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[mrwinterr]

Over & Over (Again) - Part 1

Pairing(s): Pornstar!Pietro Maximoff x Female Reader (mention of Pornstar!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader) 

Summary: You and Bucky are set to work with each other again, but insecurities and shit. Read Part 1 here. 

Warnings: Adult themes. | Smut 18+

Disclaimer: I still don’t know how the porn industry works. We’re here for a good time, not a long time. 

A/N: Fuck it. I wrote this and never finished it, but why should I deprive anyone who happens to want read this AU? Also, feel free to visualize either portrayals of Pietro in this piece. Enjoy! 

“Now, I want a full report on everything that happens on that set, okay?” Wanda requests as she follows you out from your walk-in closet, where you had grabbed a new pair of lingerie for the said film you’re currently packing for, and back into your bedroom to stuff it into your suitcase at the last minute.

She doesn’t see the humorous roll of your eyes, but she knows you made some sort of playful gesture because of Natasha, who was lounging on your bed, and the smirk adorning her face. As your mentor, she still checked with you each time you left to film and you were always grateful for her advice. Her support is exactly what you’d be needing too because you were booked to film a scene for another prominent director - Tony Stark. For that reason, Wanda was eager to seek out any kind of insight she could get from you on how to continue in outing her rival.

“Let the girl focus on her real job, Wan,” Natasha says trying to get her off your back. It wasn’t actually a bother, but rather amusing to you that she and Tony would go to such lengths to outdo the other. He paid a hefty price with Natasha for her to allow him to book you for his next film. More importantly, she wouldn’t have steered you in the wrong direction or thrown you out there if you weren’t ready.

Your shoot with Bucky struck gold within the porn community and the momentum you picked up didn’t slow its roll. Just as you were told, you were a hot commodity! Your ranking skyrocketed, you were getting booked left and right, started working with bigger names and companies, which all meant you were getting paid more. It’s been quite the journey and the break you’ve been looking for since you started a career in the adult film industry.

“You’re right,” Wanda agrees, letting out a big sigh to alleviate her worry. “What am I really worried about? No one can top that film I did with her and Bucky,” then flashes a small, complacent smile to the two of you.

“Yeah, except maybe a sequel of her and Bucky…” Natasha counters with another knowing smile of her own.

“What?!” Wanda asks, bewildered, eyes bugging, the worry starting to creep back in on her face.

“Oops, I guess we forgot to mention to Wanda who your co-star was, didn’t we?” Natasha directs the question to you, getting a kick out of Wanda’s reaction. You shake your head at your friends before zipping up your bag and setting it on the ground, ready for you to roll on out with.

“How could you forget such a huge detail like that?” She questions, and it doesn’t stop there. “I can overlook the fact that he’s paying your expense to a lavish city in Europe, but not her and Bucky again!”

“It’s really not that big of a deal, Wanda,” you say so casually with a shrug and you don’t miss the dead unamused look on her face because she knows what you said was complete bullshit to her. The now infamous video had been seen by millions and in counting, hell, you were already getting early nominations for it. Wanda feared that she wouldn’t be able to follow up to it and now her rival, who is just as acclaimed is getting a shot.

“Okay, what I’m trying to get at is that it doesn’t matter who I work with,” you explain with a different approach.

“Exactly. She was the star of that video not Bucky,” Natasha backs you up.

“Yes, but the chemistry between you two is unmatched!” Wanda insists. She’s not wrong. The connection and vibes both you and Bucky gave off was so authentic and believable that it made it a hit and for fans to beg for more in the comments.

“I don’t know…” you pipe up unexpectedly. Sex with Bucky was great and if you could you’d do it over and over again with him, but while you too were convinced you had great chemistry with him, you also didn’t want to feel type casted to work with one person your whole career.

The silence from your friends only indicated for you to continue. They were rather astonished because they knew there just had to be more of you and Bucky than you weren’t letting on.

“I mean...I work well with anyone,” you say, trying to make a point. Who were you trying to convince though? Unless you fess up and swallow your pride, you couldn’t take that back and had to just finish that thought process. “I had great reviews on the new video I did with Pietro!”

Well, you weren’t lying there. It was one of your “milestone” videos so to say. The kind that showed off where you were now, what kind of things have you learned now that you’re a “star” and people played into that, seeing the newbie become pro and only get better from then on.

“Yeah, about that…” Natasha speaks up, “...is having sex with him the slightest bit weird for you?”

“What do you mean by that?” You ask, puzzled with her genuine curiosity.

“In a way, it’s like you’re having sex with Wanda,” she clarifies.

“We may be twins, but that’s totally not the same thing!” Wanda interjects.

“We work in porn, there’s nothing weird about anything,” you answer hoping that settles it. The more you worked in this industry, the more comfortable you became with things that may seem strange to most. Wanda and Pietro were both in this line of business and no doubt know about each other's work, but that’s the kind of thing that grows on you in the porn industry.

“It’s totally not the same thing and as I was saying Pietro and I get good views, Steve and I get good views...need I go on?” continuing your spiel that who your co-star is makes no difference at all.

“To an extent, yes, you do,” Natasha compromises, but you know your friends aren’t all the way convinced yet, “...but you’re still not denying it.”

“Whatever happened between you and Bucky?” Wanda asks the million dollar question. You were able to avoid the topic for a few months now, but a part of you knew with their track record, they’d bring it back up, “...I thought things were working out for you two.”

“Yeah, well I thought so too until he started ghosting me,” you reply with a hint of bitterness and annoyance at the unpleasant feeling of how his actions left you resurfacing.

“Hold on! He what?!” Natasha asks. How dare he, right? The guy makes a show of how infatuated he was with you during a shoot of all places and some months later tosses you aside like the others? Natasha was seeing red only because she was protective of you. Had she known, she wouldn’t have given you off like that again to Bucky to boost his profile.

“He just stopped replying to me one day,” you finally reveal. You don’t know where or when it went wrong, but who were you kidding? Could you two really have made a relationship work while working in the porn industry?

“When?” She continues to dig for more, Wanda leaning over intrigued by this admission.

As far as all parties were considered, everything was looking good between you and Bucky. The pair of you did go out on a few dates, recorded some home videos to upload, some private and others exclusive paid content. During all that, you were absolutely happy with your life. Your career took off, you had the best support from your friends and colleagues, and on top of that a sweet and sexy guy by your side. It was becoming believable that you two could make it work...except apparently some feelings weren’t put aside well enough.

“I don’t know…” you sigh and plop down on the end of your bed exhausted of this topic and the thought of Bucky, “...probably around the time he flew out of the country for a shoot and I was filming that sequel with Pietro.”

You were starting to reconsider this whole shoot now. Did he meet someone else on that trip? Someone better than you? Still, he could’ve at least had the decency to let you down. You can tell your friends are absorbing this new information as Wanda gently pats and runs a hand down your arm, noticing the light distress that’s overcome you. You turn your head to look towards Natasha from behind after hearing her make a noise suggesting she has an idea.

“What is it, Nat?” Wanda asks for you.

“Wilson said Barnes has a hard time watching you perform with other guys...” she starts out.

“That’s ridiculous! We do this for a living,” you’re quick to respond, not even entertaining the mere possibility of what she’s presenting to the table.  

“He’s jealous!” Wanda blurts out connecting the dots, “...of you and Pietro!” Both of them looked at each other, carrying a proud look on their faces at believing they had it all figured out.

There’s a befuddled look on your face and you’re wondering if that could be it. Bucky always played it so smooth and cool with you, never showed any signs of jealousy before, but if you look back hard enough, you start to make sense of the timeline.

The whole duration of your “fling” with Bucky was when you were doing solo videos and/or girl-on-girl scenes. It was an experimental turn of your career and when he flew off to work on his next big project, you accepted the scene with Pietro.

“So, welcome back! It’s been a year since you’ve been on this couch,” the director states the obvious and to which you smile at, reminiscing that very day.

You were so green and nervous, and in some aspect you still felt that way. The sole purpose of you being asked to come back here was to show off what you’ve learned from being an adult film performer. Newly found confidence was the point of this shoot and not so much of what you could take, but what you could offer.

The only sense of comfort you were given then and now is from the person sitting next to you. Pietro was your first co-star and you were put at ease because you always felt safe with him. He calmed your mind and nerves on day one and taught you to take only what you like from any other guy you’d work with later down the road. You loved being in Pietro’s company and you had loads of fun working with him, but that’s just what it was, work. The relationship with him was strictly professional.

“You look amazing!” The director boasts.

“Thank you,” you respond modestly and put on a show of bashfulness.

“You’ve really made a name for yourself since then haven't you?”

“I guess…” you shrug playfully and continue to downplay. You’re always being told to just take the damn compliment but everything you’ve managed to achieve in a short amount of time was still so surreal to you.

“You’re kidding, right?” Pietro butts in jokingly.

“It’s only been a year!” You argue, shaking your head at him. There’s a smile on your face that you fail to conceal from him because it’s hard to legit be mad around Pietro when you’ve only felt happiness in his presence. He was very dear to you.

“And? A lot can happen in a year!” He counters, poking a hole through your logic and literally your side, causing you to squirm into his arms.

He got you there, alright, and the subtle smirk on his striking face, blue eyes luring you into the deep end, only pushed your buttons. 

Okay, if they’re all so adamant that you’re this new Pro…you’d show them.

~

“You didn’t see that coming, did you?” You jab at Pietro, during the scene, and using one of his most used lines against him, after you successfully overtake him out of nowhere.

With him against the backrest of the couch, your legs straddling his hips, effectively trapping him in place, hands braced on top of his pecs. Well into this scene, he’d let his guard down for a few seconds after some deep and good thrusts of his hips into yours. When his quick pace began to falter, that was just the opening you needed to shine.

“Fuck me,” he pleads breathlessly, his fingers squeezing at the flesh of your hips. You feel his cock twitch up against your wet folds and your body naturally reacting by grounding eagerly on him. A satisfied hum escapes both your mouths almost at the same time as you reach down to guide him back inside your heat.

Being on top used to make you feel self conscious, especially when you were being filmed, but it was a power move you learned to master. Everyone loved a good view of the action, the way your greedy cunt dripped for the lucky cock that would find its way snug inside you and not to mention your ass and how it bounced from each force.  

You roll your hips deliciously, loving the way your clit drags against the base of his cock and how the tip scratches along your walls. Pietro’s head rests on the edge of the backrest, you brush away his matted hair from his forehead to look at him. You’re absolutely reeling on the blissed out expression on his face, eyes half-lidded, eyebrows slightly furrowed, sweat building up along his hairline, and his lips parted in want.

Of course, you weren’t super human and your stamina could only take you so far, the scene ends with your back flat on the couch again, one leg propped upright against Pietro’s chest and the other hanging off the edge of the couch.

“Look at you…” Pietro comments, admiring the white streaks of his warm cum strewn across your midsection, up as far as your breasts, while he slowly tugs at his sensitive cock of every drop he has right then for you. The last bit of it that dribbles from the tip and pooling onto your skin causes you to moan inwardly, almost setting you ablaze once more. 

“You made me cum so fast!” You comment letting out little fits of giggles and covering your exhausted face, almost embarrassed. Your pussy was still tingling as your orgasm coursed and rocked right through you so suddenly. The fourth wall never existed in this shoot because your amusement is only heightened when the director joins in on the joke pretending that Pietro ruined everything by unintentionally making quick work of it.  

You’ve had lots of great sex with others prior to today, but Pietro knew where to aim his cock just at the right spot better than most. At first, it made you feel a bit pathetic that you’d come almost instantly with him, but you made up for it in other aspects.

“No one has ever made me cum that quick,” you mention rather shyly.

He beams at the compliment, plants a few soft kisses on your calf before letting your leg down to carefully hover over you. He gently caresses your cheek, before reminding everyone who he was, “they don’t call me Quicksilver for nothing.”

“You’re such a dork!” You tease, another smile breaking through, then start running your fingers through the thick fluid that stained your hot skin before bringing them up and engulfing them in your mouth sucking on his essence. He lets out a low groan, entranced by your sexual allure, watching your throat contract as you swallow and the way your fingers slip all nice, wet and clean from your lips.

“Oh, you’re a star, alright,” he says when you’ve finished cleaning up his mess and smiling down proud of how much you’ve improved since your first scene. Thriving on the praise, you bring him back in closer by the nape of his neck, your fingers digging into his silver hair on the back of his head, as your lips press to his in a sweet kiss.

“How quick can you make me cum again?” You challenge, locking your legs around him for more.

The skin of his knuckles turned white from the death grip he doesn’t realize he has on the small screen of his phone, having watched your next best film to date. His blood curdled knowing that someone seemed to outperform him.

Fucking Pietro Maximoff, and his talent to get his co-stars off in an instant as if he had a magic touch or something. No, what bothered Bucky the most was how not only flawless you were, but your raw talent. Everything you did looked so effortless on your part, like you were born to be in front of the camera and adored by.

After watching the movie a few times, he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d let his feelings get the best of him and the undeniable connection he had with you on set that day was just you playing it up for the cameras. After all, you’re an actress and your job is to look good with almost anyone you were paired with.

He wasn’t sure why he was watching this more than once. At first, it was to support you but then seeing how comfortable you were with Pietro and how you fawned over him, made Bucky’s skin crawl. He wouldn’t be surprised if there was anything more to you and the Maximoff twin.

“I didn’t peg you as a sadist, but now I’m not so sure,” says Sam ribbing Bucky for torturing himself by watching one of your films...again. Sam knew Bucky got worked up seeing you with another male performer even if he wouldn’t admit it.

Bucky is quick to swipe the video away, but not before fumbling with the device and stuffing it back in his pocket.

“Get out of my face, Sam,” he grumbles in response.

“Is this what you call studying your co-star? I thought you two were more than acquainted with each other,” Sam quizzes him.

“Stop. We filmed one scene together-”

“Bullshit! We’ve all seen those homemade videos on both your profiles. You’re clearly into her, but you’re acting like a-”

“I’m not acting like anything!” Bucky is quick to try and defend himself. He had his own reasons to feel how he felt and he didn’t need Sam telling him what he thinks of it.

“Pussy,” Sam finishes his sentence nonetheless, “you’re acting like a pussy, alright.”

“Exactly how am I acting like a pussy about all this, bird brain?”

“Instead of using your profession as an excuse to sleep with her again, you could be doing it on your own time, but you let your insecurities get the best of you and stop you from having a real connection with someone again.”

“That is not true! Our relationship was strictly professional.”

“Try convincing that to the millions that got off to the videos…” Sam throws and Bucky opens his mouth to argue, but closes it when he can’t find anything to say. You both really outdid it on that video together.

“Whatever. I have a flight to catch,” Bucky says in an attempt to dismiss the conversation.

“In five hours...now, come on, man. What happened between you two?”

“It’s none of your business.”

“No, but you’ve been a real buzzkill lately and I can’t help but think it has something to do with her.”

“There was never a thing with us.”

“Are you kidding? Did you or did you two not have sex on that couch in your living room? Then not tell me about it because you know how much I love that couch! You brought her back to your home because you liked her.”

“We needed extra income,” Bucky disputes the home videos you both agreed to share online.

“What’s the real reason, Buck?”

“You don’t get to call me that.”

“Stop changing the subject. Now, what did she do?” Sam presses Bucky.

“Nothing, alright! It’s me!”

“I’m gonna need you to elaborate on that.”

“I’m head over heels for her.”

“What’s wrong with that? That’s perfectly normal when someone likes another person.”

“I’m not so sure she feels the same way.”

“What gave you that impression?” Sam presses while he knows he’s got Bucky right where he wants with the topic. 

“I can’t believe I’m even telling you this. The first time I watched her video with Pietro, I saw... how natural she was in it...like they just looked so good together.”

“Okay, that’s her job...is to act like she’s enjoying it,” Sam explains and for a second it’s like he’s almost walking on eggshells because while he can’t help but want to smack Bucky for being childish about this, he needs to really understand why. 

“Yeah, I know how to do our job…” Sam raises his hands in defense, “...it’s the fact that she looked so...good with him that if she looked so convincing in that video then what if...all that was happening in ours was for the cameras. Everything was fine between us for a while, but maybe she just has that factor of making anyone look good with her. What makes me different?”

“So, there’s a few things we got to address here: 1) Of course it was for the cameras. You're both performers. You act. 2) What you two were doing was not acting. 3) Do you not remember that she wanted to work with you?”

“Did you not see how much she was enjoying getting it from Maximoff?”

“She’s really good at her job! She’s not getting recognized for nothing.”

“Well, she had me convinced…”

“I forgot to point out one more thing.”

“What’s that?”

“You’re insecure,” Sam straight up tells him, “...you’ve always been insecure, but when you risked asking her out while the cameras were still rolling, you weren’t. She made you feel something and you liked it. You’re gonna have to talk to her anyways, so you might as well air it all out if you want her back.”

“How successful would that approach be for someone that ghosted the person in question?”

“Really? You ghosted her? Fucking idiot…” Sam says, shaking his head before walking away from his friend. 

A/N: Annnnd...that’s it! There’s another piece with more of Bucky, but I’m not thinking about it enough to complete it. But plz, tell me what you thought or felt about this. Can you hype me enough? Bye, again! 

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Fucking love you julie!! mwah!!! 💗

i love you too bella!! 💋 dating pornstar!bucky???? it's not a want it's a need, the things i'd let this man do to me 🛐🛐🛐 as doja cat once said spank me, slap me, choke me, bite me.

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[nicoline1998enilocin]

Hi, and welcome to the Masterlist of the Sebastian Stan Bingo, hosted by @sebastianstanbingo! 💙

On this Masterlist, you'll find all the prompts I've filled along the way, and they will combine angst, fluff and smut. Each one-shot will have its appropriate warnings when necessary.

If you'd like to check my other works, you can find them on my Main, Sebastian Stan and Bucky Barnes Masterlist! For now, I hope you will enjoy the works I've created while participating in the Sebastian Stan Bingo! 💙

I do not work with a tag list. If you want to be kept up to date when I post new fanfictions, you can follow @nicoline1998enilocin-library 💙

Card: @sebastianstanbingo || Other graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

|| 🥀 ~ Angst || 💙 ~ Fluff || 🌶️ ~ Smut ||

B1: Uniform Kink

B2: Rockstar!Bucky Barnes

B3: Inconvenient Attraction

B4: "I didn't... do anything."

B5: Pornstar!Bucky Barnes

I1: Nursed Back to Health

I2: Orgasm Denial

I3: Author!Reader

I4: Enemies w/ Sexual Tension

I5: "I don't know if I'm worth all this..."

N1: Stripper!Reader

N2: Pool Party

Angel || 💙 🌶️ || Sebastian Stan ~ RPF Prompt || N3: Free Space Dating Sebastian is a dream come true, and you want to take your relationship to the next level officially. As you're on a beautiful vacation in Hawaii with your boyfriend, you decide to give yourself to him entirely, catching him by surprise. What you don't know, however, is that he has a surprise for you, too, making it officially a vacation never to forget. 

N4: Tattoo Artist!Sebastian Stan

N5: Pity Date

G1: "Hey. Pick on someone your own size."

G2: Bodyguard!Sebastian Stan

G3: Baking

G4: Grinding Kink

G5: Mechanic!Reader

O1: Lovers to Idiots

O2: "I'm gonna tell you but you're gonna freak out."

O3: Soulmate!Reader

Birthday Confession || 💙 || Bucky Barnes Prompt || O4: Birthday Gifts Bucky never really cared for his birthday, but he suddenly had a different outlook since you came into his life. As long as he can spend it with you—the sweet, soft-spoken neighbor he secretly harbors a major crush on— and his cat, Alpine, he's happy. However, when everything takes a turn this year, you're both turning it into a birthday he'll never forget.

O5: Remote Control Vibrator

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[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

Another day on the job

Pairings | pornstar!bucky Barnes x f!pornstar!reader

Warnings | swearing, smut, sybian use, toys, femme!dom, sub!bucky Barnes, use of the pet name 'puppy', slapping,

Word count | 1.6k

Summary | Bucky Barnes, the costar you hate to see, but love to work with

A/n | I feel like all the pornstar!bucky fics are dom!bucky, so I thought I'd play around with the idea of him being submissive yet just as eager! I hope you enjoy!

Masterlist

You loved your job at Stark Industries, you really did. Even though porn wasn't the most...normal job out there, you really did enjoy it. The people were lovely, accommodating and just fun to be around.

There were barely any costars which you didn't get along with. Except, well, except the man who was walking towards you right now.

"Hey doll, how are you?" He grinned impishly, arms outstretched.

"Fuck off Barnes, I don't need any of your shit today." You chided back, making Bucky chuckle.

"Now that's not very nice doll, I'm jus' tryin' to be civil." Bucky drawled, hands shoved into his pockets as he leant against your dressing table. You scoffed with a roll of your eyes.

"Don't call me Doll, doll." You snapped.

"Wow, I sure hope someone isn't on their period. After all, blood play isn't on the schedule for today's shoot." Oh, how you wanted to slap that grin from his fucking perfect lips.

"I'm shooting with Nat today, so it's neither here nor there whether I'm on or not." You huffed, standing abruptly and pulling your robe tighter around your body. "And besides, you know full well I don't get my period anyway, Barnes."

"Whatever you say, y/l/n. But I'd check your filming schedule with the big guy if I were you."

"Whatever, Barnes." You dismissed as you walked away. "And stop staring!" You snapped, feeling his eyes glued to your behind.

"I get to fuck it, so why can't I look?" He teased. You shook your head and gave him the finger over your shoulder before pushing through the door.

...

So, turns out you were timetabled in with Bucky today.

Well...fuck.

Natasha had a terrible cold and was off sick, so your shoot with Bucky had been moved forwards a week as you were both around anyway.

Tony clapped you on the back as he walked you out his office, a mocking smile on his face as the door slammed shut.

You took a deep sigh, collecting yourself, before making your way down to the set.

Your eyes became like a deer in headlights when you saw the black, curved saddled machine resting in the centre of the room.

The sybian had a bright dildo poking out the top that you just knew would touch all the right spots when it was on and rotating.

Plus, the little hair-looking stubs covering the surface of the saddle would tickle your clit deliciously. Oh, how you couldn't wait to get started.

"Good to see you, doll. Come here often?" Bucky sauntered up next to you, a sly wink shot your way and an accompanying sly smile on his plump lips.

"Let's just get this over with, minimum argument." You gritted. Bucky chuckled dryly.

"You haven't read the brief yet, have you?" He pondered smugly with an arched brow.

"What? No, I've only just got here." You shook your head, walking swiftly over to the dresser that had the information sheet on it.

"Oh." Oh.

"Oh indeed." Bucky grinned, although the expression confused you.

"It's- it's for you." You exclaimed, browns sky-high.

"Uh-huh. You get to slap me around real good, doll." Bucky was much too chirpy for your liking.

"So it's...hate sex with the sybian? How the hell have they worked out that plot?" You balked, blowing out a confused breath.

"All I know is I get those pretty hands on me for the next few hours, so I'm more than fuckin' happy." Bucky grinned before wandering off to greet your usual camera man, Clint.

You shook your head before following, stripping of your robe as you did so to leave you in the straps, leather lingerie they had left in your dressing from you. The colour stood out against your skin; a stark contrast always looked best on camera, accentuating the best parts of your figure.

"You ready, ma'am?" Clint teased and you stuck out your tongue. "Woah, save that for Barnes. Now get your ass in frame."

You giggled as you followed Clint's directions, getting into place as he wanted you.

You were sat - man spreading - over Bucky, who was now straddling the sybian with his wrists bound and a beautifully red gag resting between his lips, already collecting a shiny layer of his saliva.

God, you couldn't wait to see the same shine on his pecs.

"You both ready?" Bucky gave a sharp nod and you followed suit. "Action!"

You took a deep breath, gathering yourself before beginning.

"You've been a bad boy, baby," Bucky whimpered as you dragged a finger over his perfect jaw, "so you can now face the consequences."

You kept your tone light, mocking - throwing in mimicked pouts when you got the chance for that extra effect. Bucky played his part well, too, considering he was gagged. His whimpers and wines almost sounded genuine as you made him lower himself over the fake, silicone cock all the while you refused used to help him.

An evil grin played across your lips when he was seated, a long moan pushing through the gag at the feeling of being stretched so wide.

"You want me to turn it on, puppy?" You teased, waving the little black remote that controlled the vibrations in front of his face, like you would a bone for a dog. He nodded eagerly, neon ding forwards to rest his head on your thigh.

He looked so fucking good on his knees.

"You can't think I'm that easy." You scoffed, fingers finding their way into his hair to sharply yank the man's head back. "You're going to have to beg."

The sharp crack on his cheek would've sent Bucky's head snapping to the side if it weren't for the hold you hand in his hair. His moan was duel to your fire.

"Oh? Does my puppy like being slapped around?" You bit your lip in amusement as he dried to nod against your hold, "dirty boy." You cooed, before landing another smack to his other cheek, backhanded.

Hitting Bucky Barnes felt so damn good.

You took mercy on his after a long moment of raking your nails across his scalp and fingered the little remote until you saw Bucky's hips jerk in surprise.

"Ah-ah," you lifted a foot and pressed the front of your stiletto onto his balls, "you don't move unless I tell you, understand?" You waited for him to nod vigorously before easing the pressure of your shoe. You left it resting though, as a lingering threat to do as he's been told.

"Ride it, puppy. I want to hear those pretty walls clamp down on that fake dick stuffed inside you." You could see the lust burning in Bucky's eyes at your dirty words.

Obediently, Bucky began to lift his hips off the sybian before dropping back down, moaning every time he reached the hilt.

"Good puppy, keep going." You encouraged when he started to slow down. Bucky whimpered when you applied more pressure with your foot, but he didn't falter.

You and Bucky were both know on set as sluts for both giving and receiving pain.

"Remember, don't cum unless I tell you too. You're already in enough trouble as it is." You reminded sternly and Bucky shook his head in agreement.

You sat back in your seat, deciding to play around with the strength of the vibrations for a while until you could see Bucky virtually on the brink of orgasm - his swollen tip leaking multiple beads of white precum.

"Stop." Like a good boy, he obeyed.

You dared a glance towards the camera out of the corner of your eye, where Clint was giving you an enthusiastic thumbs up.

"You can move again." You commanded coldly, carding a hand through his sweaty hair. When you sensed Bucky getting close again, you told him to stop. He whined this time.

You did it again, with Clint's indication before telling Bucky to start moving again one last time.

"Make yourself cum, puppy. You've deserved it." Oh my was watching Bucky cum a beautiful sight. His brows would furrow every time and his lips stretched around the gag even more, trying to form a moan that was trapped in his mouth. His abs would flex as well as his biceps and his cock would twitch.

