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Aftermath

Holy shit guys, I actually finished something wooowwweee. This one was requested by @fandomslut666 a hot minute ago so I’m sorry this took so damn long. I hope you guys like this one!

Warnings: uhm, cum eating, watching others get off, sex scenes, swearing. I think thats it?

Pairing: Rami Malek / Reader

Words: 1827 Words

Tag List: @r-ahh-mi (Let me know if you want to be put on my tag list)

Requests are still closed for now but I hope to get those open again soon!

*also happy birthday to this cinnamon roll and Sami, I can’t believe they’re 38 wtfffff*

Things were getting heated. Our breathing heavy as our bodies move together, his thrusting forward and mine practically bouncing up the sheets from the sheer force. Hands mapping out every dip, crevice and indent of each other’s bodies. He moans into my ear, voice deep and laced with passion and lust, sending shivers down my spine as it rumbles through me. We forget where we are, I can only focus on him as his lips trail down my neck, teeth nibbling every so often. I moan out his name, hands gripping onto his broad shoulders as tightly as I can, legs wrapping around his waist.

“And cut!”

The voice cuts through the world Rami and I have lost ourselves in as we remember where we are, what we’re doing. We untangle ourselves from each other, never actually having been connected in the first place, just acting as if we had been. I feel a flush come across my cheeks, suddenly becoming very aware of how enthusiastic I had been despite nothing actually happening.

“That was great you guys,” The director smiles at us, completely unaware of the sexual tension that lies thick between his two brilliant show puppets, “That’s a wrap for the day, thank you.”

Rami’s gone before I can so much as force a smile and congratulate him on yet another great scene. I watch his retreating form, trying desperately not to moan out loud at the way the muscles on his back shift as he shucks on a robe, walking swiftly to his trailer.

I sigh, running my hands through my hair before accepting the robe my assistant hands to me, suddenly very aware of my state of undress. I get up on shaky legs, swearing to myself under my breath to get a grip already. It’s not like I haven’t done sex scenes before. I’ve done my fair share and none of them ever felt me feeling like this. I focus on my feet as I walk away from the set in the general direction of the trailers and I groan inwardly. Curse Rami Malek for being so goddamn gorgeous.

I can’t help but wonder why he’d run off so quickly. Rami and I were friends. Well, as much as friends as co-workers could be I guess. We’d go out after a long day of shooting with the rest of the cast and have a few drinks. In fact, we’d had plans for tonight after the shoot to get pizza. I stop in front of his trailer, which is just a few away from mine, figuring he probably forgot about our plans and I’d just remind him.

Without thinking, I swing open the door to his trailer and let myself in, like I’ve done so many times before. The words are on the tip of my tongue, hey rami, still up for pizza in a bit? But they quickly disappear at the sight before me.

Rami sits on his couch, robe tossed to the side and boxers barely pushed out of the way, just down enough that he could get a hand on himself. My mouth goes dry at the sight of him, he’s gorgeous. His head is thrown back, pulling in gasps of air as his hips fuck into the loose hold of his hand. His free hand slides down his body, snaking down to grip the cushion beneath him.

He lets out a low moan and I feel the arousal that’s pooled in my stomach increase. If the moans he was letting out on set were hot, these were absolutely intoxicating. I’m overwhelmed with the want to hear him say my name in the midst of beautiful moans. Luckily, I don’t have to wait long.

“Y/n,” he sighs, “fuucck.”

Before I can stop myself, words tumble from my mouth. I couldn’t even tell you what they are, something about holy shit, but at the sound of my voice, Rami scrambles. He grabs a pillow to cover himself, eyes wide in a panic, flush high on his cheekbones. His mouth moves silently, trying to find the words to say as we stare at each other.

“How long have you been standing there?” He finally gets out, avoiding my gaze.

I shrug, finding myself unable to answer his question. I mean, it’s not like it even mattered. We both knew what was happening and we both knew the effect our scene had on him.

“Is this why you ran off so quickly?” I ask quietly.

He nods stiffly, still avoiding my eyes. I want to pounce on him, to tackle him into the couch and ride him until I see stars. But I can’t. Or rather, I won’t. I force myself to move slowly, going to sit next to him on the couch, loving the way his eyes watch me with a confused sort of heat.

“Y’know,” I start, my voice low and sultry, “I was on my way to my trailer and do the exact same thing.”

And then his lips are on mine, pillow long forgotten as his hands find me and all but drag me to straddle his lap. I kiss him back enthusiastically, letting out little moans into his mouth as he works on pushing my robe off of my shoulders and onto to floor, leaving me bare except for a pair of soft cotton panties

“You have no idea,” he says in between kisses, voice low and rough, “how long I’ve wanted to do this for.”

