, little tease.” His tone was dark, but his ever-expressive face gave away the playful meaning behind his words.

You bit your lip, leaning forward into the camera slightly. “Maybe I wanna hear you beg me.” You blushed at your own boldness, but Josh’s frustrated whine made it worth it.

He sighed, brows knit as he licked his lips. “Please, honey, show me that pretty pussy, I need it so bad,” he whispered raggedly, sounding so genuinely needy that you felt another wave of heat rushing down your body.

“Mmm… good boy,” you smirked. Josh’s eyes squeezed shut quickly at your words, grunting softly. Interesting.

Carefully, you sat up, propping your phone on a throw pillow the same way he did. You saw him bite his lip hard at the motion of your chest swaying in front of the camera, a quiet muffled groan sounding faintly from the speakers. Sitting back and leaning against the head board, you kept your knees closed teasingly, curling your legs to the side.

Giving him a playful smirk, you traced your fingertips up your shins and over your knees, running your hand over your thigh and your ass seductively. Josh’s eyes followed the movement closely, a short grunt huffing out of him. “You look fucking stunning, mama,” he struggled, relaxing further to his side, the angle change giving you a gorgeous side view of him as he pumped himself harder. “Can you open your legs for me? …p-please?” he added shyly.

You slid your fingers back down, letting them slip between your thighs out of his sight, a high pitched sigh released from your throat. You looked down at Josh, biting your lip hard as you watched his hand working himself. You wedged your hand into your slick folds, running your fingers up and down your wetness. “Josh…” you whispered breathily, drawing out his torture as long as you could, bringing your other hand up to cup and squeeze your breast. You were perhaps exaggerating your little show a little, but it was to your benefit just as much as his. His unwavering hungry gaze was making you feel sexier than you’d ever felt before, knowing how badly he wanted you.

Josh whimpered through the speakers, “…please…” a quiet desperate noise that you didn’t think he meant to release, but the sound flooded your lower half with heat.

“I wish you were with me so fucking bad, Joshy.”

Josh groaned softly, “Talk to me, pretty girl, what would we be doing?” His lazy smirk reappeared at his request, and you returned it, albeit slightly shyer. “You never answered my question.”

Your fingers slipped quicker through your folds as you answered, “Wanna taste you, want you in my mouth.”

Josh’s sharp intake of breath made your confidence soar, and you continued, “I’d suck you until you cum down my throat, til you beg me to stop.”

Josh’s jaw fell open as his brows knit tightly together. “Oh fuck-“ his breath hitched, his fist flying up and down his length now, and you watched hungrily as his other hand slid down from his abs to fondle his balls. Then his glazed over eyes refocused on your form, your hand still hidden behind your thigh. He licked his lips tentatively, and you figured he earned it, being so patient.

Josh breathed, “God, please… let me watch you. All of you,” his voice shaking endearingly. Your heart warmed from the care in his voice, not wanting to coerce you into anything you didn’t want to give him, despite his desperation.

You held eye contact (camera contact?) with him as you smiled reassuringly, your eyes twinkling mischievously. “Mmm, yeah? You wanna see that bad, huh?” you teased breathily, lifting your leg teasingly.

Josh nodded quickly, “Need you, I wanna watch that sweet pussy dripping, wanna see you cum, please baby,” he begged, his thumb swiping over his tip causing a sharp gaspy moan, “fuck I need you so bad.” He barely sounded lucid anymore through his desperation.

You moaned softly, rubbing over your clit once more before bring the knee closest to your phone over and letting your legs part, spread open to his full view.

Josh let out a feral sounding groan, and you caught the faint reflection of sweat beading on his forehead. He bucked into his hand, his mouth hanging open now. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, god, you’re so fucking perfect, so beautiful,” he babbled, his voice strained and breathy as he fucked into his hand.

You brought both of your hands down, spreading your pussy open further with one set of fingers, using your middle finger of your other hand to tease and gently circle your clit.

Your boyfriend’s broken cry told you he was more than enjoying the show. “You’re so fucking hot, I’ve never wanted anything this bad in my fucking life,” he whined, “Jesus christ I want to fuck you until my body just gives out.”

You moaned, tossing your head back and rolling your hips as you ground into your fingers. “Fuck Josh, want you so bad, wanna ride your cock, want to sit on your face, I want it all,” you rushed through your panting.

Josh suddenly gasped, “Oh my god, I’m so close, mama, ohhh, ‘m gonna cum.”

You nodded furiously, your mouth watering at the thought of watching him completely coming undone. “Yes, baby, cum for me, please, cum,” you begged him. You watched in complete awe as Josh spit quickly down on his own cock, spreading the lubrication with his fist never slowing down. His constant stream of raspy, fucked out moans got more and more choked and breathless, his glistening cock twitching in his hand.

His eyes never left your body, zeroed in with razor focus on your fingers flicking furiously across your clit in a blur. Your orgasm was quickly building too, the fire burning as white-hot as the desire between the both of you. You quickly sunk two fingers of your other hand into your sopping wet entrance, fucking yourself in rhythm with your other hand’s rubbing. You were positive Josh could hear the lewd wet noises sounding from between your legs, but apparently the sight of your fingers flying in and out of your tight hole was enough to send him over the edge.

He let out a choked groan, his head falling forward as his fist’s blurred motion picked up even more, seemingly unable to get enough friction to satisfy the aching need under his fingers. You moaned loudly, watching him buck into his hand erratically, his brows knit as ropes of white cum spurted from the purplish head of his cock. He let out an animalistic cry of your name as his body quaked from the force of his orgasm. His eyes blinked in and out of focus as he started to come down, trying hard to keep his gaze on your body, not wanting to miss you following shortly after.

Watching him cum could’ve stopped your heart, it was so indescribably erotic. You pictured yourself licking up the warm results of his orgasm from his soft tummy, riding his thigh, and you pictured fucking your hips against his hot wet tongue, and you were a goner too. Furiously spasming around your fingers, you felt a small surge of wetness trickling down your thigh. You clenched through the most intense waves of pleasure you’d felt in ages, crying out as you rode your fingers, abusing your poor clit through your orgasm. “Jooosh, shit shit shit, yes,” you sobbed helplessly, coming down from your peak slowly, shockwaves of pleasure still lighting up your nerves.

Your eyes fluttered open as you relaxed, withdrawing your fingers as your chest heaved, setting into your afterglow. You picked up your phone and focused your eyes on Josh with a lazy, bashful smile. He was catching his breath too, returning your hazy grin and wiping his forehead. “Wow,” he chuckled breathlessly.

You giggled, tugging the sheet up under your armpits and nestling back into your bed. “Wow is right…”

He smiled wider, sitting up and throwing his sheets off his legs. You blushed slightly, catching his softening cock as he stood and raised the camera back up. You watched the background of his room moving away after he pulled a pair of sweatpants on. He leaned into the camera, lips puckered as he blew you a kiss through the screen. You giggled, “What’re you doing now, babe?”

He looked down at you, the most lovesick puppy eyed smile you’d ever seen, instantly melting your heart all over again. “Coming to see you, pretty girl.”

Your jaw dropped, and he set the phone on his table. You recognized the ceiling of his entryway, and you heard the zip of his jacket, and the thudding of his shoes as he pulled them on. “Wh- now? You’re actually coming over?” your question raised in pitch but soft, unable to believe his sweetness.

Josh picked up his phone, smiling that gap-toothed boyish smile that made it impossible not to fall for him. “Of course. I want cuddles,” he giggled.

You smiled wide, giddy with love and excitement, “…me too,” you whispered.

“See you soon, sweet girl, I’ll be there in a few minutes,” he winked with a click of his tongue, shooting you a finger gun through the screen.

You giggled rolling your eyes, “See you soon, dork, I lo-“

Josh’s eyes widened as you cut yourself off, face paling at your slip-up. You just swallowed, looking at him uncertainly. His face broke out in a wide smile, and he held his phone up closer to his face. “Say it,” he asked softly.

You picked at your finger nervously, examining his face for any trace of disingenuity. Finding only pure love and hopefulness, you said quietly, “I love you, Josh.”

Then Josh’s smile widened impossibly, cracking his face in two, and he spun around. He actually spun in a circle, the screen making you feel dizzy. He sighed deeply, running his hand through his mess of curls. “I love you too, I love you, I love you so much,” he giggled at your beaming smile that you tried to hide in your pillow. Your muffled giggle of joy gave you away, and he said softly, “look at me.”

You glanced up at him shyly, and he cocked his head. “I’ll be there before you can blink, and I’m gonna tell you again when I’m there- no, I’m gonna show you. Nah, actually, I’ll do both,” he rambled excitedly as his door opened. His keys jangled and he once again brought his lips to the camera, making smooching noises that made you giggle and shake your head. “My pretty girl. Love you, see you soon,” he cooed, climbing into his car.

“Love you too, Joshy,” you told him softly, “see you soon baby.”

