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Word count: 3089 Content and warnings: pornstar!Kaeya x pornstar!Reader au, reader is afab and goes by she/her, smut, edging, teasing, orgasm delay/denial (for reader), oral (f receiving), reader isn’t supposed to make any sound (hold the moan stuff), plot what plot / porn without plot, reader is kind of taking the role as a pillow princess in this Notes: not proof-read, breaking my silence in posting with this, I might/will probably rewrite this later down the line

An easy gig with a well-known pornstar. POV-shot, for women, focus completely on him. The task was simple: just lie on the bed, move organically but not too much, and try to be as silent as possible. The person watching is meant to be able to imagine it was them. It was straight to the point and clinical.

“It’s more for the audience than for you.” That’s what the director told you.

That’s easy enough, you thought.

You’ve had to fake your way through good videos multiple times, so it’s refreshing that you won’t have to this time. Just look pretty so that the man they brought in could look pretty too.

He walked in with a saunter, tight skinny jeans doing nothing to hide his lean figure, his button-down unopened at least halfway down his shirt. No wonder he was so popular, he was stunning. Pretty blue eyes, dark blue hair gently draped over one of them. Long fingers delicately held the cup he drank from. Soft smile on his face; he also seemed genuine, sweet. Albeit a little flirty, but with the way the girls giggled around him when he talked, it was obvious they didn’t mind at all.

After talking to makeup and hair for a little, he came to introduce himself to you, cameras still getting set up all around you.

“Hi,” he smiled softly, he wanted to make you feel comfortable, “I’m Kaeya.”

“Y/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

He smiled wider at that. “Likewise.” The camera men walked away then, satisfied with their setup. Kaeya sat down on the bed you were laying on, his face up close near yours. “Let’s get comfortable with each other, shall we?”

You nodded, swallowing at his proximity. You’ve been near men, attractive men, many times before — but Kaeya had a presence you couldn’t shake. The charisma through the camera wasn’t just an act, he knew exactly how to draw people in: voice low so you had to lean in, his cologne so nice that you didn’t mind.

He moved your hair away from your face, breath cold on the expanse of your jaw, before kissing you, closed-mouth and gentle at first. He moved away to check if you were okay with it, and moved back in once he was satisfied you were. Soft lips danced over yours, his tongue swiping over, and you moaned into his mouth, moving your hands over his chest and around his neck. He touched you, then. Placed one hand over your waist, the other had his fingers trailing down your neck and chest, over the silk pajamas they had you in, toying with the buttons.

By the time he lifted his face away from yours, you were successfully flushed, lips bitten red and eyes wide and hazy. He smirked at that, admiring the way you looked under him and the film hadn’t even started.

“I’m looking forward to working with you, Y/N,” he whispered to you before taking his place as everyone moved to get started.

“Everyone in position?” The director’s voice boomed from one corner, giving you a chance to pull yourself together and straighten your clothing. “Let’s have you sitting up for the first shot, Y/N. Move positions in a way that feels most organic to the scenes, alright? Great. 3, 2, 1, action.”

Kaeya sat right in front of you, smirk still evident from earlier, but he understands he has a role to play now.

“You look beautiful,” he was speaking into the camera, but you couldn’t help but blush just a little. Being under his attention was more intoxicating than you thought. Gods, you thought, get yourself together.

He moved to kiss down your neck, camera zooming in on him. You were given the cue that the microphone increased its sensitivity to listen in on the sounds, so you measured your breathing to keep it as unheard as possible.

“Can I take this off of you?” he asked, and you knew you weren’t meant to answer. It was for the audience. His long fingers were delicate, tracing down the v of the shirt before unbuttoning each button, adding to the anticipation.

He breathed in sharply when he pushed the garment off your shoulders, the lingerie molded delicately to your skin. “Wow,” he breathed. It’s just for show, you thought to yourself, but he seemed so genuine at it. And little did you know, he was.

He was enraptured by you, looking at the way your breasts moved as you breathed. Sure, he’s had his fair share of sex, especially in this industry, but he was given the liberty of choosing whoever he wanted for this POV film, and he chose you. And he felt grateful for it, especially as he took the clothing off you.

His fingers trailed down each bra strap, toying with it as he kissed down your décolletage, moving his fingers down to your breasts. He pinched each clothed nipple, the lace creating beautiful friction, and your breath hitched at the touch. He carefully reached back and peeling off the lace, gesturing for you to lay down as he revealed your breasts.

“You’re beautiful,” he said again, before thumbing each nipple. Your pussy clenched around nothing. He took one nipple into his mouth, tonguing at it, teeth scraping lightly, one of his hands squeezing at the flesh of the other breast. His other hand trailed down your stomach, running circles over the soft skin. As your breathing deepened, he moved on to the next breast, copying his motions before kissing down your stomach. Both of you almost forgot about the numerous cameras pointed at you, entranced in the feel of each other, until a camera came to hover some height over you. Kaeya looked into the camera and winked cheekily, before descending his hands down to the waistband of your shorts.

