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twovialsofamortentia · 2 months ago

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just like that! episode 07 ft. prongs

🎧 make you mine- madison beer

a/n: this is part one of a series me and @prettydaisygirl are working on because we’re feral, this is kind of like a prologue, so follow daisy for the next update!

warnings: talks of sex, alcohol, streamer!james being sexy, but also hopeless for pornstar!reader, who makes twitter porn and has a sex podcast

“So,” you giggled, hoisting your legs up under you on the sofa, crossing them. You held your podcast mic in one hand, just resting your fingers around the stand, the metal cool on your skin. “I can’t really have you on this podcast without first and foremost talking about the fact your followers call you Prongs. That’s sexual in itself.”

“I know, it’s so bad, it was never meant to be like that.” James laughed, running a hand over his face. “It’s a nickname I’ve had since uni, from an old inside joke, but you’d be surprised at how many people make it a sexual thing.”

“Well, I know that your mates take the piss out of you for being the one that gets all the attention from the girls. I mean, there’s literally thousands of girls making edits of you on TikTok, I see it all the time.”

“Oh god, I know, it’s actually insane, I’m not going to lie.” James laughed, a little awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s like a really weird feeling because obviously for me I’m not, like.. an influencer, or anything, I’m just me. It’s hard to come to terms with it.”

“Thankfully that’s not a problem I have in my line of work.”

James cleared his throat, laughing nervously again, and you swore you could see him blushing red.

“Jesus, I forgot about that.”

“Most people do when they see me with clothes on.” you giggled, leaning forward to reach for your glass of wine that was on the table. “D’you watch my stuff?” you asked as you swallowed your mouthful of wine. “I’ll cut this out, I always ask this question and cut it.”

“Jesus..” His face was definitely red now, though whether it was from you questioning it or the sight of you in front of him, he wasn’t sure. “Not religiously, but I knew about you when you’d just got started. You’re like three years older than me, so when I was like, seventeen, God- I was just- feral, for want of a better word.”

“Really?” you smiled, curling up further against the back of the sofa. “That’s- actually kinda cute. That you’ve followed me the whole time, and now you’re here.”

“I don’t think cute is the word to describe seventeen year old me putting a lock on my own bedroom door so I could watch your videos.”

You laughed at that, eyes squeezing shut as you leaned your head back against the sofa.

“Anyway, I’ll cut all that out.” you giggled. “I just find it helps to ease into talking about sex by getting it out of the way that I’m a pornstar, you know?”

James chuckled. What else could he do? He had spent his teenage years jacking off to the sight of you with no clothes on. You used to be his phone lockscreen. He used to moan your name in the shower. Now he was in your living room, and you wanted to spend the next hour essentially talking dirty to him.

"Uh, sorry-" James cleared his throat, voice cracking. "I'm like... suddenly incredibly awkward."

"It happens." you shrugged. "You need five minutes before I start asking questions? Cause, I mean- I have no innocent questions. They are just all filth."

“No, no, you’re good. I’m ready.” James lied.

“Okay, okay.” you took a breath, adjusting yourself, knowing that was where you’d cut the audio to begin again. “Quick fire, to get you warmed up: Weirdest place you’ve ever had sex?”

“Jesus-” James said for what felt like the millionth time in five minutes, voice cracking. “Don’t know, actually.. probably like- a nightclub bathroom?”

“That’s a tame answer.” you replied quickly. “Okay, next one: Place you’ve always wanted to have sex?”

“Library.” James said rapidly, laughing at the absurdity of it. “Don’t ask why, I couldn’t tell you.”

“It’s the being quiet thing. I get it.” you giggled. “Car sex, yes or no?”

“Oh- oh, yeah.” James laughed and ran a hand over his face, a little embarrassed, but that didn’t stop him from watching as you moved on the sofa, leaning over to place your wine down on the table, his gaze dropping to your cleavage for a moment.

“Mile high club?”

“No, not yet.”

“Threesome?”

“Once, in uni.”

“Two girls?”

“No. Short answer.”

“Okay, I’ll move on. Choking or hair pulling?”

“Hair pulling.”

“Spitting or slapping?”

“Spitting.”

“Mummy or Daddy?”

“Oh, God, both.” James groaned, laughing. “These quick fire questions are murderous.”

“That’s why I always end with that one.” you nodded, sipping your drink. “Expand on it. People don’t usually say both.

“Yeah, well- I’m still trying to, uh- figure out that one myself.”

You smiled at that, sipping your drink and giving James a moment to recover from your fast-paced quizzing. You had watched a few of his streams, and a couple of his friends' vlogs, in preparation to have him on the podcast. He didn't seem like the type to be obsessed with you, like you'd seen from previous guests, but you could tell from the way he was watching you when he thought you weren't looking that he was thinking I know what's under those clothes, and I like it.

"Talk to me some more about the library fantasy." you asked him, leaning forward to set your drink back on the table in front of you.

James hummed an exasperated little laugh, nodding slowly as he tried to find the words that wouldn't get him totally rinsed by his parents if they ever happened to stumble across a sex podcast made by a retired pornstar- unlikely, he hoped, but nothing was impossible for Monty and Effie, and he knew he'd be in for a lifetime of teasing if they got their hands on this. He didn't even want to think about the lashing he was going to get from the other marauders.