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nilufleur · 2 years ago

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BEING HARUCHIYO'S CLOSE FRIEND / 29. 10. 2022

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sanzu haruchiyo, one of the most irritating, stubborn and difficult people one can meet. though he most of the time is an insufferable person theres people he enjoys being around with and people who enjoy his (overwhelming) presence aswell

at first it is easy to assume that he is not a trustworthy person, but haruchiyo is very devoted to people he cares about. hes basically a 'ride or die' for the people he loves

the things that draw him close to people are little characteristics that are often overlooked. he creates an image of someone's personality by just having small conversations here and there

the people he is close to are usually the people he has been friends with since a long time, childhood friends to be more precise. he is not afraid of meeting new people, he likes changes he likes seeing new faces but as i said, letting them get close to him is a different matter

so getting to the point, what drew haru close to you was your persona. honest, laid back and humourous. he has a strange sense of humor, he squeezes his sharp jokes in his sentences that often go unnoticed. he was slightly impressed when you laughed at them, since he thinks that 'only smart people get his jokes' (yes, he is an egomaniac)

after that he started to always say hi to you whenever he saw you. sometimes it was loud and audible and sometimes it was just a little smile while passing next to you, but he would always acknowledge your presence

haruchiyo has a creative mind and you got convinced of that more day by day when he would randomly show up and ask you the strangest question with no context, nod after hearing your reply and just go away

this little habit still continued after you two became very close friends. it was hard to understand him sometimes but it was also very fun to you to be in his chaotic presence

as a filmbro myself i am sensing that haru would definitely enjoy watching films. he would also invite you to movie marathons at the most absurd time something like

"theres 3 al pacino movies in a row at the cinema can we go?"

"haru its the final exams week and its currently 2am shut the fuck up and keep studying"

yes studying with him is a pain in the ass

he would always be the one to invite you to study at a cafe but end up getting nauseous from all the milkshakes he had just because 'he got tired from all the studying (he didnt study) and needed a treat' and throw up in the public restroom

he is lactose intolerant but acts like he isn't

it's hard being friends with him cause he is generally a very spontaneous person

but you got used to it so it doesn't surprise you anymore when he does stupid shit like showing up at your apartment drunk with a board game in his hands in the middle of the night

he loves board games but he sucks like he is so bad its actually painful to watch him play

haruchiyo would definitely force his best friend to get a matching tattoo with him. at least hes got good taste so the tattoos turn out pretty cool

and he would also pretend to be surprised whenever he saw your tattoo saying shit like "stfuuu omg we have the same tattoo!!♡" punk ass bitch

constantly gossiping and its honestly so fun to do it with him cause he always has to most out of pocket information about people

would definitely introduce you to his close friends circle and after meeting them he would ask you about what you thought of each one of them

hes actually annoying and has no clue about what privacy but we can ignore that cause he always bring you something to eat when he gets in your apartment without permission

would he be a jealous friend? possible. but i dont think he would be overly jealous or protective. only gets a little annoyed when you talk about "you guys' stuff" with someone else and act all hurt and dramatic so you would eventually apologise

he has a very good sense of style and would buy you random clothing piece so you could match with him. yes. he loves matching outfits it's his guilty pleasure

i can imagine this mf saying the most philosophical gut wrenching intelligent thing humanity has ever heard and and then just say "anyways i gottta pee"🗿

sleepovers but he always sleep in your bed and takes up all the space

he once threw out one of your sweaters bcs he didn't like it

"sanzu my dead grandma made that for me"

"but it looked ugly 😐"

cooking a recipe with him at 3am but you guys got distracted and ended up causing a mini-fire

he has all of the CDs of the cars movies and always say "he just like me fr" when lighting mqueen does that kachow thing

overall he would be a good friend i think. funny and spontaneous not very reliable but always trustworthy

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this was disguised sanzu slander if you coudnt tell

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ficsforeren · 3 years ago

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Blissful Ignorance - Chapter 2

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader

Genre: Pornstar AU, Smut, Fluff, Light Angst, Romance, Humor

Series Summary: Over the last four years, you’ve become a rising star in the adult entertainment industry. Yet, you can’t seem to forget one of the actors you met in the very beginning of your career — Eren Jaeger. You might even say you’ve got a bit of a crush on him with how often you watch his videos. When you’re hired by Bellesa Films to shoot a sex video, they allow you to choose your partner, and without hesitation you request Eren Jaeger. And while the sex is bliss, like nothing you’ve ever experienced before, you’re ignorant to the truth behind your years-long crush.

Chapter Summary: You and Eren are reunited in Bellesa House, a place where pornstars get to choose their partners to film their next sex tape with. For once, Eren forgets that he’s a pornstar that has to perform in front of the cameras. Right now, he’s just a guy madly in love, thrilled by the fact that he gets to embrace you once again.

Content Warnings: foursome, threesome, sex while being filmed, cream pie, sex with other people present in the room, rough unprotected sex, blow job, cunnilingus, face-sitting, squirting, fingering, hand job, orgasm denial, overstimulation, deep throating, heavy swearing, use of a leash and bondage, incest, dub-con, cum eating/cum play, degradation, praising, pet names, sex toys, choking, humiliation, spit play, tongue piercings, slapping, spanking, dacryphilia, public sex, female and male masturbation, daddy kink, 69.

Word Count: 12k

Poster art by the most talented @rainbuniart

“You’re gonna cum for Daddy?”

Your front teeth sank into the flesh of your bottom lip, suppressing a moan as you arched your back at the sound of his gravelly voice. “Yes, Daddy,” you whispered in a longing sigh, grinding your heat repeatedly against the texture of your fingers.

“Fuck yourself for me, baby girl. I want to see that dripping cunt sucking on your fingers.”

Like a servant, you obeyed his words, doing your best as if he was present in your room. You could imagine him looking down at you with his stunning green eyes, a belt stretched out between his hands. Eren always liked that, didn’t he? He always tied his partners up in bed and used his belt as a leash around their necks, treating them like dogs in heat. God, the thought of being dominated by him… Who would have thought that the same sweet, shy Eren you met in the spring was capable of treating his women like sex slaves in bed?

Keeping your thighs wide open, your legs slid against the silky sheets of your bed, your fingers thrusting inside your hole at the same speed as his strokes.

“Goddamn, baby, look at that pretty fucking pussy. So wet, so needy. You’re making Daddy’s cock so hard right now, you know that?”

Your eyes, misted by lust and the desperation of your release, were glued to the monitor of your MacBook. There, inside your screen, was Eren Jaeger—one of the most notorious pornstars working in the industry at the time. He was nothing like the man you shared a scene with three years ago. His features didn’t change much—still leaving you breathless with the same high cheekbones, the same sharp nose, the same prominent jawlines, and the same plump lips that felt much softer than they appeared. He was naked, save for the jeans that hung low on his hips. He was slouching on his seat, leaning his back against the leather-clad couch, his long, thick cock twitching in one hand. The light in his room was dimmed, but you could still make out a glimpse of the tattoo that painted his rib cages. You were sure it wasn't there before, but it served as a nice touch. It made him look more masculine. Dangerous.

He wore his hair down, just like he did in every sex video he was featured in. His brown strands were long enough to graze his shoulders, framing his face so beautifully like a painting. Except Eren wasn’t a piece of art you should adore. He was the epitome of the sweetest sin, one that you should turn your gaze away from. But instead, there you were, staring at Sin in the eyes—wishing you were looking down at him as you trapped his head between your legs.

He seemed taller with broader shoulders, a perfectly sculpted chest, and strong biceps that flexed every time he pumped himself to the edge. There was not a layer of fat on his body. Every ridge of his abdomen was sketched by God Himself. He must have been working out frequently, going through a strict diet to maintain his perfection to keep his popularity above the ground.

God, I want him.

How many videos of him have you watched? How many times have you touched yourself to the thoughts of him? How many times have you wished for him to show up in the darkness of your bedroom, whispering your name between praises in that thick German accent of his as he rubbed his throbbing length against your insides? You wouldn't have been able to count it even if you wanted to.

That day after you finished filming with him for the first time, the sexual tension between you was even thicker than before. You had his name tumbling off your lips in erotic moans, and that made you feel restless. Made you feel so unprofessional. It wasn’t supposed to work like that. Porco and Pieck might be able to work out their relationship, despite them having sex with different people every day of the month, but could you do it? It was better to keep your feelings locked inside. You had a crush on him, so what? It didn’t mean you had to act on it. That was why you declined his offer when Eren timidly asked you, “Would you like to, uhh, grab some coffees together with me?” You broke his heart when you said no, you could see it in his eyes. And you apologized twice, but the pain never faltered.

You didn’t ask for his contact details, as you were not sure if it was wise for you to stay friends with how much you were attracted to each other. It was better not to play with fire when you knew that you’d get burnt. Perhaps he felt the same way too as he didn’t ask for yours either. Little did you know that Eren was just too afraid to ask, especially after you seemed uninterested to go on a date with him. You didn’t know that one of the reasons why Eren continued working in the sex industry was so he could cross paths with you again. You weren’t aware that he had tried to contact your agency several times, hoping to be able to work with you, only to have his offer rejected again and again due to various reasons. And so, you left him like a ghost with him unable to chase after you, even if he tried.

