ā° starring: reiner braun x fem!reader
ā° synopsis: in which you convince reiner to fuck you on camera.
ā° content warnings: consensual filming, unprotected sex, creampie, toys, fingering, dumbification, minor degradation, minor mentions of daddy bc i'm self indulgent
ā° word count: 4.6k
ā° a/n: for @/oh-katsuki's on the line collab <3 thank u cal for letting me join, please go see the other authors who wrote marvelous things
it's 6am and i haven't slept and i have class in an hour i'm going batshit insane
āyou want me to what?ā
you roll your eyes. āi want you to fuck me on camera.ā
reiner looks at you, incredulity painted across his face. ābabe, you canāt be serious.ā
āi am!ā you slouch over the kitchen island, elbows planted on the cool marble counter, hands propping your head up. āiām completely serious. this is my serious face. so many of my followers have asked about my boyfriend, wanna see you in action.ā you pout at him, eyes wide and doe-like as you watch him chuckle, tending to the frying pan. you canāt help the way your eyes trail over his toned body, fair skin marked with your love, and drooling just thinking about him fucking your brains out for the world to see. you could just imagine his arms, thick corded muscle swelling as he holds you down, hips pounding against yours as you lay there, pliant, taking it all.
āwipe your drool,ā he says tonelessly, serving your plate of pancakes with syrup, whipped cream and diced strawberries. you mouth waters; reinerās already such a wonderful boyfriend, but his cooking is godās gift to mankind. ālook, baby, you know i love you. i love what you do, and i support you, but i donāt knowā¦ā
you shake your head, mouth stuffed full of pancake. āiāsh okay,ā you beam, voice muffled. āi jusāh wanāed to asāhk. you donāt havāta.ā
ādo not speak to me with your mouth full,ā he chides, a gentle smile crossing his features. he wipes a bit of syrup off the corner of your mouth and brings it up to his lips. āmm. tastes good, yeah?ā
you nod, puckering your lips playfully.
āiāll think about it,ā he says after a long pause. you look at him, eyebrows raised, eyes glowing. āitās not a yes, but iāll think about it okay?ā
youāve been making content since before you met reiner. it wasnāt like you needed the money desperately, just a little here and there for extra spending money. you enjoyed it, enjoyed making the content, enjoyed seeing people get off to your videos, but when you got a boyfriend, you became a little more reserved about it. you were hesitant to tell reiner, weary of the possibilities of what he might say; that you were a whore, gold digger, whatever. youād heard it all before, but you liked reiner, and that made all the difference.
so when you told him, what you were not expecting was for him to go pink, flush dusting his cheeks and an awkward hand coming up to scratch at his neck, and for him to go, āi kinda already knewā¦ā
you whacked him. hard. āwhat do you mean you knew?ā you fired question after question at him, eyes filled with fiery mirth. you collapsed on the couch together, laughing as he explained how heād found you one day, never really thought anything about it until he met you in real life. āoh, so i wasnāt good enough for your money? is that what youāre saying?ā you teased him, pinching his arm.
āno! no!ā his hands gripped the thick of your hips, holding you steady. āi did subscribe, actually, but then i met you in real life, andā¦ā
now it was your turn to flush red. āand you never told me?ā
āi was waiting for you to be comfortable with saying it.ā
oh. he was more of a gentleman about it than you were expecting him to be, his thumb stroking patterns into your skin as you straddled his hips. ādid you⦠like the videos?ā you asked shyly, watching his jaw clench.
