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writing-for-me-at-this-point · 5 years ago

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ii. Fun Facts About The Cast | Actor Au | Obey Me

Request: Its not, I love this AU tho

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A.N. Hope you guys all like this! Fun facts about the cast lmao

[ Actor AU Masterlist ]

Fun Facts

Benjamin ( Lucifer )

- Is the dad of the cast.

- In any scenes with Dmitri ( Luke ), he makes sure to know if he is alright, and often will stop scenes to ask.

- He also is an overall joker, so he has trouble filming most of his scenes, will often start laughing in the middle of filming and can break character the easiest.

- Best with kids overall, probably due to having his own, keeps their lives private tho.

- His hair was white for a past show, but the directors liked the look, so that's why he has white tips.

- One of the few male characters who cannot do those diets to accentuate his abs- so that's why his character is always covered up.

- He's in shape! But, he likes the fat that protects his muscle, he says he needs to stay soft to hug his kids.

- Known diabetic, so there's a table full of foods so his sugars are stable, the cast has glucagon shots all over the sets to be safe.

- Is in his early thirties, but people say he can pull off early twenties- he just snorts at this.

Avery ( Mammon )

- Takes the job seriously, and his scenes are easiest to film.

- Dark humor and often is the "Lucifer" of the cast.

- Seeing him switch from Avery to Mammon leaves the rest of the cast and crew fucking s h o o k.

- Will always be seen looking his finest.

- No, no one has seen him in public in sweatpants or anything like that. His image is very serious.

- Is a sweetheart when with the rest of the cast tho.

- His eyes are actually that blue.

- No one is sure if his hair is actually white or not, the way he speaks about it is vague, and fans are always theorizing.

- Watching over Benji ( Lucifer ), and is usually the one to tell him to check his sugars, since the other is quite forgetful.

- Is an immigrant from Turkey, so he has an accent, makes people thirst for him more.

- Helps aspiring actors and directors get into the field, and goes on hard work and talent, not who tries to pay him off.

Jackson ( Leviathan )

- Is the resident fuckboi.

- Always with males and females hanging off him, at this point the pop gave up, no- they aren't his partner.

- Flexes a shit ton.

- Wearing chains, a Rolex, and anything designer.

- Donates half of his salary to ocean reserves and protection funds, he has the money for it, and the show pays him well.

- Always at the beach, or near lake houses and shit, the one ( 1 ) thing he likes about his character.

- Hates the fringe he wears with a passion.

- His hair is actually a light shade of brown, his eyes are a darker shade, but still pretty light.

- First generation, his parents are Korean, so you can pick up hints of their accent in his speech patterns. Gets heavy when he's sleepy.

Ross ( Satan )

- Is a stoner.

- Goes on Instagram lives with either MC and gets high, talking about the dumbest shit or he's alone in his room and his cats join in.

- "So, if you think about- oH MY GOD PRINCESS. YES, COME TO DADDY."

- Has a kitten curled up on him, purrs loud as hell because mf is so warm, and the lives turn into purring ASMR sessions.

- Into self care, has a line of vitamins, face masks, and everything you can think of.

- Calls his fans his SaStans.

- Dmitri ( Luke ) is his younger brother.

- Will never let him out of his sight, and they love to be as mean as they can to each other, they love each other but love to bully one another.

- Is from the Bronx, so his accent is what Avery ( Mammon ) mimics for his character, often just records Avery's lines and sends them to him so he can practice.

- Owns an animal shelter he funds.

- "Carol Baskin? Who's that?"

- The REAL tiger king.

- Gets all his cats dyed to look like tigers.

Micheal ( Asmodeus )

- Chill as fuck.

- Has like 5+ kids, so the role fits him perfectly, and now it's an on running joke among fans that they are all his illegitimate children.

- You know why Asmodeus on the show wears so much makeup?

- His eldest daughter is one of the makeup artists, and she loves to try new looks on him, and the producers think it would fit the character well.