But then weeks passed by and you still couldn’t stop thinking about him. You kept picturing his face during intercourse, kept imagining his husky voice in your ear to help you drive yourself to the brink. About three months later, you started searching for his name on PornHub. You weren’t sure if he wanted to truly pursue his career as a pornstar, but it wouldn’t hurt to check. So you typed down the name Eren Jaeger, but nothing came up. Disappointment hit you more than you’d expected. You tried again, using only his surname this time, and it matched. There was a model on Pornhub who went by the name Jaeger. With your heart pounding loud, you clicked on one of his videos.

It was him.

Eren.

After that, you were a lost cause. You were addicted, not to his porn movies, but to him entirely. The way he gazed into the camera, looking all superior and domineering as he groaned out filthy words, degrading his viewers with his fist pumping his cock. You were hooked on the way he spoke in that seductive, breathy, raspy voice of his, wishing he would end every sentence with a growl of your name. You had a crush on Eren, but you fell into an obsession with Jaeger. It was fascinating how these two completely different personas belonged to the same person. And it made you want him more.

During the three years you were separated from him, you tried to contact his agency multiple times, asking for his number so you could give him a call. They insisted on not disclosing any personal information regarding their artists, leaving you empty-handed. You even went as far as asking your manager, Hitch Dreyse, to land you a gig with him, but he was much more popular than you’d expected. His schedules were always fully booked, movie after movie. And with your current popularity, it was a given that you weren’t going to be his top priority.

You’d think that being a pornstar who spent hours of your days having sex with men you barely knew anything about but their names would leave you satisfied for the night. But it was the opposite. You were forced to give them pleasure, to give your audience pleasure, but you never gave it to yourself. This, right here, with your eyes fixated on the way Eren was touching himself inside your screen—this was your pleasure. Even indirectly, he still gave you the bliss you were seeking, and it became more like a drug each day. Addicting. Intoxicating. Humiliating.

His voice—his alluring, guttural voice—always sounded deeper when he performed in front of the camera. This was the other thing that felt different to you. When he embraced you three years ago, his moan felt more like a broken whimper. Breathier. Needier. As if the lightest brush of your fingertips on his skin lit every inch of him on fire, where you were the only one who could provide the salve.

This Eren on the screen, this new persona of him, seemed a lot more mature. A lot bolder, confident, fearless—nothing like the timorous, awkward, romantic boy you knew in real life. But of course, that was how he was three years ago. You had never met him after your filming ended, not even once, no matter how much you wanted to. People could change in a matter of days. Eren didn’t change. He was reborn as a new person. He became the personification of the devil himself, one that was sensuous enough to lure you down to the darkest pit of hell and convince you to stay there for eternity.

The duality of him made your skin crawl in need. You sighed heavily at the feeling of your fingers rubbing against your clit, imagining that it was his expert tongue flicking over your sensitive nub. He didn’t get to do it that time, did he? The script didn’t allow him to. Did he want it? You wondered, canting your hips as you inserted your digits deep inside your heat. Did you want to taste me, Eren?

“Mmm, baby, imagine me fucking you with my tongue,” Eren licked his lower lip as he tightened his grip around his cock, his thumb dipping inside his slit. You could feel the intensity of his gaze, the primal hunger that resided in his eyes, even through your screen. “You must taste so sweet. So fucking sweet, I want to have you cum all over my face. Want you to fucking squirt on me. Make Daddy drink that fucking juice before I spit it back in your mouth and choke you with my cock.”

He was always so descriptive. His degrading words sent thrills streaming through your blood. “Ah, Ren—fuck—I’m gonna—”

“I know, baby. Give it to me. Give it to Daddy. Let me taste that fucking cum."

Three years you had been working in the adult entertainment industry, and Eren was the only man who could make you reach your orgasm untouched. Three years you had been filming with hundreds of different men, sex tape after sex tape, and he was the only one who could fuck you exactly in the way you wanted to. Three years you had been waiting for him, aching for another taste of his lips, a dangerous caress of his hand, and finally, today, your wish is granted.

“Hey, it’s—It’s Eren.” His voice—the same one that drowns you in ecstasy every night—rings from the other side of your door.

Joy unfolds within you like a flower, making you feel intoxicated by the sheer excitement of seeing him again in person. Sitting on the edge of the bed with your body facing the door, you smoothen your hair quickly with both hands.

“Can I... come in?”

You respond with a nod, your thoughts too jumbled to form the words but Eren stands by for your answer with one hand surrounding the doorknob. Realizing that he’s still waiting for you to vocalize your permission out loud, you raise your voice, “Yes, go ahead.”

You’re not sure what you expect to see, but Eren—the charismatic, confident performer Eren Jaeger—walking into the room with one hand splayed over his face is certainly not the image you’re looking for. “Are you, uh… Are you naked?” He asks with jitters in his voice, even when his eyes are noticeably taking a peek through the spaces of his fingers.

Just like that, the nervousness that felt like invisible hands smothering your throat before vanishes at once. “I’m not.”

“Oh, thank God,” Eren breathes in relief, his hand falling back to rest on his side.

“Thank God?” You raise an eyebrow at him, playfully forming a scowl. “What, you hate seeing me naked?”

Eren gapes unattractively—except, no, he still looks very much attractive. You’re not sure if there’s anything in the world that can make him look unattractive. “T-that’s not what I meant!” He exclaims with both hands raised in front of him. “I want to see you naked. That's what I was hoping for, actually, but I wasn't sure my heart could take it if you were. That’s why I asked that question. God, please don’t get the wrong idea, I just didn’t want to make… you… feel…” His frantic explanation gradually turns into nothing when he notices the way your eyes turn into crescents, your throat emitting the cutest of giggles. “You’re laughing…”

“I am,” you reply with a grin. “You haven’t changed a bit.”

Eren’s not sure if he can take it as a compliment, but with the way you’re peering at him with your teeth nibbling on your lip—a sign that you’re both giddy and nervous—perhaps he should take it that way. “You haven’t changed either,” he says, his smile softening. “Except, well, the part where you look ten times prettier than the last time I saw you.”

“Only ten times?”

The naughty twinkle in your eyes makes him swallow his breath. “A hundred—a million—no, a gazillion times prettier. You’re breathtaking.”

“Hmm…” You rise to your feet, your hands tangled behind your back. “And when was the last time you saw me exactly?”

Eren has his spine glued to the door and he’s grateful for it. Otherwise, he would find himself melting on his feet, especially with the way you slowly make your way toward him, your hips swaying seductively with every step you take. “Three years ago?” He croaks out, wincing at the way he sounds so pathetic. “And, uh—” Eleven months. “A—a few months—maybe almost a year—four years, I don’t know, I never keep count.”

You’re now standing only a step away from him. “That’s too bad,” you feign a pout. “Because I do keep count. The last time I saw you was fifteen hours ago.”

“Huh?” How does a man look when he’s both confused and painfully aroused? Perhaps Eren should take a look at the mirror to find out. “What do you mean?”

God, look at him, you shout internally. That dumbfounded look. He’s so cute. “I’m talking about your videos.”

“Oh!” Eren’s entire body jolts in realization. “Oh, you meant you saw the thing—my thing.” He wanted to say my solo videos, but his tongue betrayed him.

“Yeah.” Naughtily, you let your eyes drift down for a few seconds to the bulge inside his pants before you bring them back to his face. “Your thing.”

He’s so transparent that you can quite literally see the way his blood pools on his face. “Are you teasing me?”

“Depends. Do you like being teased?”

“I—” He chokes, looking everywhere else but your face. “I—y-yeah, I do.”

You anticipated him to tease you back, just like how he enticed his viewers with his filthy smirk and sultry eyes, but Eren answers you with honesty, with his cheeks sporting the same color as your lipstick, with his eyes shaking in shame that he leaves you with no choice but to chortle at him.

“Why are you laughing at me?” His shoulders sag as his bottom lip juts out in a pout—which shouldn’t have appeared that natural on his mature, masculine face. “Am I being an idiot again?”

“You’re being charming.” Landing both hands on his chest, you slide them forward until they wind around his neck. “And super, super, super cute.”

You intend to hug him, but once you witness the way his beautiful jade green eyes fall to your lips, your chest tightens. Three years' worth of longing comes surging back in like churning waves under the storm.

His calloused hand finds your face, his warmth glued to your skin in the shape of his palm. He tilts up your face at the same time he slightly bends down to narrow the space between you. “Du bist wunderschön,” he breathes out, his mind reeling so fast that he returns to his native tongue.

You’re beautiful.

The words, his exotic accent, and his breathy voice—they all strike you like a hurricane, sending shivers down your spine. Eren’s eyes are glazed with desire when he glides his thumb across your lips as if he was trying to remember how soft they were with his sense of touch. They’re the same, probably even softer. Whatever it is, Eren can’t wait to find out.

So he lowers his head, his breath caressing your lips before—

“Hey guys, how are you doing—” Hange’s words stop short when she hears a loud noise of Eren’s skull bumping against the door—the same door that she pushed open with enough force to send someone toppling forward.

You gasp, covering your mouth with both palms as you take a step back in reflex. You feel sorry for Eren, you really do, but the sight of him going down to one knee with his hands trying to soothe the pain away makes it impossible for you to do anything else but laugh at the sight.

