director's cut - porn star!pope x producer!readerĀ
word count: 14.2k warnings: dead dove: do not eat, extremely dubious consent, fem!reader, sex work (obviously!), age gap (20/40), size difference (he calls you ālittle oneā and tosses you around a bit oop-), coercion, lust/love at first sight, misogyny (by other ppl, not pope), very insecure!reader (bc ppl are mean! but don't worry, pope takes care of them), murder (re: previous), inexperienced!reader (and pope loves that you are), praise kink, first kiss, unprotected sex, squirting, fingerfucking, forced orgasms, loss of virginity (on camera!), threats of anal (but no actual anal play!), choking, breeding kink, cnc/rape roleplay, fear play, sex toys, humiliation/degradation kink, he matches your freak (and you bring out his), kind of a slow burn all things considered summary: andrew cody, better known as his stage name āpopeā, is a rising star in the porn world. people love his gritty, dark, aggressive demeanor. so when you, an amateur porn producer, pitches an idea to him that aligns a little too well with his kinks, he finds himself wanting to only work with you.Ā to the point where he won't fuck anyone on camera that isn't youā¦
a/n: oh porn star!pope, he has been on my mind and I just had to write him out. he's too yummy (especially when he's fucked up)!
hope it's a sick read ā”Ā
Andrew āPopeā Cody has a very strict routine. He wakes up, has a glass of water with his pre-workout supplements, then runs a few miles before heading back to do a few weight-lifting sets. When he feels like he has let the pent up energy out of his body, he'll shower and then eat a protein heavy breakfast so he can take the rest of his pills.Ā
Because if he doesn't take his meds, he'll surely go crazy when he's on set. The medication numbs the worser parts of himself. The ones people usually are afraid of.
The ones directors tend to tell him to ātone downā when he's fucking whatever actor or actress they're asking him to for the week.Ā
They're lucky he even cums. It doesn't feel good. Hasn't since he started working as a porn star.Ā
But it pays the bills better than robbing people.Ā
It also keeps him away from his family, since most of his shoots are in Los Angeles.Ā
So, he deals with the fact sex is muted now. The medication helps him not feel some type of way about it, thankfully, because he doesn't have sex for fun.Ā
It's all for work.Ā
That is, until he meets you.Ā
You're sitting off to the side, legs dangling off a dressing table, laptop resting on your beautiful exposed thighs.Ā
It's hot on set. You're wearing flimsy little shorts and a halter top that lets Pope see much more than anyone should for a girl your age.Ā
āWho is she?ā He asks one of the producers on set.Ā
Could you be his newest co-star?Ā
Why is heā¦excited over that prospect?Ā
Pope hasn't felt any kind of attraction in a long while, so if you are, maybe he'll actually get to enjoy himself for once.Ā
He's curious to know what your pussy feels like.Ā
Are you a loud performer or a more subtle and shy one?Ā
Do you actually cum or do you just fake it for the camera?Ā
He wants to make you cum for real.Ā
But his desire gets shut down immediately when the producer he asked answers, āoh her? I don't know who she is. Probably one of the director's kids or something. Wannabe producer. Been trying to pitch a script but no one's biting.āĀ
āWhy's that?ā Pope doesn't know why he's so curious about you.Ā
The producer laughs, in that grating kind of way that makes Pope want to knock his teeth out. Especially when the guy goes, ābecause she wants to make girly porn. As if that shit will sell. Men aren't going to buy into any of that cutesy femme shit.āĀ
Pope knows there's a female audience for porn. He has a lot of followers online. Plenty of them are women. And he is fully aware of the many comments he has read on his posts where some of his fans wish he would do more work that ācatered to the female gazeā. He never understood what that meant. He has worked with plenty of female directors and producers before, but apparently they focus on making sure male audiences are satisfied first and foremost.Ā
He's never read a script made for a woman's interest before.Ā
Now, he's even more curious about you.Ā
So much so, that he's walking over to you before he can stop his legs from doing so.Ā
You look up and are startled to see Pope. You've never seen him in person before. You didn't know he'd be on this set. Your aunt is one of the directors and she didn't give you much notice on what exactly the production was.Ā
āOh, hi.ā You put your hand out and introduce yourself. āYou must be Pope, right?āĀ
āHave you seen my work?ā He asks, shaking your hand, his lingering in yours for a beat longer than he normally would.Ā
āClips here and there.ā You seem a little flustered at his question. How cute.Ā
āI heard you've been trying to pitch a script.ā Pope is more direct than he intends.
You're surprised he knows about it. āI am, but it's probably not going to sell much.āĀ
āCan I see it?ā He leans back on the edge of the table next to you, gesturing to your laptop. āMy shoot isn't for an hour. Wouldn't mind something to kill the time.āĀ
āOh, sure!ā You scramble to pull it up.Ā
Pope glances over your shoulder, seeing how many scripts you have written already. You're sifting through them, parsing out which one you'd want him to see. You decide on one where you had based the main lead on him and hand him your laptop.Ā
āYou can fold it over to use like a tablet.ā You show him, your hands brushing against his as you do, your heart skipping a beat when you feel how big his fingers are.Ā
Pope is so close to you that he nearly leans in and kisses you. He doesn't, but he does take a brief inhale, liking the smell of your perfume mixed with the sweat that's trickling off your neck from your nerves.Ā
You sit there in silence, his big bicep casually resting on yours as he scrolls through your script. You take out your phone to distract yourself, trying to calm your rapid heartbeat from his proximity.Ā
You never thought you'd ever get the chance to be near anyone in the industry. You always figured you'd be behind a camera. But Pope is right next to you, so close that you can feel the heat radiating off of him.Ā
It almost makes you dizzy how hot he isā¦
Pope is worried his skin is growing too red. He hasn't felt this turned on in years. Reading this script has him needing to resist getting hard, which is usually not the case for him. Most of the time, it's difficult to get hard and he'll end up needing a pill or some help.Ā
But what you've written is too well-aligned with the fantasies that haunt his mind.Ā
āWhat would you consider this?ā He asks you when he finishes reading, handing you back your laptop.
āAh, like a dark romance, I guess?ā You had shown him the plot where the main lead, a distant family friend whom the other lead refers to as her uncle, lures her to his private estate for the summer so he can hold her captive until she agrees to be his forever.Ā
āI like it.ā Pope tells you in that flat tone of his that has you questioning whether or not you heard him correctly.Ā
āReally? You might be the only person who thinks so.ā You're elated to hear that but then immediately talk yourself down. āEveryone else I've shown it to thinks that it's too focused on his obsession with her and that it should be the other way around because āwhy would anyone want to watch a man throw himself at a womanā. Men wouldn't buy it, I guess.āĀ
You bite your lip after you say that, wishing you hadn't just dumped all of that onto Pope.
You open your mouth to apologize but then Pope goes, āthen those men just don't get the appeal. I think it's good and you should make it.āĀ
āWow.ā You can't stop the big smile that forms on your face. āThat's so sweet of you to say, Pope. I hope I get the chance one day.ā
Pope wants to tell you that he'd make it happen but they're calling his name to get ready. So, instead, he tells you, ādo you want to come over after this and talk more about it?ā
You're speechless. No one has ever invited you over to their place before.Ā
And it's Pope, of all people.Ā
He never invites people over.Ā
His house is his sanctuary.Ā
But he wants you alone.Ā
He wants to get to know you more.Ā
He wants to see if your desires truly align with his own.Ā
āI'll have to check in with my aunt first, since she drove me. But I'd like to.ā You reply, reaching your hand up to touch your warm cheek.Ā
You must look so flustered right now.Ā
Pope loves the sight of it. Such a shy girl. To think you're on a porn set right now and about to watch him fuck someone else.Ā
He'll have to put on a good show for you.Ā
āI'll come find you after, little one.ā He calls you what the uncle in your script calls his pseudo-niece and it has your skin flushing with more heat in response.Ā
Once he's out of your line of sight, you bury your face in your hands, muffling a scream because what was that!Ā
Did he really justā¦
You loop him calling you ālittle oneā over and over in your head, wanting to memorize the sound of it for when you touch yourself later. You have to resist touching yourself now while you watch Pope at work.Ā
You've, of course, seen him naked before. You've watched plenty of clips of his porn online. For research purposes, of course!