āyeah,ā he muttered. āa lot.ā
the thought of him watching you, his hand jerking off his thick cock, fuck, that sent heat straight to your cunt. you rolled once, tentatively against his hips, feeling the growing proof of his desire under you. āi can tell,ā you smirked at him, watching his breath hitch, his grip on you tightening. āwhich one did you like the most?ā
āi- fuck, stop that, i--ā
ācāmon, tell me.ā you leaned down, planting your lips against the column of his neck. āwhich one did you like? which one made you cum the most, honey?ā
āt-the one, with the black dildo. the big one. fuck, stop that!ā but his hands gripped you tightly, pulling you closer to him. āthat one was--ā
āhot, wasnāt it?ā your hands climbed under his tank top, cool fingers against his flushed skin. āi got a lot of donations from that one.ā
ādo me a favour,ā he murmurs, hand coming up to tangle in your hair, pulling you back sharply. you cut off with a gasp, meeting his stony gaze, soaked in honey and glitter. āonly use that toy with me.ā
itās obvious that reiner was supportive of you, so why are you overthinking it? did he not wanna be part of the videos because he was embarrassed? it was a huge ask, you admit, but you canāt help the sinking feeling you feel. he usually did the background work for you, helping you set up the camera, maybe even giving you an orgasm or two before you start, but never dared set foot in front of the red blinking light.
you get over it. you canāt force him to do anything, and if heās happy enough doing the backstage work, fine by you. but every time you sit in front of the camera, you canāt help but imagine it was him, fucking you senseless, leaving you a stupid mess under him. no toy could even compare to the size of his dick, not even the black one he loved so much, two inches shy of reinerās cock, and lacking the pretty veins you adored so much. youāre beat into the shape of him, so bad nothing satisfies you as much or as fast as him.
you canāt imagine how much youād lose control if you fucked him on camera, for thousands of viewers to see. and it looks like you wonāt ever get to know either.
āi wanna do it.ā
your head snaps up from your computer, at your boyfriend standing at the doorway, arms folded across his chest. āwhat?ā
āi wanna do it,ā he repeats, and you can see a shy smile start to creep onto his lips. āi wanna join your stream.ā
you wriggle out of the chair, flinging yourself onto him so forcefully he stumbles back slightly, a little laugh bursting through his lips. āyouāre serious? you wanna come on my stream?ā your eyes are wide, glinting wildly.
āoh, iāll come alright.ā you whack him loudly, rolling your eyes. āyes, yes, i wanna do it. gotta show those pervs who owns that pussy, hm?ā
god, when he says it like that. āgood. good.ā you swallow thickly, ignoring the sticky mess your thighs are starting to become. āi- should it be like, a video? or we could do a livestream, whatever you want. youāre the guest, you choose. i like both, but videos--ā
you cut off with a small gasp when you feel his hand snaked around your back, his large hand cupping your cunt. āstop rambling, baby,ā he murmurs. āitāll be like any other video or stream, yeah? no need to worry.ā
āiām not- iām not worried,ā you assure him, but youāre melting in his palm. you know he can feel how wet youāre getting at the simple prospect of him fucking you on camera. you rock your hips into his palm, neck craning to look at him. god heās so pretty, the sunlight catching his golden lashes, streaking over his face. theyāre gonna love him as much as they love you, you know it--
āyouāre soaked,ā he whispers. āthinking about it got you this riled up, huh?ā
āfuck you,ā his hand rubs gently, thumb ghosting over your clit through your panties. āf-fuck. fuck off, i have work to do.ā
āthatās not a nice way to say thank you,ā you can practically hear the smugness in his voice, and you canāt stop yourself from rocking into his hand; heās got you right where he wants you, falling apart at the smallest touches. āoh, i forgot to tell you, actually. i have one condition.ā
youāre nearly brainless, but you look up at him with curious eyes. āmm? whatās it?ā
āi get to do what i want to you.ā
you shouldnāt be scared. you convince yourself youāre not, but you canāt help the way you fidget nervously on the bed, twiddling your thumbs as reiner stands behind the camera. he fixes it up, focusing it on the bed where you lay. you both decided on a video rather than a stream, just for a little bit more control since itās his first time in front of the camera rather than behind it.
āhowās this look?ā you hear him ask, and you look up to him showing you the angle on the viewfinder. youāre sitting there, pretty and pink in his favourite lingerie set, the one that he had to reign himself in from tearing off of you when you walked out of the bathroom fifteen minutes ago.
you nod, biting the inside of your cheek. ālooks good.ā why are you nervous? youāve never been nervous around cameras since you first started, so why now? reiner seems to feel your restlessness, coming around to the bed and cupping your chin with his big, big palm.