You hated him, yet you couldn't get enough of working with him. Especially when he was gagged up.

"Cut!" Lights came on and the crew came over to untie Bucky and clean him up, whilst you were handed your robe and a cup of coffee.

"You get it all?" You asked Clint and he smiled wide.

"I got it. Thanks y/l/n, thanks Barnes." Bucky raised a hand in recognition before Clint got wrapped up in his footage. 

"How was I?" Bucky smirked and you scoffed.

"Rogers is better. He gets a cute little blush that spreads down to his chest." You we're only failing to wind him up now.

"I know. That's not what I asked." Bucky grinned impishly and you got up.

"See you Thursday." And with the final word, you left a grinning Bucky to be cleaned up.

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[sinner-as-saint]

Can you do a pornactor!seb x reader please?

OH oooh- 

okay i don’t know about you, but for me, i imagine pornstar!seb as Lance because hello? 

alright so imagine you’re partying with some friends

you wanted to have a girls night out, so you went bar hopping and a few beers later you were at a nice club. 

all your girls were either dancing, or at the bar or taking pictures and you were there just admiring the gorgeous man on the other side of the room. 

he seemed weirdly familiar; and you couldn’t place a finger on where you had seen him before

he seemed like he was a fun person to have around, he made everyone around him laugh

not to mention that he was drop dead gorgeous, and he looked ripped and muscular as hell 

a few of your friends noticed and begged you to go talk to him but you were shy, sort of. 

but then the hottie looked your way, and then it clicked;

he was Sebastian. THE Sebastian - the one whose videos you found yourself watching over and over again on porn websites. 

the Sebastian whose voice alone could make you cum like no one ever has before

his eyes met yours for a second or two and he smiled at you from the other side of the room - you panicked and looked away

oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck

you let a few minutes pass by, and mingled with your friends, and sipped on your drink

but then you wondered if he was still looking, so you looked his way again - and there he was; still looking at you and smirking. 

fuck he’s hot

you panicked and looked away again

he must’ve figured it out, or he must be used to that kind of reaction 

because why else would he follow you into the bathroom sometime later when you went to touch up your lipstick. 

he pushed the door open and walked in shamelessly - the two girls who were in front of the mirror were too drunk to function so the minute Sebastian walked in, they stumbled and giggled on their way out. That left you and him all alone in the club’s bathroom

“Um, this is the ladies bathroom?” you didn’t sound confident at all, you sounded like a shy, little girl

He smirked and walked over to you and you wouldn’t lie, he made you nervous as hell. 

he scoffed playfully, inching even closer to you to a point where you were trapped between him and the counter. 

“Aww come on, babygirl. Think I didn’t catch the looks you’ve been giving me all night?” 

his voice alone was enough to send pleasant tingles down your spine

you look up at him sheepishly and blush and he chuckles, leaning in dangerously close to you.

“You know who i am, don’t you, you dirty little girl?” he sounded cocky, just like he did in his porn videos, and something about that made you weak in the knees. 

you nodded, biting you lip mindlessly. 

he tilted his face and leaned in to brush his lips with yours, not fully kissing you yet

“You want me, babygirl?” he asked, knowing damn well you did. Because he was irresistible and he knew it. 

he grabbed you by the waist and pushed your body into his, “Answer me.” 

you answered

and he didn’t waste any time

he kissed you senselessly, because let’s face it - pornstar!seb is a pro at EVERYTHING and he made you lose your mind in no time

his kiss started out gentle, then he got messier and messier

you slid your hands in his hair and tugged on it gently

he moaned and smiled through the kiss. 

“Tell me what you want, baby.” he asked, pulling away for a little while. 

one of the many things you liked about him in his videos, is how vocal and dirty he was during sex

just like right now. 

i want you... 

but that wasn’t enough for him. 

“Nah uh, do better babygirl, come on.” he insisted, gripping your jaw and forcing you to look at him. 

i want you to fuck me like you own me. 

he chuckled, leaning in to bite your lip

“That’s a good girl.” 

oh but pornstar!seb would not give A fuck about the fact that you two were fucking in a public place

he’d get as dirty as possible

maybe he’d make you bend over the counter and fucks your from behind; tugging on your hair to make you look into the mirror while he pounds into you

OKAY but he’d be rough!

spanks

choking you whenever he felt like it

pulling on your hair

tugging in your lips and spitting in your mouth

he would, indeed, fuck you like he owned you

“tell me who’s fucking you this good, baby?” 

“fuck, you’re such a good girl”

“come on baby, open up.” 

“fuck... slow down, babygirl.” 

he’d be loud; each moan, each grunt of his would only make you want him even more

he was addicting

and you simply couldn’t get enough

at some point, he’d definitely push his face in between your legs; teasing you and making you cum all over his tongue

it soon became his favorite thing; hearing you whimper and moan

“such a dirty, dirty little girl aren’t you?” 

or maybe he’d tease you with his cock, slipping in and out of you slowly, making you beg for him

please...please...please 

“please what?” he’d ask, sternly. The change in his tone made you shiver and tremble in his arms

please fuck me

“good girl.” 

maybe after he’s done, he doesn’t leave immediately

he smirks at how flushed your face is and pretty you look when you glow - all because of him. 

he lingers around for a bit, then he finally takes your lipstick and begins writing numbers on your arm

you giggle when you realize that he’s writing down his number. 

“Don’t forget me, babygirl. I’ll be waiting for you.” he leans in to kiss you again, pulls away and winks before leaving. 

you look down at the number and smirk a little. 

and you look into the mirror and blush, looking back on the whole thing. 

a/n: oh...

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[openforjean]

wish you were here 

Bucky Barnes x pornstar!reader

Warnings: +18, frigg off minors, masturbation (m&f), dirty talk , sub!bucky, a lil edging, sum praise kink

A/n: enjoy bruvs 

Bucky woke to the sound of his phone buzzing on the table next to him. His face is still buried in the pillow and his left hand reaches for it. He takes it in his hand and presses his thumb on the home button, the screen nearly blinds him. 

“It’s 2:53 am, Sam. What could you possibly want?” Bucky says to himself. He shuffles onto his back and opens the message. It’s a link. Bucky starts to type. 

Bucky: what the hell is this? 

Bucky isn’t easy to fool, nobody should just click on random links. 

Sam: a little site that helps me sleep after a long mission. Thought you’d like it. 

Bucky scoffs. 

Bucky: already was asleep, but you woke me up asshole 

Sam: Trust me, you’re gonna sleep better tonight after clicking the link.

Bucky sighs and clicks the link. It takes him to safari and the word “loading” appears in pink. Bucky scratches the back of his head as he waits. His eyes widened to what's on his screen. 

“A porn site. Sam sent me a link to a porn site,” Bucky said to himself and forms his lips in a straight line. He stares at the top video, he lowers himself to make himself comfortable. He clears his throat and relaxes his muscles. He clicks on the video, it's called “Wish you were here”.  His left hand holds his phone and his right hand is diving into his boxers. 

A few seconds later, he got rock hard. His hand pumping his length, whimpering at your words. He likes your outfit too, white lace. He’s a red type of guy, but his imagination can fix that. 

“You’re such a good boy, touching yourself for me when I’m not there,” Bucky pulls away from his length and spits on his palm. The wet sounds coming from his cock are sinful. He shuts his eyes and he rolls his head back. 

“Yes, yes, all for you,” Bucky breathlessly says. He tightens the grip around him and his hips thrust forward. In his mind he imagines you in a red lace bra and thong, with your fingers plunging into your soaking cunt.

“I’m so fucking wet for you baby boy, tell me how hard you are for me,” Bucky groans and pulls his hand away from his cock. He wants to edge himself a little. “I’m so hard, fuck. I want to cum so bad,” he says as he slowly strokes himself again. 

“Oh, I’m so close. Cum with me, baby boy,” you cry. Your fingers start rapidly circling around your clit. Bucky’s eyes are glued to the screen as he pumps himself violently. You cum and your legs shake, your eyes slam shut and you moan loudly. Bucky shut his phone off and replayed the moment in his head. His hand twists around his tip and his hips thrust forward, shooting cum onto himself. He groans as he pumped a few more times to get it all out. 

Bucky went asleep very well that night, after jacking off to you a few more times. You soon became a habit of his. 

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[geminixevans-stan]

Hello. It’s me, your adorkable sis wife. Just wanna say yay for 2K I’m glad I could be of service. Ready for more pornstar!Ari by the way I miss him a lot lol

Also, this mans is peeved at you and is asking you to kneel so he can reprimand you for being a bad baby girl.

Okay I love you bye bye

This picture is sinfully rude sis wife... But you're right, daddy is a teensy bit mad.

Pairing: Mob!Sebastian Stan x Female Reader

Words: 962

Warning: 18+ Minors Dni, mentions of murder, explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut (fingering, spanking, choking)

I do not consent to my works being plagiarized in any shape, form, or fashion.

“Leave us,” is the first thing you hear after being brought into his office. The look on his face was unreadable but, you knew you were in deep shit. You were a firecracker when he met you and that wasn’t gonna change.

He knew that when you weren’t afraid to put a bullet in his shoulder. Knew then that you were gonna be his and how right he was.

Which is right now, he knew his firecracker better have a good fucking reason why you just ruined the biggest deal that he could have made.

Joining forces with the Renner family would have been the talk of the town, making him the stronger of the two. No one would have even dared to try him then.

Sebastian watched your stoic frame. Blood still spattered at the top of your dress — blood that belong to the head of the Renner family.

He knew there was a good reason. Hell, he knew the reason before you even stepped foot out the house, alerting security a little too late.

The silence was deafening as Sebastian leaned against his desk, crooking his ringed finger at you to come closer. There were a few things that command you. Your body and him. He owned your body and she listened whenever he called to her.

You wasted no time making your way over to him. You didn’t even dare try him tonight, not after what you just did.

“Dragosta mea… îngenunchea (Kneel)”

Your kneels feel right where they belonged — at his feet. The only man you would ever kneel for. He more than earned that right over and over again. Sebastian showed you what being his meant in more ways than one and in return, you gave him everything.

His steel-blue eyes, lowered to yours, his perfect lips set in a thin line. Sweet little firecracker you were. But only for him. How could he be mad at you? Not when you looked like pure sin. But there were rules and his baby girl broke the ultimate one.

Never interfere in Daddy’s business…

And you interfered at the highest level.

It wasn’t normal for him to be mad at you and there wasn’t much you could do to get yourself out of whatever punishment was about to be given. To test the waters, you poke your bottom out just a little bit, earning a growl and a strong hand around your throat.

You gasp in his hold, now eye level with his piercing eyes, “Nice try Dragostea mea. Don’t fucking try it,” he says squeezing the sides of your throat a little tighter.

A smile spreads across your face, showing that you weren’t sorry for a damn thing. Sebastian huffs, letting you go and straightening himself back up.

“What’s my number one rule baby?”

With a slow tilt to your head, you recite his rule word for word, “Never interfere in Daddy’s business.”

Sebastian cups your face with one hand, prodding your lips open with his thumb as you happily wrap them around the thick digit.

He hums contently, “That’s right and you did that didn’t you?” you nod pathetically, swirling your tongue around his thumb, hearing that noticeable hitch in his throat and watching a tent form in his slacks.

His eyes darken instantly, removing his thumb from your lips and wrapping his hand back to your throat, and pulling you up roughly. To say you were turned on was an understatement. The minute you put a bullet through that double crosser’s head, the thought of what your daddy was going to do had you wetter than ever before.

Sebastian could smell the arousal the moment your knees hit the floor. He knew you weren’t remorseful for a damn thing.

And why should you be? You were only protecting his legacy. Little did you know — He was so fucking proud of his girl. But rules are rules.

Sebastian slides his other hand up the front of your dress, slipping past the drenched material finding your aching clit, swirling his fingers around the swollen bud.

You falter, leaning into his touch as he keeps your neck taut, making you look at him, “I know you’re not sorry Dragostea mea.”

You shake your head from side to side, “Not. One. Bit. D-daddy”

He turns your face to the side not letting up on bringing you to the edge. You feel the warmth of his breath first and the heat of his tongue sliding up the side of your face.

You shudder, feeling the pleasure bloom in your core. You’re close.. So… close.

Sebastian adds more pressure, swiping your clit back and forth, “How many bullets did you use my love?”

You lean your head against his, your breath coming out in short spurts, “S-six, Daddy. Two in the chest and head, one in each hand.”

He crashes his lips to yours, slipping his tongue over yours as he speeds his fingers up. You knew better than to come but the sweet release was near. You both growl into each other’s mouths, letting him win this battle.

Your breath quickens, he knows you’re close. If you thought he was going to grant you something so easy…you knew better.

Sebastian snatches his hand from between your legs, laying a harsh smack to your ass when you let out a whine.

You were so…. Close.

He gives you a grin that you knew too well, “Well my love, it’s only right to edge you six hours then? One bullet equals an hour,” You try to protest but he lands another smack to your ass, “I got all night, Dragostea mea. Go to Daddy’s palace.”

At the mention of that place, your scramble away from him and towards the door.

“Oh and firecracker? I’m bringing some help…”

Join the freaknik!

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[mrwinterr]

Over & Over

Pairing: Pornstar!Bucky Barnes AU x Pornstar!Female Reader

Summary: You’re an up-and-coming adult film star secretly eager to work with the popular Bucky Barnes, and with just the right connections, your paths cross much sooner than later.

Warnings: Adult themes. Smut 18+ (unprotected sex, vaginal penetration and instructional fingering, oral [male & female receiving], size kink, spit & cum play, a smudge of male dominance), dirty talk and language.

Disclaimer: I don’t know how the porn industry works; this was just written for fun.

Title Inspiration: “Over & Over” by Smallpools

A/N: After doping up on strong painkillers wasn’t enough, I thought releasing endorphins would help ease my headache, so once again watching porn inspired another fic. Idk. I’m a mess. Enjoy!

Slipping on your oversized sunglasses, you walk along the rectangular outline of the hotel’s lavish pool, to one of the vacant lounge chairs next to the redheaded goddess, whose wings you were taken under and could gratefully call a close friend. You hadn’t known a single soul when you packed up and moved west to Los Angeles at 18, but you knew you were destined for more than what your humdrum life back at home could offer.

The porn industry wasn’t your first choice at a career in entertainment, but the starving profession wasn’t paying the bills fast enough. You weren’t going to survive in L.A. another year juggling to pay for tuition and stay enrolled in acting school from the income of working menial jobs and booking small gigs. However, one minor role as an extra in a one-night stand sex scene of a TV show, you catch the eye of the multitalented adult film actress Natasha Romanoff.

It was pure coincidence she was also casted, playing a bigger role, of the same episode, but she saw more in you in your less than 15 seconds of fame than most casting agents did before offering you a chance to shadow her. You knew she looked familiar and you were no stranger to watching porn, but when you’re as down on your luck as you were, you went all in and soon enough countless scenes now under your belt within a year, you’re porn’s best female newcomer.

“There’s this year’s Best New Starlet!” Natasha proclaims loudly for almost everyone around to hear.

Lucky for you, the shades conceal the roll of your eyes at her comment as you kick off your flip-flops and remove the thin cover up to reveal your skimpy bikini. You dare look over at her in time to catch her mocking reaction, jaw dropped from your attitude.

“After all I’ve done for you,” she says, placing a hand to her heart, feigning hurt.

The pair of you laugh at your nonsense and after she helps you with applying the appropriate amount of sun care protection, you recline in your seats and attempt to soak up some sun. It was a much-needed break with the long stressful week of the award show now behind everyone. Your hard work had paid off and after all you did learn from the best.

Your predecessor before you, Natasha was also a former Best New Starlet, and now is a household name in pornography. She didn’t welcome a lot of people into her inner circle, but she had plans to one day direct and knew she had to find the next big thing before anyone else to take her place.

“Hello, ladies,” comes from the voice of this year’s Director of the Year and other close friend Wanda Maximoff.

“Hey Wanda,” you greet her by sitting up to give her a proper hug.

You met her through her twin brother, Pietro, who happened to be your first co-star and was very welcoming and caring to you. The twins took care of you during your first few months starting out. Much like Natasha did for you, you help her administer the same amount of sunscreen on her body.

“Congrats on your achievement,” she says wholeheartedly, looking over her shoulder at you as you finish up on her back, and even under the heat of the sun, she could still see the blush creep up on your face.

“She’s a natural, isn’t she?” Natasha comments casually, to which Wanda nods enthusiastically, only speeding up the process of the rose tints on your cheeks to spread all over your face. They were your biggest fans and supporters; you were so happy you could make them proud.

“I owe it all to the queen herself,” you say, downplaying your achievement and turning the attention to your mentor in Natasha. She scoffs at that and teases you about just taking the damn compliment. You put in the work; it was all you.

“Seriously, you deserved it,” Wanda says honestly, and you finally accept the praise.

“So, what’s next for miss Director of the Year?” Natasha asks leaning on a propped elbow, body facing towards you and Wanda.

“Well, I managed to finally book Bucky Barnes in an upcoming project…” she starts out, but the moment you heard his name slip from her lips, the rest almost didn’t matter.

Bucky Barnes was somewhat of a legend. There wasn’t a model or director that didn’t want to work with him. The man was downright gifted in every aspect and his work speaks for itself. Before you broke onto the scene, you’d gotten off to his videos, and only dreamed of one day starring in a scene with him, but you were still new to this world.

As a promising star, you had a long way to go and tons of plots, positions and people to still experience, so landing a role with someone like Bucky Barnes wasn’t entirely written in your plans any time soon. Then again, your first girl-on-girl scene was with your mentor herself, so anything could happen, right?

“I just haven’t found my girl yet,” was the next thing you pick up Wanda say the moment your head comes back from the clouds, “...I have all this momentum now that I want this to blow everyone away, especially Stark.”

Tony Stark was her rival. It was a friendly competition amongst friends. You hadn’t gotten the chance to work for him yet. He was a playful character and had directed some of the best adult films out there, Wanda just happened to be the better of the two this year…

“Sorry, I’m retired,” Natasha reminds her and repositions herself on her back.

“Fuck you,” Wanda says playfully to which Natasha responds with a finger in the air before she clarifies, “I was hinting at this year’s Best New Starlet…” and slyly looking in your directly.

“Me?” You ask incredulously. Your head can’t even start processing that you’re finally getting the opportunity to work with Bucky.

Wanda rolls her eyes at your obliviousness, “no, last year’s Best New Starlet. Hell no! Of course, you!” You respond in the same manner as your mentor, who is more than amused at you also following her lead, and flip Wanda off. Wanda snatches your hand to bring it away from her face, “I’m serious!”

“I-I don’t know, Wan,” a part of you is a little scared that you’re not going to be able to keep up with someone as established and with the star power as Bucky, “...like you said, you have all this momentum behind you. I don’t want to fuck this scene up because I don’t have a lot of experience.”

“Are you fucking kidding?” Natasha pipes up on the other side of you. “This is the perfect role for you!” She sees the questionable look on your face and sighs before explaining. “You’re a fresh face and rising star! People are lining up to book you, Stark included.”

“Nat is right. You’re a hot commodity now! I need someone who is a little inexperienced to mix with someone that is,” Wanda further explains her premise, “let him take the lead, but at your pace. I need it to be raw and passionate. People love that shit!” They were right, he had all the experience, and you were a fresh loveable face. It was the perfect combination.

You remain quiet for several seconds before Natasha rats you out, “and don’t even try to act like you don’t want to work with Barnes. This is your fantasy come to life.” Way to throw you under the bus like that…

There’s no denying your goal to work with him. He’d been in this business much longer than you had, you didn’t think your paths would ever cross on a set, but the opportunity couldn’t have presented itself in a more perfect point in your career.

The room is very pristine. White walls with a king size bed, also adorned in white sheets, fluffy pillows scattered at the top, minimal furniture around to make it look realistic, and the lighting was just right. Wanda had received a hefty budget after her recognition that’s for sure.

“Alright, girly, let’s get you on the bed!” Wanda happily directs.

You nod silently, remove your footwear and plop down on the center of the large mattress. You decide to leave your legs sprawled on one side of your body, settling on a bashful position. It’s not hard for you because although you agreed to do this and have done several scenes, internally, you’re freaking the fuck out. Unbeknownst to you, it’s all part of your charm; the innocence you somehow still radiated was an all too endearing quality and actually sexy.

Even your attire was pretty modest, opting for a more casual look with black leggings and a tight long sleeve that accentuates your figure and shows off the right amount of cleavage. It was something that you could easily wear out in public, which again was a part of your brand in being as natural as possible, but come the right circumstances, when it was time to roll you could turn on the right switch.

“We’ll start off like a typical casting interview before we bring Bucky in and then we’ll go from there. Sounds good?” She runs down the plan with you, fixing a few strands of flyaway hairs on your head before back away from the bed. With a thumbs up and a smile from you, she starts recording.

“Welcome, Best New Starlet of the Year!” Wanda greets from behind the camera.

“Hi,” you politely reply with your signature sweet smile and a wave to the screen.

These scenes start off with a small interview recounting your tale into the porn industry leading up to your recent achievement and even delving a bit into your personal life before the topic changes to your co-star.

“So, how excited are you to work with Bucky today?”

No matter how hard you practiced at keeping a straight poker face, that was something you were unable to master from Natasha, and the blush couldn’t be contained.

Fidgeting at the hem of your top, you open and close your mouth, trying to find the right words. You’re overly flustered at the thought of Bucky and he wasn’t even in front of you yet. You don’t want to sound like a fool and ruin the atmosphere. Wanda mouths words of advice from where she sat in the director’s chair, “be honest.”

“Um, I’m...nervous,” you say truthfully.

“Nervous?” She questions, urging you to elaborate.

“Yeah, he’s Bucky Barnes! He’s hot and he’s got so much experience. I’m kind of scared I’ll be boring,” you finish explaining and hope to God that Natasha doesn’t kill you afterwards, or with that answer let Wanda down, but the smile on her face sends you a wave of assurance.

Maybe you could do this...

Earlier that day, Bucky had already recorded his little opening scene. Wanda had called him to report on set before you were scheduled to arrive.

On the contrary, Bucky was also a tab bit anxious to work with you. He’d seen some of your work and more so heard about your talent from his own best friend, Steve Rogers.

He didn’t deny it, he was very much attracted to you and he wanted a chance to work with you too. Bucky wasn’t a jealous person, which made working in the porn industry easy for him, but when he had to hear Steve recount his scenes with you, he couldn’t help but want to sock his own childhood friend. He didn’t of course, but the rage was evident and his other friend, Sam Wilson, took some sick pleasure in teasing him over it. In fact, the eccentric personality of the trio of friends, decided to tag along with Bucky to introduce himself to you and get under his skin a little more.

“What’s going on in that nasty head of yours?” Sam poked at Bucky as they made their way over to Wanda, who was by the camera setup going over a script with another stagehand. When Bucky doesn’t respond, it provokes Sam even more, “no way, you’re nervous!”

Bucky sighs fed up with dealing with the anxiety brewing ever since he found out he was going to star in this film with you. “Shut the fuck up, will you? Of course, I’m nervous,” he says, trying to remain calm.

“Dude, you’ve slept with some of the hottest people in the world and millions of people have seen you naked. Why is one girl any different?” Sam wonders.

“I don’t know, ok. She just seems so down-to-earth and normal?” Bucky attempts to explain. You were real. His work was just that, it was a work, and he was afraid that it would be different with you. He could say he was almost intimidated by you.

“Yeah, as if I don’t have to hear that enough from Rogers…” Sam chimed in. Steve had nothing but high praise for your performance. In fact, his testimony helped expose you a little further. He was an honorable performer and a respected one, so they took his word on you. “Maybe, I’ll be her next co-star,” and just like that Sam ruined a moment.

“God, I hate you,” was the last thing exchanged between the two friends as they finally reached Wanda. She warned Sam to behave and gave Bucky a quick rundown before instructing him to hop on the bed.

Bucky’s interview starts a little differently than yours. Having already been a more established performer than yourself, no one needed his background story. The only thing Wanda wanted out of him was his plans and opinion on you.

“Well, I don’t know too much about her, personally speaking...but everyone seems to love her,” Bucky’s answer was a bit bland for Wanda.

“She’s a great person to work with,” she comments and that’s a tactic most directors used to get talent to keep talking.

“That’s what Steve keeps saying,” he says with somewhat of an awkward light laugh. He could see Sam facepalming next to Wanda at that lame answer.

“Yeah, you don’t win best female newcomer for nothing,” Wanda points out. If anyone was the lucky one here, it was Bucky. He was climbing up in age and you were the next big thing. You were the real star of this film not Bucky. She was counting more on you to deliver than him.

“That’s right. She’s a very talented performer,” Bucky says, and this small comment opens up a can of worms for Wanda to build up on.

“Oh, so you’ve seen some of her work?” Bam! He was caught.

Bucky’s mouth starts twitching slightly and Wanda and Sam are smirking from their spots as they watch the gears in Bucky’s mind start turning faster trying to think of something. The only piece of advice Wanda gives is “be honest.”

He sighs, the jig was up. Smooth Bucky Barnes was caught red-handed, “yeah, I’ve watched some scenes. I’ve seen her in person a few times too…”

“Wait,” Wanda interrupts him abruptly. She knew you were attracted to Bucky, but never knew of any encounters between you two, “when did you meet her?”

“I haven’t,” Bucky starts, which causes a look of mass confusion on Wanda’s face before he follows up, “formally. I haven’t met her formally, but I’ve seen her at a few parties and at the award show...I was just nervous to walk up to her,” the words just kept flowing out of his mouth and he inwardly cringed at how awkward he might’ve sounded.

Sam was amused by his embarrassment, but Wanda was pleased with this result. Bucky was good at what he did and that included him trying to play it cool, which he did well on screen, sometimes.

“You know she was actually thrilled to find out she would be working with you,” Wanda said, stretching the truth. The truth was, you hadn’t verbally confessed that, at least not yet.

“Really?” Bucky asks all too hopeful, his mood noticeably perking up.

“Yup! Ever since she won Best New Starlet of the Year, people have been lining up to book her, but she chose this project. You were the deal breaker, Barnes,” she fabricated and hoped this all worked out for you two in the end.

“Wow, who would’ve thought this has-been still had it in him?” He jokes at himself. His humility would get the best of him in every situation.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself! You didn’t win Best Male Performer of the Year again for nothing!” Wanda says and then steers the interview to a close.

After wrapping up Bucky’s scene, he’s allowed to stay in another room with a monitor. At first, he thinks it’s to help him prep for the scene, but to his surprise it’s a live feed of your interview and he starts clinging onto your every word. Enthralled by your journey, work ethic and he gets flustered all over again hearing you talk about your equal eagerness to work with him.