But there's something different about seeing him in person.Ā
About knowing how his hands could feel, how warm his body is, how big he is compared to you that makes watching him pound his huge cock into his co-star all the more enjoyable.Ā
Then, your heart stops in your chest when he locks eyes with you from across the set when he cums deep inside of her.Ā
That wasn't in the script. Not in the one he's performing right now, because rarely does male centric porn ever āwasteā a cumshot.Ā
It's in yours, though, because you like the idea of getting filled and you're certain other people do too.Ā
But for a shoot like this one, they want to see his cum on his co-star somewhere, for the visual.Ā
Pope couldn't help himself, though. He wanted you to see what he could do to you. He hasn't cum that much in a long time, which might be the only saving grace for the shoot because when he pulls out of his co-star, so much leaks out that they don't have to fake it for the shot.Ā
All in all a successful shoot so the director yells ācutā and it's done.Ā
You meet Pope out in the parking lot afterwards, since your aunt didn't seem to care if you wanted to go home with a porn star. She knows he's clean, because he has to be for work, and that you're an adult so she's letting you make your own decisions. Her only warning to you was that you will likely get your heart broken dating a porn star.
But you wave off her concerns because you don't believe he's interested in you.Ā
Pope just likes your scriptsā¦right?Ā
That seems to be the case when you come over to his house and he spends the entire time reading through every idea you've written.Ā
You're both sitting on his couch together. He has on some kind of nature show, the one that follows a pack of lions throughout their day.
You watch one of the lions chase after a gazelle before it pounces on it and the gazelle becomes its next meal. You don't know why watching that has your heart racing so much.Ā
Maybe it's because you're currently in a lion's den and he's looking to make you his next mealā¦Ā
But you're oblivious to it, to Pope resting his hand on your thigh casually as he scrolls through your writing, asking you questions about it here and there like what you're looking to do, etc.
āI'd like to make a truly indie production.ā You explain to him your dream shoot. āLike maybe only me and the stars on set. The script just being a loose guideline. Going with the flow, seeing where the scenario takes us naturally. I'd like for it to be organic and less āproducedā than the stylized porn available now.āĀ
āHave you ever thought of starring in it yourself?ā Pope poses a question that has you stammering out your reply.
āI-Iā¦umā¦ā You shake your head, the nerves apparent in your voice as you admit, āI don't think I could. I've neverā¦āĀ
āNo one has ever touched you before?ā He can hardly believe that.Ā
In his eyes, anyone would be lucky to have the chance to be near you. He can barely keep his eyes off of you as is.Ā
āWhy would they?ā You chew on your cheek after you say that, wishing you didn't let your insecurity slip out so readily so you pretend to shrug it off, āit's not a big deal. I'm not in a rush to experience anything.āĀ
āShouldn't you experience the things you want to produce?ā Pope doesn't mean to sound so coercive but it definitely doesn't help that his hand slides higher up your thigh as he asks, āwouldn't it be nice to know for your writing?ā
āBut no one would want toā¦ā The words get caught in your throat when he leans in, his lips so close to your own that you can taste his breath.Ā
āI'd want to.ā His voice is so low, so intoxicating that you almost melt when he says, āif you'd let me, little one.āĀ
This is all too similar to something you've written before. It's like he's roleplaying your own words back to you.Ā
You don't know how to react to itā¦
āI don't think this is a good idea.ā You tell Pope as he leans in closer to you, pressing a kiss on your jaw, making your whole body shiver as he trails upwards to the shell of your ear. āOh godā¦ā
āWe don't have to do anything today.ā He whispers right into your ear. āBut I'd like to see you again.āĀ
āWhy?ā You feel so stupid asking that, your insecurity leaking out again.Ā
Pope cups your face, turning you to look at him, his gaze so intense. āBecause I want to know what you look like when you feel good.āĀ
His thumb swipes over your bottom lip, seeing the way you're trembling, the nerves overtaking you.Ā
You're so precious, so scared, so perfect for him. He can't get enough of you.
āI'll probably be really bad at it.ā You want him to be prepared. āYou might not have a good time. I won't know what I'm doing.ā
That makes him chuckle lightly. āI've got enough experience for the both of us.āĀ
āI've never even kissed anyone before.ā You admit with your eyes locked on his lips.Ā
The lips you've watched go down on his co-stars. The lips you've seen leave marks on their skin. The lips you're desperate to kiss right now.
āDo you want to?ā He brushes his lips against yours. A simple brush, not a true kiss, but it has your whole body quivering just from that light touch. āI think you do.ā
āWill you go slow?ā You have to ask because you're so nervous you'll get swept up in him.Ā
āI'll go at whatever pace you want.ā He pulls away and you don't like how disappointed you feel. But then, he pats his lap and gestures, ācome here, little one.ā
This is truly everything you've dreamt of and he's feeding into it. You stand up, staring down at his lap, trying to figure out how exactly you should sit.Ā
When you've stalled for long enough, Pope just grabs you by your waist and tugs you down onto him. You're straddling his lap now, his large thighs becoming your new chair.Ā
Your breath catches in your throat when his lips land on your neck all of a sudden, causing you to grip onto the thin black shirt he's wearing that doesn't leave anything up to the imagination. His chest is flush against yours and he can hear your heartbeat thrumming so quickly, like your heart might burst at any moment.Ā
Pope smiles against the column of your throat, pressing a kiss there. Just one, right in the center, so he can feel the air get caught before it can reach your lungs.Ā
āStay calm.ā He instructs, his words warm and oddly gentle. āIt'll feel better if you aren't so worked up.āĀ
āI'm sorry.ā You don't know what you're doingā¦Ā
You smooth out his shirt, worried you've wrinkled it from how hard you were gripping it for leverage.Ā
āYou can hold onto me, little one.ā He takes your hand and places it onto his shoulder. āLean on me.āĀ
His other hand splays across the small of your back beneath your shirt, practically engulfing your skin. Every touch is sending signals to your core that you've never felt before. Anxious signals, screaming at you to stop this before you start feeling more than you should.Ā
āMaybe we should stop.ā You say out of concern, your nerves getting in the way.Ā
āJust one kiss and then we can stop for today, okay?ā He already has you on his lap. He can't lose out on this golden opportunity.
One kiss will be enough to convince you. Pope is sure of that, sure of himself and his skill.Ā
He just needs you to say yes. And to stop squirming on his lap or he might have to do something about how hard he's getting.Ā
āOkay.ā You nod, gripping onto his shoulders like you might fall off his lap if you don't. āJust one kiss.āĀ
āAtta girl.ā He shifts slightly, pulling you closer until there's not an inch of space between the two of you. āWhy don't you try?āĀ
You shake your head immediately. āI'll fuck it up.ā
That draws another chuckle from his lips, which you feel very prominently on yours from how close he is to you. āI doubt that. I want to see you try. Then I'll take you home.āĀ
You take in a deep breath, your chest rubbing against his when you exhale. Pope's eyes drift down to your chest, loving how your top lets him see much more than he'd want anyone else to be able to. He'll have to make sure you only dress like this for him.Ā
His eyes go back up to look into yours, that intense gaze of his making you even more nervous than you were already.Ā
āI don't think I can do this.ā You tell him as your hands ball up the fabric of his shirt beneath your fists. āI'm scared. My heart feels like it'll explode.āĀ
So cute. Pope can't help thinking how adorable you are, so frightened by the prospect of a little kiss.Ā
āAnd you want to produce porn?ā He smirks at you, nudging your nose with his own playfully. āYou need to be able to do this if you want to direct it, little one.āĀ
āOkay, okay.ā You know he's right.Ā
You have to find the confidence to push forward, to make things happen.Ā
So, you press your lips against his. You don't do it hard. It's the lightest kiss Pope has ever felt, laced with fear and anxiety.Ā
Exactly the kind of kiss Pope has been dreaming about. Everyone he has ever kissed before you has been so full of themselves.Ā
You are the exact opposite. So careful, so worried you'll do it wrong that you barely do it at all.Ā
Just the gentlest little tap on his lips.Ā
Now he needs to know how frightened he can make you.Ā
So, Pope slides his hand up to the back of your head, securing you in place so that the moment you lift your lips away from his, he can press them right back down.Ā
Your eyes widen, not expecting for him to kiss you back again right away.Ā
It's not harsh. His lips just stick onto yours, keeping steady right there. Then, when he starts to move them, you start to panic, the blood rushing straight to your head and tension forming in your core.Ā
You're wriggling in his lap like a scared little mouse caught in a trap.Ā