“Can I take these off?” He asked, and you opened your mouth to reply before he looked at you pointedly. You blushed at your forgetfulness, and he smiled as if you had replied, swiping the clothing down your legs, his cold fingers leaving goosebumps over them.

He trailed his tongue over the waistband of your underwear, and it took everything in you not to moan or beg for him to take it off, so you bit your lip instead. He smirked at this, and trailed his lips down the edge of your underwear at the junction of your thigh, fingers trailing effortlessly at the sensitive junction of the other thigh. He was good at that, the simultaneous and symmetrical actions. He bit into the flesh of your inner thigh, shocking you at the pain and causing you to clasp a hand over your mouth, undoubtedly leaving a mark. He moved his hands to bend your knees, kissing at the inside of your knee, trailing wet kisses down your thigh. The anticipation, the wait, it made your core ache.

He placed a light kiss over your clothed core, gently placing his fingers over the wet spot that was created. “You’re so wet,” he stated, blue eyes glittering up at you. He traced a fingertip around your clit, and you wanted to beg him to just touch you. To have you. Filming porn had never felt like this, so real, so desperate, not with anyone. There was no need for lube to fake how wet you were. You weren’t even supposed to react, and yet you couldn’t help it. He ran another circle around your clit, and then again with his nail, the circles getting closer to where you needed him. When he finally swiped over it, you felt like you might choke on the tension, hand still over your mouth and legs tensing.

Kaeya loved this, loved that you couldn’t speak or react. Loved the way you had to keep everything inside, it made him so hard in his pants that he himself had to resist trying to find some sort of friction. This was porn, this was filmed and for women, and he couldn’t be acting selfish about his own needs. He clenched his jaw at the sight of you, flushed underneath him and gripping at your own mouth, the other hand fist-closed. The effect he and the situation had on you was unreal, and he definitely wasn’t unaffected.

He licked over the wet spot of your underwear, then again over your clit. The warmth of his tongue and saliva seeping through the material made your legs tense, threatening to close, and Kaeya noticed. As he removed the last piece of clothing from you, he placed your legs around each of his shoulders to prevent you from closing around him.

He trailed his tongue over either side of our outer labia, and as he was about to descend his tongue to your most inner parts-

“Do not move at all,” you heard the director suddenly say. Kaeya’s tongue was still out and so close to your heat, and your head was just resting on a pillow looking down at him. The camera team started moving to switch batteries, and you realised you would likely be in this frozen frame from hell for at least a couple of minutes. You breathed hard, looking up at the ceiling before looking back down at Kaeya. His eyes glinted with a little something, and then you noticed his tongue start to move, just a little, as it grazed over your clit oh so lightly. Your eyes rolled back to the ceiling again as you tried not to scream, feeling Kaeya’s chuckle in his shoulders as he watched your reaction. Oh, he was having so much fun with this. As he moved his tongue back, you could see a connection of saliva and your slick between his tongue and your core. You felt like your body was on fire.

“Alright, Y/N,” you were forced back to reality at the director’s voice, “just so you know, the microphone is going to increase in sensitivity again so that we can detect the sounds of his tongue on your pussy. That kind of ASMR has been really in lately. So try to keep quiet, yeah?”

You nodded back at the director, moving your hand away to smile at him and act unfazed, but Kaeya knew better.

“Okay, start rolling again in 3, 2, 1.”

Kaeya’s looked straight into the camera as he slid his tongue languidly over your cunt, slowly from the bottom of your slit to the top of your clit. You squeezed the sheets underneath you as he did it again and again and again, before sliding his tongue into your folds. He licked into the canal, the warm muscle reaching further than you thought it would inside of you, before coming out and running a swipe over your clit. You were supposed to make absolutely no noise whilst he was doing all this? What made you think you could do it?

“Do you think you could take a finger, sweetheart?” He asked, breaking you out of your spiral. He knew you couldn’t answer, but he liked the idea that you could. He knew you’d be able to take a finger anyways, maybe even a couple, given how wet you were. He slid one of his long fingers in, the squelch audible, pistoning into you as he moved his tongue back to your clit.

He wanted it to be as hard for you as possible to stay silent, and my gods were you feeling it. Your hand clamped down so hard over your mouth it might’ve affected your breath, as he so expertly flicked his tongue over your clit over and over again. Your thighs tensed, and you arched your back, as his tongue suddenly started to slow. You looked down at him, only to see him looking back at you with a cheeky grin. Oh, he was so going pay for this. He was teasing you on purpose.