āhey. look at me.ā your neck cranes up, and eyes lock on his. heās looking at you with the softest, most adoring glimmer in his eyes. ādo you want to do this? we donāt have to.ā
you laugh nervously. āshouldnāt i be saying that to you?ā
he smiles, leans down to press a syrupy kiss on your lips. āi got you. do you trust me?ā
never a trace of doubt in your voice as you murmur, āalways.ā
reiner backs you up until your back hits the plush mattress. the blinking red light tells you; heās already started the recording, and thank god itās a video so you can cut out the bit where you were on the verge of backing out. the doubtās ringing at the back of your mind but reinerās plush lips on yours makes you forget; youāre gasping into his mouth as he draws every breath out of you, spit slick lips peppering kisses from your mouth to your jaw, down to your neck.
āso, so pretty,ā he whispers in between kisses, barely loud enough for you to hear, like itās a little secret between the two of you. youāve never felt more intimate in front of a camera-- reinerās hands and lips and legs in between your thighs are making you feel like thereās only the two of you in the world, even though you know this is gonna be seen by thousands of strangers with their hands down their pants. āsit up for me?ā
you follow as he says, and he shifts you so youāre both facing the camera, him sitting behind you. the blinking red is digging into your corneas, but youāre pulled out of your reverie when you feel reinerās hands snake around your front, one hand on your chest, the other trailing down, down, down--
āfuck,ā you gasp, bucking into his touch as his lithe fingers make contact with your lace panties. instinctively your legs spread, granting him allowance to where you need him most, but he gives you no more than gentle strokes. youāre squirming, practically begging for more, just a touch, rei, just touch me, please--
youāre cut off, your words twisting into a strangled moan as his free hand wraps around the column of your throat. his grip isnāt suffocating, just tight enough to send you a warning. āquit it,ā he commands, his thumb nudging your jaw just slightly so youāre directly looking into the camera. ābe a good girl, or weāre stopping.ā
ānngh, uh!ā you barely croak out an affirmative before heās teasing you through your panties again, this time rubbing deliberate circles against your clit. you shut yourself up, steadying your body so you donāt go against his orders because youād rather die than disobey reiner. his hand on your throat is cutting off your blood flow just enough to make your head spin a little, thoughts hazy.
and then heās slipping your panties to the side, dipping a finger tentatively into your cunt and you whine. canāt help yourself and whine like a whore for more, in front of the potential thousands of people who asked for this, who are gonna watch you unfold and uncover your layers of debauchery. reinerās hushing you as he slips in one finger into your slick. āfuckinā wet for me, huh? you getting off to all these people watching you?ā his words dig into your ears and melt your brain, and you nod dumbly, neck tilting up to look at him, but his fingers are quick to snap your jaw back in place, looking straight into the camera. āwho said you could look at me? whores donāt get to look at me.ā
youāre wrecked, and heās barely touched you. heās easing another two fingers into your cunt with the aid of your drooling wet, commenting about how nasty you are, gushing around my fingers like that. youāre clinging onto his bicep, your legs spread and trembling as he fucks his fingers in and out of you, curling into spots he knows like the back of his palm. reiner is so good, so good at making you cum so easily; knows your body better than you do, knows exactly what to do to make you unravel. your nails are digging into his skin and he hisses.
āyouāre tightening up, baby,ā he murmurs, loud enough for the mic to catch. āgonna cum? gonna cum like a slut around my fingers?ā
āmmhm! mmhm!ā youāre gasping, squealing and bucking your hips up to meet his fingers halfway. āplease, let me cum? let me--ā and youāre trailing off as he eases a fourth finger in, stretching your cunt beyond its limits. you go slack jawed, melting into him as he fucks you so, so rough. you love it, love how messy and desperate you get around him, and fuck, he loves it too.
ācum, baby,ā he grunts. āneed to make sure youāre nice and loose fāme, yeah?ā
you nod through the thick haze of pleasure that clouds your consciousness, losing yourself in his grasp. youāve completely forgotten about the camera at this point, just doing everything in your power to reach your high, to stretch that tight coil in your belly until it snaps, and you go tumbling into blinding white as you cum. you fall apart, gushing around his fingers and wrist and soiling the sheets with your nectar. the sounds you make are making him so goddamn hard, and he has to shift to relieve some of the stress in his sweats.