Just the way he wants you to be.Ā
āEasy.ā He breathes against your lips. āDon't get scared. Just pay attention to what I'm doing and follow me.āĀ
He tilts your head a little, angling himself a bit to get a better hold on your lips. You're gasping between each feverish kiss and Pope loves it.Ā
Loves how inexperienced you are, how easily provoked you are.Ā
Like when he grinds his hips upwards just as a tease and you moan against his lips unexpectedly, your face heating up in reaction.Ā
āOh god, I'm sorry.ā You can't believe you're reacting this much.Ā
āDon't be sorry.ā He says, sliding his hand over to cup your jaw. āI like that you feel good. I wanted to see it, remember? I like hearing it too.āĀ
āIt's embarrassing thoughā¦ā You feel like such a virgin.Ā
You are one but you feel it a hundred times more because you're in the presence of someone who fucks for a livingā¦
āIs it?ā He nips at your bottom lip, liking how you shiver when he does. āI think it's cute.āĀ
āYou think I'm cute?ā You don't believe him.Ā
Not until he says, āI don't āthinkā it. You are cute, my precious little one.āĀ
His preciousā¦
Bad thoughts are running through your mind. Of hoping he means it and it's not just part of some roleplay of his. But you know that can't be true.Ā
What could you offer him that he can't already get?Ā
Pope can see the warring thoughts in your eyes. So, he leans in and kisses you again, which snaps you out of your own head. Especially when you feel the tip of his tongue flick your bottom lip.Ā
āLet me in.ā He says, his tone sultry. āI want to know what you taste like.āĀ
Pope smiles when you grab onto him tighter, unable to keep yourself still otherwise. Then, you nod, since you can't bring yourself to say any words.Ā
His tongue flicks at your lip again and this time, your lips part, allowing him in. You expect him to go slow, to let you adjust to the idea of his tongue in your mouth but he does the exact opposite.Ā
He just ravages you, his tongue tangling with your own, stealing your every breath away. His kisses get rougher, his movements too. You can't hold in your voice when you feel him grip your ass with his hands and roll his hips against yours, forcing you to feel how hard his cock is beneath you.Ā
You know how big he is. Porn star big.Ā
Impossibly big for someone who has never had sex before.Ā
Big enough that it feels like he's fucking you already.Ā
āWait, wait!ā You gasp out onto his lips, trying to get him to stop because you don't think you'd be able to live with the embarrassment if you came from this. āPlease, Pope, I can'tāā
āAre you going to cum, little one?ā He smirks at how scared you are of your own orgasm. āIt's okay if you do.āĀ
You shake your head. āNo, I can't, not like thisā¦āĀ
āThere's nothing wrong with cumming from this.ā He keeps rolling his hips and since your lips aren't plastered to his, you can't stop the moan that leaves your lips. āLet it feel good. Stop resisting.ā
āBut I shouldn'tāā You bury your face in his shoulder, dry heaving as the friction against your clit becomes too much to bear. āI don't want to cum, I don't want toāā
Suddenly, you feel his hand slip into your shorts and without any warning, Pope pinches your clit, rolling it between his fingers until you cum so hard that you see stars in your vision. You're reeling, clinging onto him, your whole body shaking from the sudden surge of pleasure.Ā
āThere you go.ā Pope starts rubbing your clit over the fabric of your underwear, making you whimper into his shoulder as another orgasm builds inside of you all too quickly. āLet it happen again.āĀ
He grabs your face with his free hand, pulling you up so he can kiss you again.Ā
Kissing him feels very different when his fingertips are playing with your clit.Ā
You're lightheaded, unable to breathe, so close to cumming that you're nervous you might pass outā¦
Then, he moves off your clit right when you're about to and you whine uncontrollably before catching yourself. He laughs lightly, almost menacingly, at your reaction to getting teased.Ā
āDid you want to cum?ā He asks you, wanting to hear you admit it.Ā
You chew on your lip. You shouldn't tell him yes. You shouldn't even be doing this. You should have him take you home like he said he would.Ā
But you want to cum.Ā
It's addictive, that wave of pure bliss that he gave you. It was unlike any of the orgasms you've given yourself.Ā
You want to know what it feels like to be made to cum by Pope.Ā
So, you tell him the truth, āyes, please make me cum, Pope.āĀ
āI like a girl who knows what she wants.ā He says with a smile that could kill. āCan I make you cum with my mouth?āĀ
Pope wishes he could take a photo of your shocked expression, all wide eyed and beautifully nervous.Ā
āI-I've been on set all day. It's probablyāāĀ
āThen take a shower here.ā Pope offers, if you're really that nervous. He likes that you didn't say no.Ā
He likes that you're so easy to convince.Ā
āOkayā¦ā You can't possibly decline getting eaten out by a porn star. People would think you're crazy to miss out on something like that.
āMmm, good girl.ā He praises you, making your whole body yearn for his affection. āNow, I'll make you cum one more time before you shower.ā
āWait, whatāā You squirm when Pope suddenly dips his hand into your underwear and slides a finger inside of you, āPope, stopā!ā
You can't stop gasping when his finger curls at the same time as he starts palming your clit, giving you the friction you were desperate for just moments ago. But now his thick finger is buried inside of you, searching for the spot that makes you cry out his name.Ā
āAndrew.ā He demands, thrusting another finger inside of you. āCall me Andrew when you cum.āĀ
āAndrew, please, please, not thereāā You cry out when he grazes the right place inside of you, your stomach tensing at the feeling, āyour fingers areāoh godāā
You're saying his name on repeat into his shoulder when his fingers keep pounding right where you need them to until you're bursting at the seams, cumming all over his lap because he won't let you stop.Ā
āNo, no, I can't cum anymore!ā You tug at his arm but he keeps fucking you with his fingers against your wishes, āplease, Andrew!ā
Pope's too strong. He has you locked on his lap with his other arm wrapped around you, pinning you to him as his fingers ravage your insides until you're squirting so hard that you drench his hand.Ā
It's only when tears start streaming down your face that Pope finally lets you breathe, pulling his hand away.Ā
In your daze, you watch him lick his hand clean, grinning so happily at you with your lovely glazed over eyes, so lost in your orgasm.Ā
Pope leans in for a kiss and for the first time, you lean into it, kissing him back the way he taught you to. You're a bit sloppy with it, but he adjusts you until you're kissing him exactly how he wants you to.Ā
āSomeone's a fast learner.ā He compliments you again, which gets you wriggling, your heart racing once more.
You glance down, at how wet you've made his lap, humiliation coursing through you at the sight.Ā
Pope catches it and says, ādo you feel bad for almost ruining my couch?āĀ
āI'm sorry.ā You do feel bad. You've never squirted before in your life.Ā
You thought that was just something that happened in pornā¦Ā
āHow sorry?ā He wonders aloud.Ā
āVery sorryā¦ā You definitely wouldn't be able to afford to buy him a new couch.
āThen help me get out of these pants.ā He points to his lap. āTake them off before your cum can touch my couch.ā
You stare at how daunting of a task this is going to be. But, you listen, grabbing a hold of his belt buckle and undoing it. Then, you unzip his pants.Ā
āNow get on your knees in front of me and pull them off.ā Pope's tone is so commanding that you do it without a second thought, moving to the floor in front of him. He stops you before you can tug at his waistband. āWait a second, little one. Look up at me.āĀ
You do, your eyes meeting his. He likes the way you look on your knees. You would look even better with his cock in your mouth.Ā
He'll shelve that for another time, when he has trained you so well that you'll be begging to put him in your mouth yourself.Ā
Pope nods, gesturing for you to continue. You tug off his pants by his waistband, leaving him only in his boxer briefs. You notice the spot of precum leaking from where the tip of his hard cock is pushed up against the fabric of his underwear.
You can't help but wonder what he tastes likeā¦
It doesn't look like Pope will have to train you at all because you ask him, ācan I try making you feel good with my mouth?āĀ
āSure.ā He says, reaching over to grab his phone. āIf I can film it.āĀ
āW-What?ā You weren't expecting that.Ā
āIf it's your first time sucking cock, we should get it on camera. It'll fund our future film.ā Pope knows how much authentic first time content goes for, especially when he's an experienced star and you're just an innocent inexperienced reluctant woman who never thought she'd ever star in a porno.Ā
āY-You want to make my film?ā You hadn't asked yet if he was interested.Ā
āIf you star in it with me, I will.ā Pope doesn't want to do it with anyone else.Ā
He only wants you.Ā
āWhat?ā You sound like a broken record at this point.
But he likes how cute you are, all surprised. āYou heard me, little one. I'll finance it myself, just be my co-star.āĀ
āBut I don't know a thing aboutā¦being filmedā¦ā You know there's a whole learning curve to it, of knowing where the camera is and what angles look best.Ā
It's something you've never thought about for yourself. You've only considered it in the context of filming others.