He just wanted to see you react, wanted to make a difference to the way he’d seen you in porn before — performative. But right now, in this moment, he knew this was real and raw, and he couldn’t get enough of it. He sped his tongue up again, lapping at your folds, microphone picking up every lewd sound as he brought you to your peak. You felt the pleasure like a ball rolling up a cliff before falling off the precipice, back arching and thighs shaking as you came undone on his tongue.

Even then, he didn’t cease his administrations until you had completely come down from your high. As you shifted your thighs due to the post-orgasm sensitivity, he finally lifted his mouth off of you.

“You look so pretty when you cum, baby.”

He wasn’t lying. He said it for you, for the way his dick pressed against his pants at the sight of your pleasure. You flushed under his gaze. He stood and proceeded to strip in front of you, like a show. Fingers deftly unbuttoning the rest of his shirt to reveal more of his tanned skin, lean figure obviously strong underneath. His pants then followed, the unzipping sound echoing in the room, his boxers following, revealing probably the prettiest dick in porn.

He looked so hard, so aching — pretty dusted pink tip pearling with pre. You wanted to take it in your mouth, and lifted your torso up to do so, before he pushed you back down.

“This is about you. Why don’t you go ahead and lie down all pretty for me, and I’ll take care of the rest, hmm?”

You nodded, though you knew you didn’t need to. He towered over your figure, bringing his finger to your folds, trailing them over the sensitive skin that almost brought mewls to your mouth before you clasped a hand over again. God, he loved your reaction — loved the resistance within you, made him impossibly harder. He put one finger in, then two, prepping you for his member.

He grabbed the back of your thighs on either side of you, pulling you closer to him as he rested the tip over your aching hole, rubbing it up and down your slit, coating it with both your slick.

“Beg for it,” he chuckled, looking down at you with piercing blue eyes. You almost answered before he wrapped a hand around your throat, ceasing your ability to speak.

“That’s a good girl, keep going.” And that’s all the warning you got before he started to slowly sheath himself inside of you, inch by inch to help you accommodate to him. You fit him perfectly, like you were made for him, and he groaned at the feeling. You were dripping, coating him in your slick, your velvety walls clenching around him made him dizzy in the head. Sure, he’s had lots of people in bed, but none of them compared to the way you felt right now around him, to the way you looked holding on for dear life underneath him. As he finally sheathed fully inside of you, you let out a soft “oh“ at the feel of the tip lightly brushing your cervix.

This is the hardest part, you thought, getting fucked by a perfect dick without making any fucking sound.

He slid out of you tentatively before thrusting into you, arching your back as his nails dig into your thighs. You started being unable to resist the small gasps that left your mouth as he fucked you, hands wrapping around his arms. He loved it, loved the way you couldn’t contain yourself. His chest shone with sweat as you ran your hands down his torso. He lifted one of your legs higher, leaning down into you, the angle hitting a spot just right inside of you to make you see stars, and he knew he got it right by the way you were clenching around him. You wrapped your fingers into his hair, clutching at the bottom of his scalp. You were getting louder, gasps turning into mewls to moans as his dick touched places you didn’t even know you had.

He wrapped a hand over your mouth, you both still had a job to do, before thrusting into you harder. To be fair, he couldn’t contain himself either, not with the way your pussy wrapped around his hard member so perfectly. He touched foreheads with you, shifting to kiss your neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark but you couldn’t care less. Couldn’t care about anything but reaching your high, nails digging into your arms as the hot coil in your belly tightened.

He removed his hand from his mouth to kiss you, wet and hard and needy, tongues tangling as his hand rested lightly on your throat, squeezing before moving down to between your bodies to rub at your clit, your slick allowing for the silky feel of his fingers to bring you higher. He pressed down, rubbing small circles once, twice, and on the third time your hands fisted his hair and your thighs clenched hard around him, tipping over as your body shook. Your walls fluttered around his dick that made his lust-filled fog so hazy he released inside of you, groaning into your ear. His thrusts slowed, time slowed. You don’t know how long you both laid there, basking in your post-sex state. The camera men moved on a while ago, you heard their soft scurry and the director saying something that sounded like a “well done, that was great”. Makeup and hair left halfway through your shoot. They left both of you in the recording room alone.

“Are you okay?” Kaeya asked, breath still in progress of evening out.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay. Are you?” You moved the hair out of his face as you asked. It was affectionate, soft, and Kaeya found himself enjoying it.

“Yeah.”

He looked down at you, eyes flitting from your eyes to your lips, before leaning down to kiss you again. He couldn’t help it, there was something inside of him that wanted to show you affection. Give you the kind of adoration you deserved.

The kiss was soft, easy, sweet. Nothing like the way he fucked you. He cupped your jaw gently in his palm.

“Thank you for taking part today,” he said, smiling. It wasn’t his trademark smirk, it was genuine.

“I would like... to see you again. Maybe. Off work?”

You nodded quickly before he could second-guess himself. “Yeah, I would like that too.”

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