“You know, if anyone is the lucky one in this situation, it’s Barnes,” Wanda reminds as your interview comes to an end.

“Right,” you sarcastically remark.

“Are you ready for us to bring Bucky in?” She asks.

“It’s now or never,” you reply. 

You watch the doorknob twist and the door open to slowly reveal Bucky. Where do you even start with him? He just looked like the total package. His gaze immediately on yours. As he makes his way towards the bed you’re still sitting on, when his knee comes in contact to the edge, you maneuver your body in his direction, sit up on your knees to meet him halfway and welcome him in a hug.

“Hi, it’s nice to finally meet you,” he says when you pull apart. The both of you don’t break away completely. Your arms are still wrapped around his neck, his hands placed just above your waist, you can feel his fingers that slipped under the fabric rub your skin.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you respond, giving him a genuine smile and can’t help but stare at his pretty face. You had to remind yourself he’s just another guy, except he wasn’t. You didn’t know how he felt, but you wanted this, wanted him. You also don’t know if you’ll ever work him again after today, so he was going to get the real you.

A small, subtle clearing of someone’s throat shatters the staring contest between you and Bucky causing you both to sheepishly break away from the other, not realizing you’d both allowed dreaded dead airtime to pass by. You scoot over to make room for him next to you on the bed. After he pulls his footwear off, he sits cross legged in front of you, you have one leg tucked in and the other extended in front.

Bucky’s not entirely oblivious. He not only witnessed you backstage reveal you were actually nervous to work with him, he could feel it, so at an attempt to help ease both your nerves, he places a hand on your shin and absentmindedly run his hand up and down the fabric, fingers sometimes stopping to mess with the cuff of your leggings and at the skin of your ankle, while he listened to you speak.

He congratulated you on your achievement as you did with him, both a blushing mess before diving into different topics like traveling and other interests.

Wanda stood proudly behind the camera watching the scene unfold. Everything was so candid and real between you and Bucky, the chemistry was clearly evident, she didn’t foresee there would be much directing on her part today, which was going to make her job easy.

“Wanda said you were excited to work with me,” Bucky teases, wanting to see if what you said was just for the cameras or if it was really true, but also, he found out he liked to see you get all hot and bothered in more than one way.

Your jaw drops and you look directly into the camera, breaking the fourth wall, calling out to Wanda. You playfully chastise and curse at her for revealing your secret. She tells you it was going to come out anyways, and while that was true, you’d hoped it was later and much after you’ve slept with him, hoping it doesn’t ruin the shoot, but Bucky assures you that it’s actually a flattering to hear or in his words, “assuring” for someone like him.

“Are you kidding?” You say, lightly shoving him back, “you’re like a legend! Of course, I was excited! I’m surprised you agreed to work with a rookie like me!” Now that the cat was out of the bag, you might as well own up to your secret.

“Everyone wants to work with you,” he makes clear, leaning in closer. Fuck, he didn’t even need to initiate foreplay because with the way he was looking at you right now, you could come swear you’d come undone for him in an instant.

“Oh really?” You challenge, your body gravitating like a magnet towards his.

“Yup, Steve wouldn’t shut up about you and even Sam said he can’t wait to someday work with you,” he said, voice slowly dropping in decibels and his hands sliding up your thighs.

“Did he?” You ask, but you don’t really care about Sam as your eyes look dead into Bucky’s blue ones, swirling into a darker shade full of deep want and desire.

“Yeah, but let’s see if he still wants to try to outdo me after I’m done with you,” he whispers, finally closing the gap between your lips in a sweet kiss. It was about as sweet as it could last because after just one taste of your lips, he was a starved man, hungry for more. You tried your best to match his pace and the kiss turned sloppy very quick.

You moaned at the pressure of his lips pressed roughly against yours, and you do your best to keep up, but you’re already finding yourself short of breath. However, the more you try to pull back to regain some oxygen, the more he’s unwilling to part as he grasps your face in both hands to keep you still, so you lightly squeeze at his biceps as a warning in hope he gets the message.

Lucky for you, he does and lets up. He’s also noticeably breathless, his warm breath fanning against your kiss-swollen lips, his forehead resting against yours. Bucky’s hands are still on your face.

“Sorry,” he apologizes, and you let out a small chuckle at the sincerity. He was cute.

You take his hands in yours and bring them back down to begin undressing him starting by helping him slip his shirt over his head, the fashionable dog tags around his neck clank as it slaps against his toned chest, you let him keep them on though.

Bucky sits up on his knees as he watches you settle on your stomach, propped up by your elbows, hands getting ready to work on his lower half. He patiently watches as you unbuckle his belt, pop the button of his jeans off, and drag the zipper down.

With his pants hanging loose off his hips, you begin to plant soft kisses along his navel down the defined lines that lead to his cock. Each contact of your lips sends a ghostly tingle and the blood to rush even quicker down his lower region. The imprint of his endowed member doesn’t leave much to your imagination, you can already see the stain where the tip is through his tight boxer briefs. It gives you a little boost of confidence knowing you’d caused this and would get to take care of it.

You hook your fingers into the undergarment and tug them down his muscular thighs. His cock springs out, almost hitting you in the face causing you to jolt back a little and a smile to spread across Bucky’s.

Your clumsiness was also a part of your charm. It wasn’t on purpose, you were still learning after all, and that’s what made it so unique and fun to work with you. Your partners just felt a real, genuine connection, citing it felt less choreographed and of a porno with you.

A little embarrassed about that move, you’d watched what he can do with that cock, but nothing could’ve prepared you for it face-to-face. You don’t waste any time on getting your hands on him and wrap your fingers around his half-hard cock and start pumping him sensually.

He’s hot and soft in your hands before getting gradually heavy. The look in your eyes grows more predatory as you watch him grow and feel him getting harder with each pump causing more and more pre-cum to ooze out. You spread it all over the head of his cock with your thumb then daring to look up at him, hoping he was indeed enjoying your work, before you pucker your lips and kiss at the crown. Bucky curses when he sees your lips shining, coated in his pre-cum, with a string connecting you to his cock.

You gather the fluid up in your hand before spreading it all over his length, when it’s not enough you start not only pumping him faster, but also licking up and down, from the base to the tip, hoping to effectively slick him up. The way your tongue scrapes along over Bucky’s sensitive flesh stirs him up. Your other hand joins in to fondle with his neglected balls, massaging and pulling at them in the right moments, sometimes you travel a little south and take them in your mouth. It all but drives Bucky wild and it’s confirmed with each swear that leaves his mouth.

Bucky wants nothing more than to lodge himself deep in your throat, but he remembers he needs to go at your pace, and once you’re broken in a little more, you could follow his, so he’ll bide his time for now and watch you work.

When you’re ready to take him in, you regain his attention and he watches you slowly take in his inches down your mouth, stopping halfway before your wide-open mouth hollows out. Your full mouth immediately waters around him and it doesn’t take long before you’re a drooling mess all over his cock. You pull back torturously slow, looking back down watching his cock reappear and loving the way it disappears back in, and especially how it feels when it drags through your mouth, taking note of the veins and unique ridges.

“Don’t be like that, doll,” he says, wiping some of the hair away from your face, “come on and show me why they don’t stop talking about you,” he coaxes, now gathering some of your locks in his hand to completely give you both a clear view. He tries his best to not take the lead, but you don’t disappoint as your mouth works faster on him. The gagging and sucking, mixed with Bucky’s moans of pleasure soon become the soundtrack.

You’d gradually take him more and more in, close to deep throating him, and you’re just ready to let up, but he can’t help it and before your last round, he holds your head in place.

“Don’t quit now, baby,” he encourages you, placing his other hand on the back of your head, keeping you still and carefully starts to thrust his hips, urging you to take him all the way, “...that’s it, you can do it, you can take it,” he releases a big sigh feeling the tip of your nose bump his lower abdomen. The moisture builds up in the inner corner of your eyes and you do your best to mind your breathing and not choke.

“Fuck!” He can’t help but shout when he feels your throat contract around him. You just looked so divine, mouth full of his cock. He keeps you there for a few seconds, before releasing his hold, and you immediately pull back, drool dribbles down your chin, and you’re desperate for oxygen to return back into your system. He grabs your face by your chin forcing you to look up at him.

He uses his fingers to scoop up some of the mixed fluids of his arousal and your saliva at your chin before presenting it in front of you. You easily read his mind, look up at him with big, watery eyes, and take his coated digits in your abused mouth sucking the juices clean off him. 

He growls and commends you, “...such a good girl.” When he slips his fingers out of your mouth, a small pop could faintly be heard, he gently yanks at your hair, craning your head back further, it’s almost painful but you don’t care, “do it again,” he demands.

You bite your lip and reposition yourself. Bucky settles in a more comfortable position on his back, completely rid of his pants and underwear, his legs spread open for you to lie between them. Before you get back to the job, you slip your tight top off, all-natural breasts spilling out and on display for him. His cock twitches at the sight and he lets his head fall back when he’s once more fully encased in the warm, wet cavern of your mouth.

When he finally starts begging you to let up, you pull back slowly pumping him and watch his every move, the rise of his chest as it heaves from the activity, the way he runs his hands over his face. He’s absolutely stunned by your performance so far.

“On your back,” he says, and you do as he commands, and forget who is supposed to really be in charge. He yanks your leggings and panties all the way down, chucking them behind him somewhere in the corner of the room.

“You’re so sexy,” he compliments, eyes taking in every inch of your naked body, hands getting their fill. His body dips, lips latching onto your breasts, kissing at the skin and sucking on each nipple before they make their way up the juncture of your neck and claim your lips again.

You feel his tongue run along your bottom lip, and they part to grant him full access. You barely notice how he takes a hold of one of your hands, he pulls his face away to bring the hand in his grasp up to your face, using your fingers to trace the outline of your lips. You see him inaudibly instruct you to open your mouth, you do as you’re told.

“That’s right get those fingers nice and wet,” he coaxes you to suck on your own digits until he deems you ready for the next move. When he finally does pull your fingers out from your mouth, he extends your arm, ghosting them just over your pussy.

“Play with that clit,” he tells you and you don’t need to be told twice. Your pussy was begging for any kind of attention. You let your wet fingers roll over the bundle of nerves, puffs of breath escape your body as you’re finally attending to your own needs.

Bucky sits back and watches you intently, fascinated by your every move. He instructs you to close your eyes and listen to his voice, instructing you to go slow at first, “does that feel good?” the only reply he gets is a fast nod, “yeah? Make yourself feel good...that’s it,” his words only encourage your fingers to soon work faster, “let me hear how good it feels,” he demands, and you moan and whine like the true pornstar you are, your circular motions speed up, the lewd noises egg him on and soon enough he wants a taste.

“Let me help you out,” and you feel the bed shift a bit, “spread those wet lips for me,” he requests. You use both hands to invite him into your wet, glistening hole. You pick your head up to see his face buried between your thighs, you watch just long enough until each broad lick up and down your pussy sends you close to the edge.

He no longer needs the support of your hands, and they find purchase in his dark, fluffy hair as he starts sucking on your clit and tonguing your folds. At first, you’re doing a good job keeping your legs apart to accommodate him, but it gets harder and harder for them to not clamp around his head, with every nudge the tip of his nose makes at your clit and it doesn’t help your case when he inserts a finger inside you. With a good curl, his finger scratches dangerously close to your sweet spot, causing your legs to start quivering.

The sudden hitch in your breathing catches his attention, and Bucky tests the waters more by digging in deeper and curling in further. He notices the increasing agitation and knows he’s found the trigger.

“Bucky,” you whine, hoping he doesn’t push you over just yet. You want to last longer, and so you reluctantly attempt to scoot back further away, but the sudden strong grip  he has around your leg locks you in place. You pick your head back up and find Bucky’s eyes trained on you. You see the stoic look in his eyes laced with determination. Oh no, he wanted you to come now. You feel a hum from his full mouth, only pushing you further.  

“Don’t hold back,” he says against your pussy, “let go,” and the gruff in his voice, vibrating against you, his thick digits still curled deep inside you, you can’t hold back the floodgates from bursting any longer.

He laps up your arousal as you desperately try to regain composure. He really pulled one out of you, proving he was as every bit good as he put out and you’re not even close to the end of this scene.  

“Come here,” he says, getting back on his knees and pulling you up by your arms so you’re in an up-right sitting position once again, but with Bucky still towering over you, “open up.”

You comply and open your mouth wide, tongue out, not understanding his motive, and you’re met with full surprise when he spits in your mouth, a firm grip on your face, he holds you still.

“Don’t swallow,” he gravely warns. You feel and probably look stupid not knowing what he wants you to do with your mouth open wide and full of his spit mingling with your arousal, just trying to keep it all contained. Bucky was testing your patience and obedience and you passed every test so far. You were just the right amount of submissive, absolutely perfect.

You can feel his hard cock pressing up against your sensitive pussy, it slides up between your folds and the base rests on top of your mound. “Drool it out...on my cock,” he instructs. Oh. He guides your gaze down between your bodies, you purse your lips, and both watch as the liquid cascades down onto his erect member. He uses it to lube himself up before he pushes you down to lie flat on your back.

Bucky slowly but easily slips inside your wet channel but notices your slight struggle. He was big, and he gets it. The way your eyes are tightly shut, hands pulling at the sheets, you struggle to breath and your walls cruelly grip him tight. Normally, he’d just pound away until his partner got used to him, but he didn’t want to do that with you. He wanted you to enjoy feeling him.

He tries to help you relax by rubbing your thighs a little with soothing motions, when they fall limp on either side, he leans down, you feel the cool metal of his dog tags against your heated skin, his weight sort of comforting on yours, and arms entrapping your head. He lovingly calls out your name, and your eyes flutter open, your attention refocusing on him.

“We’ll go at your pace, alright?” he assures you. You curse yourself for allowing your heart to swell at his concern, but you nod giving him permission to move slowly. Your whimpers soon transition into pleasurable moans, the more your body begins to adjust to his.

“Damn, you’re so tight. You’ve never been stretched out like this by anyone before have you?” he dares ask, once he sees it’s a safe playing field once more, his hips moving slow, his cock sliding in and out of you. You attempt at a laugh between your ragged breathing and the intense sensation coursing through you.

“No,” you respond and kiss at his chin, the light stubble pricking your soft lips, “you’re so big.” You feel his cock twitch inside and you want to curse yourself again at the comment that unintentionally riles him up because he was nestled close to your spot again. Fuck, he could reach just the right depth in you.

“Fuck, Bucky,” you don’t want to go slow anymore. Fuck Wanda and this movie, you wanted all of Bucky now, “please fuck me,” you resort to begging. He inwardly growls and his hips start snapping forward, thrusts growing hard and uncalculated. You just lie there and allow him to use your pussy for his pleasure.

Bucky’s movements falter a bit in this position, so he steers both your bodies on their sides, still facing each other, he slings your leg high up over his hips, and resumes his task. His cock glides right back in your pussy and the new angle causes you to yelp and walls to clench around him.

“You feel so good,” his voice riddled with so much lust as he brings your body closer to his with a hand behind, full of your plushest asset. Your head rests on the bicep of his other arm that was underneath it.

Bucky’s expressive eyes ask you if you're close, and the more your walls continue to grip him, he starts begging for you to come with him. “I’m gonna cum,” he warns, giving up and letting you take the rest of the lead.

“Yeah?” you huff out, your fingers digging into the side of his hips, “you want to cum inside me?” You know he does; you can feel and see it written all over him, but you want to just poke at him like he had with you, “I want you to...I want all your cum inside me, Bucky,” and you wanted him to cum hard, deep inside, “fill my tight pussy up, please,” you plead.

With one more jab of his hips, your back arches and head is thrown back, you can’t help but let out a scream as your orgasm rips right through you like it’s never before. Bucky’s body on the other hand caves into yours, feeling almost paralyzed as your tight walls hold him in place and all he can do is bury his face into the sweaty skin of your neck.

His mouth hangs open, a plethora of profanities coming out of him, and he waits for his cock to finish spewing ropes of his hot, thick cum into you. Your walls can’t help but to involuntarily contract in small aftershocks, especially when he’s still coming.

Bucky continues to moan as he does as you hoped, he came hard and deep inside you. When you’ve both finally come down from the high, it’s silent, and even though you’d both long forgotten you were on a set with multiple people watching you two, they were also quiet, completely taken back by the performance.

Incoherent cries come out of each of you, when Bucky agonizingly pulls his cock out. For the most part you’re able to keep him inside, but he’d proven to come so much some of it seeps out and runs down in streak fashion along your thigh, staining the bed sheets.

In your last act, as your gazes meet each other again, your fingers dip inside your soaked cunt and coat them. Hypnotized by you, Bucky watches as you greedily suck off his essence from your digits, and you evoke a small hum in his favor at the taste bursting in your mouth.  

Bucky bites at his bottom lip, trying to not lose it again. When your hand disappears, he tenderly wipes the matted hair away from your face, smoothing your hair back before pulling your body close again, swooping your lips for a deep kiss.

“Shit, you’re good,” he admits, when he pulls away, effectively breaking the blissful silence. You bust out in a fit of giggles beside him and it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen. He’s not sure what he’s feeling, but it’s not something you’re supposed to feel towards your co-star, especially in the porn industry.    

He smiles at you, basking in your afterglow and all he knows is that he wants to feel this high with you over and over, so he decides to risk it all, “I hope this doesn’t ruin the moment, but can I take you out some time?”

You try your best to read him, wondering if he was just still in the heat of the moment. Either he’s really good or he’s being sincere, you can’t tell and you’re hoping you’re not overthinking it, but his eyes, this whole time, were what gave him away. He performed with them and he definitely spoke through them.

Before you could accept and give him a definite answer, you’re both brought back to reality, “we’re still rolling here!” Wanda reminds.

A/N: Thank the pain meds for this. I think I effectively used up my vacation days the right way, won’t you agree? Likes, reblogs and comments/emojis are appreciated! 

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[minimin1993]

S/M 41 & B/L 34

Warning: Implied smut. Violence.

Sebastian and Min had decided to keep their relationship out of the spotlight and keep the fans guessing and just continue with what they had been doing. He had recently cut his hair and mustache to Jeff’s style while wandering around the hotel practicing the accent making Min laugh her ass off only to be tackled by Sebastian.

“You gotta stop laughing at me princess.” Sebastian said groggily, he just woke up and found Min laying on her stomach giggling at him.  

“I can’t you look so funny.” Min said pulling on the mustache.

“I might just keep it, its growing on me. Totally bringing back the 90’s vibes don’t you think.”

“Oh god please don’t, I won’t be able to handle you looking like this all the time.” 

“Why not? I thought you love me for me and not my looks.” He teased.

“I will love you even if you rock a bald head and round tummy but god this mustache has gotta go. You look like you have old school pornstar-stache.”

“You don’t like that pornstache that much?”

“Nope, I like you without it or your normal scruff.” She said rubbing his dimple chin. 

“Uh huh, so what are you going to be doing today when I’m heading to set?” Sebastian said pulling her on top of him. 

“I might go visit Chris on set early since they are filming already.” 

“Sure, you just want to see Chris working the nomad look with his long hair and a beard.” 

“Pft… Whatt?? Noo… Pftt.. what gave you that idea?” Min teased Sebastian.

“Yeah, right. Don’t even lie, his new look is doing things to you.” Sebastian said tickling her sides having squirm on top of him but he holds her still. 

“You play dirty Mr. Stan. Okay, okay I admit. But I can’t help it I like a man with long hair and heavy beard.”

“Ohh so you only liked me because I had long hair.” 

“Well it was a bonus but I like this short due on you. I can see your eyes better.” Min said running her fingers through his short hair only to giggle again when she looks down on his mustache. “But to be honest Chris is totally not rocking an old school pornstar-stache.” 

“Okay that's it, you are so going to get it now.” He aid flipping them caging her underneath him. “Who do you belong to babygirl?”

“I don’t know, maybe you should remind me.” Min teased causing him to growl before reminding her who she belongs to.

  “James I swear to god, get you butt up, we gotta feed the children before they eat through my flower bed again.” Linda slaps Buckys butt who refuses to wake up for the umf time. 

“I don’t want to right now.” He said pulling her in bed caging her underneath him. “Right now I want to enjoy you.” He smirks feeling the strike of arousal from her running down his spine knowing he got her right where he wants him. They have been living a very quiet domestic life for over a year now in a hidden place in the edge of Wakanda enjoying each other through their soulbond which Bucky clearly loves to take advantage of. 

“Nope, we not doing this again. This will be the 4th flower bed in 2 months, I would like to enjoy my hard work before it gets eaten.” Linda said flipping them back over before getting off the bed hearing Bucky groan behind her while to walk to the edge of their hut. “Maybe if you hurry up we can enjoy each other under the waterfall.” She transmitted an image to his mind winking at him.

“Yes mam.” He said leaving the hut making her giggle. 

Bucky was feeding their goats they call their children, Linda was currently on the ground with a goat in her arms while 2 wakandan children was petting it when King T-Challa and Okoye comes up to their hut. 

“James.” Linda said nodding over to T-Challa as 2 of the Kings Guards men comes over with an equipment case opening it, Bucky and Linda walks over to the case seeing a new Black and Gold Vibranium arm. 

“Where’s the fight?” Bucky said grabbing Linda hand both sharing the same thoughts. 

“On its way.” T-Challa said. “Shuri wants the Blue Phoenix to come to her lab as soon as possible.” 

“Yes King T-Challa.” Linda said watching them leave leaving the couple to their thoughts.    “We will never get a break huh.” Bucky said as they walk back inside their hut. “All I wanted was to go to war come back and enjoy living a normal life with you in the 40’s, maybe pop out a few Barnes here and there but god love throwing me a curve ball. Now I finally get what I want, a quiet normal life with you only to have it end it in a fight. This is my punishment, this is what I get for all th...” He said sitting down on the bed rubbing his face. 

“James none of what Hydra did was your control so don’t blame yourself for that. I understand how you feel but the world needs us. How about this, after all this is all over we go away off the grid just me and you. We can settle somewhere.” Linda said tilting his face up to look at her. 

“You would do that?” 

“Of course I would, you may have been fighting for 70 something years but I have been fighting for many more than that. I am tired of the fight. I just want you, and maybe like you said pop out a few Barnes.” 

“I love you so much you know that.” He said 

“And I love you too, now think about it. Now you will have 2 arms to finally do what you want with me.” She winks at him.

“God you are going to be the death of me.” 

“Don’t you even start, we both know you are the one that is insatiable.” She said pushing him lightly on his shoulder making him chuckle. 

“Can’t help it, 70 years dry spell will do that to a guy.” He joked winking back at her. 

“Uh-huh, Now come on before Shuri get mad at us.” 

  After Bucky was fitted with the new arm, Shuri had excited move over to Linda with a new weapon for her to try. 

“So I know you draw your energy from things around you to conjure your whip what if I told you I have a device small enough to hold your type of energy where you can conjure your whip at maximum capacity everytime without feeling drained.” Shuri said 

“And I say you are lying?” Linda joked. 

“I wish I was but I am a genius, here.” Shuri said throwing her a necklace containing a crystal Linda recognized immediately.

“How did you get this?” Linda said looking at the crystal she used back on asgard a long time ago.

“You ‘L’ sent us another package not to long ago label for emergencies only.” Shuri said. 

“Thank you Shuri, you have no idea how much this means to me.” Linda said putting the necklace on feeling rejuvenated.  

“Now get suited up, Captain Rogers shall be here any minute now.” Shuri said 

  Both Linda and Bucky for suited for the mission walking out of the palace holding each other's hands seeing the quinjet and the rest of their friend walking towards them 

“How we looking?” They heard Natasha say  

“You will have my Kingsguard, the Border Tribe, the Dora Milaje, and…” T-Challa said nodding over to the them.  

“A semi-stable, 100-year-old man.” Bucky said letting Linda hand go hugging Steve.  

“How you been, Buck?” Steve asks  

“Uh, not bad, for the end of the world.” 

“I missed you Linda.” Steve said giving Linda a hug.

“I missed you too Stevie.” She said before giving everyone else a quick hug before they move to Shuri Lab to see if they can remove the Stone from Vision. 

  Sam, Rhodes, Bucky, and Linda decided to stay outside on guard waiting only to see an alien vessel coming down straight toward them.

“Cap we got a situation here.” Sam said in the com as the defense shield surrounding them destroys the vessel.

“God, I love this place.” Bucky said as they all look up in the sky 

“  Yeah, don't start celebrating yet, guys. We got more incoming outside the dome.” Rhodes said watching 3 more ships burn through the sky. 

“Evacuate the city. Engage all defense procedures. And get this man a shield.” T-Challa said through the com. 

The soldiers all marched out to the appointed aircrafts and were all transported to the edge of the border. 

“Always remember I will love you.”  Bucky transmitted to Linda who looks over at him holding his hand. 

“I love you too, We will do it together.” She answered back. 

“This is going to end bad.”Bucky transmitted.

“Till the end of the line.” Linda joked making him roll his eyes. 

“MAYEFA YA HU! MAYEFA YA HU! MAYEFA YA HU! MAYEFA YA HU! MAYEFA YA HU!” The Jabari warrior chants as M'Baku, rallies his soldiers

“Thank you for standing with us.” T-Challa said patting M’Baku on his shoulders.    “Of course, brother.”  

T-Challa, Steve, Linda, and Natasha walk to the edge of the barrier, where Proxima Midnight and Cull Obsidian stand seeing Proxima tests the strength of the barrier by drawing her sword across it consideringly.    “Where's your other friend?” Natasha said.  

“You will pay for his life with yours. Thanos will have that stone.” Proxima Midnight said  

“That's not gonna happen.” Steve said.  

“You are in Wakanda now. Thanos will have nothing but dust and blood.” T-Challa said.  

“We... have blood to spare.” Proxima Midnight said as she brandishes her sword with a snarl, and the ships behind her start raising their outer hulls to allow their   "passengers" to disembark.

“Oh by the way Luna, I am sorry to say that your Asgardians family is dead.” She said with a smirk. Linda/Luna hands were radiating blue about to attack.

“Not now my love.” Bucky transmits into her feeling her rage stopping her as they walked back to the massed forces.  

“Did they surrender?” Bucky asks  

“Not exactly.” Steve said.  

T-Challa leads the Wakandans in the war cry "Yibambe!" telling them to hold fast as the Outriders bound toward the barrier; Proxima drops her sword arm down in the signal to attack.

“What the hell.” Bucky said astonished by the amount of outsiders charging at the shield.  

“Looks like we pissed her off.” Natasha said as they watch horrified as  the Outriders bombard the force-field, squeezing limbs and bodies partly through only to be bisected.

“They're killing themselves.” Okoye said in disgust.