āYou'll learn. I'll teach you. Like right now.ā He hits record on his phone, holding it steady in his hand. āYou're going to suck me off for the very first time in your life.ā
Pope grabs your hand, putting it back at his waistband, inviting you to take his underwear off.Ā
You do it, leaving him bare from the waist down. He looks incredible like this, his cock hard and leaking precum. His shirt clings to his upper body beautifully, reminding you that you were just grinding on his lap with his chest pressed flush against yours.Ā Ā
You feel so small knelt in front of him like this. He hovers over you like a giant, engulfing you completely, consuming you with his eyes locked on yours.Ā
āNow, do what you think is right. You've watched plenty of videos. You know what to do.ā Pope wraps his hand around his cock, pumping it a few times for the camera, before leaving you to do the rest.Ā
You shake away the nerves so you can lean in, dragging your tongue along the bottom of his shaft until you reach the tip, swirling around it, tasting him for the first time. He chuckles at how stunned you look at how pleasant he tastes. You expected it to be more musky but it wasn't at all.Ā
It's oddlyā¦sweet.Ā
āDo you like how I taste?ā Pope takes a hold of his cock again, pushing the tip of it against your lips. āLet me feed it to you if you like it so much.āĀ
You part your lips, letting his cock slip into your mouth. He's so big that your jaw nearly locks up trying to take him. You're careful with your teeth as he slides deeper inside, until he's so far down your throat that you gag.Ā
āFirst time and you're already taking me like a porn star. Good girl.ā His praise is so addicting that you start to suck on his cock in hopes he'll reward you with more. He does, which makes you so happy, āfuck, just like that, use your tongue too. You're doing great.āĀ
You alternate between sucking on his cock and using your tongue to lick up and down his shaft. You try to pay attention to what triggers him to groan and focus on doing that. You know you're doing well when Pope puts his hand in your hair and grips it tight.
āGod, I want fuck that face. Can I fuck your face?ā He wants to use your mouth for his pleasure.Ā
You nod, not really knowing what that entails. You know it's harsh from the videos you've seen butā¦you want to know what it feels like for Pope to use you to make himself cum.Ā
So, you let him fist your hair rather roughly before he pounds his cock into your throat over and over again. You're gagging and crying but to Pope, you've never looked more beautiful.Ā
He might not be able to post this video. It might just have to stay in his personal collection. Your first time taking his cock in your mouth.Ā
Your first time swallowing his cum.Ā
You gulp it down as he coats the back of your throat with his release.Ā
āThat's it, drink it up, don't waste a drop.ā He slowly slips his cock out of your mouth and he can't stop himself from smacking your face with it a bit, so the camera can see how big his cock is compared to your face. You make him groan when you eagerly lick along his shaft again, since you assume it would look good on camera.Ā
āFuck, get over here.ā He ends the video and drags you up onto his lap again. He grabs a hold of your face, looking at you fiercely as he asks, āwho the fuck taught you how to suck cock like that?ā
āYou did.ā You say the only correct response.Ā
Pope lets out a dark chuckle. āGood girl. You're making me very proud.ā
You want him to praise you more so you find the confidence to cup his face like he's doing to you and kiss him, applying the right amount of pressure against his lips that causes him to just start grabbing at your flesh, needing to touch you when your tongue flicks at his bottom lip.Ā
āOh, I'm going to fuck you.ā He's looking forward to seeing how eager you'll be to please him once his cock is deep inside of you.Ā
"Do you think you'll fit?ā You look down, seeing the way his softening cock is still huge, pressing into your lower stomach.Ā
āDon't worry, you can take it.ā He presses his fingertips into your belly, massaging right where your womb must be, which draws out full body shudders from you. āYou'll feel it right here and you'll love it.āĀ
You meet his eyes and then, quietly, you ask him, ācan weā¦do it a different time?āĀ
Pope's jaw tenses at your question. āWhy?āĀ
You bite back a nervous sigh, your stomach churning from what you're about to say, ābecause I don't want this to be a one night standā¦ā
You let go of his shirt, not wanting to cling onto him when he'll likely kick you out for being so needy.
āI'm sorry.ā You shake your head at him, deciding for him that you should leave. āI-I should know better. I'll just head out.ā
āWait.ā He wraps his arms around you, keeping you in place. āWho says you get to leave?āĀ
āPopeāā
"Don't call me that.ā He doesn't want you to use his stage name. He wants you to use his real name.Ā
You're the only one he'll let call him Andrew.Ā
Which is why he doesn't understand why you can't see how special you are to him.Ā
Maybe because no one has ever made you feel special before.Ā
He'll have to change that.Ā
āAndrew.ā You saying his name allows Pope to relax his jaw. Though, he tenses again when you tell him, āI don't think I should stay. I'm going to do something stupidā¦ā
āLike what?ā He wants to know what you're running from.Ā
āLikeā¦ā You look down at his slightly swollen lips, at how you wish you could just freely kiss him without the worry that he'll have to kiss someone else for show.Ā
But you can't want that.Ā
Your aunt is right. He'll end up breaking your heart.
So you need to push him away now, āI'm going to fall in love with you if we sleep together. I'm alreadyā¦feeling too much from justā¦this. I'll fuck it up. I can't keep things casual. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.āĀ
āThen fall in love with me.ā Pope states so nonchalantly that you think he must not have understood you.Ā
āAndrew, I can't.ā You shake your head at him.
āWhy not?āĀ
āBecause you'd neverā¦ā You don't want to break your heart by saying it out loud but it feels like your heart has already decided to break.Ā
āDo you want me to fall in love with you?ā He asks, again with that flat tone of his that has you feeling like he doesn't understand the weight of his words.Ā
āYou won't.ā Your answer isn't what he was looking for.Ā
āAnswer the question.ā He's more stern now.Ā
You pinch your lips together, tears welling your eyes. You should say no, because then you could run from this. From the desire to be his.Ā
But you can't bring yourself to lie so you confess, āof course I want you to fall in love with me. But you won'tāā
āOkay.ā Pope hugs you tighter. āLet's fall in love.āĀ
āWhat?ā You're more astonished than you've been all night.Ā
āWhat?ā He parrots you.Ā
āAndrewā¦don't fuck around with me.ā You don't like whatever kind of joke he's making.Ā
āI'm not fucking around with you. I want to fuck you, though. It doesn't have to be tonight but I'd like you to stay the night regardless.āĀ
You blink at him. You're unsure if your hearing is fucked or not but did he really just sayā¦
āAre you being serious?ā You need a clear answer.Ā
āYes, little one.ā He leans in to press a kiss on your temple. āI'd like you to stay the night. Sex is optional. I fuck for work. I wouldn't mind not doing it but I want to cuddle at least.āĀ
āYou want toā¦ā You're speechless.Ā
Pope laughs at how absolutely baffled you are. You turned out to be more fun than he thought possible.Ā
āIs that bad? Would you not like to cuddle?āĀ
āOf course I would love to cuddle.ā You say it like that's the most obvious thing ever. āBut, butā¦why do you want to cuddle with me?āĀ
āYou gave me a great blowjob.āĀ
āAndrew!ā You smack his chest and he laughs again. āI'm being serious!ā
āI am too.ā He smirks and you glare at him, making him smile even bigger. āYou are so fucking cute. Come here.āĀ
You're suddenly hauled up into his arms. You have to wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his hips to keep yourself from slipping as Pope carries you past his bedroom and then sets you down in his bathroom.Ā
āWhat are we doing here?āĀ
āWell, you probably shouldn't have your first time in the shower but I want to shower with you.ā Pope strips off his shirt, leaving him completely naked now.Ā
He is used to people ogling him but knowing that you're so noticeably overwhelmed by the sight of him, he actually enjoys being looked at by you.Ā
āYou can touch me if you want.ā Pope takes your hand and places it onto his chest.Ā
You feel his steady heartbeat under your fingertips. It's calming but also worrying because if he felt something for you, shouldn't heā¦be more nervous?Ā
It seems like you're the only flustered one, which you don't like. It has you feeling super insecure. But it makes sense that Pope doesn't react much, given his profession.
So, what makes you different enough that he wants to do this with you?Ā
You can't wrap your head around it, your hand lifting off of him.
Then, out of a need to push him away, you demand something you doubt he'll give you, āI don't want to do this if you're just going to throw me away when you're bored of me.āĀ
āIs that what you think I'm going to do?āĀ
You nod, wishing you didn't feel this way.