- People speculate his age, looks young but is in his late 30's.

- His first child was born when he was 16, so he likes to support safe heavens and things like that for struggling youths- from being kicked out to needing assistance with mental health.

- Tired af.

- Always in sweatpants, him and Ross ( Satan ) are the trademark bums of the cast.

- Thinks it would be hilarious that when Micheal is revealed, in the show, that he plays the character.

- Is a writer as well, TSL is a real series and he writes it, so they let him use it in the show.

- Vlogs in his car, in a Wendy's parking lot, eating a shit ton of food and talking about the most random shit.

- Half asleep in all interviews, wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, it's gotten to the point where everyone memes it too.

James ( Beelzebub )

- Himbo.

- One of the few cast members closest to their character.

- Absolute sweetheart.

- He's 20 years old.

- But how is he so fucking big???

- Comes from a big ass family, the middle child, he's baby 4 out of 9.

- All his siblings are redheads too.

- Very playful tho, with the cast always going along with his antics, making for the best bloopers.

- The contacts he wears make him blind af, which doesn't help since he's so tall, and will bump his head on the doorways and such.

- Can speak Scottish-Gaelic, and even has an accent to top it off.

- He is an absolute unit, and one of the characters who does the stupid diet to show off his form.

- Literally on the verge of passing out sometimes, so he needs to rest with Benjamin ( Lucifer ).

- All pictures, shirtless scenes, and such are filmed first so he can rest after and go back to a normal diet.

- Quiet guy, but loves talking about sports and his siblings tho.

- Is always carrying MC and Dmitri ( Luke ) around, now there are many off-guard photos posted to the casts shared twitter+instagram accounts

- Still pretty new to acting, but is amazing at emotional scenes, to the point fans actually think he's having a breakdown.

- Nah, he's just thinking about being alone, without his family- and it gets him bawling for said scenes.

Conner ( Belphegor )

- Crackhead

- Will not stay still, either for filming or just when everyone is chilling.

- Scenes where he's asleep? He's usually turned away from the camera, cause the idiot is smiling and giggling.

- Has tripped over his tail multiple times.

- Comes from a farm-life, literal cowboy, his southern accent just hits hard.

- He hides it very well, but it comes out at times or with certain words.

- Sees Benjamin ( Lucifer ) as a mentor, he's in his early twenties and new to the scene, but they are best friends.

- Benjamin ( Lucifer ) has now acquired a new child.

- A living meme.

- You know how Tom Holland can't keep a secret?

- Yeah, he's worse.

- Rest of the cast have all had to physically stop him from talking at one point.

- The cow pillow? It's actually his, when he got the role his father has sewn it himself, so he will bring it with him.

- It's basically free promo for the show and comforts him in the city space.

- Gets overwhelmed in large crowds, so he usually makes sure to have another cast member close by, or he will literally leave to a less crowded place to take a breath.

- Apologized to MC after the scene in which he kills them.

- His mama raised him right, so he takes MC to his house for a movie, in which they cuddle and relax for the night.

- Felt really bad for like... a whole week.

- "Country boy I love you~"

Thomas ( Barbatos )

- Brat.

- This is one cocky man, he's smooth as hell, and one whisper can make you weak in the knees.

- Grew out the one side of his hair, but he slicks his hair back or will pin it back, dyes it himself when it's time to film.

- Loves to piss Alex ( Simeon ) off.

- Has a true crime podcast with Roman ( Diavolo ), Alex ( Simeon ), and Benjamin ( Lucifer ), because they're all old friends.

- Donates to the cold case foundation because he knows what it's like to lose someone and not know what happened to them.

- He has a twin who is his stunt double, they love to fuck with the rest of the cast, both of them are little shits.

- Is the motherfucker who makes a channel and reads the crackhead fanfics

- Loves every word of it tho.

- Responds to every fans dms. Every. One. As a whole account for this shit.

- Walks with a bit of a limp, so he wears a brace to help even himself, but during wide-shot scenes you can catch it sometimes.