As a few Outriders managed to squeeze through intact, the Border Tribe take a knee and raise their shields. The Kingsguard behind them level their sonic spears over their comrades' shoulders, and on T-Challa's command, fire at the approaching monsters. Bucky uses his M-249 machine gun, Linda/Luna sends charges of her own, and  Bruce fires the Hulkbuster's hand repulsors.    “You seen the teeth on those things?” Sam said flying over them shooting as he goes  

"Alright, back up, Sam. You're gonna get your wings singed.” Rhode flies over the heaviest concentration of Outriders and drops a barrage of mines, all exploding fantastically.

“Cap, if these things circle the perimeter and get in behind us... there's nothing between them and Vision.” Linda said as they watch the outsiders circle around the shield.  

“Them we better keep 'em in front of us.”  

“How do we do that?” Okoye asks T-challa  

“We open the barrier. On my signal, open North-West Section Seventeen.” He said over the com.  

“Requesting confirmation, my King. You said open the barrier?” Dome control asks  

“On my signal.”  

“This will be the end of Wakanda.” M’Baku said  

“Then it will be the noblest ending in history.” Okoye answers.

Steve readies his Vibranium shields with Linda/Luna conjuring both her whips ready to fight. T-Challa commands in Xhosa; the Border Tribesmen disengage their shields and stand, as he walks out in front of them, never taking his eyes off the enemy.    “  WAKANDA FOREVER!” He shouts crosses his arms in the Wakandan salute and closes his Black Panther helmet, charging for the barrier. The heroes and leaders are at the fore of the charge. Halfway to the barrier, the Black Panther shouts into his comm “Now!” 

Steve, T-Challa, and Linda  picks up their speed and full at full charge leaps into action attack. Linda whips her whip practically disintegrate whatever her line of target.    “Oh how I miss you Lunar.” She said to her crystal.  

“I see how you it is my love.” Bucky transmitted jokingly into her mind while he shoots the outsiders.  

“Jealous of it?” Linda snarks back playfully with a smirk on her face.  

“Gotta say though doll seeing you in full attack mode is doing things to me.” He thought sending her an image  

“Maybe once this is over you can make it a reality.” She moans in her mind hearing him chuckle.  

“God I love this bond.” He answers as they both never stopped fighting.  

The fighting continued non stop for who knows how long before they were starting to get way to outnumbered. Linda/Luna felt Bucky struggles through their bond fights over to him seeing him knocked over trying to fight the outsider with his favorite knife who was snapping their fangs at him, then Rhode, Banner, one by one getting swamped with Outsiders. She was about to jump to Bucky when someone enters her mind. 

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[you-didnt-see-that-cuming]

1,500 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION

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[marvelouspeterparker]

pretty special

PAIRING: pornstar!sebastian stan x pornstar!reader

SUMMARY: you shoot your first scene with the acclaimed and widely admired adult film star, sebastian stan.

WARNINGS: cliché porn scenario (dad's friend) + daddy kink + age gap + dirty talk + oral (m and f rec.) + unprotected sex + creampie

WORD COUNT: 4.3k

NOTES: this was part of this fic for tom but i extracted it in case some sebastian fans that don't read for tom wanted to read it, since i'm going to be writing for him now :)

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You were a bit nervous walking into work––working with one of the biggest stars was understandably a daunting experience. You didn’t want to seem like a complete amateur next to him, especially not when you were working with him. And on top of that, you’d been watching his videos for years now, since you were a teenager, and he never once lost his charm or his spark.

You could see how he’d evolved throughout all of his videos––when he was just a young fresh face that captured the hearts of many, to his long-haired phase, to his short hair and stubble phase, each and everyone one was just as enchanting and seductive.

You’d seen the way he managed to have chemistry with every actress he worked with––how they would all fall under his allurement, get flustered from just one look. If you were being honest, you could see Tom becoming the next actor of that status––he’d already had such a good reputation among the industry and the viewers seemed to love him as well. So the fact that you were going to get the opportunity to be with both of them? Well not at the same time, but if you did, you would most certainly melt on the spot. But even separately––You felt like you were going to combust.

Sebastian was now in his late thirties, but he looked better than ever, his eyes just as smoldering, even through a screen. He kept his hair short now and often let his beard grow out, which you personally loved. Since he had a very promising reputation––and everyone that he’s worked with has only had enticing things to say about him and his skills, you couldn’t say that you weren’t excited and honored to work with him.

The scene you were filming today took place in multiple places, all of which were in a home––so for work today you showed up to one of the many unfinished houses the agency used for filming. Within no time you were dressed and in the makeshift makeup room in one of the spare bedrooms with Olive, the makeup artist, putting the finishing touches on your face. Your look was supposed to be more natural today so it didn’t take too long since you only needed some light coverage.

“You nervous sweetie?” She asked, dabbing the beauty blender under your eyes.

You looked up at her, a sheepish smile on your face. “Of course I am, it’s Sebastian Stan.”

She waved you off, “Oh don’t be. He’s the sweetest thing, really.” She placed the beauty blender on the vanity. “You know a little birdie told me that he asked for you personally.”

Your eyes widened in shock. “What? Are you serious?”

She nodded, pursing her lips. “And he doesn’t do that for just anyone, so he must think you’re pretty special.” She started cleaning up her station. “That should put you at ease, right?”

“I mean…” You looked into the mirror and trailed off when you noticed a familiar face walk into the room. You’d never seen him in person until now, so far only watching him on the screen of your phone in the privacy of your room––but seeing him in front of you was something else.

Olive noticed you trail off and turned curiously before her eyes settled on the man walking towards her. He walked over to your makeup artist, a big smile on his face as he opened his arms. “Olive! How are you?”

She smiled, hugging him back. “I’m good honey, how are you?”

He bit his lip, failing to tame his grin when they both pulled away. “I’m good.” He turned to you, “Especially since I’m going to be filming with this one today.” You got up to walk over to him and he smiled, placing a hand on your waist and kissing your cheek in greeting. He looked down at you and you could genuinely feel yourself drowning in his eyes. How were you going to manage looking into them while he was literally inside of you?

“Hi doll, how are you? It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

“Hi.” You cleared your throat when your voice came out weaker than expected but before you could continue, Olive interrupted you.

“She’s a little nervous, Seb.” You looked over to her like an annoyed daughter, berating her with your eyes as she walked away from you both, a glint in her eyes, but Sebastian’s eyes never left your face. You looked back to him to find a smirk on his face and you smiled awkwardly.

“There’s nothing to be nervous about honey,” he brought a hand under your chin and tilted your head up when you looked away. “I promise I don’t bite,” he leaned in to whisper in your ear. “That is, unless you want me to.”

You felt a shiver run down your spine and he chuckled as he pulled away to look at you. “Seems like you want me to, hm?”

You licked your lips subconsciously and he smiled, taking your hand in his. “Well you know, I asked for you personally?”

You blinked up at him, “Yeah I heard.”

He smiled, rolling his eyes as he pointed his thumb behind him at Olive’s retreating figure. “From that one I bet.” You smiled and nodded and he shook his head pretending to be exasperated, but the smile on his face contradicted that.

“Why did you? Ask for me?” You asked sheepishly, not wanting to come off as rude. But it was a little strange to have such a big star ask for you when you’re not even that established of an actor yet.

His thumb rubbed the back of your hand soothingly but the action was only sending tingles down your body. “Well I’ve seen your work,” he tilted his head. “And I know talent when I see it.” He stepped closer to you so that his breath was teasing your lips ever so slightly, his eyes piercing yours. “I also know a good girl when I see one.”

Your breath hitched, your thighs pressed together and he squeezed your hand playfully. “We’re gonna have some fun today.” He started to tug you along. “Let’s go, okay?”

You nodded, the nerves in your stomach quickly turning to excitement and lust. “Okay.”

–––

You weren’t going to take pictures before the scene today––Sebastian, having been in the industry for some time now, and having made a name for himself, was able to pull some strings nowadays and have more control over what he wanted. He didn’t really like the idea of faking for the camera, so much so that he didn’t take photos before the scenes he shot, he convinced the crew to take action shots while they were filming, so the reactions were real.

The directors knew not to rush him or the actresses he worked with during his scenes, and for that reason, no one that ever worked with him had to hurry up and fake their climaxes for the camera––they were all completely genuine and just as mind-shattering as they appeared on screen.

The scene you were filming today was different than anyone you’d done before. You were playing a young daughter who’s come home from college for the summer, and Sebastian was playing your “father”’s friend. It was a slightly controversial theme and story, but at the end of the day it wasn’t real so.

After greeting everyone, going over a few last minute things, and getting settled, the scene began.

Your “dad” and Sebastian were in the living room, talking while they watched tv for a few minutes, and you waited for your cue to step out. You came down the stairs and the camera followed you as you descended and panned out to show the three of you as you walked past them to go to the kitchen. You could feel Sebastian’s gaze trailing down your body as scripted, the camera focusing on him as he checked you out, your body also in focus as you moved by the lens.

“Excuse me young lady,” your fake father recited his line and you turned back a sweet smile on your face as you looked at him.

“Yes daddy?”

“Don’t be rude,” he chastised, “Say hello to our guest. My buddy from work, you’ve met him a few times over the past couple years, remember?”

You let your eyes fall to Sebastian and your smile widened. “Oh, right!” You walked over to him. “I’m so sorry. So nice to see you again!” You bent down and watched him take a sharp inhale as his gaze fell to your breasts before you wrapped your arms around him in a hug.

He brought his arms around you and squeezed tight, his hands lingering when you pulled away, his voice low. “Yeah it’s really nice to see you too.” He licked his lips before looking back up into your eyes and you felt your stomach flutter from the look in them. “You’ve really grown up since I last saw you.”

You shrugged as well, turning to see your “dad” not paying attention to your conversation before leaning in to whisper in Sebastian’s ear. “Way more than you know.” He bit his lip and you giggled before walking off, feeling his eyes stuck to your ass that was peeking out of your shorts.

You went to the kitchen to get a snack, conveniently walking so that the camera didn’t pick up the unfinished portion of the house, nearby. You followed the script, pretending to look around, a thoughtful look on your face as you picked up random fruits while Sebastian stared at you from the other room. After a minute or two, you turned around and went into the fridge, scanning the almost empty shelves before bending down to look near the bottom.

You felt a pair of hands slide over your ass to hold your waist and a rather impressive bulge press into your backside. “Pardon me.” You could hear the smirk in his gravelly voice as he reached over you, your body still bent over and pressed into his front. He grabbed a bottle from the top shelf before pulling away and leaning against the counter next to the fridge. You looked to the side to see him opening a bottle of water, a cheeky smile on his face as he shamelessly checked you out. “Just getting water.” He sipped from it without looking away from you and you bit your lip.

“Of course.” You closed the fridge and walked up to him as he was tilting the bottle down from his lips. You reached over behind him on the counter, while subtly grabbing his bulge in his jeans. He gasped and looked down at your hand, then across to the other room to make sure your “father” wasn’t watching before turning his head to you.

You bat your eyelashes up at him, teasingly innocent and brought your hand back to show the banana you’d just gotten. “And I was just getting a snack.” You squeezed him harder and pulled away completely, leaning on the kitchen island across from him as you peeled the fruit. His eyes were mesmerized as he watched you lick along the banana, your gaze unwavering. You slowly put the fruit into your mouth as far as you could go and his jaw dropped as you started bobbing your head up and down.

Just as it stated in the script, ever so distracted and preoccupied, his hand “accidentally” squeezed the water bottle and water splashed everywhere and all over the floor. He cursed loudly and your “dad” perked up.

“Everything alright?”

Sebastian looked up, convincingly looking flustered and you turned. “Yeah! We just spilled some water, but it’s okay I’ll clean it up!”

“Okay. Thank you sweetheart.”

You turned back around and grabbed some napkins, getting down on your knees in front of Sebastian and his eyes followed you all the way down. You half heartedly wiped down the tiles before looking up at him. Your eyes trailed down his body and you smirked, grabbing his hand. “Your hand is all wet. Let me get that for you.” Before he could say anything, you swiped your tongue along his fingers. You kept your eyes on his as your tongue made its way around his hand. You slipped two of his fingers into your mouth and he paused before slowly sliding them in and out, almost making you gag and you smiled up at him as you pulled off.

Your hands slid up his legs, one of them grazing his bulge as you made your way up to his zipper but his hand stopped you from going any further. He clenched his jaw, looking ahead before looking back down at you. “Your dad––”

You shook your head eagerly, “He won’t see anything.” The kitchen island was conveniently tall enough to hide you, so you weren’t lying. “You just have to be quiet.” You blinked up at him. “Can you do that?”

He bit his lip. “Shit––” He brought a hand up to rub the back of his head and let go of the hand of yours that he was holding. “O––Okay.” His hand came down to caress your cheek gently and you quickly turned your head to kiss his palm before reaching up and slowly unzipping his jeans. You pulled his pants and briefs down a bit before pulling his cock out and stroking it lightly but he quickly captured your attention again before you could gawk at his size, his hand firmly grabbing your jaw to make you look up at him. “Keep your eyes on me baby girl, got it?” You nodded immediately.

“Yes, got it.”

His grip tightened. “Yes who?”

You tilted your head, pretending to be confused. “Yes… daddy?”

He smiled, cooing down at you. “Such a good girl.” He briefly glanced up to the living room before looking back at you. “Now spit on daddy’s cock. Get it nice and wet for me.”

You nodded, “Yes daddy.” You gathered the drool in your mouth before spitting on his cock and stroking it. You licked along the base before wrapping your lips around his tip, swirling your tongue around it and sucking hard, making him grip the counter behind your head.

He cursed, “That mouth is fucking amazing, doll.”

You smiled as best you could around him, knowing that that line wasn’t in the script––you were just doing a good job and he felt the need to let you know. You felt yourself get wetter in your shorts and luckily enough, your next instruction was to bring a hand down to touch yourself in the scene. Your hand slipped past your cotton shorts and you brought your fingers down to swipe through your wetness and spread it along your slit before rubbing your clit. You hummed around Sebastian’s length and he pulled you into him, a hand around the back of your neck as he shallowly thrust into your mouth, not wanting to hurt you or make you gag too hard.

“God, are you touching yourself baby girl?” You looked up at him, pretending to be embarrassed and he chuckled breathlessly. “Such a filthy little slut aren’t you? Touching yourself, sucking my big cock and calling me daddy while your real father is sitting just in the other room…” He tutted playfully. “What a naughty fucking girl you are.” You whined and his mouth dropped open as you started sucking harder.

“Gonna make me cum. Keep doing that. Yes, just like that.”

Your “father” spoke up, asking Sebastian if he was coming back and Sebastian gulped, looking up at him with wide eyes as you stroked him quickly, your mouth sucking his tip loudly and harshly. He coughed in a useless attempt to cover the sound and looked around awkwardly. “Uh yeah! Yeah, just uh in a minute.”

“Okay but the game’s getting good man! Don’t wanna miss it.” He paused, “Hey have you seen my daughter around?”

You hummed around Sebastian and his eyes rolled back for a second before he straightened out. “Uh no, nope I haven’t seen her.”

“Huh, well I’m sure she’s fine. She knows how to take care of herself.”

Sebastian looked down at you, your hand still between your thighs. “Damn right she does.” His tongue swiped over his bottom lip as he locked eyes with you. “Know how to take care of me too, don’t you?” He nodded, “Mhm, yes you do.” Seeing him above you like that, hearing the praises he was whispering to you in his deep voice were enough to get you worked up. You could feel yourself getting closer and just as your cue came to orgasm, you didn’t have to fake it. You moaned and your back straightened out, your thighs closing around your hand as you came in your shorts. You blinked, snapping yourself out of your reverie and started bobbing your head up and down and Sebastian bit his fist, his hand gripping your neck as he thrusted a few times before cumming in down your throat.

You sucked around him as he throbbed in your mouth and he breathed out roughly as he pulled out. You smiled up at him, showing his release to the camera before swallowing it and showing him your tongue afterwards. He pulled you up and took the hand that was in your shorts, bringing it up to his lips before slipping your two fingers coated in your wetness, into his mouth. He kept his eyes on yours as he licked and sucked them clean, a seductive look in his stare.

Your lips parted in arousal and shock as he pulled away, a smirk on his face. “Delicious.” Your hand fell down to your side and you blinked a few times, looking up at him.

“Come find me in my room so you can return the favor.” You smiled and walked up to your room without looking back.

He tucked himself back into his pants and went after you after a few minutes, excusing himself to use the bathroom upstairs.

The director yelled cut and you had a ten minute break to freshen up before the next part of the scene. You didn’t have a lot to touch up so by the time Sebastian came up you were already in the bedroom for the next part. He came into the room a few minutes before you had to film again, eyes finding you as you sat on the bed.

He smiled softly, licking his lips and you pressed your thighs together which didn’t go unnoticed by him. “That mouth really is something else, doll.” He laughed, “Almost made me forget where I was.”

You bit your lip as the camera crew came in, setting everything up. You looked up at him and smiled sheepishly. “That’s a good thing, right?”

There was a glint in his eyes as he looked at you. “A really damn good thing, yeah.”

Feeling the heat of his gaze, you averted your eyes and you could sense him smile as he walked out of the room, preparing to film the last part of the scene. The crew made sure the lighting was alright and set up the cameras and the microphones before the director called action.

The camera focused on you as you pretended to scroll mindlessly on your phone as the other camera followed Sebastian up the steps. He paused, making sure no one was around before opening your door, slipping in and shutting it behind him.

You looked up and smirked, setting your phone aside. “I was starting to think you weren’t going to show up.”

He pulled his shirt off as he walked towards the edge of the bed. “And miss my chance to taste that sweet pussy? You must be crazy.”

You laughed breathlessly as he climbed onto the bed and pulled you down to his level by your ankles. You smiled up at him and he captured your lips in a passionate kiss and you found yourself getting lost in the feeling of him on top of you. You slid your hands up to tug his hair and he growled, taking your wrists and pinning them above your head, making you gasp as he pressed himself into you and tilted his head to lick along your neck.

You arched your back under him and he continued to rub himself against you, only making you more desperate. After a few moments and a change of camera angles, he pulled your shirt off and slid down to pull your shorts off as well. He spread your legs slowly but firmly, his hands digging into your thighs as he glanced up at you, moving his head to press teasing kisses to your soft skin.

He kissed his way up your leg before licking a long stripe up your heat, his lips soon coming around to leave wet kisses to your slit. You brought your hands down to grip the sheets and he was quick to let go of your thighs and held your hands in his, by your sides.

Normally in these videos, the actors wouldn’t actually eat the actress out properly, only flicking their tongue lightly, wanting to show the camera and the viewers everything––but Sebastian wasn’t a fan of that method, so he buried his face between your thighs, eating you like you were his last meal.

“Taste so fucking sweet.” He smirked up at you when you whined, your fingers squeezing around his hands, as you squirmed under his hold. His tongue was lapping you up loudly but purposefully as he shook his head ferociously, groaning into you as your hips started to buck into his mouth.

“F––Fuck!”

He growled and quickened his pace before he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucking hard. Soon, your head fell back and your mouth dropped open, your back arching as you let out a silent cry. Your thighs tightened around his head when he let go of one of your hands and palmed your breast, tugging and teasing your nipples. He kept going until your legs were trembling, and only then did he pull away, licking his lips as he unbuttoned his pants and hastily tugged them off, throwing them off the bed.

He stroked his cock a few times before getting back between your legs and sliding it through your wetness. He tapped the tip on your clit and smiled when you jolted from the sensation. He then slid into you slowly, bottoming out smoothly, his hands pressing your thighs open so he could see all of you. He thrusted into you a few times slowly before picking up the pace gradually.

His eyes were transfixed on the way your pussy was swallowing him whole, clenching around him but one glance at your blissed out face had him twitching inside of you.

“Look at you. Taking my cock while your dad’s downstairs. Naughty girl.” He pounded into you hard and you moaned loudly. He brought a hand up to cover your mouth, leaning close to you as he kept pounding into you, your pleading eyes looking up at him. “Gotta be quiet baby girl, okay? Just stay there and take my cock like a good girl.”

You nodded, your hands coming up to hold his wrist as your eyes rolled back. He brought a hand down to rub at your clit and thrusted into you faster and you moaned behind his hand, your hips moving of their own accord.

“That’s it. Take that cock.”

In no time, he had you coming around his cock, his eyes watching you as you came undone, your body tensing before dropping back down to the bed gracefully, as if it were deflating. Just as you caught your breath, he pulled out and flipped you over onto your hands and knees.

“You okay baby?”

You nodded, smiling back at him. “Please fuck me.”

He groaned and slapped your ass before sliding back inside your tight walls. He grabbed your hips and fucked into you hard, the sound of your skin slapping against each other loud and enticing. He was moaning and cursing, pulling your hips back into his as he thrusted his cock into your opening. Your walls were tightening around him, coaxing him to tip over the edge.

His movements became more frantic, his fingertips turning white from the force he was using. “Fuck fuck fuck, gonna cum––”

You moaned at the ragged nature of his voice, the desperate pleas falling from his lips as he used you. “Please cum inside me, daddy.”

He cursed and came with a loud groan, his head falling back as he kept fucking you to prolong his high. His pace faltered and he soon slowed down before pulling out and moving aside to let the camera show the cum dripping out of you.

Once the camera got the shot, he slapped your ass playfully and grabbed it before pulling you up to sit on him. “Such a good girl.” He brought his hands up from your ass to your jaw and pulled you in for a reeling kiss. He licked into your mouth languidly, your tongues playing with each other as you both sighed and moaned into the kiss. He slipped a hand back down to play with your ass and you giggled, giving each other two more short kisses before pulling away and looking at each other, your eyes still cloudy with lust.

The director yelled cut and the shoot was over. Sebastian kept his eyes on you for a moment longer, his hands caressing your body. He kissed your cheek and whispered in your ear. “Knew you’d be a good girl for me.”

You whimpered and he grinned pulling back to look at you. “That was fucking amazing, doll. What’d you think?”

You shook your head, a smile on your lips. “I feel like I’m on cloud nine honestly.”

He smirked. “We’re definitely doing this again.”

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[marvelouspeterparker]

one more

PAIRING: pornstar!sebastian stan x pornstar!reader

SUMMARY: sebastian calls you back to film another scene with him.

WARNINGS: porn + dirty talk + oral (f rec.) + fingering + unprotected sex + creampie

WORD COUNT: 3.2k

NOTES: this was also a part of a tom fic (pornstar!tom pt 2) but i figured i'd post it alone as well <3

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Even though the last time you worked with Sebastian he said you’d “definitely do this again”, part of you honestly thought he was just saying that. So when you got a message from him, saying that he had a video he wanted to shoot with you at the end of the week, you were surprised but most importantly excited. And when he told you that there wasn’t a detailed script for it, you were even more excited than before.

Sebastian was known for improvising during his videos to make everything feel more natural, to get real reactions from the people he was working with and to get really immersed into the scene, and you’d gotten a little taste of that last time. But he was also known for being a notoriously good dirty talker, the cheesy scripts never having lines even close to being as good as the ones he improvised.

The comments under his videos were always praising his dirty talk, along with his skill, and for good reason. You’d find yourself coming from his words alone when you watched his videos and the thought that you’d get to be on the receiving end of them was enough to send your mind into overdrive.

You’d be filming in one of the sets at work today, in one of the fake bedrooms since there was no actual plot behind the scene, just passionate sex––Sebastian’s words.

When you walked in Sebastian perked up immediately, coming over to greet you. “Hi doll,” he hugged you with a big smile, his eyes quickly glancing down to your exposed collarbone to your eyes as he licked his lips. The scene would be starting with the both of you making out on the bed, already naked, so the both of you were just in your robes, ready to go.

You smiled back. “Hi Seb.” He’d insisted you call him that since you’d been talking now and then since the last time you’d worked and you were glad to see his brows raise slightly at the sound of his nickname falling from your lips, clearly pleased.

He bit his lip through his smile, “You nervous?”

You shrugged sheepishly, “Maybe a little.”

His eyes crinkled as he laughed slightly. “You have nothing to worry about, I promise.” He took your hand gently. “I’ve got you, remember? I’ll take good care of you, you know that.”

You bit your lip and nodded, a glint in your eyes. “I do.”

His eyes darkened ever so slightly and he ushered you towards the bed.

This was a more laid back and intimate shoot so there were only a few people in the room besides you and Seb, one cameraman, another in charge of lighting and the director, but when he looked at you, you were quick to forget where you were and that anyone else was even in the room with you.

You barely heard when the director said action, all your senses too focused on the man hovering above you as he leaned down to kiss you, but not before giving you a sly wink. He leaned in and pressed his lips against yours, grinding his bare lower half into yours as you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer.

You could feel him getting harder as he grinded onto you and you sighed, bucking your hips to meet his as he licked into your mouth languidly, wanting you to feel every single thing he was doing to you. One of his hands came up to tilt your jaw up as he kissed you deeply, his tongue eagerly and sensually toying with yours before he sucked on it and closed his lips around yours, swallowing your moans.

He kept at it, teasing you with his mouth and his cock until he could feel your wetness sliding along his thick member and until you were panting into the kiss. He pulled away and looked into your eyes, his mouth dropped open as he stared at you with lust coating his gaze. He leaned in for another, wet, passionate kiss, before kissing your cheek and along your jaw to nibble on your earlobe teasingly. His breath was hot and sending tingles down your body as he spoke.

“I’ve been dying to eat your pretty pussy again.” He licked along the shell of your ear and sucked on the lobe before pulling away to get a good look at you, his blue eyes practically hypnotizing you. “Would you like that darlin’?” He slid his hand down your neck, and trailed it down your body, pushing your thigh open to rest his hand between your legs and tap on your clit, smiling when you bucked into him. “Would you like having my mouth back on you? My tongue fucking you?”

You bit your lip to stop the moan from escaping but Sebastian caught on and brought his hand back up to tug your lip free, licking his own as he watched you. “Just say the word pretty girl, and I’m all yours.”

“Please––”

He smirked, looking at you innocently, eyes wide. “Please what?”

You mustered the most seductive look you could and batted your lashes at him, a small pout on your luscious lips. “Please eat my pussy. Pretty please.”

He clenched his jaw and passed his tongue under his top teeth, eyes watching you like you were his prey. “Good girl.” He made his way down, keeping his eyes on yours as he kissed along your legs, his hands gliding along your soft skin. As soon as he was in position, he wasted no time, diving into you tongue first, leaving a sloppy kiss on your lips that immediately had your back arching. He hummed, amused and clearly turned on as he began grinding into the mattress slightly, one hand coming up to press down on your stomach, the other pushing your thigh back as he made out with your pussy.