āgood girl,ā he praises, letting you breathe for a bit as he pulls his fingers out. he brings them up to your mouth, tapping your lips. ātaste yourself. youāre fuckinā sweet as sugar, baby.ā
and you do. you listen, sucking his fingers, licking your arousal clean off. you donāt mind the taste because his voice is so goddamn erotic youād do anything if he asked. youāre so far gone already you donāt notice him reach out of frame for something; a toy heād left on the far side of the bed in preparation for this. reiner brings it up to you, letting the big silicon toy rest heavily on your stomach. you pull yourself together just long enough to catch sight of it, gasping softly.
āyou guys havenāt seen this in a while, have you?ā it takes you a second to realise heās talking to the camera. āwhy donāt you tell them why, baby?ā
āācause,ā you drawl, hyperfocusing on the gentle strokes of his thumb on your upper arm, his silent question, are you alright? and you tap his thigh once, your silent answer, yeah, iām okay. āācause i can ānly use it around⦠aroundā¦ā
āaround who, love?ā
āaround you, daddy,ā you look up, neck tilting to catch his honeyed gaze. āfor you, only, promise.ā
āatta girl,ā he whispers. ācome, letās get these pretty panties off you, yeah? wanna fuck you properly.ā
he guides your hips up and glides your panties down, tossing it slightly behind him. youāre so pliable, so malleable that all he has to do is nudge you and youāre moving to his liking. youāre sitting between his legs, thighs thick and so lovely, ready for you to sink your claws into when you need to, and your legs are thrown over his, pussy spread and glistening for the world to see. heās teasing a finger along your cunt again, rubbing your slick onto your clit in figure eights. āgood, yeah?ā he quips.
ārei, please- need you,ā you beg, dainty hands wrapping around his bicep as you watch him pick up the toy again. āfuck, want it inside me, now.ā
he hums. ādemanding, huh?ā he smiles against your neck. āokay. look at the camera.ā
you whine, and he shoots you a look, one that says, iām not playing. so you obey, tilting your head back to look straight into the invasive red. you feel the head of the toy tease at your hole and you have to stop yourself from bucking onto it, instead focusing all your energy on the blinking light.
reiner plays like this for centuries, until heās finally, finally working the head of the toy into your cunt. āfuck, still so tight,ā he mumbles, and youāre whining at the stretch as it splits you open. youāre shaking, trembling in his arms as he pumps the cock into you slowly, feeling it fill you to the brim and beyond. itās still not as good as reinerās own, but itās enough that youāre clenching around it, already feeling the familiar kindling in your abdomen.
āspread your legs wider.ā reiner commands, and when youāre too slow to react, his free hand comes down to shove your knees apart, keeping his grip on the fat of your inner thigh, pulling it as close to him as it can go. youāre leaning your shoulder blades back on his plush chest, knees bent and pussy so, so exposed to the camera, and in the viewfinder you can see the way heās fucking the toy so deep into your cunt. youāre stretching around it, almost too big to fit but you manage, you always do what reiner wants you to do.
fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. your mouth is gaping open from the euphoria of the toy inside you; you hadnāt used it in a while, always opting for just going straight to reinerās perfect, fat cock, but god, you forgot how good this one feels in you. itās pounding into you, reinerās steady hand pumping it into you at a speed that has you seeing stars, that has you waving to god. ādadd-daddy,ā youāre stuttering now, clinging onto his thigh for leverage. āfuck, slow- slow down!ā
reiner chuckles. āreally, baby? you want me to slow down?ā youāve made a deal with the devil, you realise when he picks up the pace, pumping it into you impossibly faster. āyouāre so far gone you donāt even know whatās best for yourself.ā
your mouth drops open in silent pleasure. you canāt utter a single word, not with the silicon abusing your cunt at the pace heās set. you just lie there and you take it, blinking back tears and your walls fluttering around the toy. you canāt even warn him when your second orgasm hits you because it comes so suddenly, washing over you with the strength of a tempest, sending you reeling and creaming over the thick cock.