“Eren, what are you doing?” Hange says, completely unaware of what she did. “The bed's over there. Man, no wonder I can’t see you guys on my screen. You’re out of my shot.”

Lord, please give me strength, Eren heaves out an impatient breath. “I thought you said you were going to give us a few minutes alone.”

“Yeah, I changed my mind,” she snickers, moving past him to take a seat on the same director’s chair, making herself comfortable. “I’ve decided to watch the whole thing. I mean I could do it through my screen too since the cameras are connected to my phone but nothing beats seeing it live, right?”

“Seeing what? Us having sex?” You ask her, which causes the man standing behind you to blush at the thought.

“No,” Hange snorts. “Well, I mean, yes, that too, but mostly to see him do something stupid. Anyway, carry on, don’t mind me. Or us.” She makes gestures with her hand, facing the door, and Moblit, along with two cameramen, enters the room. “Proceed to do whatever you want to do. Remember, I’m not giving you any script here so you’re allowed to do what you want, to say the things you want to say. Let loose, forget the cameras. This is a safe place.”

Eren makes a face. “Hard to think that when you’re grinning like a mad scientist.”

“Why, thank you, that is what I’m famous for,” she says, popping up a can of beer. “Now, off you go, lovebirds. Action!”

***

After spending some time exchanging awkward glances with each other, you both decide to start over. The tension that once has dissolved returns at once, but your heart feels at ease now that you’ve seen the way he behaves around you. “Come here.” Taking him by the hand, you guide him to the bed, taking a seat on its edge with Eren following soon after. You trade shy smiles with him, none of you have the strength to look into each other’s eyes for more than three seconds. But it’s okay. The awkwardness feels more comforting than smothering, knowing that nothing has changed between you. Both of you may have gained a lot of experiences in the last three—almost four years. You have thousands of subscribers, you’ve got job offers lining down the door, but you’re still the same person, and he is too. Just two people, wanting nothing more but to touch and kiss and hold each other close until you’re all tangled limbs and gasping each other’s name.

There are a lot of things Eren can say to break the ice. For example, he can start by complimenting your appearance, telling you that he’s glad to see you wear your hair loose, and hoping that you would say, “Yeah, I style it this way because you said I looked better with my hair down.” Or maybe he can start with something basic. Even the words how are you would be enough to break the silence, but there he is, staring at you like he’s forgotten how to blink, just blatantly admiring your features.

She’s so pretty.

“How are you, Eren?”

And her scent—God, she smells amazing. “Like vanilla.”

“Like vanilla? What do you mean, like vanilla?”

At the sound of Hange muffling down her simper behind the camera, Eren blinks himself awake, more times than necessary. “I meant, good. I’m good. I’ve been—I’ve been good.”

There’s something about him, about the words he said and the way he said them, that makes you want to tease him again and again. “You haven’t been…” You make sure to roll the next word suggestively with your tongue. “…bad?”

“Oh my God, don’t do this to me right now,” he whines. “I’m already seconds away from fainting even without you dirty talking to me.”

“How is that dirty talking?” You nearly let out a hearty laugh. “You look handsome, by the way. I really like the way you tie up your hair in a bun. It’s cute.” It’s refreshing to see him this way, as he always wore his hair down in his videos.

He raises his hand to his nape, nails scratching against his skin as his face turns scarlet. “Thanks, umm… I showered.”

“For me?”

“For you.”

“Thank you.” You honestly can’t stop smiling at him, just like how a thirteen-year-old girl would act when she’s around her crush. But in a way, it’s true, right? You have such a huge crush on him. Borderline obsessed at this rate, even. “So, how’s your life going? Seems like your fanbase is growing larger by the second.”

Once you both have surpassed the initial awkwardness, you can feel your body relaxing, exchanging conversation after conversation, where each one runs seamlessly as if you’re talking to a friend. Within a few minutes, Eren can finally showcase the smile—that youthful, boyish, adorable smile of his that you love.

“Wait.” You blink in surprise, your forehead creasing in lines as you lean closer to him to take a detailed look. “You’ve got your tongue pierced?”

“Huh? Oh… Yeah.” Worry transforms his face but not for long. She’s close, so close, too close.

“Can I see?”

Pretty, pretty, pretty. She's so pretty. "Umm... Sure."

You reach out a hand toward him, stopping mid-air to ask again for his permission. “May I?”

He answers you with a shaky nod.

Eren has to remind himself to breathe normally when you gently place a hand on his face. You guide him forward as you shift closer, your bodies are desperate for connection like two magnets separated by paper. He separates his lips, relaxing his jaw as much as he can before he darts out his tongue. “Wow…” You mumble in awe, your eyelashes fluttering against your cheekbones as you fixate your gaze on the silver, round piercing that’s strapped to his papillae. “That’s hot.”

There’s a look on your face that makes his brain run a thousand miles per hour, screaming, she’s asking for a kiss—kiss her, you idiot, kiss her! And Eren tightens the hands on his lap into fists, fighting back his temptation as he doesn’t want to startle you. But, of course, his eyes drift down to your lips, entranced by the way they glisten with your lip gloss, wondering if you would taste less like cherries and more like strawberries this time. Or maybe you’ll just taste like you. And by the time he's finished with you, you’re going to taste like him.

Jesus Christ, what are you waiting for?! Just kiss her!

But you back away before he can succumb to his desire, leaving his cheek frozen without your touch. “Did it hurt when you got it done?”

Great, the moment’s gone. You really are an idiot. “A little.”

“I think I’m gonna get one too someday.”

“You are?”

"Yeah. They said it could be quite erotic if you have a tongue piercing and you’re a gentle kisser.” The curve of your lips holds a thousand secrets. It’s mysterious and sensuous at the same time. “I think I can be pretty gentle when I have to.” You tuck a lock of hair behind your ear, looking up at him from underneath your long eyelashes. “Wouldn’t you think so, Ren?”

Eren gulps. Damn, did you have to ask that question like that? “Have you ever… kissed someone with tongue piercing before?”

“No.” There it is again. That inviting, tantalizing look on your face, and the way your eyes shift down to his lips just for a millisecond before they return to his. “I’d love to try, though.”

“You—” He turns crimson. “You want—”

The rest of his words drop dead when he feels your lips brush against his, just the faintest of touch, but enough to stop his breathing. “Yes,” you whisper, keeping your lips a mere inch away from his. “I want to.”

There’s a little pause that sends your heart thrashing wildly inside your rib cages, worried that he might not like it when you’re being this aggressive. After all, in all of his videos, he seemed like he enjoyed being in control more than being controlled. But then Eren sighs, full of longing, speaking his next words in a whisper. “Can I kiss you?”

You're lost for words, realizing just now that you’ve never had someone ask you that question before. You wonder why he’s asking you that in the first place. Isn’t it obvious that you want him to? Nevertheless, his words bite your cheeks like fire. “Yes, please.”

And when he does, you understand why he asked for your permission. He kisses you like a dying man, or rather, a starving man, and you were the sustenance that would save his life. It’s not even two seconds in, and you’re already whimpering against his mouth, with him eagerly swallowing every noise you make. He’s pulling you close, one hand holding the side of your neck, the other one fisting your hair, your breasts squeezed against his chest, answering his rapid heartbeat with your own.

It’s more than a kiss. It’s a dream. It’s your prayer getting answered. It’s your passion and desire being consumed all at once and returned ten times more intensely. The way his lips dance against yours, his tongue teases, flicking over and swiping at your lower lip, luring you into wanting to taste him in a similar fashion, it intoxicates you more than any alcohol you’ve ever had.

Did he kiss you like this before? No, you don't think he did, but it doesn’t matter. Or maybe you just don’t care. What matters is that this is Eren—the man you’ve been waiting for what feels like an eternity—and he’s making you feel good.

His lips, the taste of his mouth—they make you feel a thousand things at once. Delight, urgency, impatience, and need. Eren pours all the heat and longing he could pour into the simplest movement of your lips meshing and your tongues intertwining.

Then he recalls the words you said. It could be quite erotic if you’re a gentle kisser.

Gentle, huh?

Eren pulls away, just for a moment. You’re sharing each other’s breath, panting lightly with your foreheads pressed together. “Why are you stopping?” You ask him, sounding a little bit whinier than you intended. Your fingers curl around his wrist, your tongue peeks out to wet your bruised lip. “Kiss me again…”

Eren bites his lip for a second, a sign of nervousness before he dives back in. Be gentle, he reminds himself. He puts more control to contain his burning ache this time, kissing you deeply, but making sure that his tongue slides slowly against yours. You can feel it, feel the way the round titanium slides over your muscle. Even without it, Eren is already more than capable of waking up the butterflies inside your stomach only with his lips. But this…

“Mmm…” You moan breathily against his mouth, holding his wrist tighter as he angles your face further to the side, his tongue now gliding over your teeth. The sensation he’s giving you, the little strokes and slides, they're so much more sensual, electrifying you in ways no one has ever done before. “Eren…”

He alternates with a little nibble on your lip. “Hmm?”

“You’re…” He only allows you to speak one word at a time, rewarding you with a never-ending kiss. “You’re such a good… kisser,” you mumble out, almost deliriously, and you can feel his smile forming against your own. Your praise revives his confidence, transforming him back into his other persona—the man who knows the best way of pleasing his woman in bed.