I laugh breathlessly against his lips, grinding my hips down and moaning when his erection rubs against my clothed pussy, “Likewise.”

He wastes no time, fingers dragging underneath the waistband of the material of my underwear and pulling them down my legs, helping me maneuver them off my body, simultaneously shucking off his boxers the rest of the way.

His lips trail down my neck, sucking softly at the sensitive skin he finds there, relishing in the soft moans I let out. My hands paw and grasp at his chest, shoulders, neck, anywhere they can get a hold of. My fingers threading through the short hairs at the back of his neck, encouraging his every move.

“The next time we do this,” he starts, staring up at my with blown-wide pupils that glimmer almost dangerously, hands moving up and down the curve of my spine sensually, “I am going to take my time,” he places a nibbling kiss against my jaw, “I’ll eat you out,” Another, wetter, kiss against my skin, “spend hours learning how to drive you crazy,” he promises, one hand moving to my hip while the other moves to line himself up, rubbing the tip of his cock against my folds teasingly, “But I need you. Now.”

I barely get out a moan at his words before he’s lowering me down onto his cock, feeling him fill me inch by inch. My fingers dig into his shoulders, a moan leaving my lips when I’m fully seated. I can feel every ridge and vein of him inside me, gasping when the shifting of his hips pushes himself even deeper.

I can’t wait for him, I start rolling my hips almost immediately, desperate to feel him moving inside of me. He follows my lead, beginning to thrust up into me, his hands gripping my hips tightly.

“Shit,” He moans almost desperately, “Fuck, you feel so good.”

I moan in agreement, beginning to bounce quickly on his cock. We’re not fucking around, I know we’re both desperate for that white-hot, sweet release. Our bodies move in a sweet and effortless push and pull, leaving me breathless and begging for more. On every thrust down his cock hits my g-spot near perfectly, my nails digging into his shoulders helplessly as my head rolls back.

“Fuck, Rami.” I breathe helplessly, no longer having the ability to articulate my feelings.

“Mmm, like that?” He asks deeply, leaning down to nibble on my collarbone, “like how nice and deep I am inside you?”

His words rip an obscene moan out of my throat, one of my hands going to grip his hair to hold him in place while I ride him in oblivion. He chuckles darkly at my response.

“Yeah, that’s it.” He encourages, “Ride me so good, baby. Fuck, so good.”

His hands are gripping me harder with every passing moment and I can see him losing himself in the pleasure. His brows are drawn in, furrowed as he watches in between our bodies where he disappears inside me. He sucks his lower lip into his mouth with a soft whine before it drops open.

“Baby,” he moans and wow I could get used to him calling me that, “fuck, I’m close. You gonna cum for me?”

I nod, feeling my orgasm building up at the base of my spine. Fumbling, I grab his wrist, bringing his hand down to my clit, “Please.”

Without hesitation, his fingers begin to rub my clit in small, fast circles that send me hurtling towards the edge, “Rami-” I whine, feeling myself slip.

“Yeah,” he encourages, nibbling on my ear “cum for me.”

My orgasm hits me, back arching and nails dragging down his back as the pleasure washes over me. He lets me ride out my orgasm, grunting lowly at every convulsion that ripples through me. I don’t know how long I sit there, in my post orgasm bliss, before he starts to whine.

Taking the hint, I lift myself off of him and settle onto my knees on the trailer floor in front of him. I don’t waste another second, knowing how desperately he needs this, taking him into my mouth. He head drops back as I take him as deep as I can without gagging. A hand come to grip at my hair, simultaneously keeping it out of my face and using it to guide me. It doesn’t take long before he’s there.

“God, I’m gonna-” He whines, tugging me off his cock and using his other hand to pump himself to completion. He cums with a low groan, hips fucking into his own hand, strips of it landing in my awaiting mouth, chin and neck. As he comes down I make a show of cleaning up the cum that landed anywhere other than my mouth with a finger and sucking it clean. At the sight, he lets out a defeated moan.

“You’ll be the death of me.” He sighs, pulling me back up onto the couch to kiss me. He pulls a blanket on top of both of us, shielding us from the cold air that bites at our overheated skin.

I close my eyes, basking in the post-sex feeling I’ve come to love so much. When I open them again, I find his eyes on my neck and exposed collarbone, finger tracing the marks he left there.

“The makeup department is going to be so pissed.” He says softly, eyes sparkling with amusement and mischief.

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