Off-Script - Optional Bias
A/n: I literally opened word, dissociated, wrote this, came back. Like, I'm just as confused as you are. You're welcome or I'm sorry. I don't know.
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"You want me to what?" You choked on your iced coffee before quickly trying to wipe the liquid away from your mouth before people noticed.
"Look, it's not like I'm asking you to let me tie you up in a dungeon and electrocute you. It's just handcuffs and a camera." He said nonchalantly and your eyes widened.
You were in the middle of a coffee shop.
At ten in the morning.
For fuck's sake.
"I think you need better meeting places, first of all." You cleared your throat, the subtle taste of simple syrup filling your mouth. "Second, what if people find out?"
Making homemade sex tapes with your long-term friends with benefits had never been on your bucket list. Or on any list for that matter. But here he was, offering it up like he was asking you to a movie.
When he first brought it up, you were intrigued by the simplicity of it. Your faces would be hidden, the videos cropped to not show too much of the room you were filming in. Maybe even mess with the audio so neither of you sounded like yourselves.
But it still nagged at you that it couldn't be this simple.
There had to be a catch.
"I've had that account for years, and no one's found out." He stated as if it was common knowledge. "Look, are you in or not? I can always find someone else."
"And I just lay there? Handcuffed?" Your voice lowered as to not draw attention.
"There's a script." He said as he pulled out his phone before tapping a few times and giving it to you. "I just scribbled down popular phrases but it's open to being edited."
"No! What are you doing?!"
"Don't worry about it, it'll be over soon."
"It sounds like a snuff film, what the fuck?" You narrowed your eyes at him in confusion. "What fucking porn do you watch?"
"Please, just get me out of here~"
"Wait! What are yo-unf"
"And you wrote this?" You stared blankly at him, trying your hardest to find something else to say.
"You didn't even read it all." He defended. "But like I said. You can change it if you want."
"You watch too much porn. And the wrong kind."
He scoffed at the statement.
"And what is the 'right' kind? Enlighten me."
You swallowed at the sudden shift in conversation.
He may have been fucking you for a while, but he didn't know half the things you were into. You didn't expect it to get this far so you never came clean about any of your fantasies, especially because he didn't seem like the type to deliver.
So, you kept it short and sweet.
Had you known you'd find yourself in this situation, you might have said something, but hindsight's always twenty-twenty.
"I'm not answering that." You avoided eye contact. "But I'll rewrite this and send you something tomorrow."
"So, you'll do it?" He smiled and you rolled your eyes.
"You're acting like we've never fucked before."
"It's different this time." He rolled his own eyes. "This is something my fans have wanted for a while, but I didn't know who would be okay with it." He paused. "Whatever I make, I'll give you seventy percent. Pinky promise."
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As you stared at your notes app, you couldn't help but let your fantasies bleed into the script until you were almost embarrassed to send it back.
You could always blame someone, but who was there to throw under the bus? You could say you got it from a book, but what if he asked for the name? You could make up an online story you read but what if he thought you were a pervert?
Wait.
He was asking you to make a sex tape.
He's the pervert.
With that thought in mind, you sent it to him and quickly silenced your phone to go to sleep. Whatever he sent would be a tomorrow problem.
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When you woke up, you'd noticed that all his response to the script was the thumbs up emoji, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes.
Why were men like this?
You sent back your availability and told him to just pick a day and time and you'd be there, and he sent back another simple response.
"Thursday night's fine. Maybe around six since that's right before sundown."
Were all men this nonchalant? Or did you just only know men that didn't care much about anything? First, sex talks in a coffee shop. Now, casually setting up an amateur sex tape appointment like nothing.
Then again, you could just be being a little bitch about this. It probably wasn't even as deep of an issue as you thought.
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On the day of, you showed up with your change of outfit in a separate bag, not wanting to risk anyone seeing you, and you knocked on the apartment door. Butterflies filled your stomach as you heard his footsteps reaching the door and when it opened, you could barely keep yourself together.
He was freshly showered, his hair giving it away as it clung to his head. He was only wearing sweatpants that left little to the imagination. You quickly shook the thoughts from your head.
The fact that you were acting like you haven't seen any of him before was more than enough to make you feel stupid.
"Do you always get this dressed down to film?" You tried to break the one-sided tension you were feeling as you hurried past him.
"Comes with the job." He smirked. "Unless I'm cosplaying a rich CEO. That requires a bit more."
"Ha-Ha." You deadpanned. "I'm going to go get changed. Have you set up the room yet?"
You knew his guestroom was soundproofed but given that you could still see the dining table, you were wondering what the plan was.
"I bought a table for it." He nodded towards the table. "I wasn't sure if I'd be able to eat on my table again if I used it for this." He chuckled before looking at your hands. "And with those claws, I didn't want to leave any marks that could lead to questions."
You rolled your eyes and went to the restroom. You didn't bother locking it.
You looked into your bag and licked your lips as you pulled out the black mini skirt and thong. You mind raced as you peeled off your clothes and switched them. Next was the cropped hoodie, something you were more than happy to wear as it was the only piece of clothing to keep you warm.