- Took actual classes to be a butler for the role.

Roman ( Diavolo )

- Himbo 2.0

- Catch this man tweeting what he's trying to search up at 2 in the morning.

- Leaves them because it's hilarious, makes videos where he reads them out sometimes, it's all in good fun.

- He has a set of triplets at home, so that dad energy radiates into the show too.

- You know how Diavolo seems sus at points of the game? Yeah, he's still like that IRL.

- The rest of the cast was put off at first, but that's how he is, and everyone eased up pretty quickly.

- Makes jokes that he has family in the Italian mob, but needed to stop once his father called him, saying that there were too many eyes on the family now.

- Man was s h o o k.

- Has sensitive skin, so all his makeup and body paints need to be specially made, made with all natural products.

- The bags under his eyes are baby bags.

- Will bring his kids on set, to which everyone will gush over, and watch them when they aren't filming.

- Very private with his kids ( to the public ), doesn't post about them much, and only the cast really sees them.

- Wine dad.

- Catch him bringing the whole cast out for "family trips"

- People nicknamed him Caesar

- So many JoJo references now

- "SHHHHIIIIIZZZAAAAAAAA"

- "Please, no."

Dmitri ( Luke )

- Is actually 12.

- Quotes vines, tiktoks, and other memes.

- Is one of the few people that Alex ( Simeon ) is openly nice too.

- Also has an accent, but since he's young and is learning, can now mimic every other cast member's accent.

- Wear earplugs for certain scenes, because of how raunchy and dark the scenes can get, so Simeon and Barbatos are always conveniently in the way, hiding the plugs.

- Is Ross' ( Satan ) younger brother, and if he isn't hanging off of him he's with James ( Beelzebub ), Benjamin ( Lucifer ), or MC.

- They know there are some sick fucks in Hollywood so he has an adult with him at all times.

- Posts pictures of him cuddling up to his brother and the kittens, new foods he is trying, and some pictures with family.

- He often is considered the new Gordon Ramsay.

- Had a collaboration with him.

- It was amazing.

- Best boy, catch him taking a nap in his ( and Ross' ) trailer, surrounded by tiger kittens.

- The TIGER PRINCE.

Alex ( Simeon )

- Avatar of wrath who?

- The embodiment of "No talk me, I angy"

- Jkjk, though he does have a temper, he only loses it with Benjamin ( Lucifer ), Roman ( Diavolo ), and Thomas ( Barbatos ).

- A sweetheart with all children though, like you know Simeon on the show?

- Yeah, he's only like that with kids.

- And respectable adults.

- Mama raised him well 2.0

- Grew up in NY

- Born in Gucci and Balenciaga.

- Was a child model and slowly expanded to acting.

- Dark humor galore.

- If Simeon met Alex, he'd probably have a stroke, cause THOSE WORDS are coming out of HIS mouth.

- Says the weirdest shit too.

- "Put your hand on my ass and call me a virgin."

- Bro are you okay???

- He is fluent in five languages and has a high IQ.

- Speaks: English, French, Italian, Arabic, and Mandarin

- Has a support system for children who struggle to learn conventionally, with trained tutors who are affordable, he knows what it's like to need certain needs met to learn, and he wants every kid to get that chance.

- Rough around the edges but has a heart of gold.

Derek ( Solomon )

- Loves to smoke with Ross ( Satan )

- He is more aloof than chill.

- One of the more awkward members, doesn't know how to socialize well, and is very shy.

- Watch out for Dmitri ( Luke ) on the down low.

- Didn't have the best life growing up, so he is a lot more street smart than book smart.

- Doesn't have a big social media influence.

- Very nice to fans, gives full hugs to them, and everyone feels so appreciated.

- Has a husky named Blue.

- Also has an owl, who he took in when he found it on his porch with a broken wing, and nursed it to health.

- He set it free, but she comes back often, and has a nest in the tree closest to his house.