“Yeah?” He teases you. “Open your mouth, baby.”

You part your lips wider, and he closes his around your tongue, sucking at your slick muscle until you have to squeeze your thighs together. He releases you, kissing you deeply once before he purrs, “Did you like that?”

“Yes…” Every answer comes out in a whimper. “When did you get so good?”

“Well, I’ve been practicing.” His little chuckle morphs into a soft groan when you imitate him, capturing his bottom lip between your teeth. “For, like… Four years.”

Your laughter echoes deep from your chest. “Four years?” You try to claim his mouth just as much as he does with yours. “That’s a while.”

“Yeah, just…” He drags his mouth to your cheek, your jawline, and the little spot below your ear before he returns to your lips. “Just constantly making out with my hand,” he jokes, his breathy chuckle sounds sexier than ever. “I’m glad it paid off.”

You toss your head back, exposing more skin of your neck for him to suckle on. “What else did you—ah, yes, right there—do with your hand?”

“Patting stray kittens, making pancakes for the orphans,” he answers before he takes your earlobe between your teeth, doing a little mmm when he clamps his lips around your shell. “Taking my nana’s hand as I helped her cross the street.” His hand roams over your chest, gently cupping you over your shirt. “You know, just doing good things for humanity.” You want to laugh but you can’t. You’re too conscious of the way he has his hand slipping underneath your fabric, his fingers pushing up your bra. “What about you?” He questions with a content sigh. She’s so warm. Eren mumbles something under his breath, something in German most likely, when he feels your body shuddering from the way he has your nipple trapped between his fingers.

“You’re asking me—” You shiver lightly, suddenly feeling oversensitive. “What have I been doing with my hand?”

Eren can barely keep up with the conversation. All he can think about is how to discover your favorite spots, how to make your body tremble again in the way that only he can do it. “Sure.” He pushes you gently to the bed, crawling his way down your body. “Have you been a good girl?” He lifts the hem of your shirt, just enough to reveal the soft skin of your navel.

“Depends—mmh!” Your fingers find his hair, taking a handful of his bun when he slides one hand between your legs. You lift your hips just enough for him to yank on your shorts, letting them pool around your mid-thighs before he returns his hand to rub against your clothed heat.

“Depends on what?” He licks a stripe of your skin, moving up from your stomach to the valley between your breasts. With two fingers still stroking you over your lingerie, Eren uses his other hand to massage your mound, attaching his lips to the other.

“On how you define good,” You finish, arching your back and mewling at the sensation of him sucking hard on your nipple.

“Well…” His tongue flicks over it, his piercing feels cold when it meets your bud. “I define good as you touching yourself while you watch me on the screen.” Rolling your nipple once between his teeth, he moves down, his mouth leaving wet trails on your skin. “And you moaning out my name when you cummed.”

He stands on his knees, tossing your shorts away to the floor. His gaze feels burning as he rakes his hungry eyes over your folds, his cock twitching inside his pants, begging to make contact. You squeeze your thighs together, not letting him take another peek as you provoke him with your coy smile. “Well, then…” You place a finger between your teeth, your smirk titillating. “I’ve certainly been good.”

“Yeah?” Eren’s eyes traverse down your body as he stands on his knees, looming before you. “How about today? Will you be good?”

“I don’t know. Do you want me to be good?” You purr, still sounding a little breathless every time you vocalize your words, your voice dripping with need. “I can be whatever you want me to be.”

“You’re such a tease.” His little grin is so attractive, lighting up fireworks inside your stomach, that it almost feels like he’s doing you a favor every time he smiles.

You spread your legs just a little, to give him a glimpse of your scarlet, lacy lingerie. “Do you think I’m a good girl, Ren?”

“Depends,” he answers, raising one of your legs in the air so he can take off your matching red pump. He does the same with your other one, taking his time to pepper sweet kisses on your ankle before he slides his hand up your leg. He takes off your underwear, tossing it to the side.

You watch him lean forward until he settles his head between your thighs. “On what?

“On how good you respond when I do this.” He presses his tongue against your heat, pushing it in until he can slide it up and down your lower lips. Your body jerks forward, your legs closing around his head. Eren chuckles. He didn’t expect you to be that sensitive. “Now, now,” he coos as he lands his large hand on your thigh, pinning it down against the sheets. “You want to be a good girl, don't you? Good girls stay still until Daddy tells you otherwise.”

You’re gonna cum only when Daddy allows you to, you got that? Eren’s words from the video you saw last night find their way back to your ears and you thank every God and angel in heaven for allowing you to hear him talk like this in person. That you don’t have to imagine the way he has his breath fanning your skin, his lips ghosting across the inner part of your thighs. That you don’t have to close your eyes to visualize his emerald eyes looking up at you from between your legs. You can just gaze down, and you’ll see him with his tongue darting out, his eyes coated with lust.

Resting his body on the bed with his stomach pressed against the sheets, Eren hooks his arms around your thighs, guiding you closer to him and holding you still. He starts with a gentle kiss on your clit, light as a feather but just as sinful as the desire written in his eyes. When he sees the way your breathing tatters in anticipation, he places firm, flat licks of his tongue from your opening to your nub. And then again. And again. And again. Not stopping until he feels quivers running down your legs.

“Mmm, God,” you rasp, fisting the edge of your pillow. This feels better, much better than how you imagined it would feel. His tongue is hot and eager, flicking and thrusting before his mouth clasps around your clit, sucking at it furiously. Insistently.

“Ah, fuck, right there—” you begin to keen, and Eren knows you’re not performing for the camera. Neither of you cares at this point, even when two cameramen are moving around the room, trying to get close-up shots of your actions.

One hand reaches to play with your nipple while the other presses your belly down, forcing your hips to tilt upward to his demanding mouth. “So good,” you sob out, almost in the same way as you did when you felt him penetrating you for the first time. That fucking piercing on his tongue works like magic. The small metal ball adds pressure, teasing you more than his tongue did, bringing a new sensation that feels unmatched. “Suck on my clit again, Ren, please…”

Eren moans against your skin. That nickname you gave him, the way you say it—so breathy and needy—God, this feels like a fucking dream.

Say it again, he begs in his mind. Say my name again. Say it like you own me. Like you can’t live without me. I want you to make me feel like I belong to you and no one else.

Your hand falls on his head, desperation clear in your clutching touch. “Ah, Ren, baby, you’re gonna make me cum.” Every whine, every whimper, and every plea makes his cock twitch inside his jeans. Your hips rock against his face as your hand holds him tighter, your fingers tangled in his strands and messing up his bun. Before long, you find yourself climaxing, rubbing your slick all over his face, body writhing and shaking in rapture.

He’s only started and you’re already this wrecked. “Oh my God,” you pant, throwing your head back as a shot of oxytocin courses through your veins and drowns you in bliss. “Holy shit, that was so intense. I don’t think I’ve ever—” Suddenly, the boy pulls away, coughing fervently until his eyes start to water. You panic, propping yourself up with your elbows. “What? What happened?”

“I just choked on my own spit,” he answers, jumping down the bed.

Hange, cackling, asks him a question. “Want me to get you some water, buddy?”

He tries to croak out his answer between coughs, “Yes, please.”

It’s ridiculous, so ridiculous that you find yourself guffawing. Never, not once, did you ever experience something as stupid as choking on one’s own spit during oral sex in your four years of working as a pornstar. But this is what makes it feel like it’s less of a scene, and more like reality. The reality where you are his girlfriend, and he’s just a lover who’s trying his best to please you, changing from sexy to cringe in a matter of seconds.

Eren, after gulping down nearly half a bottle of mineral water by himself, offers you the same drink. “Do you want some?”

“Yeah, I want some.” And you sit on your heels on the bed, taking a sip before he takes it away from your hand and shucks away your shirt.

“This is hilarious,” Hange comments from the other side of the room. “The fact that you guys just casually stop to take a drink.”

“What, pornstars aren’t allowed to be thirsty?” Eren simply replies. “When we have people thirsting over us every day? That’s not fair.”

“How are you both witty and ridiculous at the same time?” You giggle at him. “Honestly, though? I think you being dumb is what makes you so much more attractive to me.”

He scrunches up his nose. “Seems like you have a bimbo kink.”

“Are you a bimbo?”

“I don’t like the word bimbo. Too offensive.”

“Himbo then?”

“Yeah, I like that.” For a moment, you’re both laughing lightly into the kiss until he muffles the mirth in your voice with his lips, reminding you that he’s here not just to make you laugh. Your bodies topple down to the bed, hips grinding against one another.

“You’re going down on me again?” You ask him when you see him mapping his way down your body.

“What, you’re protesting?” Eren returns to his favorite spot, his tongue moving lazily, lapping up your juices. “After you cummed on me so fast?” he simpers, dragging his lips to nibble on the inside of your thigh, marking his territory. “I think you can do it again.”

“Well,” you chuckle, supporting yourself on your elbows to witness the little devilish smirk that graces his lips. “With that pretty mouth of yours, I definitely will.”

“Let’s do it again, then.”