He was clearly enjoying himself as much as you, groaning and moaning into you, occasionally closing his eyes to just feel you out with his tongue, his hand gripping your thigh tight. But when he noticed both of your hands gripping at the sheets, knowing you didn’t want to pull his hair too hard, he took them in his own and held them down on either side of you, his eyes practically pinning you in place as he looked up at you cheekily.

It didn’t take long for you to feel that familiar bubble growing in the pit of your stomach with Sebastian being an expert at his craft. He was observant and you could tell that he’d picked up on what you’d liked the last time you’d worked together, even though it was weeks ago, he’d stored that information for later and it was clearly paying off. He was licking and touching all the right spots and within no time, you were coming on his tongue and he was eagerly lapping up your wetness, making a mess between your thighs.

Your back arched, your stomach quivering from the pleasure as your eyes fluttered shut. You cursed into the hot air of the room, your voice shaky, the only other sound being the shameless slurping and groaning between your legs. You opened your eyes to find Sebasian already looking at you, and you could tell he wasn’t satisfied enough.

Without giving you a moment to collect yourself, Sebastian got up on his knees and bent your legs back, spreading you wide open for him, his eyes narrowed in on your pulsing pussy. He’d told you beforehand that he was planning on making you cum over and over again and you could tell he wasn’t one to go back on his word.

“Still taste fucking delicious.” He practically growled and licked his lips before sucking on his tongue and spitting on your cunt, his eyes shooting up to yours when you gasped lightly. You felt it trickle down your slit and moaned before a yelp escaped your lips when he leaned down and spread his spit around with his tongue quickly, your body shivering under him, still sensitive from your high.

His hands were keeping your thighs spread apart, folding you in half, but the burn was only fueling your lust. His tongue was moving fast but precisely, knowing exactly what to do to keep that rush of pleasure throughout your body. “Play with your tits baby.” You whined in response and brought your hands up to squeeze your breasts and tug and tease your nipples. “That’s it, just like that. Wanna make you cum again, okay?” You nodded desperately and he smiled, leaning back in to please you with his mouth.

Between the way he was looking up at you, getting riled up just from touching you, the way his tongue and lips felt around your clit and the way your fingertips were grazing your pebbled nipples, it was all too much. You let out a string of sharp moans, your breath getting quicker and quicker by the second as your thighs strained under Sebastian’s hands. Your legs were trembling but he didn’t let up until you came with a cry, your hands desperately squeezing your breasts as your mouth dropped open.

He didn’t pull away until your hand came down to half-heartedly push him away, too overwhelmed. You felt his lips curve into a smile as he trailed his way up your body to kiss your lips which you eagerly accepted, your hands coming up to tug his hair, making him groan temptingly into your mouth.

You reached down to wrap your hand around him to help him relieve himself, knowing he was probably aching for a release and he groaned and pulled away to look down at your hand. “Shit–” He clenched his jaw, visibly trying to control himself before grabbing your wrist gently but firmly, looking up at you with a playfully stern look. “Not today, sweetheart.”

You pouted, completely enchanted in your little bubble with him. “Wanna make you feel good too.”

He smiled and brought your hand up to kiss your knuckles. “You will baby, I promise. You’ll make me feel so good.” He gave you a quick kiss and turned you over on all fours. His hands slid over your ass before he slapped one of your cheeks fondly, the sound echoing in the room as you mewled. “But I’m gonna stretch you out for me first, okay?”

You nodded, but he tutted, slapping your ass again, this time as a warning. “Words baby, come on.”

“Okay.” You turned to see the pleased smile on his face.

“Good girl.” He cooed, sliding a hand along your spine to push your arch further before grabbing your ass with both hands and spreading them to see your wet lips. “God look at you,” he spanked you again lightly, enticed by the way your ass jiggled under his palm. “So fucking pretty.” You whined from his words and almost lurched forward from the feeling of his tongue back on you, but his hands were quick to hold your thighs and keep you from jumping away.

He moaned and sunk further into you, his fingertips pressing into your skin. You buried your face into the sheets and whimpered. “I thought you––fuck–”

You felt him panting against your heat when he pulled away to answer you. “I know baby, I know. I’m gonna fuck you I promise, your pussy’s just drooling for me, sweetheart, begging for me to lick it again.” He breathed out, “Just let me get one more taste and I promise I’ll get you ready for my cock, okay?”

You nodded and let out a quiet “okay” and he dove back in, licking a torturously long stripe up your slit before sucking on your clit harshly and pulling away with a loud smack. He slid a finger in and cursed at how wet you felt inside, “Can’t even imagine how much you’re gonna wet my cock baby girl.” You gripped the sheets desperately, this close to drooling on them when he slid a second finger in and curled it, making you moan loudly.

“Mm,” he laughed enticingly, “that’s the spot isn’t it? Yeah, that’s it. That feel good?” You nodded desperately, bucking into his touch and he bit his lip, cooing down at you. “Yeah I know it does baby, can feel you clenching around my fingers.”

He brought his thumb down to your clit, holding you still when you jolted. “Need you to cum on my fingers okay? Then I can fill you up with my cock the way you need.” He pressed his lips to your ass, biting it cheekily and you could feel his eyes on you as you squirmed underneath him.

Soon enough, you were panting and moaning, your body trembling as you came, his fingers and words encouraging you through your high and making your eyes roll back. “There you go, make a mess on my fingers––so good for me.”

He slid his fingers out of you and you whined when you looked back to see him cleaning them with his tongue, sucking your wetness off, he really was drunk on your taste. He pulled you up and gave you a wet kiss, letting you taste yourself. You were both moaning into each other, Sebastian’s hands roaming all over your body, one hand grabbing your ass, the other gripping your waist as he moved the both of you around.

Within no time, he was sitting against the headboard, his hands pulling you over his hips as he looked up at you with hunger in his gaze. “This cock is yours baby, take it.”

You swallowed a whimper and grabbed his member, swiping it between your folds, making him buck into you slightly and hiss. “Fuck, don’t tease me baby, please.” His hands gripped your waist. “Put me inside, come on.” You smiled and put the tip in before sliding down slowly, the both of you moaning out loud.

“Your little pussy feels so tight––so good around my cock, gorgeous, fuck.”

“Think you can take it deeper princess?” You slid down further on his cock and he groaned, his hands digging into your ass before one of his arms slid around your waist to hold you close. “That’s it, take my cock baby, such a good girl––”

You bounced up and down slowly to get used to the stretch and Sebastian’s eyes were trained on you, entranced by how you looked bouncing on him. “Look so fucking good, doll. Feel amazing too.” He leaned forward and left kisses on your chest, before swirling his tongue around your nipple and sucking, making you cry out, one of your hands digging into his shoulder, the other grabbing his hair, making him moan around you sinfully.

When your pace started to falter, he quickly took over. He bent his knees and started to pound into you from underneath and you gasped, trying to bury your face in the crook of his neck, overwhelmed by the force and speed behind his thrusts but he brought his hand up to grab your throat and pull you up, his hips never ceasing.

“Look at me baby, look at me while you take that cock.”

Your brows were furrowed as you looked at him, your eyes aching to flutter shut but also mesmerized by the sight in front of you. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass was loud and hypnotizing, his pace never faltering and repeatedly hitting your special spot.

His eyes never drifted from your face, gaze flitting from your eyes to your lips occasionally before he’d pull you in for a reeling kiss. After a couple minutes you could feel yourself getting close again, your third orgasm needing a bit more effort to reach. You were pushing your hips back to meet Sebastian’s thrusts, the ache in your stomach almost unbearable, the pressure needing to snap soon.

He could tell you were getting desperate and luckily enough, he was getting close as well. “You wanna feel me drip inside of you baby, want me to fill you up with my cum?” You whined and he cursed at the sound and the feeling of you clenching around him from his words. “Can tell you’re close––Cum with me baby, wanna feel you cum around my cock while I fill you up.”

He brought his hand back down to your ass and let you lean forward to kiss and bite at his neck. You slid your hand down your body to rub at your clit but he was quick to move your hand away, his voice gruff and hot in your ear. “Ah ah, that’s my job baby, you know that. You just stay there and feel good, okay?”

You moaned loudly in his ear and he chuckled, rubbing your clit furiously as you both bucked into each other desperately. “Yes fuck me back baby, squeeze me with that tight little pussy, yes yes––”

You tensed above him as your mouth dropped open, your legs trembling around him and he kept thrusting into you as he came as well with a loud groan. “Fuuuck––” He thrusted a few more times, letting the both of your releases slide down his cock before he fucked them back into you, making you whine.

His hands came down to grab your ass again and he spread your cheeks, letting his cock slide in and out of you a few times for the camera before the director said cut. She praised you guys and the crew started wrapping everything up, letting you and Sebastian cool off together, seeing you were in your own little world.

You both sat up, still connected and smiled at each other. Sebastian’s hands trailed over your back soothingly as his eyes glinted up at you. “How you feelin’ doll?” He licked his lips, clearly knowing the answer, but you indulged him.

You let your fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck and smiled when his eyes fluttered shut for a second, his head leaning further into your touch. “Really good. Amazing, honestly.” You tilted your head teasingly, “You really know how to treat a girl, huh?”

His cheeks turned a subtle shade of pink as he laughed sheepishly. “I try.” It was honestly charming that despite his reputation, he was still humble and flustered from compliments. “That was probably one of the best shoots I’ve ever done, honestly.”

You raised your brows, surprised and flattered. “Really?”

He bit his lip and nodded. “Really.” He squeezed your waist playfully, “I should thank you for working with me again, I hope I made it worth your while.”

You clenched around him teasingly and he gasped softly, “I think I should be the one thanking you.”

He hummed, “Well then we’re both thankful for each other then, how’s that?”

You nodded with a smile, “Okay.”

He leaned in for a quick kiss that may have turned into a few more pecks, just as a way of wrapping up the scene and comforting each other while you calmed down, your hands holding and caressing each other softly. But soon, you were both cleaned up, back in your robes and Sebastian was walking you to your dressing room.

When you reached it, the both of you stopped and sighed. “Alright,” he placed a hand on your waist and gave you a friendly kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you doll. Get home safe, okay?”

“I will,” you smiled. “Bye Seb.” With that, he winked and was on his way and you made your way into your dressing room, still on a high from the scene.

Sebastian really was something else.

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[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

I’m thinking of writing a pornstar au Bucky Barnes series…

Thoughts?👀

#pornstar!bucky barnes #pornstar!au #au!bucky Barnes #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes series #bucky barnes smut #smut #marvel #sebastian stan smut

[mrwinterr]

op. i wrote a pornstar!bucky au and i think it’s ready to go out tomorrow. come @ me if you’re interested. g’night. 

#pain meds are amazing #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes imagine #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan imagine #pornstar!bucky

[marvelouspeterparker]

sensuality and serenity

pairing: pornstar!tom holland x pornstar!reader (pornstar!sebastian stan makes a comeback as well)

summary: part two to tension and temptation. you and tom have finally given into desire, what does that mean for the both of you? 

warnings: smut + oral (fem receiving) + porn (u already know) + lowkey dom!tom + filthy unprotected sex + choking + spitting...(for seb) + ... + a shit ton of words skdfjgh

word count: 22.1k

notes: surprisingly people did want another part of this, which i am very grateful for, hope this doesn’t disappoint! this starts off the morning after the end of the first part. there are some small realistic parts about the industry i added in, some from observation, others from minimal research, they're not important but just a fun fact lol. thank you so much for the support <3 and i’m sorry this took so long! also not this being longer than the first––

read tension and temptation here

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You felt a pair of lips pressing along your back, leaving stamps of affection all over your bare skin, and the weight of an arm wrapped around your waist. Smiling to yourself, you stirred awake, keeping your eyes closed. Tom’s breath grazed your back as he trailed his kisses higher to your shoulder, the pecks becoming longer and sweeter. His hand found your waist under the sheets, sliding up to your stomach, his fingers splayed across your skin, almost anchoring you to him as the feeling of his soft lips against you had you floating.

You could still feel the slight buzz in your body from the very long night you had and blinked your eyes open, squinting at the sunlight pouring into the room. Tom pressed a kiss to your cheek, his lips curving into a smile against you. You finally turned to face him and the both of you smiled at each other, his hand falling to hold your side as you moved.

“Morning darling.” His voice was raspy and still thick with sleep, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t send a thrill through your body.

You brought a hand up to his cheek, your thumb rubbing the skin gently, almost lulling him back to sleep. “Hi Tom.”

He licked his lips as he looked down at you, only reminding you even more of the night you had, the touches, the positions, the heat that surrounded the two of you––

“How did you sleep?”

You gave him a tired and dopey smile as you remembered how he held you after the very intense hours you spent in this very bed. “Very well. You?”

“Mm, slept like a baby thanks to you.” He leaned in and paused just as his lips were inches from yours. “Really fucked me out well, angel. That tight––”

“Tom!” You laughed incredulously, turning your head away from him. It was too early for this.

“What?” He chuckled, bringing a hand to your cheek to turn you back to him. “It’s true. You felt fucking amazing.” He moved closer to you, his lips now grazing yours. “You know you did. Had me throbbing inside of you the whole time.” He finally kissed you, your lips connecting like missing puzzle pieces, your hands holding each other, yours on his jaw, his on your waist. You both sighed into the kiss, breathing deeply as you took your time with each other, patiently, gently.

After a long (but not long enough) moment, Tom pulled away, bringing his hand back up to hold your cheek. “But it also felt nice just to hold you. And sleep next to you.” His eyes were as soft as his smile as he looked at you and you felt your heart burst. “Want me to make you breakfast? I’ve been told I could be a professional chef, you know.”

You raised a brow, trying not to get caught in your growing feelings. “Did the person who told you that happen to be a reflection in a mirror?”

His jaw dropped in faux shock, his hand falling from your face, landing next to you on the bed, as he pretended to be offended. “I could always take the offer back, love.”

“No need for that.” You hummed, giving him a cheeky smile as you pulled him closer. “What are my options, chef?”

He squeezed your waist affectionately. “I really do spoil you don’t I?” When you rolled your eyes, he smirked and went on. “Well we have cereal?––” He looked at you in question, since you were in your house after all.

You snorted and he looked at you pointedly, making you muffle your laugh and nod. He smiled, trying and failing to look annoyed. “We also have toast,” He paused to think once you confirmed that you did in fact have toast, his brows furrowed as he looked up trying to think of what food you could have had stocked up in your home. “Eggs and...fruits?”

You nodded, an amused smile on your lips. “Yes and yes.” You thought for a moment, pursing your lips. “Can I have eggs please?”

His lips curved up fondly. “Of course.” He slid his hand up and down your side, caressing your skin. “How do you want them?”

“Scrambled, please.”

“So polite for me.” He smirked and kissed you once again, quickly. “Alright. Coming right up.” He got up and put on his boxers, but when you tried to follow him, he looked at you incredulously. “Woah, what are you doing?”

Pausing, with one leg already out of the sheets, you sat up and looked at him confused. “Getting...up?”

He pouted. “But I wanted to make you breakfast in bed.”

Though he looked adorable, his hair just as messy as his eyebrow, even while standing there practically naked, you pushed that aside. “Tom, you don’t even know where anything is.” It’s not like you had time to give him a tour last night.

He waved you off, “I’ll figure it out.” When you gave him an unconvinced look, he climbed back onto the bed on his knees and placed both hands on your cheeks, making you look up at him. “I just wanna treat you, love. Will you let me do that? Please?”

You bit your lip. “Okay,” and he smiled immediately. “But I’m going to freshen up in the bathroom.” You poked his stomach. “And you should too.”

He gasped, squeezing your cheeks together. “Are you trying to tell me I stink?”

You laughed, making him smile and brought your hands up to hold his wrists, pulling his hands down to hold them. “Morning breath is a thing.” You kissed his cheek and got off the bed on his side. “Come on, I think I have a spare toothbrush and I’ll get you a towel so you can wash your face.”

You walked over to the closet and pulled out a spare towel, handing it to Tom as you led him to the bathroom. He trailed behind you like a puppy, his eyes scanning over your bare skin, the curves and dips of your body admiringly. He put his towel on the rack next to yours and thanked you when you handed him your extra toothbrush. There was a comfortable silence between the two of you as you brushed your teeth next to each other, watching each other in the mirror when the other wasn’t looking, with small smiles on your faces––it felt familiar.

You washed your face first, Tom insisting on letting you, but you had a feeling it was simply because he wanted to put his hands on you. Your suspicions proved to be correct when as soon as you leaned over the sink, his hands jumped to your waist, rubbing your skin softly and sensually, making your movements falter for a second. You could sense him smiling behind you, but refused to look up, trying to swallow down how flustered you felt. He handed you your towel when you were done, his eyes never leaving yours, only trailing down your body once you dried your face. You gave him a quick kiss, laughing when he tried to hold you in place and moved out of his way, stepping out of the bathroom to let him wash his face.

Your eyes couldn’t help but focus on him for a moment though, and how he seemed to fit perfectly––not just in your bathroom, but in your home, in your life. Snapping out of it when you heard the water switch off and watched him reach blindly for his towel, you turned around and started making your way over to the bed.

A few feet from it, you noticed Tom’s shirt that he’d thrown off last night and bent down to pick it up and put it on when you heard him curse behind you, before you felt his hands slide up your ass to hold your waist. “At least give me a warning next time, love. Shit––”

You stood up straight and gasped lightly when he pressed himself into you, letting you feel his growing member through the fabric of his boxers. He leaned his head over your shoulder and wrapped his arms around you completely, leaving kisses on your skin. He tucked his head into the crook of your neck, his kisses becoming more wet as he swiped his tongue after every bite and suck that had you gasping and tilting your head back for more.

His arms squeezed you tighter and you gripped his shirt in your hands, the soft material being the only thing keeping you tethered and aware of your surroundings as Tom worked his magic on you. Every time he put his lips or his hands on you, you barely remembered to breathe. But you weren’t complaining.

He started to rut his hips into you and groaned when you let out a small sigh. “Could cum just like this, you know?” His voice was low. “You drive me insane,” he sucked a mark onto your neck, “have me in the palm of your bloody hand.”

He let his hands slide up your warm body to play with your breasts, his palms holding and squeezing your flesh, his fingers teasing and tugging at your nipples, making you whimper and breathe out harshly. “Fuck, Tom––”

He hummed, “Think I wanna have another taste before we fuck again.” You whined unwillingly at the nonchalance of his words and he chuckled, his lips still latched onto you. “But,” He started, pausing to leave a few kisses before pulling away, his hands still on you. You were still reeling from his touch, trying to calm down. “I promised you breakfast.” He kissed your cheek and gently pushed you towards the bed. “So get in here. And I will be back soon.”

You sat down and put the shirt on, laughing when he pouted that you were covering yourself up. But it quickly died down when he spoke up again.

He looked you up and down, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip teasingly. “I’ll have my dessert after breakfast, yeah?”

You licked your lips absentmindedly as well and nodded, making him smirk before he walked off to your kitchen.

You lied there for a few seconds, a part of you still in disbelief of the night before, and of the fact that Tom was in your house and making you breakfast. Well, he was trying to anyway––it lasted about three minutes before he called you from the kitchen, asking where your pots and pans were.

You walked into the room and smiled knowingly at him, tilting your head. “Did you even look?” He pulled an offended face and crossed his arms teasingly, immediately bringing your attention to the curve of his muscles and toned chest.

“Of course I looked, I just didn’t expect for you to have hid the basic cooking utensils––”

You rolled your eyes and shoved past him, an amused smile on your face. You bent down to his right and opened the cupboard right next to him, raising a brow when you turned your head to find him shamelessly checking you out. You cleared your throat, making him lock eyes with you. He licked his lips and practically knocked the breath out of you, and you tried your best to ignore the tingling sensation spreading through your body as you took the pan he was looking for and stood up.

“Clearly you didn’t look hard enough.” You handed him the pan and he graciously took it from you, purposely letting his fingers graze yours.

“Oh trust me,” He let his eyes trail down your body, “I was looking pretty hard.”

You swallowed and tried not to press your thighs together before stepping closer to him, making him look back into your eyes. “Tom?” You whispered. You could hear his breath hitch and the sound made your lips twitch.

His voice was soft. “Yes, love?” He placed his free hand on your waist and pulled you closer. You tilted your head and waited until your lips were grazing, your body pressed up against his, to stop.

You looked at him and smiled at the way his eyes started to flutter shut. “Breakfast.” You pulled away with a breathless laugh and stepped out of his embrace as he nodded slowly and looked to the ceiling, putting his tongue in his cheek to contain his smile. You made your way around him on the other side to the kitchen island and sat down, leaning your head on your palm. “Don’t make me wait too long.”

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Breakfast didn’t take too long and was unsurprisingly very good, given the fact that Tom somehow managed to be good at everything. You ate together at the kitchen island, butterflies fluttering your stomach as his free hand rested on your thigh, his thumb rubbing teasing circles on your skin, his eyes almost never leaving your face as he watched you with a smile during your conversation.

After you ate, there was an undeniable tension in the air, the both of you visibly aching to jump each other while Tom helped you load the dishwasher, not wanting to leave the mess for you to clean up alone. He had wanted to do it alone, but you very stubbornly would not let him do so, to his displeasure.

“Excuse me, love.” His hands lingered on your waist as he slid behind you and reached over to grab the spatula off the counter in front of you. You smiled to yourself and backed up into him slightly, deciding to act coy as well, knowing the both of you knew very well what the other was up to.

He grabbed the spatula with one hand while the other squeezed your waist almost to control himself––he wanted nothing more than to bend you over the sink and take you there, but he told himself he had to have more class than that.

He stood up straight behind you and handed you the spatula since you were in front of the dishwasher, and definitely not because you had to bend down to put it in it’s spot. You licked your lips and took the utensil, before slowly and teasingly bending down to put it away, swallowing a gasp when you felt Tom’s hands slide along your ass and under his shirt, then his bulge as he pressed into you.

Slowly, you stood back up and closed the dishwasher, tilting your head to the side as Tom moved closer behind you, his breath hitting your skin, lips teasing you as you clicked the settings on the dishwasher, the beeps from the appliance being the only sound floating in the tense air.

Tom let his lips graze your neck as his hands slid up to grab your breasts, before finally letting his lips press a kiss to your skin. He trailed his kisses along your neck, letting his tongue swipe across it teasingly before biting down gently and leaving a few marks that had you taking sharp intakes of breath.

You let your eyes flutter shut and bit your lip as he started grinding into you ever so slightly, caught up in the feeling of you pressed against him. You brought your hand up and reached behind you, tugging at his hair the way he liked and he groaned against you, making you moan quietly.

He let out a shaky breath and pulled his mouth away from you for a moment, panting lightly as his hands moved down to hold your waist. “Been aching to get another taste of you, darling. Think I’ve waited long enough, yeah? You gonna let me back between these pretty thighs?”

You nodded immediately and he let out a breath of laughter, before taking your hand and leading you back to your room. He looked at you earnestly but lustfully before slipping his shirt over your head and letting it fall to the floor, his eyes raking over your body as if he were looking at it for the first time. Then he gently pushed you back onto the bed and got comfortable, his breath hitting the insides of your thighs as he looked at his prize, practically salivating despite the meal he had just eaten.

The look in his eyes was enough to make you clench around nothing and that only made his eyes zero in on you even more. His hands inched up your thighs teasingly slow, his fingertips only grazing your skin as you started breathing heavier, your eyes stuck on him and his movements. You bit your lip to stop the whine from escaping and without even looking up at you, Tom could tell you were needy.

His lips curved into a small smirk. “You need me, darling?” He licked his lips. “It looks like this pussy needs attention, hm?” He let one of his hands ghost over your core, your lips bucking slightly before his other hand gently pressed you back down by your waist, his smirk deepening at the sight. “Shh, you’re okay, love. I’ll take good care of you.”

You shut your eyes for a second before looking back down at him, trying to stay still, but the way his fingers were sliding through your folds ever so gently made you want to cry out. “Tom please–”

He finally looked up at you and the intense and hungry look in his eyes was enough to make you squirm under his hold. “I need you.” One of your hands grabbed his on your waist while the other gripped the sheets. “Please do something.”

He cursed silently and kissed your thigh softly before burying his face between your legs, groaning at the way your hand came down to tug at his curls.

He grinned into your heat, his tongue lapping up and down your folds as you grinded into his mouth, satisfied and grateful that he was relieving you of your pent up frustration. His tongue made its way all around your cunt, making a mess that he was silently aching to clean up. He slid a finger into your opening and his eyes shot up to watch your reaction, grinning against you when your body shook slightly, your mouth falling open.

“So tight, lovie.” He whispered against you and your head fell back, eyes shutting at the warm pleasure coursing through your body. “Always so nice and tight for me.” He let his tongue lick against your clit lazily, eyes taking in your every feature as he curled his finger inside you and slowly worked you up. “Think you’re ready for another one, hm? We’ll make it fit. You want that?” You nodded immediately and he smirked, kissing your clit. “Need words baby, you know that.”

“Please.” Your voice was small, barely a whisper. “Want another one.”

He cooed, moving his finger faster inside of you. “Another what baby? Tell me.”

You looked down at him, knowing exactly how to get what you wanted––your lust-clouded mind still clever. “Need another finger inside me Tommy, please?”

His lips parted, the color of his eyes turning a shade darker. Without another word, he slid a second finger in, letting out a breath in sync with you when you moaned at the feeling, groaning softly when your fingers pulled harder at his hair. He was mesmerized by the way you were practically sucking him in, tightening around him and he couldn’t help but think about how you would feel around his cock afterwards. He let his hips grind into the bed and moaned, leaning forward to wrap his lips around your clit to lick and suck the sensitive bud, letting the vibrations bring you closer to the edge.

You let out a gasp at the stimulation and he took that as an incentive to go faster, speeding up his fingers and sucking harder at your clit. He curled his fingers and chuckled against you when your hips jerked upwards, both your hands pulling him closer by his hair. Your legs started trembling and he kept at it, closing his eyes and immersing himself in your pleasure. “Come on, love. Come on my fingers, you know you want to. Give it to me, just like that.” He could feel himself getting closer just at the sight of you and had to force himself to stop pressing down against the bed, wanting to save himself for you.

Your eyes rolled back and your body tensed under him, your fingers loosening their hold on his hair as you came undone. He held you close with one arm wrapped around your thigh, his head following the movement of your hips to keep making you feel good through your high. You sighed and opened your eyes slowly to the sound of him cooing softly to you, the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of you slowly and he kissed your clit. “Such a good girl.” He licked around your cunt, lapping up your wetness gently and languidly before he sat up and kissed you. He pressed his lips against yours teasingly softly, sliding his tongue against yours, letting you taste yourself.