- Named her Lovely.

- Animal person, so he helps Ross out with his animal shelters.

- Uses Blue as a living pillow, and only sleeps in his boxers when Blue is on his bed, because goddamn does that dog radiate heat.

- Him and MC live together, having grown up together, and made their livings together.

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leviathanswingman · 4 years ago

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It’s Work; DiaLuci Model! AU

The set was busy with people running all over the place. Make up artists, clothing designers and plenty of staff and crew members were filling the cramped space reserved for Majolish's next big photo shoot.

Lucifer pushed his way through multiple mingling staff members, his head bowed slightly, eyes focused on the planner on his smartphone. They were already terribly behind on their schedule. He raised his head and looked around, scanning the room for a familiar face.

For once, Diavolo had arrived on set before Lucifer and was now probably sitting in some chair, chattering on ever so carelessly while he let one of the make-up artists do their job.

Diavolo was the son of a world famous actress and a well-respected actor. Naturally, he had followed in their footsteps without any problems. From child actor to teenage heartthrob to irresistible model, Lucifer had known Diavolo through all of it.

Right from the beginning, they had worked side by side. After all, Lucifer had grown up in similar circles. Even though he had never known his mother, his father was a well known producer with a disreputable love for women. After all, Lucifer's father had eight children from five different mothers. Especially in the entertainment industry, that was a thing most people didn't simply turn a blind eye to. With each and every new siblings the press would obsess over their family a tiny bit more, making it eventually impossible to have any resemblance of a private life.

As the oldest child, the expectations had been high from the moment he had taken his first breath.

Without much ado, just following his father's will, Lucifer had grown up to be an actor and model up until the ripe age of eighteen, trapped in contracts for shows and shoots, all under his father's iron fist.

And then, the moment his last contract had expired, he cut ties with his father's agency, enrolled in college for a business degree and left his life of money and fame behind. He started to earn his own money and prestige just so he could fight for guardianship over his siblings in several heated court battles. And in the end, his hard work bore fruit. He won the court settlements.

Then, 7 years later, Diavolo and Lucifer unexpectedly reconnected. Out of all places to meet, they had simply run into each other in a cat café, with Lucifer looking for one of his younger brothers and Diavolo pouting as he had just fired his last manager.

They ended up talking for hours and hours, catching up on all the big events they had missed in the other's lives. And after several cups of coffee, Lucifer mentioned that he was about to quit his current job and Diavolo's eyes practically lit up.

And somehow, in spite of Lucifer's disdain towards the entertainment industry, he unexpectedly managed to convince Lucifer to stand by his side as his new manager.

Finally, he spotted a door marked with Diavolo's name on it and rushed towards it. There was no time to spare. They were scheduled to be on set for their next shoot in less than three 3 hours.

The bodyguard, guarding the door with strong shoulders, took one look at Lucifer and let him inside without any words.

Lucifer entered the dressing room with a short nod.

Diavolo was sitting on a chair talking to Barbatos, his personal assistant, as a make-up artist was busy doing the finishing touches to his face.

„Relax your face please,“ she muttered as she dipped her brush into a small tin and applied a bit more eyeshadow to the corner of the eye. She took a step back to observe her work, then nodded, apparently satisfied.

Lucifer slipped out of his coat and threw it over the back of a chair nearby. Diavolo waved at him quickly without moving his face too much, careful so that he wouldn't mess up the make-up artist's good work. Barbatos turned his head as he heard the sound of the door closing.

„Lucifer, good day,“ he greeted with the hint of a smile on his face, but then quickly switched over to more pressing issues. „I have been informed that there is an issue at large.“

Lucifer adjusted his glasses before placing his hands on his hips. „Which would be?“ he asked.