“Wait—ah!" Not listening to you, Eren pushes his face forward until he has the tip of his nose grazing your clit, his tongue delving further inside your entrance. “As much as I’d love to—” you flinch, your body hypersensitive to every flick of his tongue now that you just came. “–do it again. I want you in me, Ren.”

“Then cum again and you can have me.”

“I didn’t realize you could be—” Your head falls back to the bed, your body arching. “This stubborn.”

“Well, it’s about time you know me better.” Without warning, Eren flips your positions until you find yourself straddling his face. “Use me,” he says, peering up your body. “Ride my mouth until you cum.”

Your stomach flips at his words but you try to showcase a grin. “Is that a request or an order, Daddy?”

“An order,” he answers, voice deep and serious enough that it almost sounds like a warning. Your grin falters away. There’s no joviality building in your chest right now. Only lust.

Grasping his head with one hand and bracing yourself against the bed with the other, you roll your hips so that your clit grinds against his tongue and lips. You can hear—no, feel his moan reverberating against your skin. His eyes almost fall shut but he doesn’t want to miss a second of your expression, the way your jaw hangs loose on your face as you’re burned by desire, the dangerous glint in your eyes. Fucking beautiful, he praises, his lips too busy working on something else to form the words.

Eren seizes your ass cheeks and helps you move, pressing you down and letting you know he could take your weight. You abandon all control, your hips rocking like a stripper performing a lap dance on his face. Eren gives you a playful smack on your ass, making you giggle as you squeal, “Ah, Daddy!”

“You like that?” He places one hand on your breast, massaging it firmly.

“Mm-hmm.” You bite seductively at your lip, your little grin is both juvenile and indecent. “I love everything you do to me.” Standing on your knees, you rock your hips frantically, mewling every time you feel his nose rubbing against your clit. “God, your tongue feels so good.” Your wanton moans send more blood pounding through his cock, and Eren sinks his nails into the supple flesh of your thighs.

Orgasm steals your breath again, enough to make you feel like all bones in your body have turned to dust. Eren would love to just remain still and drink the essence that seeps out of you but you’re past your limit.

“I want you in me,” you say, and just like him, it isn’t a request. It’s an order. “Now.”

You both rise on the bed, knees pressed against the sheets as you hurriedly unbutton his shirt, pushing the material off his shoulders and letting him cast away the rest of his clothing. Once there is no fabric separating your skins, you pull him down to the bed, winding your arms around his neck and spreading your legs to welcome him before you hook them around his waist.

“You’re so fucking warm,” he breathes out heavily against your mouth. The little noises you elicit burn through him, making him claim your mouth harder. The obscene slide of his tongue sends a current of desire through you that culminates in a raw, moist heat between your legs.

“You’re not even inside me yet,” you giggle, lifting your hips to grind against his hardness. “Fuck, you feel even bigger than you look.”

He smirks. “I’m not even inside you yet.”

This dynamic—all this flirting and playful banter you have with him, you can’t find it with anyone else. Maybe that’s why this feels so different. That’s why it feels so good. Because you’re having fun. Truly.

“Think you’re wet enough for me to just slide in?” Eren asks, eyes stitched together in concern. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Funny how you asked that, you ponder. Because as pornstars, there are a lot of things—something much worse—that can happen besides sliding in a dry cock and you both know, you’ve been through that. “Well, just to be safe,” you mirror his little smirk from before, squeezing his ass before you smack it with your palm. “Come up, big boy.”

Keeping your back pressed against the sheets, you apply wet kisses on his chest and his stomach as Eren rises up to his knees. Placing one hand against the wall behind your headboard, he uses his other one to guide his cock to your lips. You part them wide and close them around his tip, elevating your head just enough to take him all the way to the base.

“Shit,” he curses hoarsely, now settling both hands on the wall. “Can I fuck your mouth?”

You let his cock slide out of you with a pop. “Please.”

So he drives himself back in, choking you with the sudden thrust but it’s not something you can’t handle. You let him do what he wants with you, his fingers curling tight against the edge of the headboard, the hard muscles in his biceps contracting every time he plunges himself deeper inside your cavern.

“Fuck, look at you, Princess,” he pants, eyebrows furrowing deep as he witnesses the way you're swallowing around his dick, your cheeks hollowing as you suck him hard. “Taking my cock like that—you’re perfect.” He slows down his pace but adds a little more force to his thrust to punctuate his words. “So. Fucking. Perfect.” No one has ever called you Princess in bed before, and you’ve never heard him calling his co-star with that pet name either. It’s stupid how it makes you feel different, makes you feel special, but then again, all he’s been trying to do from the start is make you feel special, isn’t it?

With you sucking him as hard as you can, Eren whimpers, his hand shifting down to push back your bangs from your temple, stopping you at once. “Wait,” he says, chest heaving up and down. “You’re gonna make me cum if you do that.”

You take him in your hand, giving a few lazy pumps as you allow him to catch his breath. “And is it so bad…” You pause to kiss his mushroom head, never keeping your eyes away from his. “For you to do that?” You dip your tongue against his slit before you engulf him whole again. “I’m not sure about you, but I’ve been thinking about having your taste in my mouth.”

He shivers, his grip around your hair tightens. At this rate, he really is going to cum. “Fuck, stop, I can’t—” He breaks away, returning to his previous position, right between your legs. “I need to cum inside you,” he says, rubbing the underside of his cock against your clit. “I won’t be satisfied otherwise.”

“Well, let’s satisfy you then.”

Eren pushes inside you, inch by scalding hot inch. You both moan at the friction, at the way he’s stretching you out, rubbing against your insides. To Eren, it feels like coming home. Because this is where he belongs, isn’t it? Shrouded by your warmth, with your lips forming his name against his ear.

“Gonna fuck you now,” he warns, but his hips already move before he can finish his sentence.

It starts out fast, even when Eren tries his best to move slowly. He just can’t help it. His sanity is deteriorating with every sinful rock of his hips. “Fuck, I never want this to end.”

“Me too,” you rasp, arousal straining your voice. “God, please don’t stop. I want you to fuck me good. Want you to fuck me like this for hours.”

And honestly? Eren wants that too. He doesn’t care if it’s not biologically possible. He’ll try to find a way to do it. “I’ll fuck you again and again,” he promises as he moves to stand on his knees, throwing both of your legs over his shoulders. “As long as you let me.” He holds your thighs, wrapping his arms around them to keep them pressed to his chest. He’s buried deep inside you, finding your sweet spot easily and proceeding to abuse them when he feels your walls clenching tightly around him. His hair tie turns looser and looser with each drive of his hips until eventually, it slips off his strands. Eren has his hair flowing down to his shoulders, long strands swaying in accordance with his thrust.

God, he’s so beautiful, you adore him inwardly. Eren looks exactly like how he did in his videos.

“Come here,” you beg, “I want to feel your lips on me, Ren.”

It’s such an odd request to be coming from a pornstar, especially from you who tend to avoid doing something this intimate during filming. But intimacy is what you want the most right now, and it’s one that he would love to give.

For two people who have done questionable things in bed for money and fame, you find something as plain as missionary to be the position that you both enjoy the most. He moans your name as you whimper his. Wrapping your legs around his back, you hold him tightly, forcing him into a slow, deep grind that has you both panting until the only sounds in the room are your fevered exhales and the soft shift of skin against skin. Eren slows down his pace, his mouth painting love bites on the side of your neck.

You cradle his head in your arms, carding your fingers through his silky hair. “I didn’t expect you to take things slow,” you murmur with a dazed smile, enjoying the way he’s rubbing your walls so deeply.

“I’ve been wanting to do this to you for a long time now. Let me have my moment.” His tongue prods past your parted lips, and you welcome the invasion with a helpless moan. He belongs inside you. His cock, his tongue, his fingers—every part of him fits every part of you, and you wonder how can you feel complete again once the filming is over, when he’s the one who completes you?

“Keep talking to me.” You meet each of his thrusts halfway. “We had to stay quiet the first time we had sex. Let me hear you. I want to hear your thoughts, Ren. Want to hear what you think of me.”

He’s taking your nipple inside his mouth, your breast fits perfectly in his palm. “You don’t want to get inside my head, Princess,” he tries to conceal his bashfulness with a chuckle. “It’s all dirty up there.”

“Then, talk dirty to me.” Your words cause him to lift his head, his hips momentarily stop as he meets your gaze. “Let me know your deepest secrets.” You twirl your finger around his silver necklace, gently tugging him forward until his lips hover above yours again. “Let me know how good I make you feel.” You dart out your tongue, licking a stripe from his chin to his upper lip before you whisper your next words. “Let me know just how hard you want to fuck me.”

“Fuck.” It flips the switch he doesn’t know he has inside him. “You want to hear my thoughts?” He growls back. “Why don’t I just show you instead?”

Eren turns feral. The slow dance of your hips switches completely into pure, animal fucking. He flips you over to your stomach, your legs bent at the knees and driven apart. He ceases to his knees between your legs, propping himself on his elbows and plastering his torso against your backside. “Let me show you pleasure,” he speaks breathily right beside your ear, “Let me show you pleasure you’ve never dreamed of.”