He gave you a few more pecks and brought his clean hand up to your cheek and let his eyes wander over your face fondly, taking his sweet time to admire you. His voice was soft when he spoke up. “You know you look absolutely stunning when you come?” He trailed his pointer and middle fingers of his other hand down to your lips, letting them linger over them before you couldn’t help yourself and opened your mouth for him to slide them in. His eyes were entranced as you sucked and wet his fingers, letting him pump them in and out of your mouth, your eyes locked with his.

His lips parted on their own accord, his body reacting on it’s own to the way you were enticing him. You reached your hand over and ran it along his length, making his breath falter. “Shit baby––” He looked down to where you were rubbing him through his boxers and bucked into your touch, slipping his fingers out of your mouth to grab your jaw. He looked back up at you. “If you don’t stop I’m going to come in my boxers,” he leaned in to graze his lips against yours. “And I’d much rather do that inside you.”

You swallowed a whimper and nodded, pulling your hand away. He bit your bottom lip gently, slowly and pulled away, his eyes trained on yours as he slid his boxers off. Your eyes shot down to his length, fascinated by the way his hand wrapped around it, stroked up and down slowly and he smirked. He came back between your legs and brought a hand under your chin to tilt your head up. “S’not very polite to stare, darling.”

You bit your lip and looked up at him sheepishly, clearly unapologetic. “M’sorry.”

He narrowed his eyes, an amused smile on his face. “You little minx.” Before you could respond, he swiped his tip through your folds, rubbing it along your clit, gliding easily through your wetness, making the both of you take a sharp inhale. “This pussy’s throbbing for me isn’t it?” He pushed his hips down and slid the length of his member against your cunt, his voice dropping down to a teasing, seductive tone. “You want me to fuck you baby, hm?” He smirked and leaned further down so he was hovering above you, “Want me to slide my cock inside this tight pussy?”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close to kiss him. “Please.” You whispered against his lips before kissing him again. “Fuck me.”

He kissed you deeply and pressed his cock against your entrance. “Well how can I say no to you, hm? Such a pretty little thing for me.” You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him in and the both of you moaned into the kiss, holding onto each other tightly. He bottomed out slowly, wanting to feel all of you, his hand gripping your thigh as he started thrusting into you gently.

You could feel his lips curve into a sly smile through the kiss––he knew it wasn’t enough for you, he was just being a tease. So you started bucking your hips into him, fucking yourself onto his cock and he let out a low groan before pulling away to look at where the two of you were connected. He bit his lip and watched you for a while, cursing at the feeling of your tightness stretching around him and sucking him in.

“You that desperate for me, lovie?” He looked back up at you and twitched inside of you at the sight of the lust that overtook your gaze. You were staring at him unabashedly, making it clear that you wanted all of him and who was he to deny you of that.

He sat back on his knees and placed his hands on your hips to steady but before you could complain about the lack of stimulation, he was pounding into you at a solid pace, knocking the breath out of you. You whined and let your eyes flutter shut, your hands coming up to hold the pillow underneath your head as you jolted back and forth with every thrust of his hips. You heard a faint “so fucking beautiful” before the sound around you practically drowned out, the feeling of your pleasure overcoming all other senses.

He was fucking you hard and deep, the sound of his skin slapping against yours just as constant as the pleasure he was giving you. He was cursing and moaning above you as he watched you, practically fucking you onto his cock himself. He reached a hand down and rubbed at your clit, making you let out a mix between a gasp and a whine, your body trying to fold on itself from the sensitivity.

“Want you to come for me again baby. Can you do that for me? Wanna feel that pussy drip on my cock before I fill you up.”

You let out a breathless moan as you felt your body climb higher and higher to the edge, the pit in your stomach growing with every thrust and flick of his fingers as he quickened his pace. “Come on darling, that’s it. Be good for me, shit––”

His fingers were digging into your waist, holding you in place as he sent you barreling over the edge, your whole body shivering and trembling as your mouth fell open, your walls tightening around him as he gasped and thrusted even harder, chasing his own high. The only sounds were that of his loud breaths and moans and his cock plowing into you, covered in your slick.

Within a few more strokes, he was moaning loudly and painting your insides with cum, both of his hands back on your waist as his pace faltered and slowed down. You could feel every inch of his cock as he dragged it teasingly slow in and out of your cunt. He looked down to see the white ring of both your releases around the base of his cock, dripping down his balls and groaned quietly before bottoming all the way out again. “Fuck––”

He leaned forward and you wrapped your legs around him to hold him close, linking your hands around his neck to pull him in for a kiss. You hummed and smiled when he thrusted again cheekily and he smirked before pulling back to look at you. “You okay?”

You smiled and rolled your eyes at his unnecessary but sweet question. “More than okay.” You nodded and started playing with his hair, biting back a smirk when his eyes threatened to flutter shut at the feeling. He really was like a puppy sometimes. “Are

you okay?”

He licked his lips and let his eyes trail down your face to your chest and back up to your eyes. “Amazing.” He leaned down for another kiss, which quickly turned into several more and soon enough you were getting lost in each other once again.

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On Monday, you found yourself even more eager than usual to get to work, for obvious reasons. Though you’d already slept with Tom, this was something you’d literally dreamt about, on multiple nights, for a while now, so you were understandably a bit nervous. It weirdly felt like you were opening up a part of yourself to the public, though you wouldn’t be doing anything they hadn’t seen before––you were sharing the spotlight with someone who’d held you to sleep a couple nights before, this was intimate.

Today Julie had kindly offered to get you a coffee today so you stopped by her desk in the lobby to take it and say good morning. You greeted her gratefully as she slid the drink to you, taking a sip from her own cup with a knowing smile. “So I heard you’re filming with the golden boy today. You excited?”

You tried to contain your own growing smile by sipping your coffee as well, trying to act coy. “Maybe…”

She laughed, “That’s definitely a yes. I mean I would be too, to be honest.” Suddenly she perked up, “Speak of the devil.”

Your eyes widened slightly and you stood up straight, not wanting to turn around and look too suspicious. You felt a presence come up next to you and a hand on your lower back before you heard his alluring and oh so familiar voice.

“Julie,” He turned to you, a teasing smile on his face as he looked you up and down. “Y/N.”

You held your coffee with both hands and subtly scanned him as well. He was wearing a black t-shirt, a jean jacket and sweats and of course, he looked as good as ever. “Good morning, Tom.”

His lips curved into a smirk, “A good morning indeed. Going to be a rather good day too, for sure.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and bid Julie goodbye, not needing her to bear witness to Tom’s blatant flirting. “We should get going. I’ll see you later, yeah?”

She smiled and nodded, her voice extra cheerful as she watched the two of you. “Bye.”

Tom said goodbye as well before following you, leaning close as he walked with you towards the elevator. “Eager to get to work, are we?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing that you were in fact eager, and very, at that.

“Well I’ll let you in on a little secret, love.” He kept his eyes on you as he pressed the elevator button and leaned in to whisper in your ear. “I’m the most excited I’ve ever been to go to work. In fact, I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind, you know that? You drive me absolutely crazy in the best way.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, but before you could say anything, the elevator doors opened and Tom stepped aside, extending his arm to let you go through. You cleared your throat, trying to calm yourself and stepped in.

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Within no time you were sitting in front of the mirror, Olive fixing up your makeup. “So I hear you’re filming a little something special today.” She smiled knowingly, glancing at your eyes for a brief moment before focusing back to the task at hand, patting the beauty blender onto your cheeks and under eyes as you smiled sheepishly.

“Maybe…”

She hummed, “I also hear he asked to work with you personally as well. Two in a row…Someone’s a popular girl, hm?”

You tilted your head back to laugh and she did as well, the hand holding the beauty blender pausing in the air until you sat straight again. “I honestly don’t know why this is happening to me,” you admitted but Olive was quick to wave you off, her brows furrowing in a half-hearted scolding.

“Oh, nonsense.” She reached over to get the lip gloss and applied it to your lips. The scene you were filming didn’t require that much makeup, rather a natural look––or as natural as you can be in this industry, in a professional video. “You’re gorgeous and you’re good at your job––I’m surprised you haven’t received more offers.”

You rubbed your lips together to spread the gloss, biting back a smile to do it properly. “Thanks Olive.”

She shrugged a shoulder as if to say any time before she turned back to you, a more serious look on her face. “Now back to Tom––You nervous?”

“Honestly? Yeah…It feels more intimate? Than others I’ve done before. But I trust him and I know we’re good together so…” You smiled, more confident. “I’m ready.”

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A few moments later, you were dressed and ready to go in your yoga pants and push-up sports bra––the scene you were shooting taking place in a “personal gym” between a yoga instructor and his student.

You made it to the set before Tom, the assistant letting you know that he was on his way, just finishing a few touch ups. You went over the scene with the director for some last minute notes, revising the positions, the minimal lines you had and so on. As the director talked you could sense immediately when Tom walked into the room. You could feel his eyes on you, raking over your body as if you two were the only ones there and you shifted from heel to heel, trying and falling to not let it affect you.

When Tom noticed, because of course he did, he smiled to himself and crossed his arms as he walked over to the two of you, wanting to know if there were any last minute changes and so on. He stood closer to you than necessary, just to be a tease––his side pressing into yours as he spoke with the director. You let your eyes trail over to him subtly, watching the way the muscles of his arms curved, the way the veins added to definition to his hands––the tank top letting it all be on display. Next your gaze shifted down to his legs, the short tight shorts leaving his defined thighs for all to see and you had to snap out of it before you started fantasizing and missed out on the director’s notes.

A few minutes later, you were done discussing everything and Tom turned to you as the director went elsewhere. He bit his lip, taking his turn to shamelessly check you out. “I have never been more grateful for this job.”

You nudged him playfully and walked towards the mat where the scene would be taking place. “Shut up.”

He chuckled and was quick to follow you. “Don’t worry,” he squeezed your ass cheekily, smirking when you gasped quietly. “I’ll be putting my mouth to good use in no time.”

With your mind already malfunctioning from that sly comment, you decided not to respond, not wanting to make a fool of yourself and by the smug look on Tom’s face it seemed as though he could tell.

The photographer made his way over to the main part of the set with the director and gestured to the two of you to come over. “So we’re going to take a few pictures, not too many, just three or four poses from multiple angles and then we’ll start the scene, alright?”

You and Tom nodded before making your way over to the mat on the floor. He stepped behind you and placed a hand on your waist to get your attention. You looked over your shoulder and he stepped closer to you, letting you feel his hard-on through your leggings and your breath hitched.

“You ready?” His voice was soft, only quiet enough for you to hear.

You nodded and he smirked. “Then let’s put on a show, hm?”

You bent down at the waist and placed your hands in front of you to hold you up, silently thankful for how this career has helped you become more flexible in more ways than one. You heard Tom take a sharp inhale at the sight of you and bit your lip to contain your smile. He stepped closer to you and placed his hands on your waist, gently pulling you back into his hips, cursing quietly as the photographer took the photos.

You could feel the pressure from each of his fingers as they dug into your waist, the outline of his cock pressed between your legs and you could already sense yourself falling down a tunnel of desire. Your body was eager for what was to come, wetness already spreading between your lips. Thinking back to when you watched him work with Angela––Sophie was right when she told you the actresses never needed extra help when working with Tom, he’d have you more than prepared by the time you had to film, and you weren’t ashamed to admit it.

When you were done with that pose, he helped you up and turned you around before sliding your leggings down, getting down on his knees and looking up at you, a sinful look in his eyes as you stepped out of the material. Next he pulled his shorts down and stepped out of them before stepping back in front of you.

You raised your leg and he swiped his tip between your folds, practically hissing when he felt how wet you were. You’d be taking some action shots while you were filming the scene, but they still wanted some stills of fake action shots––it didn’t even matter if the positions weren’t in the scene, people didn’t really care and most times they didn’t notice. Tom slipped the tip in your hole and cursed as your walls sucked him in, shamelessly aching for more. You’d prepped yourself earlier in your dressing room, but your fingers were nothing in comparison to him. He locked eyes with you and licked his lips. “You’re gonna be the death of me, darling.”

He hooked his forearm under your knee, pulling you close with one hand on your ass, the other arm coming around to hold your waist as he slipped in a little deeper. He didn’t need to but he couldn’t help himself. You bit your lip to swallow your surprised moan and he gave you a cheeky look, his lips quirking up as you tried but failed to glare at him, the pleasure overtaking your features. Your faces wouldn’t be in the shot, but you found yourselves looking at each other as though they would be, indisputable need, in both of your eyes.

You almost didn’t hear when the photographer said you were ready to move on, the two of you already lost in your own reverie, or for better words, lost in each other. For the next pose, you got on the floor and lied on your back. Tom got on his knees in front of you before opening your legs and pushing your thighs back, opening you up completely for him and the cameras to see. You couldn’t help but dwell on the fact that you felt more focused on being spread out for Tom, rather than the cameras and the crew all around you.

You took a few pictures in that position, then the director asked you to hold your legs back instead of Tom. You did so, but couldn’t help but clench at the feeling of his hands sliding down your legs, his fingers lingering near your bare cunt to get a rise out of you. You looked up and almost whined at the way he was looking down at you, his gaze unwavering from your face making you feel as exposed as if he were looking further down at your wet opening.

The director nor the photographer told him to, but he couldn’t help it. Tom brought his hand back up to swipe two fingers through your slick before sliding them into you, keeping his eyes locked with yours. You faintly heard the director praising his improv but you were too entranced to really pay attention or make out the words.

Tom pumped his fingers in and out of you slowly, crooking them to press against your spot, making you roll your hips involuntarily and gasp quietly. They took the pictures far too quickly for your liking but Tom being the tease he is, made sure to work you up as soon as possible before pulling his fingers out and slipping them in his mouth when no one was looking––or maybe people were looking, however you were too focused on him to notice or care. He kept his eyes on you while sucking his fingers, slowly and teasingly, only looking away when the assistant came over to give him a wipe to clean up.

The director announced that they’d take a five to ten minute break before filming and you and Tom made your way to the side after getting dressed again.

Tom leaned over to whisper in your ear after a few seconds of silence. “I almost wanna go to the dressing room and just take you there.”

You bit your lip and kept your head straight. “Keep it in your pants, Tom. Who’s eager now?” You asked, referring back to his teasing comment in the lobby, as if you weren’t just as needy, if not more than him.

He simply chuckled, leaning in to whisper in your ear. “You say that like I should be ashamed, love.” He tilted his head and looked at you––you could almost feel him scan your face teasingly. “I never said being eager was a bad thing, now did I?” You glanced over at him and he winked.

You put your tongue in your cheek and faced forward once more, pressing your thighs together. If you didn’t film this scene soon, you were going to explode.

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“Alright Y/N, Tom––” the director got your attention and told you you’d be starting now. The pit of nervous energy in your stomach had now turned to desire and you were more than ready to begin.

Mentally preparing yourself, you took a quick deep breath and “entered” the gym as written in the script. Tom was already inside and walked over to meet you. “Ah there you are. How are you, good?”

You nodded, giving him a cheerful smile and you could see a hint of amusement in his eyes as you did so. “Yeah! I’m ready to do some yoga.”

“Please––” He smiled back and gestured to the mat. “We’re going to do some basic stretches today, nothing too extreme but I will try my hardest to push you to your limit.”

You centered yourself on the mat and started stretching your arms out over your head. “Sounds intense.”

He came up behind you, letting his voice become a tad more suggestive. “Don’t worry. It’s nothing you can’t handle.” You hooked one arm over the other, extending it to the side and he placed one hand on your waist, the other on your forearm. “Here we go, just a little more.” He pulled your arm to the side, letting his fingers press into your waist as he breathed into your ear. “Good. Just like that.”

You took a deep breath, making sure to show the camera that you were flustered and nodded slightly.

“Now let’s do the other side.” You unhooked your arm and stretched the other side, Tom’s hands following your every move, guiding you sensually. “Next,” he slid his hands down your side, over your ass and along the backs and sides of your thighs. “Let’s stretch these muscles.” He placed a hand on your back and pushed you forward gently. “Reach for your toes, that’s it.”

You reached forward and gasped, as written, when he pushed your legs farther apart with his free hand. “Just a little wider, good girl.” He pressed himself into you and the camera panned down to show your shocked face, your expression exaggeratedly morphing from surprised to amused and cheeky.

“There we go.” He pulled you back into him by your hips and let out a breath as you moaned and bit your lip.

He took a step back and admired you, maybe lingering a little longer than necessary, before telling you to get on your knees. You did as he asked and sat back on your haunches, spreading your legs wider when he asked. He bent down so that his head was aligned with yours, and grasped your throat with one hand––the script didn’t specify on how he should straighten you up, but clearly he took advantage of his creative liberties there. He tightened his hold slightly and smirked, “Make sure your posture is straight, there you go.” He trailed his other hand down your torso, pulling you back to straighten you before reaching down between your thighs to cup your heat. “And spread those legs. You’re a natural at this, look at that.”

He rubbed you through your panties and you were worked up enough that you didn’t even need to fake the moans you let out. His voice was as light as a feather as he guided you, his other hand around your throat, tilting your head up to look at him. “Just roll your hips into my hand, mhm. Need to work those muscles just right.” He dipped his head down and moved his hand over to lick and bite at your neck, kissing and sucking at your sweet spot to hear the pretty sounds you make––he personally loved hearing them, but the viewers did too, often commenting on them under your videos.

After a couple of minutes, as instructed, Tom told you to flip over on your back. The video would have a cutscene here to the next part, so you simply took your leggings off and moved into the next position. Tom held your thighs up near your torso, “Feel the burn, love?” Love was most definitely not in the script, but he knew what effect it had on you, that tease.

You nodded and he leaned forward, letting out a quiet “good” before licking from your hole to your clit, keeping his eyes on you to watch your reaction––again, not in the script, but he couldn’t help himself. He wanted you to feel good.

This director was kind, but he worked on many scenes each day and because of the time crunch, he often sped things up, meaning he wasn’t afraid to tell actresses to fake their climaxes to move things along. Tom tried to make his co-stars feel good and orgasm several times during the scenes, to make the experience more enjoyable, never wanting them to have to fake it when he didn’t. He always applied that “rule” but he felt an overwhelming urge to stick by it today since he was working with you. He wanted to make this enjoyable but above all memorable––it felt special.

He swiped his tongue all over your sex, licking your clit sloppily yet precisely, not afraid to slurp up your juices and suck on your bud loudly. He pushed his tongue past your entrance and smiled when you gasped and brought a hand between your legs to tug his hair and pull him closer––this all felt very familiar for the both of you and you could tell the both of you were thinking the same thing.

He pulled away for a bried second and slid a finger into your sex slowly, his lips forming a shocked and aroused o shape. “Definitely need to stretch this out.” He easily added another finger and was quick to put his mouth back on you, humming against your clit when your walls clenched around him. He pressed his digits against your spot once again and groaned when you tugged harder on his hair.

You could hear the sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of your slick, could feel the drag of his fingers against your tight walls, the pressure of his fingertips against your spot--the combination of all of these things making your thoughts cloudy, your body hot and ready for release. Your hips were bucking into his mouth and fingers, back already arching and Tom could feel his bulge grow even more, the tight shorts only making it worse. The sight of you was enough to make him ache for more––he wanted to feel you, all of you.

He could feel your cunt tightening around his fingers, the pull familiar. He could tell you were close and made it his mission to make you tip over the edge before you had to move to the next position. He started pumping his fingers faster and sucked on your clit hard, sacrificing his perfect view of you and closing his eyes to fully focus on your pleasure. He swiped his tongue over your bundle of nerves, shaking his head from side to side and hummed and groaned against you as your breathing quickened, your moans getting sharper and breathier.

With a few more pumps, your walls were spasming around his fingers, your mouth dropped open as you let out an almost muted moan, your eyes rolled back. Though he was meant to pull away and flip you over, Tom couldn’t help himself, he knew you wanted more as well––he could read you like a book. He let go of your leg and let your thighs instinctively close around his head as he kept sucking at your clit and fucking you with his fingers. The sounds were filthy, but they were only immersing the two of you further into the scene.

It wasn’t in the script, but the passion and the chemistry between the two of you was undeniable and rarely seen on camera, the director couldn’t stop you, he didn’t want to. Tom worked you up to another orgasm, his fingers thrusting wildly yet precisely in your cunt as he stuck his tongue out and let you buck onto it. You came with a loud cry, your legs trembling around his head.

He pumped his fingers slowly a few more times and only pulled away when your legs fell back down. He opened his eyes and took you in, letting his gaze fall over your every feature as he sucked his fingers clean and you whined at the sight knowing that he wasn’t even making a show of it for the cameras, but for you––you could tell by the way he locked eyes with you before kissing your clit and trailing his lips up your body.

He hovered above you and kissed you fiercely, letting you taste yourself, the both of your hands desperately pushing his shorts off while your lips were connected. As soon as he kicked them off, he grabbed his cock and cursed, pumping his hand a couple times before swiping it through your folds and slipping it past your hole. He bottomed out in one go and the both of you moaned against each other, Tom taking the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth slowly and sensually, part of him doing so to make sure the camera could see, the other part just wanting to rile you up the best he could.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him impossibly closer, the both of you clinging onto each other as he started thrusting inside of you, the mix between your wetness, his spit and precum making it very loud and very arousing. He easily found a steady pace, his hips and thighs hitting the back of yours and your ass hard enough to make the fat jiggle.

You brought a hand up to pull his hair and he groaned, hitting that spot inside of you with a particularly hard thrust that had you letting out a mix between a gasp and a moan in surprise. You were both breathing heavily, physically and mentally wrapped up in one another.

Just when you thought you couldn’t feel any better, you felt a hand wrap around your throat once again, the pressure on the sides of your neck making your breath hitch. Tom sat up and leaned on his other hand, pinning you down in place as he fucked you harder, your back getting sweaty against the mat, but you couldn’t be bothered to care.

His eyes were piercing yours, though your vision was getting hazy from the pleasure, your eyes threatening to flutter shut. He balanced himself and brought his other hand to rub at your clit quickly. You could barely process what was happening before your walls were tightening again, making him curse to himself as you trembled underneath him.

He fucked you through your high, fighting off his own to focus on you and give you everything you wanted. He pulled out slowly, his hands caressing your thighs before he eased you up and turned you over on your hands and knees, smoothing his palms and letting his fingers trail over your ass before he positioned himself behind you.

He slid his hand up your spine and pushed you down before slipping his cock back inside of you and bottoming out in one go, the both of you groaning at how wet you were. You felt even tighter in this position and he was hitting your spot just right.

You leaned your head on your forearms, letting your body push back into Tom’s and he growled, slamming his hips into you harder. His hands gripped your waist and your ass, “Fuck––Yeah fuck me back baby, that’s it. Stretch that pussy out on my cock.”

You moaned loudly and clenched around him from his words, not expecting them at all since the video was meant to be mainly silent for sexual parts. The thought that Tom was losing his cool and letting yours and his pleasure take over his actions, improvising and such because he was lost in the feeling of you, was enough for you to get even wetter. You bit your lip in concentration as you kept fucking yourself on his cock before sliding a hand down between your legs and rubbing at your clit––it was sloppy but it was getting the job done and the camera wasn’t focusing on it, so you didn’t dwell on it too much. Throughout this whole shoot, you couldn’t find it in yourself to really focus or even think about the cameras and the crew––all you could think about was Tom, and it felt as though he were doing everything in his power for that to be the case, not that you could complain.

He groaned, “God––You gonna cum baby?” He couldn’t care less if the dirty talk wasn’t in the script, he was too focused on you and if they really had a problem with it, they could cut it out––but by the way you were reacting to it, he could tell the director and the viewers wouldn’t mind it at all. You looked and sounded sexy and with Tom, you two were an unstoppable pair.

You nodded and whined out a response. “Mhm.”

He cursed and pulled you back against him harder, taking everything in him not to burst inside of you from the moans you were letting out with each thrust and the feeling of your wetness coating his member as it practically glided in and out of you. “Come on, cum all over my cock, love. Make a mess for me.”

You let out a desperate whine, losing yourself in the pleasure as well and going off script. “Please––please make me cum again. Fuck––I’m so close. Want you to cum in me.”

Tom groaned loudly and soon enough, he was pumping his load inside of you, shivering at the relief he felt and the overstimulation as he kept fucking you, your high coming crashing down on the both of you as you spasmed on the mat, your fourth orgasm hitting harder than the others. Your body felt like it was recharged and drained of energy all at once, your limbs sluggish but almost mechanically and rhythmically pushing you back against Tom to ride out your high.

He bottomed out one last time, hissing at the sensitivity as you jolted from the pleasure, before pulling out. He moved to the side but kept a hand on your ass as the camera came in close. His voice was quiet and gentle, clearly only meant for you as he spoke up, encouraging you. “You’ve got it, love, that’s it. Good girl.”

You pushed the cum out of your cunt, sighing as it dripped down to your clit and onto the floor. You shook your ass from side to side for the camera and smiled when you noticed how much it affected Tom. He made eye contact with you and grinned lazily, grabbing one of your ass cheeks and shaking it playfully, before slapping it loudly, making you yelp.

The director yelled cut, sending praises your way and the crew started cleaning everything up, and putting the equipment away, ready to move onto the next scene.

You flipped over onto your back and Tom laid down next to you and kissed your cheek, bringing a hand up to hold the other side of your face. There was a lot of commotion around the two of you, but as you looked into his eyes, all of that faded away. “You okay?”

You nodded with a smile, leaning into his touch as you found comfort in the warmth of his eyes, drowning out all the other people in the room. “Amazing.”

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Due to your different schedules, you and Tom couldn’t see each other after the scene but he made sure to FaceTime you to see how you felt and just to catch up once you’d both gotten home that night.

As soon as the call connected, you were met with a smiling Tom, the sight of him never failing to make you happy. “There she is.”

You smiled at the screen, taking in his tired eyes and fluffy hair––there’s no doubt he’d been running his hands through it. “Hi Tommy.”

“Hi lovie.”

You settled in your bed and got comfortable, asking the question you both had on your minds. “So was it everything you’d dreamed of?”

His smile widened. “Darling, dreams can’t even compare to how amazing you are in real life.”

You shook your head with a smile, wanting to calm your beating heart. “You mean the sex.”

“Nah, I mean you.” He winked. “But the sex was incredible as well.”

You both laughed and when it died down, he spoke up again, his eyes earnest. “How was it for you, really?”

“Tom, you made me feel so good that I forgot we were filming at times.” You smirked, “It was as you said, incredible.”

He bit his lip bashfully but clearly pleased. “That’s good.” He tilted his head. “So you would film with me again?”

You responded immediately, “Without a doubt.”

––❊––

Over the weekend, you decided to do some grocery shopping, your fridge and cupboards all too bare for your liking. You didn’t feel like going in the morning and you got sidetracked during the day so you ended up going in the late evening.