āHmmm.ā Pope steps closer to you, grabbing a hold of your chin, lifting your face up to look at him since you've been avoiding eye contact this whole time. āHow do I show you that I'm serious about you?āĀ
You shrug. āI don't knowā¦ā
āIs there something you want?ā He'll give you anything you want.Ā
āNothing that isn't super selfish.ā You're honest there. Pope likes that you're honest.Ā
āTell me.ā He wants to know.Ā
āI want you to only kiss me.ā You just spit it out but you don't think he'd actually say yes to this. āAnd I want to kiss you whenever I want.āĀ
āSo you don't want me to kiss anyone at work?āĀ
You nod.Ā
āBut I can still fuck them?ā Pope finds your conditions interesting.Ā
āI'm not that selfish. I know what you do for work. I'm not looking to take away your livelihood butā¦if you only kiss me, I think that would be enough for me.āĀ
āAlright.ā He agrees way too easily for your liking.Ā
āAndrew, I'm serious.āĀ
āAnd I'm serious.ā He leans down to press a kiss against your lips. āI won't even go down on anyone else. My lips are all yours.āĀ
āReally?ā You look at his lips, wanting to kiss him again but your nerves stop you. āAre you sure?āĀ
āOnly if you kiss me right now.ā Pope needs you to seal the deal.Ā
You kiss him immediately and he smiles against your lips, loving how visibly excited you are now. You're much more relaxed, which allows him to unbutton your shorts and tug off your bottoms, leaving you bare from the waist down. Then, he tugs off your top, his lips never parting from yours.Ā
Pope drags you into his shower, turning it on, shielding you from the water until it's warm enough. He presses you up against the tiled wall, his hands roaming your naked body. You're no longer holding back, moaning against his lips when his hands cup your breasts.Ā
āJust so you know,ā Pope leans down to flick one of your nipples with his tongue, āyou aren't allowed to wear such a low cut top around anyone but me from now on.āĀ
āI promise I won't if you keep doing that.ā That feels way too good.Ā
He swirls his tongue over both of your nipples until they're nice and hard then he slides his hands up to tug at them. Before you can react, his mouth is back on yours, his thumbs swiping over your nipples, his thigh spreading your legs apart. You're so shy about how wet you are but Pope grinds his thigh into you, wanting to get you even more wet for him.
āCum all you want, little one.ā He says, pressing a kiss against your cheek. āWe'll wash up after so no need to hold back.āĀ
It's destructive that Pope knows what he's doing. You wonder if he's been this way with anyone else. You can't possibly be the only one swept up in his charms.Ā
But you are.Ā
Because Pope hasn't felt desire like this before.Ā
There's something about how absolutely overwhelmed you are by his actions. He finds it too entertaining. He can't get this from the people in his industry, nor would he want to.Ā
He has been searching for someone like you. Close enough to understand what he does for work, but far enough away that you haven't been exposed to the sides of him that he's trying so hard to hide.Ā
Does he need to hide them from you?Ā
The things you have written have shown him that there's a darkness lurking in your mind that is on the same frequency as the needs in his.Ā
Shall he test you?Ā
You feel his hands slide up your chest and wrap around your neck. Pope can feel your breaths quicken, fear suddenly causing your body to tremble in his hold as he squeezes around the delicate column of your neck.Ā
āAre you scared of me?ā He looks at you with the blankest stare you've ever seen.Ā
And you can't believe how turned on you are.Ā
Because he's performing your script, albeit with a bit of improv since this scene doesn't happen in a shower. But it's the same concept.Ā
Hands wrapped around your throat, thigh between your legs, nerves on high alert.Ā
So, you answer just as you wrote it, your voice the right amount of shaky, ād-do you want me to be?āĀ
Pope doesn't answer. He doesn't need to.Ā
He just steps aside, letting the warm water of the shower suddenly hit your face. You shoot your hands up, trying to stop the water from getting into your eyes but then Pope squeezes your throat and you gasp, swallowing water uncontrollably instead.Ā
āWait!ā You can't push his hand away before it slips between your legs, dipping a finger back inside of you. His thigh keeps your legs apart so you can't resist him adding another one. āAndrew!āĀ
āScream my name louder.ā He grips you by your jaw, forcing you to look at him. āLet me see how scared you can get.āĀ
In all his content, you've never heard Pope sound so frightening before. He usually plays the rougher, harsher characters but the producers never let him show this side of himself. The one he developed in prison.Ā
The one that yearns for the dark.Ā
Your hands are gripping his shoulders, your nails digging into his flesh as his fingers drive into you over and over again. You cling onto him desperately, trying not to topple over completely but it's so hard to stay still when he's fucking you with his fingers like this.Ā
The steam is getting to your head. The look in his eyes is heating up your core. The desire he has to see you completely unravel is messing you up inside, more than his fingers already are.
You should've known better than to expect vanilla sex from Pope.Ā
This is what he truly likes. He only wishes it were his cock getting milked by your tight pussy instead of his fingers. But you need to loosen up a bit or you'll never take him.Ā
You need to be able to handle him at his worst because the moment he puts his cock inside of you, he'll surely lose all rationality.Ā
Like he does right now, when you kiss him out of nowhere.Ā
Pope did promise you that you could kiss him whenever you wanted but he would've never guessed that you would do so while he was abusing your pussy with his fingers.Ā
And now, he has to fuck you up.Ā
You moan when Pope kisses you back, his tongue flicking at your lips, his movements rougher and sloppier than before. It helps that the shower washes it all away, making his rather aggressive kisses much more enjoyable since there aren't layers of spit to contend to.Ā
You cum so much when he curls his fingers just right and he basks in how your pussy clenches to his fingers. āI need you to do that on my cock.āĀ
āI think I'll die if you fuck me.ā You might die right now because his fingers haven't stopped moving inside of you despite your blatantly obvious orgasm. He moves his fingers rapidly side to side until you're close to collapsing, your head so dizzy from cumming so hard all over his hand and thigh.Ā
You're clinging onto him for dear life and it's only when he thinks you actually might pass out that he slows his fingers and pulls out of you.Ā
Then you feel a light slap against your cheek. āStay with me, little one.āĀ
āI'mā¦dizzyā¦ā You feel so lightheaded from the steam and the orgasms.
āI've got you.ā Pope helps you wash up.Ā
You find it odd how gentle he's being in the shower now. He's almost too focused on making sure you're taken care of from head to toe.
He even helps dry you off after the shower. He seats you down on his toilet so he can plug in his hair dryer and blow dry your hair for you.Ā
You feel utterly spoiled, especially when he pulls one of his shirts over your head so you have something to wear and aren't cold while he finishes up with your hair.Ā
It smells like him. You like that a lot.Ā
āAll done.ā He pats your head. āFeeling better?āĀ
You nod. āRefreshed.āĀ
āWant some water?āĀ
āCan I come with you?ā You put your hand out then realize what you're doing.Ā
Were you seriously going to try to hold hands with Pope?
Would he evenā
Pope grabs your hand and yanks you to your feet, interlocking his fingers with yours as he walks the two of you out of his bathroom. Your heart is beating out of your chest at the sight of him leading you to his kitchen, hand firmly clamped around yours.Ā
When you're close enough to him, he picks you up and sets you down on the kitchen counter, legs dangling off like you had them earlier on that dressing table. He likes the look of your bare legs. Maybe he'll have you stay pantless at his place.Ā
āWhat do you want to drink?ā He opens his fridge, gesturing to the few options he has.Ā
Protein shakes, water bottles, beer and some juice. Usually he doesn't drink anything besides water. Tonight, he feels like a beer.Ā
āI'm not old enough to drink.ā You hadn't thought about that.Ā
Pope didn't realize you were that much younger than him. āDo you want one?āĀ
You shake your head. āI want to be sober when we cuddle.āĀ
That makes Pope put his beer back in the fridge and grab water instead. āThen we'll both be sober.āĀ
You don't know why that makes you so happy but the butterflies in your stomach are going nuts.Ā
He rests his hand on your thigh, massaging it gently as the two of you drink water. You like the casual touching.Ā
You like Pope, a lot.Ā
So you set down your half-finished bottle of water then put your hand on his chest. It's bare. He's only wearing underwear. He looks way too good like this.Ā
It makes you almost frustrated that this sight has been seen by millionsā¦
āLike what you see?ā He steps closer to you, tossing his bottle of water aside so he can place both of his hands on your thighs. āYou can touch me as much as you want.ā
āYou aren't tired of being touched?ā You're worried that after the shoot, he must not want to do this for much longer.Ā
But then he says, āI'd never get tired of being touched by you.ā
āHave you always been such a flirt?ā You chuckle, your hands roaming his bare skin more freely now. āI hope you don't regret this. I might never want to let you go.āĀ
You say it like a joke but Pope says it back like a promise, āI'm never letting you go.āĀ
āWe just met.ā You remind him.Ā
āYou don't believe in love at first sight?ā He thought you'd be more of a romantic type than a realistic one, given your aspirations.Ā
āLoveā¦ā You blink up at him. āAre you sayingā¦?ā
Pope doesn't hide his truth. āI knew you were special the moment I saw you. I was hoping you'd be one of my co-stars.āĀ
āIā¦still can beā¦ā Your skin heats up when you say that, not believing that it actually came out of your mouth.Ā
āDo you want to make content with me?ā Pope wouldn't mind that.Ā
As nice as it is to get paid regularly to do bigger porn productions, he knows he could pull the same numbers if he started making videos on his own. Or with you.Ā
Especially with you.Ā
āWhat if you get sick of fucking the same person?ā You let your insecurities flood out, sighing.Ā
āI could ask you that.ā He spreads your thighs open with his big hands, settling his hips between them.