„It seems like Diavolo's partner for the shoot has still not arrived and we can't get a hold of either their manager or themselves.“

„Alright,“ Lucifer brought out. He pushed his bangs back and let out a deep breath. Of course, when they were already way too far behind on their schedule, mishaps like this one had to happen. „I will try the model's management again.“

Quickly, he scrolled through the abundance of business contacts on his phone until he found the right one. As he dialled the number, he was immediately met with several beeping tones. He dropped the call. Seemed like the manager's phone was turned off. How irresponsible.

Lucifer could practically feel all eyes in the room set on him. „I'm going to talk to the employer and ask if they have a replacement at hand. If push comes to shove I will fee l free to supply them with a replacement.“ After all, this shoot had been in the talks for several months now. Contracts had already been pulled up and Diavolo's fans had been teased excessively with insider knowledge about the photo shoot. Diavolo would lose a lot of money, prestige and fans if this photo shoot were to crash and burn at the last minute. And this just couldn't be happening.

Lucifer rushed out of the room in a hurry, already dialling the number of Majolish's manager. It rang once, rang twice. Then, the person on the other end of the phone hung up the call. For a moment, Lucifer stopped in his tracks and stared at the phone in disbelief when all of a sudden, someone bumped into him. Quickly, he looked up. It was Majolish's manager, who looked almost as outraged as Lucifer felt inside.

„I saw your call Mister Lucifer, but as I was already on my way here, I didn't see much sense in picking up your call. Will you follow me to the dressing rooms so we can solve this problem?“

„Of course.“

Together, they entered the dressing room Lucifer had stormed out of less than a minute ago. Diavolo was still sitting on his chair, but now seemed to be scrolling through his phone as Barbatos attacked Diavolo's shirt with a lint roller.

„Lucifer, you're back early-“

As soon as the door closed behind them the manager crumbled to the ground like a sack of potatoes. „We have a big problem!“ he exclaimed, already on the verge of hyperventilating. „We cannot reach the other model and there is basically no time left to find a replacement! I am so doomed!“

Lucifer's eye twitched, but he forced himself to remain calm.

„Please calm down,“ he started, his voice however lacking in empathy. He hated having to work with useless employers who crumbled at the smallest hints of stress. Lucifer would have never approved this shoot had it not been for Diavolo's father pushing for it. „I can still ring up a few models I know who live close by. Of course, only the best of the best. But it will take them a bit of time to come here.“

The manager shuddered. „That is impossible, I rented this space for only five hours. Exactly five hours, to be precise. Oh,what to do, what to do?!“

Lucifer felt anger boiling up in his chest, which he suppressed with a menacingly sweet smile. „You rented the studio for five hours? Now that doesn't sound all too professional to me now, does it-“ Lucifer was interrupted by the ringing of his phone. He was ready to just hang up the call, but found himself startled as soon as he saw the caller ID. He threw a quick glance at Diavolo, who raised his eyebrows in question.

Lucifer picked up the call. His expression darkened the more he listened to what the caller had to say. Finally, he hung up the phone and placed it on the table with a bit too much strength.

He crouched down to the manager's level and looked him dead in the eye. „We have been depending on this photo shoot right from the start. I am telling you, we will get this over with today, no matter what. I will find a replacement and we will finish this photo shoot, alright? Unless you want to disappoint-“

„I already told you, we don't have enough time to get a new model here in time! Unless you know a tall, androgynous model with enough experience who can be here in less than 10 minutes, there is nothing I can do!“

Lucifer lifted his head only to find Barbatos and Diavolo lost in a silent conversation between the two of them. Barbatos whispered something into Diavolo's ear and Diavolo shook his head in retaliation.

And all of a sudden, all eyes were on Lucifer.

„I might have an idea, although you might not be all to happy with it.“

„Just spit it out, Barbatos.“

Barbatos removed himself from Diavolo's side and walked over to Lucifer's instead. „Are we not looking for a tall, androgynous model, possibly with experience in the world of modelling, who would be available as soon as possible?“ he inquired.

Lucifer nodded his head.