You got all the necessities, healthy foods along with your favorite snacks, a good balance of both. You were walking through the aisles aimlessly, in hopes of finding something––you were sure you were forgetting something but you couldn’t put a finger on it, when you ran into a familiar face.

“Darling–”

Your eyes widened and your heartbeat fluttered. “Tom–”

He looked you up and down, clearly enjoying what he was seeing. “Beautiful as ever, even while running errands, I see.”

You rolled your eyes to hide your flustered state. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

He smiled. “Thanks, love.”

You chatted idly for a few minutes before Tom pulled you to the side by your waist, noticing someone trying to pass through with their cart behind you. Suddenly you were right up against each other, the proximity making your heart beat faster. He apologized for tugging you into him without warning, his voice soft and you shook your head as if to say it's okay, your mouth failing to work in sync with your thoughts, but he caught on.

Tom paused, seemingly contemplating his next words. “Would you...want to get dinner with me? Nothing crazy just, you know––” He scratched the back of his head nervously, “Or you may be busy, if so that’s fine.”

You paused, “I mean...I don’t really feel like going out to eat, but maybe we could make dinner... together?”

His eyes brightened, brows raising as he nodded almost immediately. “Sure––Um you could come over to mine if you’d like?”

You smiled, “I’d like that.”

He laughed sheepishly, “Right. Perfect.”

The two of you settled on pasta and through some negotiations, Tom agreed to let you buy half of the ingredients. Though it would have been faster if the two of you split up and met up afterwards, you decided to walk around the store together––it felt right.

Since you’d walked to the store, Tom drove you home to drop off your things and then to his apartment. He dropped down the top of his convertible, letting the soft breeze run through the car as the sun was setting. The orange tint hit against his skin perfectly and you couldn’t help but admire him and the way his brown curls turned almost golden.

Sensing your eyes on him, he glanced over at you for a moment. “Something wrong?”

You shook your head, “No you’re just…pretty.”

His lips quirked up immediately and he shook his head. He reached a hand over to squeeze your thigh and you slipped your hand into his as he locked eyes with you, the car now at a red light. “And you’re gorgeous.”

You looked away and told him to shut up, overwhelmed by the way he was looking at you and the gentle tone of his voice and he laughed.

When you arrived at the parking lot of his apartment complex, he made you stay put so he could open the door for you, jogging over to your side before you could get out, and extended his arm out, bowing playfully. “M’lady.”

You breathed out a laugh and took his hand to step out of the car. “I’m guessing you won’t let me carry the groceries?”

He made an offended face. “No, are you crazy?”

His lips quickly morphed into a smile but you could tell he was still being serious. You rolled your eyes despite the smile on your face, “Alright, let’s go.”

As soon as he opened the door you heard a patter against the hardwood floor, the sound getting nearer and louder until you saw a cute pitbull terrier running towards you and Tom.

He stepped into his apartment and set the bags down on the floor for a moment to close the door behind you and greet his dog. “Hi Tess! How are you buddy?”

You smiled watching him pet and praise his dog and he looked at you with a bright grin as Tessa ran over to you next, eager to say hello.

You bent down to her level and pet her sides and her head, smiling at her enthusiasm. “Hi Tessa, I’m Y/N—It’s so nice to finally meet you!” She licked your face and you laughed, tilting your head so she didn’t lick your mouth.

You turned to Tom who was already watching you fondly. “She’s even cuter in person. I didn’t even think that was possible.”

His eyes twinkled, the immediate thought in his head clear as day, Could say the same about you. He laughed and petted her belly. “Alright come on Tess,” he pulled her off of you slightly. “Let her breathe.”

You waved him off, still petting her. “Oh I don’t mind.”

“Yeah well,” He ran his hands through his hair sheepishly, “I want you all to myself.”

You laughed as the dog rested her head in your lap. “Well then I guess you’ve got some competition, Tommy.”

At that moment Tom found himself thinking how he wouldn’t mind if that were his only competition.

——

Eventually, Tessa calmed down, though you were sad to say goodbye, even if you were just standing up and going to the kitchen while she went to the living room––you already had a soft spot for her and Tom couldn’t stop his heart from swelling at the sight.

You helped Tom put his groceries away and it all felt very mundane and intimate, like a routine you wouldn’t mind getting accustomed to––shuffling around the kitchen in sync with occasional lingering sweet touches.

Soon, the two of you were chopping up ingredients and mixing them in with the pasta. You had been working on the sauce, almost ready to pour it in with the rest of the food when you noticed how Tom was mixing the food in the pan––it looked wrong to put it simply. He wasn’t even really mixing the ingredients or spreading the seasoning, just pushing them around in a big clump.

You stared at him silently for a few seconds and it seemed as though your disapproval was radiating off of you when he turned.

He looked at you innocently. “What?”

You paused and sighed before turning the heat under the sauce on low and moving closer to him.

“I can’t even explain how bad you’re doing this. Here––” You took the wooden spoon from him and shooed him away. You started mixing the ingredients correctly and he stood behind you to look over your shoulder, bringing a hand to your hip but you could sense his eyes weren’t on the food. Suddenly, the thought occurred to you that he was doing it wrong on purpose, but you couldn’t find it in you to be annoyed.

“Mm you’re right. It does look better when you do it.” He slid both his hands around you and let them roam your waist and stomach before pressing his lips to your shoulder and you took a deep breath, not wanting to let him fluster you.

“Tom.” He hummed in response. “Behave.”

He chuckled, trailing his lips up to your neck. “I am behaving. Making you feel good means I’m doing good.”

You laughed out his name and he sighed playfully. “Alright, alright.” He pecked your cheek before letting his hands rest at your waist. “I’ll be good.”

Tom didn’t keep his hands or his lips to himself but he did keep them over your clothes and in appropriate places so he technically did keep his word. Within no time, the food was ready and the table was set, with the two of you across from each other at the dinner table.

Tom served you first and then himself, before taking a few pastas on his fork and reaching over to you. “Open up.” You could see a familiar glint in his eyes but bit back a comment and leaned forward to eat the food, ignoring his lingering stare on your lips. The only word that came to mind to describe his voice was silk, as he spoke up. “There you go. How’s it taste, love?”

You chewed pensively, taking your sweet time to savor the taste and drag it out, making him smile knowingly at you. But you couldn’t deny it––”It’s really good. Try it.” You took your own fork to your plate and he sat up expectantly. You looked up at him deceivingly oblivious. “Why aren’t you eating?”

He looked at you, mocking offense. “You’re not going to feed me?”

You hummed before smiling sweetly at him. “Mm no, I’m good.”

His eyes crinkled as he laughed and the sight made your heart soar. “Fair enough, love.”

Dinner went by smoothly and it wasn’t awkward at all––not that you were expecting it to, but it filled you with a sense of satisfaction and relief when there were no unpleasant silences or red flags that appeared suddenly. He really did seem perfect.

After you finished eating, you moved to his living room and cuddled up on the couch, Tessa joining the two of you immediately, relishing in the fact that she’d gotten double the attention and head pats she normally got.

You and Tom got lost in conversation, his hand running along your thigh mindlessly as you spoke, the solid eye contact showing you had his undivided attention. You fooled around a bit here and there, sure, but at the end of the day Tom was interested in and respected you above your body and it felt nice to be reminded of that.

You talked for hours and it’s only when he excused himself to the bathroom that you realized the time. You went to the kitchen to put your glass of water away when you heard him come back, easily finding you and making his way over.

“I had a really great time, Tom.” You smiled and looked at him when he placed his hands on your waist.

He licked his lips as he gazed over your features. “I’m glad. I did too.”

He leaned in for a kiss and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you pressed your lips against his. The kiss was gentle and slow. Your breathing quickly synced up with his as you pressed up against each other. After a while, you both pulled away, only keeping a few inches of distance between you while you held each other.

“You know,” You spoke up quietly, eyes raking over his face. “I should get home. It’s getting late.”

Tom pouted and held you tighter. “Do you really have to go?”

You smiled almost sympathetically, his puppy dog eyes really having an effect on you. “Yeah Tommy, I really should.”

He tilted his head, “Let me drive you home then.”

Your smile turned more playful, “Already called the uber.”

His pout only deepened, turning more into a frown. “Cancel it.”

You raised a brow, “And pay five dollars? No thanks.”

He raised his brows as well, a hopeful look in his eyes. “What if I give you five dollars?”

You laughed and shook your head, stepping out of his arms to get your things. “Nice try.”

He narrowed his eyes at your retreating figure, though you couldn’t see. “You like to see me suffer, don’t you?”

“Me taking an uber is you suffering?”

He wrapped his arms around you from behind and leaned his head over your shoulder, burying his face in the crook of your neck and shamelessly breathing in your scent. “You refusing to let me take you home and give you a kiss goodnight is most definitely me suffering.”

You put your purse over your shoulder and let your hands trace over the veins in his arms, resting your head on top of his. “You can still give me a goodnight kiss. Just...outside your apartment.”

His voice was muffled but you could hear the pout just the same. “S’not the same.”

You stifled your laugh and waddled over to where your shoes were, Tom still wrapped around you. You looked over at him. “You gonna let me put my shoes on?”

He looked at you and sighed loudly, trying to hide the smile on his face while he got down on his knees to help you put your shoes on. You let him have this since he was being such a baby about not driving you home––an adorable baby, but still.

By the time the uber came, you were both outside waiting. Tom opened the door for you and made sure it was in fact your ride before giving you a kiss and helping you get in, mumbling complaints about how the kiss lacked the oomf he was looking for.

He looked at you earnestly once you settled in, placing a hand on your cheek. “Get home safe, okay? Text me when you get there.”

You pursed your lips to prevent yourself from joking about his behavior and nodded. “I will, Tommy.” You leaned into his touch and squeezed his hand. “See you.”

He paused and bent down to pull you in for another, much more enticing kiss that had you leaning up for more, but just as he was about to slip his tongue into the mix, he remembered where you were. He pulled away slowly, his thumb rubbing circles on your cheek softly. “Goodnight.”

Your voice was small, eyes wide. “Night.”

He smirked and pinched your cheek lightly before stepping back and shutting the door. He stayed on the sidewalk until you drove off, only going up to his apartment when you reached the end of the block.

You were honestly daydreaming until the driver spoke up, knocking you out of it.

“You guys look cute together.”

A smile made its way onto your face before you knew it. “Thank you.”

––❊––

A week later when Tom invited you over to watch a film, you thought you were going to watch a movie––and rightfully so. With Tom, it always took the two of you some time to figure out what you wanted to watch––so you could imagine your surprise when he led you to his room, saying he set everything up already.

He smirked. “Trust me, darling.” He squeezed your hand as you got closer to his room. “You’ll like this one.” His tone was soft but teasing and your brows furrowed in confusion...until you stepped into his room and noticed what was on his tv, ready to play.

He pulled you closer and stood behind you. “This came out last night.” It was the video you’d shot with him last month. “Wanted to watch it.” He kissed your neck, whispering into your skin. “More than anything, honestly.” His hands squeezed your waist before sliding under your shirt. “But I knew it’d be much,” he kissed higher and higher, “much,” he licked your earlobe and bit it softly, “better if we watched it together.” He licked his lips, holding you tight as he tilted his head to look at you over your shoulder. “Don’t you think?”

You bit your lip, your eyes focusing on the cover picture for the video––one of his hands on your ass, the other wrapped around your waist, his cock inside of you. You remember the stretch, the fire you felt inside of you just from the intensity in his gaze as he looked up at you.

You nodded, “Yeah I––I want to.”

He smiled. “Good.” He kissed your cheek, his hands reaching for the hem of your shirt. “Let’s get this off, yeah?” He pulled the shirt off of you and let it fall to the floor then undid your bra before sliding it down your arms and letting it fall beside your shirt. He kissed his way down your spine as he bent down, his hands reaching for your pants and underwear at the same time. He pulled them both down slowly, letting his lips trail after his hands, each kiss sending you further into a frenzy.

Once you stepped out of them he let his hands slide back up your body as he stood up. He kissed your shoulder then turned you around, stopping your hands when you tried to reach for his shirt. When you looked at him with a confused pout, he smiled and gave you a sweet kiss, his thumbs rubbing the back of your hands as he held them.

“I’m gonna stay dressed for a little bit, okay?”

You tilted your head, only more confused. “Why?”

He licked his lips, looking at you earnestly. “Do you trust me?” You nodded immediately and he felt something warm burst in his chest. He pulled you towards the bed. “Come.”

He got onto the bed in the middle and turned you around so that you were lying between his legs, pressing play on the remote. He spoke softly as you settled in. “We’re going to watch our video together and I’m going to touch you the entire time, okay?” You felt your breath hitch, almost as if you were no longer in control of your body as you nodded. “But if you look away from the screen,” he started, letting his hands trail along your body, wherever he could reach, “I stop.”

He tilted his head to look at you, “What do you say, hm?” His touch was gentle, barely there, but it sent a rush down your body, already working you up.

Your voice was barely a whisper. “Okay.”

Tom’s hands trailed along your sides gently as the video played, only letting them wander when the video got steamier, his hands pulling you back against his crotch on the screen. A strong wave of heat spread through your body, the desperation and want climbing to the surface with every touch. You started to squirm, your breath getting heavier, nipples harder with each passing second.

Your eyes were focused on the screen, but your mind was elsewhere, distracted by the feeling of Tom’s fingertips grazing over your pebbled nipples, along your torso, the sides of your legs. Your thighs started rubbing together on their own, your body aching to relieve some tension but Tom was quick to notice and spread your legs with his hands.

“No, you don’t get to touch yet, baby.” You whined quietly and he shushed you. “Be a good girl.” He cooed. “Know you want to be my good girl, don’t you?”

You nodded, already slipping into your submissive headspace. “Your good girl.”

He kissed your cheek in silent praise, trailing his kisses down to your neck. The kisses were long, hypnotic, sensual and they weren’t doing anything to help you keep your head on straight.

When you moaned softly and tilted your head back to give him more access, he tutted, bringing a hand up from your thigh to hold under your jaw. He pulled your head back up, his mouth grazing your ear. “Keep your eyes on the screen, darling.”

You watched as he spread you open and devoured you on the screen, stretching you out with his fingers––you remember how full you felt from just his fingers, and then from his cock and the thought was enough to have you clenching desperately around nothing, your hips bucking aimlessly in the air as Tom teased you. He bit your neck gently and put your legs over his own, spreading you wide open for him yet again, the combination of those actions making you whine desperately.

Slowly, he inched his hand down and grazed his fingers over your cunt, humming amusedly, when you raised your hips subconsciously. You were already aching for him to touch you, to fill you up and he was having the time of his life teasing you. But you could tell what refusing you was doing to him, you could feel his hardness against your back––he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

He spent five minutes just teasing you, meanwhile on the screen you’d just reached your first orgasm and you found yourself envious of the you in the video. You rolled your hips, your cunt grazing his fingertips. “Please Tommy.” You licked your lips and turned your head, forcing him to pull away from your neck and look at you. “Need you to touch me.”

He smirked letting his lower hand move to your inner thigh, the pads of his fingers caressing the sensitive skin. “I am touching you, darling.”

You brought one hand up behind your head to grab his hair, the other gripping his hand on your thigh. Your voice was the embodiment of desperation and unfiltered thirst as you spoke up over the sounds of your second orgasm in the video. “Please––” You placed his hand on your throbbing cunt and sighed even from the slightest pressure. “Touch me here.”

Tom’s cocky essence faltered for a moment, his pupils dilating, breath heavying––but it was quick to return as he rubbed your pussy with all of his fingers sloppily, spreading the mess. “Oh is this what you wanted? Hm?” You could feel the vibrations of his voice from his chest against your back as he purred into your ear, one of his fingers slipping past your velvet walls. You moaned breathlessly, the relief you felt evident in the way your body sunk into him. “Always such a desperate girl for me, aren’t you?” He slipped another finger in and chuckled at the way you moaned for him. “Yeah,” he cooed, “always so needy. Don’t worry baby, I’ll take good care of you.”

He pressed his lips against yours, swallowing your moans as his tongue toyed with your own. The kiss was sloppy but passionate, making you buck your hips onto his fingers. When he pulled away from the kiss, he let his gaze trail down to your plump, wet lips, feeling his own quirk up when you tried to lean in for more.

“Eyes back on the screen, love.”

Knowing he’d only tease you more and possibly drag this out longer than intended, you decided against defying him and turned your head, biting your lip to stop yourself from whining.

He nuzzled back into your neck, “Good girl.” He picked up the pace of his fingers, pumping them into you at an angle, pressing them against your sweet spot. His palm pressed against your clit and you jolted, leaning further into his touch. He thrust his fingers into you as far as they could go, moaning against your neck when you mewled, letting his palm rub against your bundle of nerves.

He held you against him with one arm around your middle to prevent you from squirming away, his thighs spread out completely to keep you wide open for him as you panted and writhed, your eyes barely open as you watched yourself near your third orgasm, your body almost reminding you of what it felt like, the white hot pleasure spreading from your core to the rest of your limbs. You were so close you could feel it, your mind and body preparing for it.

Tom licked a stripe up your neck, biting down and sucking hard, his fingers moving with more purpose inside of you. “Can tell you need release, love.” His voice was quiet, practically slurred as he dragged his slick lips over your skin, only igniting the flame inside of you further. “This cunt is sucking me in, begging to cum.”

Through almost slitted eyes you could see your legs starting to tremble on the screen, sweet moans and gasps escaping your lips. Tom’s voice was in your ear, lulling you, hypnotizing you as you climbed closer and closer towards your peak. “Cum for me baby, give it to me.” At his command, it was as if your body flipped a switch, the dam finally breaking. Your legs twitched and he made sure to keep them apart with his own, fucking his fingers into you harder as your mouth dropped open, your eyes fluttering shut as you let out a broken moan. Your hips were almost violently bucking into his hand, your breaths heavy but short and unsteady as you buried your head further into his shoulder, your body not sure how to handle the pleasure.

As your high washed over you, he slipped his fingers out. He rubbed your clit as he did before, spreading your wetness all over your mound as the aftershocks hit you. “That’s it,” he cooed. “There we go. Is that better, lovie?” His voice was so sweet, despite the dash of condescension sprinkled in it––it only made you want him more.

He swiped his fingers through your folds for good measure and brought them up to your lips, a small sigh escaping him when they parted immediately for him. You sucked his fingers eagerly, bucking your head as he thrusted them in and out slowly.

After watching you in awe until he couldn’t take it anymore, without warning, he took his fingers out and put them back on your cunt, pressing his lips against yours, muffling your moans. “Let me have a taste, don’t be greedy, darling.” He practically shoved his tongue into your mouth, eager to taste you any way he could. Both of your lips were plump and shiny in spit and your slick––you felt filthy in the best way.

The video was still playing and you could hear the sounds of Tom fucking you, his cock covered in your slick, you remembered it clear as day and could picture it without even looking. You moaned wantonly, “Need your cock, Tommy. Please.”

He smirked against your lips and bit your bottom one teasingly before pulling away, “What,” he thrusted his fingers back into you without warning, making you moan even louder. “This greedy pussy need more? You wanna be filled with my cock? My fingers weren’t enough?”

You looked at him pleadingly, your eyes glassy with lust and he kissed you once again, knocking the breath out of you. “I’ll give you what you need, darling. Don’t you worry.” He helped you off of him and hastily took his clothes off, chuckling when your hands came to help him discard everything, the desperation clear in your actions.

Once he was fully undressed, he sat back against the headboard and ushered you onto his lap, his hands easily finding your waist as you settled on top of him. He looked up at you fondly, the lust clear as day in his eyes as he grabbed his member with one hand, raising you up with the other. “You ready, lovie?”

You nodded and he smiled, before slowly sinking his cock into you, the both of you moaning at the tight fit, the mess between your thighs making him glide into you smoothly. You rested your forehead against his until he bottomed out. Both of his hands came to grab at your ass, spreading the cheeks apart and pushing them together as you eased yourself up and down his cock.

“God––just like that baby. Take my cock so well.”

You whined in response and centered yourself before finding a solid pace, the both of you locking eyes with each other. “Fuck––” you grabbed onto his shoulders to steady yourself. “You feel so––good, Tommy.”

He cursed, bucking his hips into you. “Yeah, my cock fills you up nice and good, hm?”

You nodded your head and let it tilt back, your eyes fluttering shut as you focused on the pleasure. Your thighs were slapping against his, your moans choppy, cut off with every thrust. The pit in your stomach was expanding with every bounce, every slap of Tom’s hands against your cheeks.

He started thrusting up into you harder and faster, his hands now gripping your waist and practically fucking you onto his cock himself. You lifted your head and with one look at you, Tom could tell you needed more. He pulled you into him and wrapped his arms around your waist, letting you tuck your head into the crook of his neck. “I’ve got you baby.”

He planted his feet on the bed and started thrusting wildly, much quicker than before and your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your mouth falling open in shock at how good you felt. “F–Fuck!––”

His hands slid along your back, holding you in place as he grunted and moaned in your ear. “Feel so fucking good, angel. So tight.” The sound of his hips slapping against your ass was deafening and you could feel your peak coming closer and closer with each thrust.

His hand came down against your skin and you clenched around him, making him groan loudly. “Gonna cum inside this tight pussy baby, oh fuck––Cum with me baby come on, drench my cock so I can fill you up.”

Your high hit you hard, your body trembling on top of him as you gasped and writhed in his hold, your walls tightening around his cock, his hips thrusting hard until he peaked as well, coating your insides. He slid his hands down to your ass and grabbed it, bucking his hips a few more times slowly to drag out your pleasure.

You stayed like that for a while, his hands roaming and caressing your back as you caught your breath. Your bodies were spent, but your minds were soothed. He kissed your shoulder and eased your head up to look in your eyes with a small smile. “Feel okay?”

You bit your lip, smiling as you nodded, your eyes wanting to shut, even more so when he brought a hand up to hold your face.

“Would you like to stay over?” He ran a thumb over your cheek and you leaned into his touch, soothed by the gesture––it’s as if he knew you needed something as small as that to convince you to stay.

You smiled, “I mean, if you’ll have me.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Can’t imagine a world where I wouldn’t, love.”

––❊––

You started going over to Tom’s house more often, joking that it was mainly to see Tessa, but you both knew the truth. Your relationship blossomed, and though you didn’t put a label on it…yet, you were happy, you both were.

The two of you were cuddled up in his bed, having spent the day together. You’d both just woken up from your nap, you were both kind of tired and thought, why not?

“So I was thinking...” Tom started, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin, under your shirt as he looked at you.

“Oh boy,” You teased.

He pinched your side playfully, scrunching up his face in protest, “Hey!”

You laughed, “I’m kidding.” You brought your hand down to hold his. “Go on.”

“Anyway, as I was saying.” He said sassily. “Since the viewers seemed to really like seeing us work together,” He focused on your hands, too nervous to look in your eyes all of a sudden. “And since we’re obviously a good pair together, I was wondering…if you maybe wanted to film something with me?” He looked up at you and you could see the hesitance in his gaze, the vulnerability. “Like just us and the camera at my place?”

You paused and stopped breathing for a moment––sure you’d filmed a scene with him before and the viewers got to see a bit of your chemistry already, but if it was a personal video that you were making, basically a sex tape, it felt much more intimate, like letting people in on a private part of your life.

When you took a bit to respond, Tom spoke up. “You don’t have to I just––”

“I want to.” You squeezed his hand and looked into his eyes earnestly, softening when you noticed a smile stretch onto his face. “I’d love to.”

“Yeah?” His voice was small but cheerful, full of adoration as he watched you nod and smile up at him. He leaned down to kiss you and you eagerly responded, bringing a hand up to tug at his curls, loving the groan he let out between your lips. Without disconnecting from the kiss, he moved over, placing himself in between your legs and pressing himself down onto you, reveling in the soft gasp that escaped you.

“Did you mean–” You started, between kisses. “Right now?”

His lips curved into a smile as he continued kissing you. “No,” his hand squeezed your side playfully as he pulled away to look down at you, a cheeky glint in his eyes. “But we could always practice, yeah?”

You licked your lips which definitely didn’t go unnoticed by him. “I guess you’re right.”

He scrunched his nose adorably, contrasting wildly with the enticing feeling of his hand sliding along the side of your thigh, up the curve of your ass. “Nonsense, darling. I’m always right.” Before you could respond, he pressed his lips back to yours and lifted one of your legs towards him––you got the message and wrapped both around his waist as he started grinding onto you.

As you got lost in the feeling of him you couldn’t help but think, maybe so.

––❊––

Even though the last time you worked with Sebastian he said you’d “definitely do this again”, part of you honestly thought he was just saying that. So when you got a message from him, saying that he had a video he wanted to shoot with you at the end of the week, you were surprised but most importantly excited. And when he told you that there wasn’t a detailed script for it, you were more excited than before.

Sebastian was known for improvising during his videos to make everything feel more natural, to get real reactions from the people he was working with and to get really immersed into the scene, and you’d gotten a little taste of that last time. But he was also known for being a notoriously good dirty talker, the cheesy scripts never having lines even close to being as good as the ones he improvised.

The comments under his videos were always praising his dirty talk, along with his skill, and for good reason. You’d find yourself coming from his words alone when you watched his videos and the thought that you’d get to be on the receiving end of them was enough to send your mind into overdrive.

You’d be filming in one of the sets at work today, in one of the fake bedrooms since there was no actual plot behind the scene, just passionate sex––Sebastian’s words.

When you walked in Sebastian perked up immediately, coming over to greet you. “Hi doll,” he hugged you with a big smile, his eyes quickly glancing down to your exposed collarbone to your eyes as he licked his lips. The scene would be starting with the both of you making out on the bed, already naked, so the both of you were just in your robes, ready to go.

You smiled back. “Hi Seb.” He’d insisted you call him that since you’d been talking now and then since the last time you’d worked and you were glad to see his brows raise slightly at the sound of his nickname falling from your lips, clearly pleased.

He bit his lip through his smile, “You nervous?”

You shrugged sheepishly, “Maybe a little.”

His eyes crinkled as he laughed slightly. “You have nothing to worry about, I promise.” He took your hand gently. “I’ve got you, remember? I’ll take good care of you, you know that.”

You bit your lip and nodded, a glint in your eyes. “I do.”

His eyes darkened ever so slightly and he ushered you towards the bed.

This was a more laid back and intimate shoot so there were only a few people in the room besides you and Seb, one cameraman, another in charge of lighting and the director, but when he looked at you, you were quick to forget where you were and that anyone else was even in the room with you.

You barely heard when the director said action, all your senses too focused on the man hovering above you as he leaned down to kiss you, but not before giving you a sly wink. He leaned in and pressed his lips against yours, grinding his bare lower half into yours as you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer.