And he keeps his promise.

“Oh—God—” You’re clawing against the sheets, your vision turning white with how forceful he’s being. You’re on cloud nine, wailing when you feel his hands gripping tightly on your ass cheeks, spreading them apart so he can see the way his cock slides in and out of you. You know you won’t last long if he keeps doing this. A part of you wants to let go and reach your high, but he’s made you cummed twice and you haven’t succeeded in giving him one. “Eren, wait—” When he doesn’t, you start begging out of desperation, “Let me ride you—I want—” You try to rise on your elbows but Eren lands his hand on your nape, pinning you back to the sheets.

“In a minute,” he says, making you shudder when he snarls out the word. “I’m not finished with you yet.”

Truthfully, Eren would love to switch positions. He wants nothing more than to see your face when your orgasm wrecks you apart. But this… This is your favorite position, isn’t it? He recalls the first time you begged him to do it. He can tell by the way your insides constrict around him too. He hits you in the angle you truly crave, the spot that makes you see stars. Eren figures he can be selfish after he submerges you with ecstasy. Right now, he just wants to make you cum.

As if he wasn’t going hard enough before, he picks up the pace. “Fuck!” You cry out, your temple sliding against the sheets. “You’re gonna—ah—you’re gonna make me cum—”

He swaps the constant drive of his hips to three powerful thrusts that knock every bit of air in your lungs. “Then. Fucking. Cum.”

With your mouth parting in a silent scream, you claw against the bed, but Eren reaches forward to cover the back of your hand with his palm. “Christ, that’s it,” he groans, his fingers filling the spaces between yours before he curls around them. “Squeezing my cock so fucking tight, Goddamn.”

You’re leaking down your thighs, a little bit of spurt staining the sheets beneath you. His hips start to stutter as he feels the tremors that run through your body, shocked by your third orgasm that day. He lifts your face and angles it to the side, smashing your lips together. Your heart thrashes madly about inside your chest and, scarcely able to breathe, you gasp against his mouth. “You’re insane…”

“For making you cum three times?” He chuckles, panting hard as he showers your spine with butterfly kisses. “I love it. I love making you cum. You look so cute when you do.”

Somehow, his compliment burns your cheeks. Turning around, you push him onto his back with your feet before you mount yourself on his hips. “Think you can have all the fun, Daddy?” you say, taking him in one hand before you lower yourself on his cock. “My turn now.”

“Mmm, fuck.” His moans are heavenly in your ear. “How are you still so fucking tight after I fucked you like that?”

“Maybe you just aren’t as big as you think you are,” you tease.

“Fuck you,” he responds with only merriment in his voice.

“I am, aren’t I?” You giggle, half-abashed, but seductive nonetheless. “It feels like our first time, doesn’t it? Me, riding you like this.”

Eren is trapped under your gaze, just as much as he is under your spell. It does remind him of the way you were connected for the first time, and it reminds him of the words he wanted to say but couldn’t.

So he reaches up a hand, while you land yours on his chest as you bounce slowly on his lap, taking your time since your thighs still quiver from the aftershock of your orgasm. Eren tucks a lock of stray hair behind your ear before he cups your cheek, guiding you to bring your face lower to meet his. “You’re beautiful,” he says, eyes coated by affection. “You’ve always been. That’s what I’ve been wanting to tell you when we did it the first time—when we met for the first time. You’re the prettiest angel I’ve ever seen.”

His words warm your face but you don’t let it show. “Yeah,” you smile shyly in return. “I think you said that.”

“And I’ll say that ten times more because I meant it.”

You lean close until he can feel your breath skim over his lips. “Only ten times more?”

He laughs, so softly, so beautifully. “A gazillion times more.”

“Hmm, that’s more like it.”

You rest your body on top of him, lips melding into one before you straighten your back one more time and pick up the pace. Your hand slides up his chest, settling at the front of his throat. “Can I choke you?”

Eren smirks not at your question, but the way you asked for it—all wicked grin and eager eyes, wanting to see his submissive side after he dominated you like a beast. “You want to choke me?”

You bite your lip in that flirtatious way he loves, just to rile him up. “Mm-hmm.”

“I didn’t know you were into that.”

“I’m into anything.” You purposefully roll your hips slower, making sure that he feels every friction, every rub of his cock against your hot flesh. “Just trying to keep an open mind. And, you know, have fun.”

“Well then, go ahead.” Eren removes his hand from your hip, guiding your fingers to curl around his throat. “Choke me like I’m your fucking whore, baby.”

“Yeah?” Your smirk blooms wider. “You want it?”

“I want it.” Then he hisses, wincing in pain, your hand pressing against his windpipes. “Ah,” he moans lowly between deep chuckles. “You’re not holding back.”

“Do you want me to?” You tease, tightening your grip just a little bit harder. “I thought you liked it rough, Daddy.”

The mischief in his eyes wavers, but it has nothing to do with the way you’re almost blocking his airways. “Eren,” he corrects, one hand circling your wrist. “Call me Eren. I want you to call me by my name.”

You blink, not expecting him to plead such a request. You loosen your grip, your smirk vanishes without a trace, your gaze softening before you lean down and kiss him lightly on his lips. You appreciate his honesty and you reward him in the same way. You whisper your real name, quiet enough just for his ears to hear and his eyes to widen. “I want you to call me by my name too,” you say with a diffident smile, your face aflame. “No more pretending. It’s just you and me now.”

Happiness expands within him. Stroking your cheek with his thumb, he looks up at you with loving eyes. “Just you and me.”

Once your mouths collide, the affection he holds for you adds fuel to your already blazing flame and you snap your hips ruthlessly, driving you both over to the edge. But unlike him, your stamina is draining fast from how much you’ve climaxed today.

“Let me help,” he offers, sliding his hands up your thighs. “Lean back, Princess.”

Delicate and beautiful, you open yourself to him. Still lying on his back, Eren opens his legs apart. You sit on his cock, facing him while spreading your legs as wide as you can. You place your hands between his legs to support your weight. Eren holds you by settling his hands just above your knees and he propels his hips upward, driving his length into you repeatedly. Your breasts bounce, your lip bit and bruised by your own teeth. He can see everything, the way your cunt is sucking him in, the way he stretches you out. You’re so exposed, leaving barely any room for his imagination to wander and he can’t take it anymore.

“I’m about to cum,” he says, and for the first time in what feels like hours, his voice turned a bit high-pitched. “Ah, God, baby—” He whines, his hips losing rhythm. “Can you make yourself squirt for me? Please—ngh—I want to see you squirt when I cum—”

The desperation in his voice makes you want to succumb to him harder than you’ve ever done for any man. Shoving your fingers inside your mouth to lubricate them, you move them down to rub your pads against your clit. Eren watches with unblinking eyes, fucking you faster to match your pace. “Shit—Shit, Ren—it feels so good—”

“Yeah?” He grunts. “Give it to me, Engel. Squirt on me, come on.”

And when you do, he shoots all his seeds inside you. His hips thrust up hard enough to make you lose your balance but he catches you just in time, rising up from the bed to wrap an arm around your waist. Your juice drenches his abdomen, filling the deep of his v-lines before it trickles down to the sheets. You can feel his member throbs and spasms inside you, emptying everything inside and holding your body close until you find it near impossible to breathe. “Ah… Fuck, baby…” He sighs out in ecstasy, speaking the words against your shoulder before he grants you a lingering kiss on the same spot. “So good, you’re so good…”

“Yeah…” You reciprocate with a small, breathless giggle. “Felt amazing, Ren…”

You swat his messy hair away from his face, wanting to see the serenity that sketches his eyes. He looks beautiful before, but he’s ethereal like this. Absolutely spent and drowning in bliss. You brush your lips against his forehead, wondering if it’s too intimate when you break away but Eren has this adoring, drowsy smile on his face and he returns the favor with a cute kiss on your nose.

“I think I came a lot,” he murmurs, slurring out his words like a drunken man before his deep chuckle follows.

“It’s only fair. I just came all over your abs.”

“That’s hot. Can I do one more thing, though?”

“Huh?” Your confusion is followed quickly by a surprised yelp when Eren tosses himself back on the bed and yanks you forward by your legs. You’re sitting on his chest again, only this time, you have your feet plastered against the sheets instead of standing on your knees. Eren keeps your thighs apart, watching the way his semen is mixed with your slick, his hazy eyes drooping at the way it dribbles down to his chest. “I guess we both came so much, huh…”

“Eren—” You’re being tugged forward again before you can finish. “Ah, wait—”

Eren has his mouth pressed hotly against your heat, lips separated wide enough to almost cover you from your clit to your entrance. Body convulsing at the sensation, your heart pulsates fast at the thought of him eating both of your cum directly from your cunt. “Fuck—” You’re pulling on his roots, feeling overstimulated as you’re practically squatting on his face. “You’re gonna make me squirt again—”

“Then do it,” he husks, half-lidded eyes watching you closely. “Don’t hold back. I wanna taste it.” He moves down to lap at your wetness. “Wanna taste all of it. I’ll lick you clean this time.” And when he sucks on your clit, abusing it till it’s swollen, all the knots inside your stomach loosen at once. You quiver at the intense release, muscles tautening before they unwind with a content sigh. Clear liquid gushes out of you, spraying some droplets to his face while the rest drips right inside his mouth. “Mmph…” Eren breathes heavily through his nose, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he wolfs down everything you give him.