„And, correct me if I'm wrong, but have you yourself not been modelling ever since you were a child?“

And just like that, Lucifer froze in place. From a professional standpoint, he had to agree with Barbatos. In a situation as dire as theirs right now, Lucifer would undeniably be the best of choices. Still, he had given up modelling and acting the day he had rid himself of his father's suffocating grip.

„Right, I think I've heard of something like that before,“ the manager quickly threw in. „So it is true after all, you really are that Lucifer.“ It was easy to see the wheels turning in his head. What a sleazy guy. „Now, a photo shoot with Diavolo and Lucifer after all those years...“

Lucifer did not want to hear the words that were about to leave that man's mouth, so he intercept right in time. „That would be quite the spectacle now, wouldn't it?“ He took one look at the greedy look in the manager's eyes. „We will of course expect good monetary compensation, seeing how you failed ever so spectacularly in managing this shoot.“

„Who do you think-“

„Unless you want the press to hear about how much of a useless business man you are? Because that could certainly be arranged, seeing how you are dealing with the world famous Diavolo here. Have you not failed him ever so spectacularly until now?“

Majolish's manager quickly shut his mouth and tried to compose himself. „O-of course,“ he stammered.

Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose as he turned around to Diavolo and Barbatos, who were looking at him with completely opposing expressions on their faces. Barbatos looked relaxed, almost pleased with himself, while Diavolo's face was painted with blank surprise.

„Lucifer, is that really alright with-“

„It's work. And I am doing this out of my own free will, after all,“ he threw in.

His gaze wandered across the room until his eyes landed on the make-up artist. „I am sorry for the inconvenience, but I suppose I will have to replace our second model for tonight.“

The make-up artist simply nodded. After all, this wasn't that much of a challenge for her. She was talented and known to be professional and work quickly and efficiently.

„Then let's get to work.“

After the work on his face was done and he saw the clothes he was ought to model, Lucifer almost found himself turning the whole deal down after all.

The clothes were not the problem. More than that, it was Lucifer himself. The shoot was inspired by gothic themes, very dark and very sensual in nature. Very unlike the way Lucifer had portrayed himself ever since cutting ties with his father.

Even more than that, it was unnerving to model with Diavolo again after all those years. After all, it had been a while and so much had happened in those 7 years in which they had lost contact.

The stylist entered the room, struggling to push a clothing rack inside. They stalled for a moment as they saw Lucifer whose face had just been painted by the make-up artist.

„You were informed about our circumstances?“

The stylist fumbled with their words for a moment. „Yes, of course. It's just-“

Lucifer mustered them with a serious gaze.

„You look the part,“ they finally concluded as they pulled multiple clothing items off their respective hangers. „Actually, you look even better than our original model, I was just a bit taken aback, sorry.“

„That is quite alright. The first outfit?“

„Of course! We are starting off with a simple white blouse, a corset, black pants and high heeled boots.“

Lucifer let a hand run across the delicate fabric of the outfit and nodded. „Good.“ Even though he had resigned from the business years ago, he was still a professional at heart. He knew what he had to do, especially if it meant keeping up Diavolo's stellar image. And although he hated to admit it, a shoot with just the two of them after all those years would certainly cause quite the ruckus since Lucifer had turned his back to the industry years ago, refusing to participate in both modelling jobs or acting roles.

The stylist helped him putting on the first outfit, and in spite of all the years he had spent away from modelling and acting, he almost felt himself fall back into that certain kind of routine. As soon as they were done, Lucifer reluctantly mustered himself in the mirror.

His hair was slicked back and his eyes were adorned with red eyeshadow, his lips covered with glossy red lip tint. In addition to the outfit he had been giving shiny black gloves and a single chained necklace.

The sight was ever so strange to Lucifer. He had spent years portraying himself as the perfect business student, as the perfect manager. It was strange to see himself glammed up like this. His little brother, Asmodeus, would probably love to see him like this.

„Satisfied?“ he simply asked the stylist. They circled around him once, added a belt and then smiled.