You could feel him getting harder as he grinded onto you and you sighed, bucking your hips to meet his as he licked into your mouth languidly, wanting you to feel every single thing he was doing to you. One of his hands came up to tilt your jaw up as he kissed you deeply, his tongue eagerly and sensually toying with yours before he sucked on it and closed his lips around yours, swallowing your moans.

He kept at it, teasing you with his mouth and his cock until he could feel your wetness sliding along his thick member and until you were panting into the kiss. He pulled away and looked into your eyes, his mouth dropped open as he stared at you with lust coating his gaze. He leaned in for another, wet, passionate kiss, before kissing your cheek and along your jaw to nibble on your earlobe teasingly. His breath was hot and sending tingles down your body as he spoke.

“I’ve been dying to eat your pretty pussy again.” He licked along the shell of your ear and sucked on the lobe before pulling away to get a good look at you, his blue eyes practically hypnotizing you. “Would you like that darlin’?” He slid his hand down your neck, and trailed it down your body, pushing your thigh open to rest his hand between your legs and tap on your clit, smiling when you bucked into him. “Would you like having my mouth back on you? My tongue fucking you?”

You bit your lip to stop the moan from escaping but Sebastian caught on and brought his hand back up to tug your lip free, licking his own as he watched you. “Just say the word pretty girl, and I’m all yours.”

“Please––”

He smirked, looking at you innocently, eyes wide. “Please what?”

You mustered the most seductive look you could and batted your lashes at him, a small pout on your luscious lips. “Please eat my pussy. Pretty please.”

He clenched his jaw and passed his tongue under his top teeth, eyes watching you like you were his prey. “Good girl.” He made his way down, keeping his eyes on yours as he kissed along your legs, his hands gliding along your soft skin. As soon as he was in position, he wasted no time, diving into you tongue first, leaving a sloppy kiss on your lips that immediately had your back arching. He hummed, amused and clearly turned on as he began grinding into the mattress slightly, one hand coming up to press down on your stomach, the other pushing your thigh back as he made out with your pussy.

He was clearly enjoying himself as much as you, groaning and moaning into you, occasionally closing his eyes to just feel you out with his tongue, his hand gripping your thigh tight. But when he noticed both of your hands gripping at the sheets, knowing you didn’t want to pull his hair too hard, he took them in his own and held them down on either side of you, his eyes practically pinning you in place as he looked up at you cheekily.

It didn’t take long for you to feel that familiar bubble growing in the pit of your stomach with Sebastian being an expert at his craft. He was observant and you could tell that he’d picked up on what you’d liked the last time you’d worked together, even though it was weeks ago, he’d stored that information for later and it was clearly paying off. He was licking and touching all the right spots and within no time, you were coming on his tongue and he was eagerly lapping up your wetness, making a mess between your thighs.

Your back arched, your stomach quivering from the pleasure as your eyes fluttered shut. You cursed into the hot air of the room, your voice shaky, the only other sound being the shameless slurping and groaning between your legs. You opened your eyes to find Sebasian already looking at you, and you could tell he wasn’t satisfied enough.

Without giving you a moment to collect yourself, Sebastian got up on his knees and bent your legs back, spreading you wide open for him, his eyes narrowed in on your pulsing pussy. He’d told you beforehand that he was planning on making you cum over and over again and you could tell he wasn’t one to go back on his word.

“Still taste fucking delicious.” He practically growled and licked his lips before sucking on his tongue and spitting on your cunt, his eyes shooting up to yours when you gasped lightly. You felt it trickle down your slit and moaned before a yelp escaped your lips when he leaned down and spread his spit around with his tongue quickly, your body shivering under him, still sensitive from your high.

His hands were keeping your thighs spread apart, folding you in half, but the burn was only fueling your lust. His tongue was moving fast but precisely, knowing exactly what to do to keep that rush of pleasure throughout your body. “Play with your tits baby.” You whined in response and brought your hands up to squeeze your breasts and tug and tease your nipples. “That’s it, just like that. Wanna make you cum again, okay?” You nodded desperately and he smiled, leaning back in to please you with his mouth.

Between the way he was looking up at you, getting riled up just from touching you, the way his tongue and lips felt around your clit and the way your fingertips were grazing your pebbled nipples, it was all too much. You let out a string of sharp moans, your breath getting quicker and quicker by the second as your thighs strained under Sebastian’s hands. Your legs were trembling but he didn’t let up until you came with a cry, your hands desperately squeezing your breasts as your mouth dropped open.

He didn’t pull away until your hand came down to half-heartedly push him away, too overwhelmed. You felt his lips curve into a smile as he trailed his way up your body to kiss your lips which you eagerly accepted, your hands coming up to tug his hair, making him groan temptingly into your mouth.

You reached down to wrap your hand around him to help him relieve himself, knowing he was probably aching for a release and he groaned and pulled away to look down at your hand. “Shit–” He clenched his jaw, visibly trying to control himself before grabbing your wrist gently but firmly, looking up at you with a playfully stern look. “Not today, sweetheart.”

You pouted, completely enchanted in your little bubble with him. “Wanna make you feel good too.”

He smiled and brought your hand up to kiss your knuckles. “You will baby, I promise. You’ll make me feel so good.” He gave you a quick kiss and turned you over on all fours. His hands slid over your ass before he slapped one of your cheeks fondly, the sound echoing in the room as you mewled. “But I’m gonna stretch you out for me first, okay?”

You nodded, but he tutted, slapping your ass again, this time as a warning. “Words baby, come on.”

“Okay.” You turned to see the pleased smile on his face.

“Good girl.” He cooed, sliding a hand along your spine to push your arch further before grabbing your ass with both hands and spreading them to see your wet lips. “God look at you,” he spanked you again lightly, enticed by the way your ass jiggled under his palm. “So fucking pretty.” You whined from his words and almost lurched forward from the feeling of his tongue back on you, but his hands were quick to hold your thighs and keep you from jumping away.

He moaned and sunk further into you, his fingertips pressing into your skin. You buried your face into the sheets and whimpered. “I thought you––fuck–”

You felt him panting against your heat when he pulled away to answer you. “I know baby, I know. I’m gonna fuck you I promise, your pussy’s just drooling for me, sweetheart, begging for me to lick it again.” He breathed out, “Just let me get one more taste and I promise I’ll get you ready for my cock, okay?”

You nodded and let out a quiet “okay” and he dove back in, licking a torturously long stripe up your slit before sucking on your clit harshly and pulling away with a loud smack. He slid a finger in and cursed at how wet you felt inside, “Can’t even imagine how much you’re gonna wet my cock baby girl.” You gripped the sheets desperately, this close to drooling on them when he slid a second finger in and curled it, making you moan loudly.

“Mm,” he laughed enticingly, “that’s the spot isn’t it? Yeah, that’s it. That feel good?” You nodded desperately, bucking into his touch and he bit his lip, cooing down at you. “Yeah I know it does baby, can feel you clenching around my fingers.”

He brought his thumb down to your clit, holding you still when you jolted. “Need you to cum on my fingers okay? Then I can fill you up with my cock the way you need.” He pressed his lips to your ass, biting it cheekily and you could feel his eyes on you as you squirmed underneath him.

Soon enough, you were panting and moaning, your body trembling as you came, his fingers and words encouraging you through your high and making your eyes roll back. “There you go, make a mess on my fingers––so good for me.”

He slid his fingers out of you and you whined when you looked back to see him cleaning them with his tongue, sucking your wetness off, he really was drunk on your taste. He pulled you up and gave you a wet kiss, letting you taste yourself. You were both moaning into each other, Sebastian’s hands roaming all over your body, one hand grabbing your ass, the other gripping your waist as he moved the both of you around.

Within no time, he was sitting against the headboard, his hands pulling you over his hips as he looked up at you with hunger in his gaze. “This cock is yours baby, take it.”

You swallowed a whimper and grabbed his member, swiping it between your folds, making him buck into you slightly and hiss. “Fuck, don’t tease me baby, please.” His hands gripped your waist. “Put me inside, come on.” You smiled and put the tip in before sliding down slowly, the both of you moaning out loud.

“Your little pussy feels so tight––so good around my cock, gorgeous, fuck.”

“Think you can take it deeper princess?” You slid down further on his cock and he groaned, his hands digging into your ass before one of his arms slid around your waist to hold you close. “That’s it, take my cock baby, such a good girl––”

You bounced up and down slowly to get used to the stretch and Sebastian’s eyes were trained on you, entranced by how you looked bouncing on him. “Look so fucking good, doll. Feel amazing too.” He leaned forward and left kisses on your chest, before swirling his tongue around your nipple and sucking, making you cry out, one of your hands digging into his shoulder, the other grabbing his hair, making him moan around you sinfully.

When your pace started to falter, he quickly took over. He bent his knees and started to pound into you from underneath and you gasped, trying to bury your face in the crook of his neck, overwhelmed by the force and speed behind his thrusts but he brought his hand up to grab your throat and pull you up, his hips never ceasing.

“Look at me baby, look at me while you take that cock.”

Your brows were furrowed as you looked at him, your eyes aching to flutter shut but also mesmerized by the sight in front of you. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass was loud and hypnotizing, his pace never faltering and repeatedly hitting your special spot.

His eyes never drifted from your face, gaze flitting from your eyes to your lips occasionally before he’d pull you in for a reeling kiss. After a couple minutes you could feel yourself getting close again, your third orgasm needing a bit more effort to reach. You were pushing your hips back to meet Sebastian’s thrusts, the ache in your stomach almost unbearable, the pressure needing to snap soon.

He could tell you were getting desperate and luckily enough, he was getting close as well. “You wanna feel me drip inside of you baby, want me to fill you up with my cum?” You whined and he cursed at the sound and the feeling of you clenching around him from his words. “Can tell you’re close––Cum with me baby, wanna feel you cum around my cock while I fill you up.”

He brought his hand back down to your ass and let you lean forward to kiss and bite at his neck. You slid your hand down your body to rub at your clit but he was quick to move your hand away, his voice gruff and hot in your ear. “Ah ah, that’s my job baby, you know that. You just stay there and feel good, okay?”

You moaned loudly in his ear and he chuckled, rubbing your clit furiously as you both bucked into each other desperately. “Yes fuck me back baby, squeeze me with that tight little pussy, yes yes––”

You tensed above him as your mouth dropped open, your legs trembling around him and he kept thrusting into you as he came as well with a loud groan. “Fuuuck––” He thrusted a few more times, letting the both of your releases slide down his cock before he fucked them back into you, making you whine.

His hands came down to grab your ass again and he spread your cheeks, letting his cock slide in and out of you a few times for the camera before the director said cut. She praised you guys and the crew started wrapping everything up, letting you and Sebastian cool off together, seeing you were in your own little world.

You both sat up, still connected and smiled at each other. Sebastian’s hands trailed over your back soothingly as his eyes glinted up at you. “How you feelin’ doll?” He licked his lips, clearly knowing the answer, but you indulged him.

You let your fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck and smiled when his eyes fluttered shut for a second, his head leaning further into your touch. “Really good. Amazing, honestly.” You tilted your head teasingly, “You really know how to treat a girl, huh?”

His cheeks turned a subtle shade of pink as he laughed sheepishly. “I try.” It was honestly charming that despite his reputation, he was still humble and flustered from compliments. “That was probably one of the best shoots I’ve ever done, honestly.”

You raised your brows, surprised and flattered. “Really?”

He bit his lip and nodded. “Really.” He squeezed your waist playfully, “I should thank you for working with me again, I hope I made it worth your while.”

You clenched around him teasingly and he gasped softly, “I think I should be the one thanking you.”

He hummed, “Well then we’re both thankful for each other then, how’s that?”

You nodded with a smile, “Okay.”

He leaned in for a quick kiss that may have turned into a few more pecks, just as a way of wrapping up the scene and comforting each other while you calmed down, your hands holding and caressing each other softly. But soon, you were both cleaned up, back in your robes and Sebastian was walking you to your dressing room.

When you reached it, the both of you stopped and sighed. “Alright,” he placed a hand on your waist and gave you a friendly kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you doll. Get home safe, okay?”

“I will,” you smiled. “Bye Seb.” With that, he winked and was on his way and you made your way into your dressing room, shocked to find a familiar face on your couch, prompting a very familiar feeling to burst in your chest.

“Tom––”

He sat there, legs spread, his phone in his hand as he stared up at you with a smile, his eyes quickly flitting from Sebastian’s retreating figure to you. “Darling.”

You closed the door and walked into his open arms as he sat up, setting his phone aside and motioning for you to come over. He slid his arms around your waist and you placed your hands on his shoulders as you looked down at him. “What are you doing here?”

He pretended to be offended, his mouth dropping open. “Are you not happy to see me?”

You shook your head with a smile, “That’s not what I said.”

His mouth closed into a fond smile, his eyes twinkling as he looked up at you, resting his chin on your stomach. “I just wanted to see you.” You could see his cheeks turning the faintest shade of pink as his eyes widened slightly. You’d told him about the scene you’d be filming today and he couldn’t help but stop by. “If that’s okay? I guess I should have asked before showing up like this. I’m s––”

You laughed, the pretty sound making him trail off as he stared at you almost in awe. You brought a hand up to his cheek and looked down at him warmly. “It’s okay Tommy. It was a nice surprise.”

He raised his brows hopefully, “Yeah?”

You nodded, looking into his eyes. “Yeah.” You snapped out of your daze and tried to get out of his hold but he held you tighter, making you roll your eyes playfully. “Tom, I have to shower and get dressed.”

He buried his cheek in your stomach in response. “Don’t wanna let go.” His words were muffled against your robe. “You’re comfy.” Your hand came around to scratch at his scalp and he groaned, the vibrations strong against your stomach as he closed his eyes. “That’s definitely not helping you here.”

You looked up at the ceiling, more amused than exasperated. “Do you want to join me in the sh––”

He got up before you could finish your sentence. “Yes.” He took your hand with a cheeky smile and led you to the shower in your dressing room, stripping his clothes off while you untied your robe.

He turned the knob in the shower and you took the liberty of letting your eyes trace along the veins of his arms as he stretched, then the muscles in his back, and the curves of his ass, finding yourself getting distracted rather easily, so much so that you didn’t notice him talking to you at first until he waved his hand, with a cheeky smile on his face.

“You okay there? You seem a little distracted.”

You felt your cheeks heat up as you looked into his eyes. “Mhm no I’m––I’m good.”

He laughed, bringing his hand up to scratch the back of his head, no doubt to flex and get you more flustered. He licked his lips and hummed. “Well, come here.” You stepped forward embarrassingly quickly and he slipped his hands down to hold your waist gently as he leaned forward, letting his lips just about graze yours. You tilted your head and were about to close the distance between you when he swerved his head to whisper in your ear. “Let me know if the water’s good for you.”

You could feel him holding back his laughter and huffed out a breath as you shoved him aside, making him yelp before he cackled softly behind you. You leaned forward and put your hand under the water before retracting it almost immediately with a soft gasp.

You turned back to look at Tom, unsurprised to see his eyes flitting upwards from your lower half, wide half from concern and from being caught. “What––what’s wrong?”

“Tom, this is freezing.”

His head jerked back slightly as he looked at you, offended. “Wha––No it’s not, that’s a completely normal temperature.”

You shook your head, “No, it most definitely is not. Do you seriously shower in this?”

He nodded. “Every day, thank you very much.”

You turned back around to make it warmer, “Well this just won’t do.” You turned the knob a good amount and felt the water, adjusting it until you were satisfied. “There, that’s better.”

You looked back to see Tom staring at you incredulously. “There’s no way I’m getting in that.”

“What do you mean?”

“Love, there’s steam coming from it! Are you trying to cook us alive?”

You rolled your eyes, “Drama queen.” You sighed and went back to the knob, making a face to yourself when you realized there actually was steam coming from the water. You turned it as cold as you could handle, somewhere in the middle and stepped out of the way for Tom to test it. “This is the best compromise I can make.” You lifted your head, “Otherwise we can’t shower together.”

He pouted but tested the water, “Alright. I can deal with this.” He gave you a cheeky smile as he stepped closer to you. “For you.” He pressed his lips to your cheek and let you step in first, giving your ass a squeeze as you walked by him.

You took your time cleaning up, the both of you touching each other gently and soothingly as the water fell down on the two of you.

Tom spread the soap on your body for you, his hands lathering your chest, down to your stomach, then your arms, his eyes never leaving your face. He turned you around and spread the soap along your back, before one hand rested on your waist, the other reaching around you to slide it up your torso to your neck. His chest was pressed up against your back and you gasped quietly when he squeezed your throat ever so slightly, pressing his lips against your jaw and letting his hand trail back down and fall to his side briefly.

He stepped back and slid his hands down your back, bending down to let his hands fall over your ass, massaging them gently and generously before he lathered your legs as well.

When he stood back up, his hands followed, gliding up your curves tenderly, familiarly. “This okay?” You turned your head over your shoulder to find his lips mere inches away from yours and your eyes immediately drifted to them, your breath suddenly heavier.

You nodded, “More than okay.” You turned around and placed your hands on his chest, stepping closer to him. “But you know, you need some too.” You pressed your chest against his and he took a sharp inhale, his hands gripping your waist as best he could. You raised one leg, wrapping it around his waist and his hand was quick to glide along your leg to hold behind your knee and squeeze your thigh slightly, making sure you stayed steady.

You pressed your lips against his finally and he moaned quietly into your mouth, his lips moving gently against yours as one of his hands reached down to grab your ass cheekily and pull you impossibly closer. The two of you got lost in each other for a moment but you pulled away to catch your breath after a few minutes.

Tom took the soap and put some in your hands, winking after he put it back in it’s spot. “Don’t forget my back, darling.” He turned around and you smiled to yourself before rubbing it along his shoulders, into his skin, taking your time to feel him up as he did to you. You lathered him up, your fingers pressing into his ass generously, making him smirk to himself––people did tend to take a liking to it, according to the comments on in his videos, anyway.

You stepped closer to him and let your breasts press up against his back, bringing your arms around to caress and spread the soap on his torso as well. You let your hands slip down to his v-line every now and then and on the third time, he took a sharp breath and turned around, wrapping his arms around you and kissing you deeply, letting bbth your bodies go under the water to wash off.

He gave you a few quick pecks before pulling away and turning you back around so your back was against his chest and trailed one hand down your body, the other holding your neck and your jaw, tilting your head to face him. His lips grazed against yours as he spoke, his hand stopping just under your belly button.

“You’re probably still sensitive, yeah?”

You swallowed and nodded. “A little.”

He looked at you earnestly, and you could tell he was ready to collect himself and stop completely if you said so. “Do you want to stop?”

You shook your head, “No. Want you.”

His lips curved into a smile before he gave you a sweet kiss, muffling your gasp as his hand slid between your thighs. He spread your lips with two fingers before his middle tapped on your clit, making you jolt in his hold, prompting him to chuckle against your lips. “So fucking cute.”

He began rubbing your clit and your hips rolled into his touch, still sensitive from before, but nonetheless wanting more, your body always giving in to him. “I’ll make you feel so good,” he whispered, “even better than he did.” His other hand squeezed your throat lightly and you whimpered both from the not so subtle dig at Sebastian and the alluring pressure around your neck, your lips faltering against his, prompting him to take control of the kiss.

You tried to reach a hand behind to help him out but he held you tight. “I’ll take care of that after, you just let me take care of you, yeah?” He whispered against your lips before kissing you again, quickly distracting you. He slipped two fingers inside of you and crooked them precisely, sliding his thumb over your bundle of nerves before rubbing fiercely––the pressure building inside of you almost making your legs buckle.

You pulled away to moan breathlessly, your mouth dropped open as you stared into his eyes, completely at his mercy and you could see an almost enamored look in his eyes.

“Beautiful.” He whispered, almost to himself as he watched you, coming undone in his arms and that was enough for your head to fall back, your eyes fluttering shut as you let out a few high moans, your legs trembling under the warm water as he held you in place.

For a few seconds, you let your eyes stay closed, focusing on the water falling down on the both of you, the feeling of Tom’s hands and lips on your body as he guided you back to him. You blinked your eyes open to find him smiling at you softly, his gaze tracing over your features fondly as he rubbed your clit softly. You rolled your hips into his touch until he pulled his hand away, bringing it up to rest on your stomach to hold you close.

Turning around in his arms, you pressed your lips against his which he eagerly welcomed. You let one of your hands reach up to tug at his hair while the other trailed down his body to grab a hold of his hard member. He moaned against your lips and you smiled, starting to stroke him and you could tell he was already close. The fact that making you come was enough to send him close to the edge, sent another wave of arousal through your body and a boost to your ego.

You stroked him faster at a steady pace, sighing when his hands gripped your waist tightly, one of his hands sliding down to grab your ass. “Wanna make you feel good, Tommy.” He cursed quietly and you smiled. “Come for me, please?”

He groaned softly and leaned his forehead against yours, bucking his hips into your hand before he came, the water quickly washing it away. You stroked him a few more times slowly until he gasped slightly, overwhelmed from the stimulation.

He kissed your forehead and looked at you with a clearly satisfied smile. “You really are something else.”

You quickly rinsed off, sharing one more sweet kiss and got out of the shower, Tom helping you dry off afterwards. You both got dressed and were soon on your way out of the building.

As you reached the end of the lobby, he pushed the door open for you, guiding you with a hand on the small of your back. “Let me walk you to your car?”

You smiled and nodded, “I’d like that.”

You could see him hesitating for a bit as you walked side by side to the parking lot, his eyes looking down as his hand grazed yours a few times. Finally, after taking a deep breath, he reached over to hold your hand and looked over at you, eyes wide and vulnerable. “Is this okay?”

You swallowed and wrapped your hand around his, squeezing playfully to ease the both of your nerves. “It’s perfect.” You smiled and he smiled back, a light blush on his cheeks as he bit his lip to contain himself, looking back down to his feet sheepishly as he walked.

You could feel the flustered nerves bubbling in your stomach––though you and Tom were close, crazily enough, something as simple as holding hands felt like something more, something good.

––❊––

The next day you woke up to a text from Tom asking if he could come over with breakfast for the two of you and you eagerly accepted. You got out of bed and stayed in your pajamas, only washing up and brushing your teeth since Tom said he was coming by in his sweats anyway. You liked that you could be casual with each other, that you didn’t have to put up a front, or try really hard to impress one another––you liked being with him.

Though you didn’t have to dress up super nice or anything, you still decided to clean up your house a little bit, putting any dirty dishes you’d left around in the dishwasher and fixing up the pillows on the couch, stuff like that.

It was almost an hour later that Tom arrived, the sound of the doorbell sending an excited thrill through your body and a few butterflies in your stomach. You opened the door almost immediately and were greeted with that oh so familiar charming smile that had you flustered every time you saw it. Tom was wearing grey sweats, as he had mentioned, along with a black hoodie, the hood over his head––and he looked as good as ever.

“Morning, gorgeous.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek and you blinked a few times to wake yourself up from your reverie, stepping out of the way so he could come inside.

Your voice was soft as you watched him walk through the door like a crushing school-girl. “Hi Tommy.”

His eyes crinkled as his smile deepened from your nickname for him and he set the bag of food on the counter in your kitchen. He took his hood down and fluffed his hair with one hand half-heartedly and you could tell he was a bit distracted.

You walked up next to him and placed a hand on his jaw, turning him to face you. He looked into your eyes, his own wide and curious, but nonetheless, welcome to whatever you had to offer. It was adorable. “Thank you for the breakfast. You didn’t have to.” You gave him a small smile and he returned it, a light blush coating his cheeks.

His hands slid down to your waist and gripped it gently. “Of course.” He leaned closer so your noses were touching, “But I wanted to.” He pressed his lips against yours tentatively and you sighed softly as he pulled you closer, his embrace warm and comforting.

He gave you a few long, tender kisses before pulling away and taking a deep breath, his forehead against yours.

“You okay?”

He pulled back, his arms wrapped around your waist as he looked at you. “Yeah I just…I wanted to ask you something actually…” He looked between your eyes hesitantly and you could feel the nervous energy radiating off of him and seeping into you.

You swallowed, your nerves getting the best of you, and nodded slowly. “Okay…What’s up?”

He looked down and blew out a puff of air before looking back up at you. “Okay so…I’ve really liked spending time with you, getting to know you––in more ways than one,” he joked, to ease the tension. “And I––just really like being with you, holding you, calling you mine…So I was wondering if you wanted to make this a little more permanent?”

You could feel your heart beat faster in your chest.

He gave you a sheepish smile, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

You bit your lip but it was no use as the smile burst on your face. Tom gave you a lopsided grin, “I’ll take that as a yes?”

You nodded quickly, overcome with emotions––relief, happiness. “Yes, it’s a definite yes.”

“Good, that’s––that’s great.” He chuckled, unsure of what to do with himself. “I really like you.”

You placed your hands on his cheeks, your smile beaming on your face. “I really like you too.” You leaned back into him and kissed again, this time more passionately, more certain, but just as sweet.

After a short moment, you pulled away and Tom pouted at you, leaning back in for more. You obliged him, his pout getting the best of you, but the second time, you didn’t give in. When you dodged him, he simply went to your cheek and left a few small pecks there. “S’not very nice to deny your boyfriend his kisses, you know.”

You felt a tingly feeling inside from him calling himself your boyfriend and you knew at that moment, that feeling wouldn’t be going away any time soon. You laughed, the sound immediately making him smile against your cheek. You ran a hand through his hair and he hummed. “Well I don’t want the food you brought to go to waste.”

“Mm no we don’t want that.” He mumbled against your face, still leaving his kisses and you rolled your eyes, amused and flustered.

“Tommy,” he hummed and you laughed lightly. “Can we please eat?”

He sighed and stole a quick kiss before standing up straight, his hands still at your waist, a cheeky smile on his face. “Anything for my girl.��

He let you walk past him to where he set the food down but kept his hands on you, sliding his arms around your waist as he plopped his head over your shoulder. “Can you sit on my lap while we eat, though?”

You turned your head towards your shoulder to see him and he raised his brows a few times and you sighed. “Okay.”

He squeezed your sides playfully, smiling at your gasp. “Don’t act like you don’t want to. Besides, my lap is your official seat now, you’ve gotta claim it.”

You turned back to the food to get it out of the bag. “Okay fine. I’ll claim it now while we’re eating…And later as well, how’s that sound?”

His brows furrowed, “Later? What do you mean?”

You smiled, and pushed back into him, biting your lip when he moaned softly. “I’m sure you can figure it out, Tommy.”

“Shit––” His grip tightened on your waist. “You’re gonna kill me, you know that?”

You turned around and looked at him, a teasing glint in your eyes. “Is that a bad thing?”

He licked his lips and shook his head, “Not at all, darling,” caging you in against the counter with his arms, before leaning in to kiss you. “You can do whatever you want to me, I’m all yours.”

––❊––

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