You glance down, surprised to see that he's hard. His cock is practically begging to burst out of his underwear.Ā
āAre you going to get tired of being fucked by me?ā He grinds his cock against your bare pussy. You can feel so much warmth radiating off of him despite the layer of fabric between the two of you.Ā
It has your heart leaping out of your chest when you answer, āI doubt I could ever get bored of you.āĀ
āI feel the same way about you.ā Pope wants to reassure you that he's choosing you.Ā
He can't help it. He hasn't wanted anyone like this before.Ā
He would give it all up for you.Ā
But he knows you're too sweet to let him. āYou don't have to stop making porn for me, Andrew.ā
āSay my name again.ā He likes hearing it from you.Ā
No one ever calls him Andrew, especially not in porn. And he is grateful for that because now the only memory he has of someone moaning his name is you with your lovely voice.Ā
āAndrew.ā You wrap your arms around his middle, tugging him to you. āI'm serious. Don't throw away your livelihood for me.āĀ
āI'm not throwing it away. I'm shifting to a new style. You can help me. It would be good filming practice.āĀ
You can't believe what he's offering you. āYou'd let me direct you?āĀ
āYou said you wanted to make an independent production. Doesn't get more independent than just you and me.ā He leans down to press a light kiss on your forehead to comfort you, since you're staring back at him so baffled. āI'd like to film with you. Only you.ā
āI'm unsure if I'm star materialā¦ā You've never even had sex before.Ā
How can Pope be so sure you won't drag him down?Ā
Because he made that video of you going down on him earlier, looking like such a beauty that he's sure anyone would get riled up seeing you on camera.Ā
āWhy don't we practice?āĀ
āHow?ā It will probably take you forever to get comfortable in front of the camera.Ā
āI'll teach you everything about sex one step at a time. We'll film the whole thing, leading up to the first time we fuck.ā His words have your heart racing unbelievably fast. āWe won't fuck until you're ready to film it. Until you know your angles and what you want to show the world.ā
āYou wouldā¦wait that long?āĀ
āWould that make you happy, little one?ā Pope wraps his arms around you, tugging you closer to him.Ā
You nod. You'd like that a lot.Ā
So, that's what you and Pope do.Ā
You help him set up an account on a reputable adult content sharing site. You shouldn't have been shocked how quickly he builds a hefty fanbase willing to buy his personalized content but you are.
He's making so much money. More money than you'd ever need for a simple production like you've been planning.Ā
And Pope thanks you for his success.Ā
He has you do all the filming. All your ideas sell very well to his audience, who love the jerk off videos where he's talking about how much he wants to kidnap you and rape you until you're his forever.
It's easy for Pope to make this content because he doesn't have to pretend. He's being completely honest and his fans can feel it through the screen. But he isn't talking to them.Ā
He's talking to you, his pretty girl behind the camera who he has a vibe strapped to. He doesn't let you cum until the filming is over. He wants you wet and aching for him the moment the camera shuts off.Ā
It makes for incredibly authentic videos when you're so desperate for him after all the edging. He has gotten a little too good at making you cum on his tongue.Ā
You cum so well for the camera. You never have to fake it. And everyone who follows Pope wishes they were you.Ā
You satisfy them by filming from your point of view, letting the world watch your porn star boyfriend eat you out and finger you until you're squirting all over his face, which he licks up in a way that has people begging for more content like that, where they can pretend to be you.Ā
You've been faceless thus far. You're worried about showing yourself, that it might kill the fantasies of the viewers.
āLet them be envious.ā Pope tells you while you're both cuddling in his bed. āI want to be able to see you in those videos too.āĀ
āYou might be the only one who would, Andrew.ā You smile at that, though.Ā
You really like him. He really likes you. And you believe he does because he is always making these kinds of comments. About how he wants the world to know that you're more than just his co-star.Ā
But you urge him against it.Ā
It's better for him if people don't know he's dating anyone.Ā
You know this because you've been deleting all the messages that he's been getting where they complain about you being there. They want Pope content, not you. And if you are there, they want less of you and more of him. Which makes sense, since it is his account.Ā
Pope can tell you've grown more apprehensive about filming content together. You insist on just filming him. But he doesn't want to film alone anymore.Ā
He likes filming with you. He likes having you on camera with him.
He would like it even more if he got to fuck you but you're scared to do it.Ā
Because you've read several comments telling Pope that they'll unsubscribe if he fucks you. A lot of them are sick of you ācapitalizing his time and attentionā. They miss when he made porn with different people because at least then, they could pretend he belonged to anyone and everyone.Ā
But he belongs to you.Ā
And you're starting to feel bad about it.Ā
You don't want his career to get stunted because of you. Even though you can't possibly leave him. You love him.
These last few months have been incredible. You've learned so much about filming and about your own body.Ā
You want to have sex with Pope but you're afraid that the moment you do, you'll never be able to let him go.Ā
You feel selfish for wanting him all to yourself when there's so many people willing to throw ridiculous amounts of money at him as long as he stays āavailableā in their eyes.Ā
But you don't know Pope.Ā
Pope doesn't give a fuck about any of those people. He only cares about you. He has enough money. He doesn't need to make porn anymore.Ā
If anything, the porn is just an excuse to keep you in his life because he worries you're not as crazy about him as he is about you.Ā
Any time he tries to initiate sex, you worm your way out of it. He even tells you that you don't have to film your first time but that still doesn't persuade you.Ā
You don't come over as often anymore. Only when he wants to film content and you don't stay the night. He can't convince you to, either. You always have some kind of excuse.
Your behavior is making him lose his mind.
He misses you when you aren't with him. He tells you this and you believe him but you also keep up the self sabotage because you delude yourself into thinking that he'll get sick of you eventually, especially when you're acting like this.Ā
Why would he want you when you're being a burden? You keep it up, in hopes he'll finally see that you're not good for him, that you're making his life worse.Ā
Even though Pope's life feels empty without youā¦Ā
So empty that he has to fill the void somehow.Ā
And he starts when he catches a comment on an old video of his.Ā
You haven't been over in a week. He missed you so much that he went back to watch a video that he uploaded of you cumming on his tongue for the first time. He likes that video a lot because you're so shy about how hard you came and he chuckles on video. It's such a natural interaction between the two of you. Beautifully intimate, which is why Pope wanted to rewatch it. He figured other people would like the genuine connection you and him have.
But apparently, some people don't like this video at all.Ā
He clicks on the profile of the person who left a comment saying that they wish Pope would stop making videos with you because they don't like you. He sees all the comments you deleted from his account from this person, since they're only deleted on his end, not theirs.Ā
They're all hateful, disgusting comments that make his blood boil.Ā
Pope realizes then that you've been hiding this from him. He doesn't get why.
Don't you know that he'd take care of these people for you?Ā
These aren't people you need to worry your lovely head about, little one.Ā
Pope will handle it.Ā
He'll handle each and every one of them.Ā
Then, you won't have anything to worry about anymoreā¦Ā
You find it strange that Pope's house smells like bleach. It never used to smell like bleach. You know he likes to clean but it's been more excessive lately.Ā
You're concerned so you ask him the next time you come over, āis everything okay, Andrew?āĀ
āEverything's great.ā He's getting through his list quicker than he thought he would.Ā
Killing people was something he figured would take him a while to get back into the groove of but he's been disposing of bodies left and right without much extra effort. Though, it helps that he feels incredibly motivated to kill, versus before where he was forced to kill for his mother Smurf.Ā
This is easy. He'd do anything for you.Ā
The next jerk off video Pope posts isā¦dark.Ā
You didn't plan any of the dialogue. Usually you have a light script written up for Pope to follow along with but today, he just improvised.Ā
He talks about how much he wants to fuck you, that he would do anything for you, including torture and kill people who are bad to you and dispose of their bodies so you don't have to see them ever again.Ā
As long as you belong to him.Ā
It's the most fucked up video he has made thus far.Ā
And it sells like hotcakes.Ā
People eat it up, loving that he's so crazed in it. He cums hard for the camera too, harder than he has in a long time.Ā
Though, his audience has no idea it's because Pope was looking at you and that haunted expression on your face that he wishes he could see while he's buried inside of you.Ā
That frightened expression never leaves your face.Ā
Because you ask him, āwere you being serious in that video?āĀ
And Pope answers without flinching, āyes.āĀ
You're laying beside him in bed. You decided to stay the night after editing and posting that video because it's been a while and you've missed sleeping next to him.