āaw, you came,ā reiner mocks, slowing down the pace of the toy finally. he lets you catch your breath before he pulls it out of you, mesmerised with the sheen of creamy white cum that coats the base of it. ādidnāt say you could come, though, did i?ā
āi-iām sorry,ā you gasp over your words, feeling so fucking empty without anything in you. āsorry, i didnāt meaā to, i--ā
āitās okay, i didnāt expect much from a dumb baby like you.ā his words are thorned with faux malice, but it only sends your cunt clenching around nothing. āyou liked that huh? you like when i treat you like shit?ā
you giggle airily. āyouāre too nice to me, daddy,ā you whisper, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. āwant you to hurt me, make me cry.ā
if he wasnāt hard before he certainly is now. he grunts, clearing his throat, almost felled by your words. almost. āis that what you want?ā he asks quietly, almost like there isnāt anyone watching, like itās just the two of you. heās back to sweet old reiner, concern lacing his brows together.
āmmhm,ā you hum, your eyes half lidded. āwanna go stupid on your cock. wanā you to make me squirt, daddy.ā
holy fuck. since when did you get so brave on camera? he nods sturdily, picking you up and manhandling you onto all fours before shucking off his tshirt and sweats. āyou get what you ask for, baby,ā he mutters. āyou ready?ā
you push your hips out, your slit just about catching the head of his cock. you both gasp, yours trailing off into a moan as you nod desperately. āyes, ready, please please, daddy!ā
the camera light burns into your retinas as you stare into it. youāre so fucking exposed, facing the camera with reiner kneeling behind you, smoothing his rough palm over your spine, his other hand trailing his cock over your dripping pussy. you know why he wants you here, right in the face of the camera; to show everyone how good you feel, how fucked out his cock gets you. and heās completely right, because as he works his thick cockhead into your tight cunt, your face twists into one of pure ecstacy.
reinerās cock is so fucking thick, so long and fat with heavy balls that slap lewdly against your clit. heās pounding into you so hard and so fast that you have to ball your fists into the sheets to keep yourself from falling over, but you canāt do jack shit to stop the moans that escape past your lips. youāre loud, youāre whining, and you know youāre gonna wake up tomorrow with noise complaints but reiner feels so fucking good in you maybe itās worth it.
āfuck, princess, gotta shut you up,ā you hear him seethe through gritted teeth. heās grabbing your elbow, pulling you up harshly into an uncomfortable arch, but heās stuffing something between your teeth before letting you back down slowly. you taste something salty, running your tongue over the unfamiliar fabric until you realise theyāre your panties, balled up and shoved into you mouth. āyeah, thatās it. taste yourself on your panties, stupid slut.ā youāre barely comprehending what heās saying, so focused on the way his cock is pounding so fucking deep into you. āyouāre taking my cock so well, lovely, so fucking good.ā
you moan a response you donāt even understand. your thighs are trembling, arms shaking from the pressure youāre holding up. youāre ascending, so far above your consciousness, but every sharp thrust and loud slap against the fat of your thighs sends you reeling back to reality, where your boyfriend is splitting you at the seams for the world to watch.
iām gonna fucking cum, you think but canāt say, any sound you make muffled by the wet lace. your knees are giving out before you can stop them, and your body makes full contact with the mattress. ācome on, baby,ā you hear reiner say, large palms gripping the sides of your hips, dragging you up slightly. somehow this angle lets him reach so much deeper, and youāre squealing so loud, gripping the sheets until your knuckles hurt. ābe a good little fleshlight for me now.ā
you wail. you sob as you cum from his words, cunt creaming violently around his thick cock. heās holding you through it, never letting up his pace. his stamina is godly, you know this from the years youāve been together, but he hasnt cum once, and now heās sending you towards your fourth.