"Well, it's just one of those, innit," he began. "Everyone's got one thing they just find really sexy, for no real reason. I guess it is the being quiet part of it, really- I've never sat and thought about it."

"Have you ever done it?"

“No.” James laughed loudly. “No, God, I wish.”

“I get it though.” you giggled. “Up against the bookshelves, that’s what does it for me.”

“Oh, stop, you’re killing me here.” He groaned, hiding his face with his hands, peeking at you through his fingers.

“It’s because you’ve not drunk enough!” you laughed. “Get that down you, you’ll be fine then.”

James nodded, reaching for his drink. He didn’t want to get wasted, because then he knew he’d do something ridiculously stupid like make a move on you. And, while his mind was screaming at him to do that, he knew that it was probably ill-advised.

It was also James’ way that alcohol made him very, very loose-lipped. He was hoping that would work in his favour, and not the other way around.

He managed to control himself for a good twenty minutes, but James felt the alcohol hit him like a freight train as soon as he watched you stretch your legs out in front of you, and he remembered exactly who he was sitting next to. You. He knew you.

He knew you, but he didn’t.

James knew you were twenty when you first started posting on twitter. He knew that you used to have a boyfriend with blond hair. He knew that there was a tattoo of a dragonfly on your lower back, and he knew what noises you made when you came all over your own fingers, because he had watched you do it a dozen times.

But sitting in front of you for the first time ever made James realise that those were good enough things to know about you, but they weren’t enough to really know you.

And James didn’t like that.

“Okay, so.” you started, sitting up straight, and crossing one leg over the other, adjusting your microphone to reach your mouth in your new position. “What’s your body count?”

“Is it really bad if I say I lost count?”

“No, but I wouldn’t have expected that from you. Have a guess?”

“It’s probably something in the realm of about fifteen.” James shrugged. “I lost my virginity when I was.. sixteen, I think? And then in uni, I was just sort of.. set loose. Wanted to fuck anything that moved. You included.”

“Prongs, are you flirting?”

“Maybe, little bit.” James was definitely a little tipsy now, and that meant any filter he had on earlier had disappeared as quickly as the drink had. “Is it working?”

You laughed at that, taking a moment to decide whether you wanted to answer honestly. If it was too flirty you’d just cut it out.

“It might be.” you chuckled, once you had calmed down. “I’ll- fucking cut that out-“

James shook his head, swallowing a mouthful of his drink, and when he darted his tongue out to swipe the excess off of his lips, you noticed.

You also noticed every time his eyes raked over your figure as if he had never seen you before. Granted, until today, he’d only ever seen you on his phone screen. From what he had told you since you had started recording, though, James had seen you a lot.

“Leave it in.” he told you. You weren’t often in the business of doing as you were told, especially on your own podcast. This time, though, you nodded, smile spreading across your face.

“You know, anyone that’s just listening to the audio isn’t gonna see, but the way we’re sat right now- So like, normally it’s like, opposite ends, but we are- I mean, I might as well be on top of you.”

“If you like.”

“Oh my God.” you giggled, sitting back against the sofa slightly. “You know, you’re a little younger than me, but you’re pretty fucking smooth.”

He laughed, a little bit of a tipsy, hiccuping giggle, that actually set off a wave of butterflies in your stomach.

“You say that like I’m sixteen.” said, watching as you sat back, his gaze raking over you. His mouth suddenly felt incredibly dry, and he took another drink, clearing his throat.

“Of course not, you’re definitely-“ you cleared your throat. “A man, but you’ve been streaming since you were like, eighteen, right?”

“Something like that, yeah.” James nodded, and this time there was no embarrassment as his gaze roamed over your body. “I just used to stream for like, three people. It started with me getting an account so we could all play Jackbox, which is why I was down as Prongs and not something more creative- I just didn’t think anyone was gonna see it.”

“Hah- take it from me- the internet is forever.”

“Yeah, well, you make it look good.”

Ten minutes of shameless flirting and filthy questions later, you wrapped up the podcast, after accepting the offer to crash one of James’ upcoming streams, so that you could get a taste of what it was like to be live, just like you had given James a glimpse of your professional niche in having him on the podcast.

“Oh, I don’t know...” you began to protest when he suggested it, unsure if you would be as welcomed by James’ audience as he was bound to be by yours- James’ fans are all teenagers that are in love with him; your audience is essentially just horny people in collective agreement that James is a fucking smokeshow.

“Don’t be daft, they’ll love you, you’re a laugh.” James insisted, waving you off as if it were the most obvious thing in the world that you would be loved anywhere you went. “And you’ll have a few hundred people telling you how beautiful you are, I’m sure you’re used to that.”

It took a few more minutes for James to convince you, but eventually, he did, and you let him out of your apartment, hugging him the way you did when he came in, except he lingered a little longer this time. You didn’t know whether it was because he didn’t want to leave, or because he was less nervous to be around you, but neither of those were inherently bad feelings.

“I’ll call you.” you told him certainly, clinging onto your front door frame as you watched him head down the steps onto the pavement.

“If I could show a clip of you telling me that to seventeen-year-old-me, he’d have dropped dead on the spot.” James laughed. It was taking enough of his will not to do the same now. Thankfully, for the sake of his dignity, and his chance with you, he managed to stay upright long enough to wish you goodbye, flash you a wink, and walk away.

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