But now you'reā¦scared.Ā
More scared than you've ever been.Ā
Because you saw what looked like a fingernail in the bathtub. A whole fingernail, caught under the stopper. Like it couldn't get washed away fast enough.Ā
His bathroom reeked of bleach and other chemicals.Ā
But you have no reason to believe that Pope would actually kill peopleā¦
āThat was a pretty creative concept.ā You try to make light of it but it falls flat.Ā
Especially when Pope furrows his brows at you. āConcept?āĀ
āYeah, for the video.ā You blink up at him, confused. āYou were just acting, right?āĀ
āDo you think I'd cum that hard if I was acting?ā He chuckles at your horrified look. āYou should know I'd kill for you.ā
āAndrew, that's not funny.āĀ
āIt's not a joke, little one.ā His grip around your waist tightens because you attempt to wriggle out of his hold but he won't let you. āWhere do you think youāre going?āĀ
āI want to go home.ā You tell him because you're actually super freaked out right now.
He has to be joking. There's no wayā¦
You can't be here if he's being serious.Ā
āYou promised you'd stay the night.ā Pope has worked so hard these last few weeks for you. He deserves a treat. He wants to fall asleep with you in his arms.Ā
āAndrew, I want to go home.ā You push at his arms but he won't budge. āAndrew, please!ā
Pope is tired of this. Of you fighting him and his needs.Ā
He knows you want him too.Ā
You'll appreciate what he's done for you someday.Ā
Even if you're afraid of it right now.Ā
You shriek when Pope pins you down on the bed, his body weight making it impossible for you to move. You feel how hard his cock is, rubbing up against your lower belly, making it known what he wants to do to you.
āI'm going to fuck you and you're going to enjoy it.ā He's done waiting.Ā
āNo!ā You shout at him, shoving at his chest. āI want to go home!ā
āThis is your home!ā He shouts back at you, his words silencing you completely as he exclaims, āyou loved it here, you loved being with me! Until those stupid motherfuckers put it in your head that you weren't good enough for me. It's okay though. I took care of them. They won't bother you anymore, little one.āĀ
āYouā¦what?ā You're going to pretend you didn't just hear that.
But then Pope makes it very clear what he's done, so you can't avoid it any longer. āI killed anyone I could who said anything mean about you.āĀ
And now you're left with that shocked look on your face that has his cock throbbing against your belly.Ā
āThankfully, a lot of them were local.ā He continues detailing what he's done for you. āI cleaned up the vermin. You're welcome.ā
āYou'reā¦you're sick.ā You think back through the last few months.
Has Pope been taking his pills?Ā
He hasn't. Because why does he need to when you'll accept him as he is?Ā
You love all of him, don't you?Ā
Don't you?Ā
āAndrew, you need to get off of me.ā You push at his shoulders but again, he doesn't dare move.Ā
āWhy?ā He likes being on top of you. It's one of his favorite places to be.Ā
āWhy?ā You repeat back to him, baffled that he doesn't get why you're afraid of him. āYou just told me you killed people.ā
āSo?ā He doesn't know what the big deal is.
Pope grew up around killers. He grew up killing people. This isn't anything new to him. Just a part of himself that he revived for your sake.Ā
You seem ungrateful thoughā¦
āYou can't just murder people for being mean to me!ā You scream at him, pounding your fists against his hard chest. āGet off of me!ā
āI can and I will.ā He snatches your wrists and holds them above your head. āI'd do it again and again if you needed me to.ā
āI don't need you to kill people for meā¦ā You can't move at all. He has you locked down tight right now.Ā
āThat's how I know you're perfect for me.ā He leans in, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. āYou would never make me do what needs to be done. You care so much about me.āĀ
You are in complete disbelief.Ā
Of course you care about Pope butā¦do you care enough about him to let him murder people?Ā
People who specifically were rude and nasty to you?Ā
Do they even deserve to live?
You shake that deadly thought away. No, that's wrong. You shouldn't be happy that Pope killed those assholes for you.Ā
You shouldn't encourage this behavior.Ā
You shouldn't feel soā¦good that he would do that for you.Ā
This is fucked up, beyond fucked up.Ā
It's your wildest fantasy come true.Ā
But some fantasies should stay fantasiesā¦
Because if you indulge in any more darkness, you'll surely never find your way out.
Is that really a bad thing?Ā
Can't you justā¦enjoy being his?Ā
Pope wouldn't do this for just anyone. You're obviously special to him. You are fully aware of that now.Ā
And it makes you sick how much you like it.Ā
āAndrew, we can't be together.ā You want to see how crazed he can get about you. āI don't want to be with you anymore.āĀ
Something fucking snaps in Pope when you say that.Ā
He lets out a low, menacing growl. Like you've triggered the beast in him that he's been trying his whole life to keep caged.Ā
āYou think you get to run from me, little one? You think you have a choice here?ā He starts laughing maniacally and your entire body freezes up. āI don't give a fuck what you think. You're mine whether you want to be or not.ā
Then, Pope gets off of you. He stands up, at the edge of the bed, and looks at you staring up at him with wide eyes, so full of that delicious fear.Ā
āI'll give you until I'm done setting up.ā He's being generous. You won't get very far. āBut just know, the moment I catch you, I'm raping you on camera.ā
Your chest tightens. Every breath you take is a struggle. Your body is trembling all over.
The thrill is unlike anything you've ever felt before.Ā
Pope ignores the fact that you're still laying in bed, stunned. He focuses on getting all the cameras set up.Ā
Why would he care if you decide not to run? Makes his life easier if you don't.Ā
You scramble to your feet when you see him pull out several toys, including a butt plug, so he can clean them and get them ready.
That's when you start to actually panic.Ā
Because you told Pope you don't want to do any kind of anal play until you've gotten used to sex.Ā
But it looks like he has stopped giving a fuck about what you want.Ā
He's going to take both of your virginities, right here, right now.Ā
Live on camera.Ā
You shriek when he tries to grab you. You duck under his arms and sprint out of the room. You should've ran sooner. He's so much faster than you are.Ā
You barely make it to the front door before Pope slams you against it. The wind is knocked out of you immediately which is why you can't fight back when he grabs you by the hair and drags you back towards his bedroom. You have no strength left. Or rather, he is so much stronger than you.Ā
He tosses you onto the bed without breaking a sweat and he does it again and again, each time you try to get out of it. You're immediately thrown right back down.Ā
āStay put.ā He commands but you don't listen, making him click his tongue in irritation. āThis would be easier if you stopped struggling. I can make you feel really good.āĀ
āI don't want to.ā You shake your head at him, trying again to get off the bed but this time Pope is done with fucking around.Ā
He grabs you by the throat and holds you down onto the bed. You flail beneath him, kicking at him, screaming at him but the words don't come out.Ā
The only words that can be heard are his, āyou know I could just kill you.ā
You still completely at that. He smiles down at you, caressing your face with his free hand. It's not comforting. It's so fucking scary. He's so fucking crazyā¦Ā
āWhat will it be, little one?ā He grips your throat with both his hands now, tightening his hold, making you choke for the cameras. āDo you want to die or do you want to get fucked?āĀ
He lets go of your throat for just a moment so you can tell him, panic in your quiet murmur, āI don't want to dieā¦ā
āGood girl.ā Pope praises you for making the right choice, giving you a light kiss on the temple. āYou're going to let me take your virginity, then?āĀ
You nod reluctantly.Ā
āIncluding your ass?ā He wants the camera to catch you consenting to this, even if it's obviously coerced.Ā
āPlease, Andrew, not myāā His hands don't allow another word to leave your lips, gripping your neck so hard that your eyes feel like they might pop out of your skull.Ā
āDon't be a bad girl.ā He shakes his head at you, full of disappointment. āTell me the right answer.ā
He loosens his hold and waits for you to tell him what he wants to hear.Ā
Heat flashes in his gaze when you answer, āno.āĀ
āNo?ā His lips curve into a big smile, a smile so wide that anyone could tell it's an evil one.Ā
āI don't want this.ā You tell him and you're unsure if you're acting or not. It's a little bit of both⦠āYou're going to rape me. I didn't sign up for this.āĀ
āOh?ā He moves his hands to the side of your head, leaning down until you can feel every word he breathes out on your lips, āwhat did you sign up for, then?āĀ
Pope isn't expecting you to cup his face with your hands. Nor is he expecting for you to rest your forehead against his before kissing him on the lips.Ā
He has missed the feel of your lips on his.Ā
It feels like it's been too long since the last time the two of you kissed.Ā
āYou.ā You whisper to him, so softly so the cameras can't hear it. āI love you, Andrew.āĀ
āAre you being serious?" He won't let you live if you're fucking with him right now.Ā
You nod, smiling up at him. āI love everything about you.āĀ
āI was about to rape you.ā He wants you to realize what you almost made him do.Ā
āI was going to let you.ā You nuzzle his nose playfully before telling him, āyou still can.ā
āDon't push me.ā He refuses to let you tempt him any further.Ā
But you entice him too much. āI want you to, Andrew. Take me like you've always wanted to.āĀ
His breaths grow heavy, desire clouding his judgment. āWe're going to have to cut this part out of the video.āĀ
āWant to kiss me a little first?ā You say with a lovely grin.Ā
āFuck.ā He finds you so adorable. āI love you so much.āĀ
You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. The two of you lay there, tongues tangled, hips grinding against each other until you're aching for him to fuck you already.Ā
When Pope can't handle it anymore, he tells you, āwe make love for us. Then we fuck for the camera.āĀ
āI like that idea.ā You giggle happily when he tugs off your clothes until you're bare beneath him. āMy turn.āĀ
You strip him and Pope knows then that you're the one for him. Because you're so gentle with him, with every touch. You treat him like he's precious to you. It's all he has ever wanted.