When you walked out, you saw that he had changed into some pants and a shirt. Something so simple yet so attractive for no reason.
Maybe you were on edge today because you were finally going to do something you'd been wanting to do. This wasn't just another dick appointment, and it was getting to you.
You both walked into the guest room, and you saw a decently sized table, with the front side made to look like an actual kitchen.
Impressive, really.
The lights were what you would consider extreme, but then again, you didn't film content. And there was a single camera placed between the lights.
The table was tall enough that your feet would dangle when you bent over it and just long enough for you to lay over. The handcuffs were already around the legs on the table, and he helped you get comfortable.
"One cuff here~" He said in a sing-song tone as he closed the metal around your wrist before moving to the other one. "Two cuff there~"
"Has anyone ever told you how different you are in and out of the bedroom?"
"No, but most people don't really see me like this." He stated. "You're just so vanilla compared to the others that I feel comfortable enough to not be this big-bad-dom all the time."
You could only hum a response.
"Okay, so just checking." He said as he stood back up. "You were handcuffed while the place gets robbed and I'm a pervy little boyfriend who just can't help myself." He said in a joking tone and if it weren't for the cuffs on your hands, you'd have slapped his arm.
"Then you're all 'oh, thank god you're home, please help me out' and then I'm all 'I gotchu babe, I don't know how to uncuff you, but I can make you feel better'." He said as gave different voices.
"Do you have to do those voices?"
"This is why you're cuffed. So, I can do these voices." He huffed and you dropped your head in defeat. "But don't worry, I'm done now, and the camera's already set up. I just need to start it and we're good to go."
The one-sided tension was back, and you felt yourself growing wet at just the thought of how this would play out, but you tried to focus more on getting into character than how you yourself would react.
You heard the beep of the camera before he passed you to walk out.
You took a deep breath before he came back in.
"Oh my god, babe, what happened?" He said as his hands roamed around you.
"T-They came in and cuffed me so I couldn't call the cops." You put as much worry in your voice as you could muster. "They took the whole living room! You have to get me out of this!" You whined as you pulled on the cuffs.
"I don't think we have anything to cut those, let me go look." He said before walking past and rummaging through random drawers so the sound would pick up.
"I'm not se-" He paused as he walked back towards you. "You're wearing.." He said as his hand slid under the skirt to grope you.
"Babe, not now, we need to get me out of here." You wiggled again and his hand moved over to the other side to give it the same attention.
"We can call the police? The fire department?" He rasped out as he slid his finger under the thong to pull it, the fabric pushing against your clit making you squirm. "But I don't think they should see you like this."
"Okay, so then put me in something else and then call?" You put some annoyance in your tone, and you were met with his fingers over your clothed slit.
"You seem a bit stressed about this, baby." He whispered as he pressed a little harder, your hips betraying you as they pushed into the table. "Let me make you feel better before they come help, hm?"
You didn't have enough time before you felt him standing behind you, his bulge pressing into you.
"You cannot be serio-" You were cut off as he pulled back and thrusted against you, the force sending a shiver through you.
"C'mon, I promise I'll help you." He whispered. "Just let me have a little fun~"
He thrusted again and you couldn't help the whine that left you.
"F-Fine." You muttered. "Just make it quick."
He kept up the dry thrusting for what seemed like forever, the puddle in your underwear seeming to grow before he finally decided to touch you over the fabric again. His fingers left light touches over your clit as he chuckled lightly.
"Do you think you can cum before I actually touch you?" He whispered low enough for only you to hear.
This wasn't in the script, and you weren't sure what to say. You opted for a small moan instead as you felt him rub faster.
Your body had long forgotten about your roll as you bucked into his hand before whispering small pleas for him to touch you, all of which he ignored.
His free hand lifted your skirt so it was resting on your hips and his mouth pressed kisses against your cheeks before moving down to kiss over the fabric of your underwear. Your hips tried their best to grind against his tongue, but he kept a safe distance.
"I'm starting to think you're liking this a bit too much, baby." He hummed against you and your legs tried to close but he stopped them. "I bet you let them cuff you so I could find you like this."
The whines that left you picked up as you felt his tongue flatten against the fabric before he sucked over it, the speed of your hips picking up as you felt the familiar pressure build up inside you before snapping.
Your legs shook as he pulled away, his fingers looping in the waistband of the thong so he could lower it, reveling in the string of wetness that connected you to the fabric.
"Should I eat you out properly or use my fingers?" He said more to himself than to you. "Or both?" He hummed at the idea. "It's not like you have much of a say."
You wiggled again for the sake of the camera, but you couldn't help but feel high on lust as you thought about him using you however he wanted.
He didn't say anything, but you felt his lips pressing light kisses on your calf before making a trail towards your ass, only to stop and switch to the other side.
"Like a pretty little present." He whispered to himself as he ran his fingers through your folds before pushing in with an embarrassing ease. You let out a soft gasp as he was anything but gentle, your legs pressing together as if it would stop it.
You felt him spread your legs as he placed open mouth kisses against your clit. Your hands clawed at the table legs, trying to find something to ground you as you felt the coil in your stomach resurface.