ālemme get-ā you hear, and you feel hime reach over you. youāre dazed out, donāt even notice how heās grabbed the camera to switch to handheld, one hand still gripping the supple flesh of your ass. āthatās more like it. show everyone how much youāre fuckinā cumming around my cock. look at that pussy. belongs to me, yeah?ā
youāre nodding, humming yes, yes all yours, take it, take all of it but he doesnāt even need to hear it to know it. just the way youāre backing your hips against him, taking all of him and more. his free hands snaking around to your front, pressing hard against your navel. ācan feel myself here,ā he comments. āwanna flip you over, show everyone how deep youāre taking me.ā
you do as he says, shifting quickly on to your back before heās filling you again, camera focusing on the bulge in your tummy as he fucks in and out of you steadily. youāre so far gone, floating on water as heās grunting, pressing down on your belly, like heās searching for something, waiting for something to happen--
fuck. fuck. it happens before you can warn him, gushing all over his cock and the sheets. the panties have fallen out of your mouth at this point, letting your sweet moans permeate the air of the room. youāre squirting all over him, overstimulated but obedient, taking all of him as your clit throbs for mercy.
heās saying something but youāre not catching it, something about made me all messy, and good fucking girl, gushing all over me like that. youāre cockdrunk, brain mush that you dont even flinch when he focuses the camera on you.
ālook at me, baby,ā he murmurs. ālook at me when i cum in you.ā
the camera is back down to where the two of you are connected, catching the way his hips stutter, how he twitches as he buries himself to the hilt in you, and cums. cums so, so much, thick, white saccharine seed that leaks out the sides of his cock. he stuffs you so full of himself gripping you as he comes down from his high.
his favourite part; heās told you before, he loves seeing cum trickle out of you slowly. he pulls out, focusing the camera in front of your battered pussy, watching as thick white drips down your pussy onto the sheets youāre lying on. you whine, sobering up slightly, enough to realise how exposed you are.
his fingers push his cum back into you, coating it in the slick. āfuckin pretty,ā he whispers, and youāre not sure if itās for you to hear or the camera. āso goddamn good, this pussy.ā
āyouāre not fucking serious- again?ā
reiner looks up at you from the couch, his phone in his hand. you dont even have to look to know what videoās playing on it. he grins at you.
āweāre so hot, you know that?ā
you roll your eyes at him, whacking him hard on the shoulder. āstop jacking off to yourself, narcissist.ā
āiām not!ā
you whack him again for good measure before settling down next to him to watch the scene heās been watching again and again on repeat. but you agree; itās the best video youāve made, and judging by the comments and the amount of attention it got, youāre not the only ones who think so.
so maybe fucking reiner on cameraāll become a regular thing.
It feels like an inspection. Thereās something ostracizing about it, which definitely isnāt how you want to feel when your knees are pressing against your shoulders, pedicured toes dangling over your boyfriendās broad shoulders. You didnāt have anyone to blame for the ungracefulness of the moment than yourself. You knew he was a freak ā and not like a freak, you mean this man is a freak.
Thereās just something weird about the way he stares at you a bit too long, even when he knows you know heās looking. He didnāt seem to care when you caught those glances. Itās almost like he wanted you to see.
Zodylās taking his time to memorize it ā every slight reaction of yours is being catalogued like an experiment as his pointer and middle finger slide inside you. It reaches the second knuckle. He tilts his head.
Youāre starting to think your friends are right. He is just some weird, virgin, loser who plays God in his head, because why the fuck is he looking at you like that? His gaze flicks up from your pussy to your eyes, and he presses in further to the last knuckle. It shouldnāt be possible for someone so hot to be so weird and unsettling.
āThere it is,ā he mutters to himself, and youāre not even fully sure what heās talking about until his fingers start moving and you instantly choke on your own breath, āyeah, there it is.ā
The depth of his voice floats around you like smoke and seeps down your throat, suffocating any sound that tries to force its way through your esophagus as his fingers slam into you. They just reach so deep. You canāt help clamping around the digits from how deep they reach, each prod sending heat wracking through your body.
āBreathe,ā he utters, leaning closer until his forehead presses against yours, lips ghost over each other, āthatās it. Good.ā