You're beautifully bashful when he starts kissing up and down the length of your body, his hands roaming your skin, wanting to memorize what you feel like.Ā
āI hope you know the moment we fuck, we're never stopping.ā He warns you because he's been waiting for this for too long. He's going to need to have his fill of you.Ā
āDon't tease me with a good time, Andrew.ā You spread your legs for him, dipping your hand between them to show him how wet you are. āWill you touch me? I've missed you.āĀ
āYou have?ā Pope hadn't realized how desperate he was to hear you admit it out loud.Ā
āI'm sorry I was being distant.ā You feel really bad about it.Ā
āIt's okay.ā He would've suffered as long as you needed him to. āJust don't do it again.āĀ
āAs long as you don't kill any more people.ā Your words make him snap up to look at you.Ā
āBut what if they're mean and deserve to die?ā He says between gritted teeth and you hold back a laugh.
Pope can be like a vicious puppy sometimes. It's so cute.Ā
āI don't want the love of my life going to prison over a few internet trolls.ā
He grumbles. āFine. Then I'll take out my frustration on your pussy.ā
You gasp when he dives between your legs without warning, his tongue dipping into you immediately. You squirm when the tip of his tongue starts flicking that spot inside of you that has you begging him to stop or you'll burst.Ā
āWait, slow downāAndrew!ā You push at his head, trying to get him to stop because your orgasm is building too quickly. āStop! I'm going to cum, I'm going toāā
Your orgasm hits you right then and Pope has a little too much fun licking it up, the sounds surely getting captured on camera.Ā
āCum as much as you want, little one.ā He says as he thrusts two fingers inside of you, curling them right where his tongue just was, sending shivers through you. āShow me how good I make you feel.āĀ
You grab a hold of his hair when Pope starts sucking on your clit while his fingers pounds into you. You're trying not to be too vocal. You know the audience doesn't like it. But Pope likes it, so he makes you cum so hard that you can't hold back your voice.Ā
And he does that over and over again until you're begging and crying for him to give you a break.Ā
āI can't cum anymore, Andrew.ā You won't survive if he makes you cum again.Ā
You're so overstimulatedā¦
Pope lets out a sigh. āFine, we'll take a break.āĀ
Though, a break in his mind really just means he's going to take his time marking every inch of your skin with his teeth. You don't know if this is any better than cumming your brains out. Now you're sensitive all over. Everywhere he touches sends sparks to your core.Ā
Pope's prepping you to cum hard on his cock. He wants your first time to be so good, you become addicted to fucking him.Ā
So he has to pull out every trick in the book.Ā
Edging you until you're dripping wet and aching for something deep inside of you.Ā
āFinally ready for my cock?ā He asks, smirking at the desperation in your eyes.
āPlease.ā You want him so badly.Ā
Pope settles his hips against yours. He grabs his cock, dragging it up and down the length of your wet slit, coating himself in your slick.Ā
āDeep breaths, little one.ā He instructs as he pushes the tip of his cock against your entrance. āYou're about to take a porn star's cock for your first time. You'll need to relax.āĀ
Easier said than done because it feels like he's splitting you in two from just the tip of his cock pushing past your entrance. You're gripping onto the sheets for dear life as he slips more of himself into you slowly.Ā
āToo much.ā You cry out, shaking your head, feeling overwhelmed. āYou're too big.āĀ
Your words cause his cock to twitch inside of you which only makes you wriggle even more. It's so intense, the pressure of being pried out like this.Ā
āFocus on me.ā Pope leans down to kiss you, distracting you with his soft lips and loving words. āYou're doing so well. Your pussy feels so good.ā
āYeah?ā You like that he feels good too. āDo you like my tight virgin pussy?āĀ
He growls low. āI love it.ā
His cock barely fits inside of you. He'll need to fuck you a bit to loosen you up. So, he grabs your hips and looks at you with so much need in his eyes.Ā
āI'm going to fuck you now.ā He gives you a moment to prepare yourself. āUntil you're covered in my cum.āĀ
You shake your head. āI want you to cum inside of me. Pump a baby into me, Andrew.ā
The moment you say that, it's like any remaining rationality Pope had left completely crumbles.Ā
He pins you down by your shoulders and just starts ramming into you. You've never felt such forceful thrusts before that your body doesn't even know how to react.Ā
You just cum. That's all you can do.Ā
āOh godāā You grab a hold of his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin as he pounds you into his mattress. āToo rough, you're being tooā!ā
His hands slide to your throat and the moment he cuts off your air, you squirt on his cock and he laughs. āSomeone likes it rough.āĀ
You're clawing at him now, drawing blood, unable to handle the orgasms he's pulling out of you. Your vision is going blurry. You can't think straight.Ā
And you see stars when he whispers in your ear, āhow does it feel to get raped for your first time?āĀ
Your body convulses under him in response and Pope loves how your pussy is clenching around him, milking his cock, begging for his cum. When he finally gives it to you and lets go of your throat, you're gasping for air, cumming your brains out on his cock pumping hot ropes of cum inside of you. You love how warm you feel, completely filled up with his release.Ā
You don't want it to end.Ā
You want to be wrung out like this for the rest of your life.Ā
Pope pulls out of you and you expect it to be over but then you feel three of his fingers replace his cock. You're so sensitive that an orgasm washes over you just from him idly stroking your insides. He's merely resting his fingers inside of you, to keep you plugged up, but you're cumming on them too easily, drenching his hand.
āYou're spilling my cum, little one.ā He thrusts as much as he can back inside of you. āI need you to hold it in.ā
āIt's hardā¦ā Especially when he keeps curling his fingers on purpose.Ā
āWho taught you to cum like a porn star?ā He can't even count how many orgasms the cameras must've caught by now.Ā
āYou.ā You answer honestly, earning yourself another orgasm when his fingers start fucking you faster. āAndrew!āĀ
āDon't cum.ā He thrusts his fingers deeper inside of you with every stroke. āIf you cum, I'm going to rape you.āĀ
You glance down. Pope is hard again already. Usually it takes longer but when he looks at you, his body is just ready to fuck.Ā
Especially now that his cock has had a taste of your pussy.Ā
He can't possibly quit now!
Your whole body tenses in a poor attempt to stop the orgasm that will inevitably shatter you. But Pope is ruthless with his fingers.Ā
Then he tugs at your perky nipples with his free hand and you burst like a dam, cumming all over his fingers.Ā
You don't get a second to collect yourself before Pope flips you onto your stomach and pounds every inch of his cock inside of your still spasming pussy. His weight keeps you held down to the bed as he fucks you like an animal desperately needing to breed. He wants you pregnant.
He needs you to have his baby.Ā
You don't know how many times Pope cums inside of you. The batteries in the cameras all die at a certain point but he doesn't stop fucking you.Ā
It's a compulsion at a certain point. The moment he's hard again, his cock is buried inside of you. Your pussy has molded to his shape. Your body yearns for his release.Ā
The two of you don't stop fucking until you take a pregnancy test and it's positive.Ā
Pope is the most excited he has ever been about anything.Ā
And you're happy to see him like that.Ā
So, you'll wait a bit longer before you tell him it's a false positive. You had to figure out how to create a false positive or he would've never let you leave his bed.Ā
He surely won't once he finds out.
And you're looking forward to it.Ā
a/n: you know this idea started as one of those crack ideas but then I just ended up writing so much for it, oops! I just fell in love with porn star!pope, he's such a lovely guy (who will be very angry when he finds out you aren't pregnant hehe the next part will be fun ~)
hope you enjoyed the read ā”
AYOOOOOOOOOO this is THE STUFF to keep me away from being depresseddddd
Nicely done, once again author!! Keep feeding us amazing fics and keep us well fed mother xx


