“Eren—Eren, wait—” You try to stop him by tweaking his hair but instead of halting his movements, it encourages him to go harder. Grabbing your thighs, he pulls them forward, raising your legs in the air and holding them still by clutching his hands against the back of your knees. You fall back, your spine falling to his chest as Eren lifts his head, trying to get every bit of you by licking, sucking, and swallowing around your heat. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—” Your thighs threaten to close tightly around his head but he keeps them spread apart. He does it for a few seconds more until your body stops shaking.

He ends his ministrations with a gentle peck on your clit and a few light kisses on your thigh. His head falls back to the bed with a satisfied sigh, keeping his hands on your stretched-out legs. You’re too weak to move, resting your entire weight on his body.

“You okay?” Eren asks and you stare dazedly at the ceiling.

“Yeah, just… Completely, and utterly fucked out.”

Small peals of laughter fill the air. Carefully, Eren shifts around until he has your body laid down on the bed, with him snuggling close beside you. Before you rest your head on his chest, you notice the stain on the corner of his mouth. “You still have a little bit of my, uhh…” You press your thumb against it, trying to wipe it off. For some reason, Eren feels giddy with the way you’re babying him, chuckling before he closes his lips around your thumb, gently rolling your finger between his teeth. He’s so sexy, it’s ridiculous, you muse, unable to keep your eyes off him.

Your chemistry with him is unlike any other and you both feel it too. Eren whispers something naughty in German, and you lightly slap a hand across his chest before your lips meet again in a playful kiss.

“Round two?” You question, one corner of your mouth quirking up.

“Round two.” He rubs your noses together, grinning from ear to ear. “And three, and four, and five.”

“You want to spoon me this time?”

“I’d love to, Princess.”

“Ehem!” Hange exaggeratedly clears her throat, snapping you both to reality.

“Fuck!” Eren curses in surprise. “I forgot you’re here!”

“Yeah, clearly.” She rolls her eyes, but there’s nothing but a cheeky grin written on her lips. Moblit is sitting beside her with his face flushed, glancing at the bed every now and then but unable to keep his eyes on the way Eren’s hips are pressing against yours. “I see you guys are having fun,” Hange comments, fixing her glasses.

“Ugh, terrible,” you groan dramatically, “Worst sex I’ve ever had.”

“Yeah,” Eren echoes to the camera. “I want a refund.”

You act more like a couple than couples do, Hange would say, and she’s so satisfied with the result, knowing your audience would feel it too when they watch your video.

Now that the filming has ended, both you and Eren are given time to clean yourselves up. You part ways with him with a light kiss that lingers longer than it’s supposed to. About an hour later, you both meet again in the same room, all dressed up in your previous clothes, your bodies fresh from the shower, and your make-up fixed. Eren takes your hand and guides you to take a seat next to him on the edge of the bed. The way he laces your fingers together feels so natural that you wish you never had to let go.

You both face the camera as Hange asks you some questions for your final interview. You talk about the experience you shared with him today, how amazing it feels, and how everything exceeds your expectation—no, it surpasses even your wildest dream.

“How about you, Mr. Aiden Wolff?” Hange turns to your co-star. “How are you feeling?”

Eren’s about to answer her when he catches you knitting your eyebrows together in confusion. “Aiden Wolff?” You ask him.

“Yeah, that’s my stage name.”

Stage name? Your frown only turns deeper. You swore, he went with the name Jaeger on his PornHub channel. Or maybe that’s another channel of his? Does he have a few different stage names? That doesn’t make any sense.

You’re so distraught by your own thoughts that you don’t hear him answering Hange’s question. It’s when your interviewer moves on to another query that you decide to push away your thoughts for now.

“Would you say this is the best sex you’ve ever had?” she asks and you both turn to each other. There’s a faint blush on his cheeks, and you know his answer is the same as yours. “Yeah,” you both answer sheepishly at the same time.

“Ugh, gross,” Hange snorts, before the three of you laugh.

“Honestly, I would love to do this with you again sometimes,” you tell him, giving his hand a little squeeze.

Eren brings your tangled fingers to his face, his lips dancing across your knuckles when he answers, “I would never say no to that.”

“Hey, here’s a wild idea,” Hange chimes in. “Maybe your brother can join you next time. I bet people would love to see a threesome with you guys.”

“Your brother?” You incline your head to the side, puzzled. “I didn’t know Zeke was an actor too.”

“No, she, uhh—” Eren suddenly turns tense, his eyes darkening. “She’s talking about my twin.”

You gape. “You have a twin?”

“You didn’t know?” Now, he’s the one who seems confused. “Weird. I thought everybody must have known him by now. I mean, he’s way more popular than me. Jaeger on PornHub? Never heard of that?”

At the mention of his channel, your blood runs cold. You hold your breath. All this time, you thought you’d been watching him—Eren—on the screen. When your voice returns, you feel like someone is carving scars on your throat. “I—” The words I thought that was you almost came out but you’re glad you caught yourself just in time. How would Eren feel if he finds out that you’ve been watching his brother’s videos and touching yourself to them? “I’ve never heard of him,” you lie, and it’s not even slightly convincing.

“Well,” Hange joins in, trying to break the tension. “If the fans keep asking about it, I’m sure there will be an opportunity where you and Kruger can get… acquainted.” She ends it with a teasing laugh but none of you repay the same way. Eren is still watching you with his jaws clenched tight, while you keep your eyes fixated on your lap. You detach your hand away from his, fingers crumpling into fists as you rest them on your thighs.

You try to keep your smile intact for the rest of the interview, but as soon as the camera goes off, and the crews leave the room to end the filming with a few drinks, you turn reticent.

“Hey, you okay?” Eren asks, staying where he is instead of following after Hange. “You seem awfully quiet.”

“Ah, yeah, I’m just—” You force out a laugh. “I guess I’m just tired.”

Eren doesn’t buy it, not even for a second. He knows exactly when your expression started to change, and it was at the mention of his brother’s name. He may not be the brightest person in the room, but he’s quick at putting all the pieces together.

Clearly, you didn’t know Eren’s channel even existed. You didn’t know he existed, as you seemed baffled when you heard his stage name: Aiden Wolff. True, Eren’s only been doing mediocre porn movies, which is why it shocked him when Petra gave the news that you wanted to work with him, knowing you’re much more popular than he is. But it turned out, you wanted to work with Kruger, not him. When you told him you watched his videos, you watched his. When you said you touched yourself to the thoughts of him, you were thinking about him. All these years, you had been wanting Kruger instead of him, or at least your body did. Eren just happened to own the same face.

The feeling of joy, one that was intense enough to suffocate him with it just a few moments ago when he learned that you had been obsessing over his videos just as much as he had with yours, suddenly turned sickening.

“Are you disappointed?” Eren asks quietly, his self-esteem shattering by the second. “Knowing that I’m not him?”

Your heart plummets to your stomach. All of these emotions and feelings are churning inside your chest, but you’re certain that disappointment isn’t one of them. “Eren…” You reach out to take a hold of his hand. “I’m—”

Your phone rings, vibrating inside the pocket of your jeans. You both freeze at the sound, bodies turning rigid.

After three seconds have passed, Eren retracts his hand away. “You should take it,” he says, returning to his feet. “I’m gonna go meet Hange. We can talk later.”

The sudden change in his demeanor leaves you with no opportunity for you to vocalize your thoughts, at least not right now. “Okay…”

And he walks away without dropping a word nor a glance, only an anchor to your chest and shackles around your feet. Sighing, you snatch the phone from your pocket, noticing that it was your manager, Hitch, who’s been calling you persistently. “Hello?”

“Oh, thank God, you picked up!” She breathes out in relief. “Babe, you are so gonna love me for this. I just booked you the biggest job of your life!”

“What?”

“You remember how you used to pester me about landing you a gig with that guy from the Stardom Agency? Jaeger on PornHub?” Your breathing stops at once, your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. “Well, guess what? I just got a call, and they said they’re looking for a girl to shoot a threesome video with him and his twin. How fantastic is that?!”

It’s not funny. It’s cruel and heartless for fate to play a trick on you like this—right at this moment when you just found out about the truth.

“Babe?” Hitch’s voice rings again. “You there? Did you hear what I said?”

“I heard you.” Your tongue lays heavily inside your mouth, and it tastes like poison. True, it’s something that you’ve been wishing to happen for years, but what the fuck are you supposed to do now?

Before you can answer her, the door creaks open. Eren, with one hand around the doorknob and another one gripping his phone, watches you with horror slowly making its way to his eyes. “I just got a text from my manager,” he says, and your skin crawls with dread.

No. Don’t say it.

“Kruger wants to work with us.”

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AN:

Hi, everyone! Thank you for reading BI chapter 2 ❤️ My job here is done, Sandra will be taking over from here and write the next two chapters (which will be SUPER HAWT). Please follow and keep an eye on her blog @smfics 'cause we'll be posting the next two chapters over there ❤️

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