You knew he knew. The way his lips closed around your clit. The way his fingers sped up inside you. There was no way he didn't know. And when he hummed around your clit to send you off, your legs shut around his head and he didn't bother opening them back up.
He let you come down before standing behind you again and you heard the sound of his zipper before the shuffling of pants.
"B-Babe, please-" You were cut off with a sharp smack to your ass and you whined.
"I'll stop when I'm done with you." He said sternly. "Don't make me gag you."
You swallowed hard and let out a shaky breath as you felt the warmth of him sliding between your folds.
"Or is that what you want?" His voice was lower as he coated himself in your juices. "You want me to gag you? Use your own ruined underwear to remind you how much you're enjoying this?" He scoffed. "Fucking slut."
He placed his tip at your entrance and slid in roughly, his hands placing themselves on your hips so he could use it as leverage. The table moved with each trust, and you were losing yourself with it.
"I bet you've been waiting for something like this, huh?" He delivered a harsh smack to your ass as he pushed himself all the way inside you, the sensation pulling a loud moan from you.
"N-No-I-"
Another smack.
"Don't lie. No one gets this wet from something they don't like."
His thrusts were faltering, and you clenched around him, trying to coax his orgasm out of him. You were far from cumming but with two orgasms under your belt, it wasn't like you were being denied.
He lasted a few more thrusts before he pulled out and came over the backs of your thighs before using his tip to smear it over your ass. With whatever strength you could muster, you brought the script back out.
"You had your fun, now let me out." You sighed and he chuckled.
"You look good like this." He said simply as he pulled your thong back up and fixed your skirt back over you. "I don't think I will."
"That's not fair, you said you'd help me out!" You whined, before putting up a weak fight against the restraints.
"I never said that." You could hear the boyish smile on his face. "I simply said I'd help you feel better."
You couldn't help but growl his name. "I swear to g-"
"You're still in a position to be used freely, y'know." He said as he slid your thong to the side, his fingers sliding in until they were knuckle deep. "I'd watch the attitude before I really do leave you like this."
You hated how you clenched around him at the thought. It was in the script, but you didn't think it would be that hot.
"Don't tell me you like that idea?" He said as he pulled his fingers out and lifted your skirt just enough for him to slide himself back in as a replacement. His hands found your hips and brought you impossibly closer to him. The pressure of him fully inside you making your feet fly up.
"Or did you just want me back inside you?" He cocked a brow, but you couldn't see. "Two orgasms weren't enough for you, my little free use toy?" He snickered as he started up a slow pace and you clenched at the nickname.
"Shut up." You whimpered through gritted teeth before you felt his finger coat itself in the slick surrounding your clit before circling around your puckered hole.
"You're so wet, I bet I could slide it right in." He gasped out at the thought.
"You wouldn-." You choked out as the tip of his finger slid in and out with ease.
"What are you gonna do?" He challenged as his hips picked up a faster pace. "Stop me?" He chuckled as he slid a little more of his finger in. "But if you promise to let me use this sweet little pussy of yours whenever I want, I might make an exception."
Your head was spinning. This shouldn't be as hot as it was.
"Whenever?" You whimpered as you felt his finger moving faster inside you.
"Whenever. Wherever." He said as he slipped another finger into you with ease. It was embarrassing how wet you realized you were. "Say it. That you'll be my little free use toy. Available at all times."
As he spoke, his free hand had moved so he could rub at your clit, your third orgasm approaching quicker now that you were feeling so many things at once.
"Please let me cum." You moaned out as your thighs started shaking. "Please-"
"Say it, and I will." His voice was stern, and you clenched at having no option but to reply.
"Ple-"
"I'll leave you like this." He warned, his finger on your clit rubbing faster.
You wanted to reply but as your thighs started closing around nothing, you couldn't help but find yourself nodding.
"Say. It."
"Yes, yes fuck, just please-" You chocked out as your wrists struggled against the cuffs involuntarily, the sound of metal filling the space. "I'll be your free use toy just please let me cu-"
Before you could finish your sentence, your orgasm overtook you and you shook against the table. His fingers that were inside you pulled out to push your back down in an attempt to steady you before he pulled out and flipped your skirt fully so he could cum on your ass.
As your body went limp against table, you felt his hands release you and the softness in his touch sent a shiver through you as he rubbed your back.
"I am kinda glad we changed the script." He chuckled as he pulled out slowly before fixing your thong back over you again.
You oh, so, very much wanted to bite back at how many times he went off script, but you would save it for when you could stand properly.
"I didn't know you wrote that script from a," He paused as a smirk took over. "Personal view."
You felt your head shoot up at him and you tried to give a glare but with how his smirk grew, you're sure you looked as intimidating as a hamster right now.
"You agreed to be free use." He reminded with a wink. "Don't make me hold you to it." He paused as he looked you over, his tongue swiping over his lips.
"Don't even think about it." You warned.
"I think you can stay like this for a few more hours." You heard the smirk in his voice as his hand lingered on the curve of your ass before giving it a harsh slap. The soft whimper you let out only egging him on.
"If editing this gets me horny again, I'd love for this to be waiting for me."