„Just like I imagined!“

Lucifer left the dressing room. He didn't have to be briefed about the shoot, after all, he was the one who had overseen and accepted the job at the request of Diavolo's father several months ago. He knew exactly what Diavolo's partner was supposed to deliver.

The clacking of his heels filled the room as he opened the door and was faced with the eyes of several people all over his body.

„Thank god, the model is finally here!“ the photographer finally threw in. „Took you a while.“

Almost as if on autopilot, Lucifer bowed and apologized. Diavolo, standing next to Barbatos, simply stared at him with big, wide eyes.

Lucifer certainly didn't like all of the attention he was getting and cleared his throat. „Can we start now? We are on a tight schedule after all.“ His eyes flashed over to Diavolo.

As always, he looked perfect. His stylist had given him the same boots as Lucifer's, tight leather pants, a dark red shirt blown wide open, exposing his muscular chest, and a striking necklace with a cross on it.

Lucifer nodded, obviously satisfied with Diavolo's appearance.

„Alright, let's get started. Diavolo, first pose.“

„Here we go,“ Diavolo mumbled, moving with ease.

Just like that, they switched from position to position, both of them focussed on doing a satisfying job. It was a rehearsed back and forth- with both Lucifer and Diavolo relying on the flawless skills of their partners. Unexpectedly, all things went well and they worked relentlessly until they were left with one last photo to bring to life.

“Normally, we would have the make-up artist come in to draw on the kiss mark on Diavolo's neck, but I don't think we have enough time left just now.” They turned their head towards the manager. “Should we just skip the last photo?”

“Ah yes, that's alright. I think we have enough material-”

'No,” Lucifer intercepted without any hesitation. “This photo was supposed to be the centre piece of the shoot, there is no way we are going to leave it out now. Get moving.”

The make-up artist from before quickly ran over to Lucifer's side, make-up kit at hand. “I need to reapply your lipstick for this to work,” she threw in.

“Then get to work.”

After she was done with her work, Lucifer immediately returned to his work.

As he saw Lucifer return to set, Diavolo moved to the couch without any questions. He posed himself appropriately, draped his body over the couch and threw a quick look at Barbatos, who looked uncharacteristically satisfied.

Lucifer walked over to the couch, propped himself up over Diavolo's body with one hand holding him up and the other cradling Diavolo's face.

“Alright, now all we're missing is the kiss mark-” the photographer started, but Lucifer refused to even hear him out. He knew all too well what this photo shoot was lacking.

Without any hesitation, he leaned down and placed a perfect kiss to the side of Diavolo's neck, leaving behind the prettiest of kiss marks.

Beneath him, Diavolo shifted ever so slightly, a dark blush dusted across his cheeks. And although he certainly felt certainly bothered, he complied and got into pose. He had already forgotten how easy and natural, yet also exiting it was for him to work with Lucifer.

They finished the shoot way quicker than usual with the photographer and Majolish's manager congratulating them enthusiastically as soon as they were done.

Lucifer stared at himself in the mirror of the dressing room just as Diavolo entered, the red kiss mark still ever so noticeable on his skin. The sight awoke long hidden feelings deep inside Lucifer's chest, feelings he had thought long dead. Feelings of attraction and desire.

“You really surprised me out there, Lucifer.”

“Well, don't make it a habit.”

Diavolo suddenly moved closer and pressed his thumb against the corner of Lucifer's mouth. Then, he pulled his thumb across Lucifer's lips, smearing the lipstick in process.

He stared at Lucifer for a moment too long as his finger lingered on his lips for a second longer. He glanced up at Lucifer's eyes before his gaze travelled down to Lucifer's lips again, taking in the sight of those plump,cherry red lips.

“I wouldn't dare to.”

#my writing #obey me #dialuci #diavolo x lucifer #lucifer x diavolo #fanfiction #au #alternate universe #modelling #actors #i really can't tell if this is shit or i i've looked at it for too long #so yeah #this certainly is something

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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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