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Aaron Taylor Johnson x Interview
Warning: sex, blowjob, hardcore, milking, unprotected fuck, almost public. +18
The studio lights were warm, almost too warm, the kind that made sweat bead at the small of your back if you weren’t careful. Cassie sat in the high-backed leather chair, legs crossed tightly, clipboard balanced on one thigh like a shield. Her navy dress clung to her curves in a way that had felt professional in the dressing room, but now, under the glare of the cameras, felt like a dare. She adjusted the microphone clipped to her collar for the third time, trying to steady her breathing. Aaron Taylor-Johnson was late, and the longer she waited, the more her pulse fluttered against her throat.
The side door opened with a soft click.
He stepped in like he owned the room (because, in a way, he did). Black suit, perfectly tailored, jacket open just enough to reveal the crisp white shirt stretched across his chest. The top two buttons were undone, a deliberate tease of tanned skin and the faint shadow of chest hair. His curls were tousled, longer than in the posters, falling over his forehead in a way that made you want to push them back. He smiled at the crew first, easy, charming, then turned that smile on her.
Cassie forgot how to speak for half a second.
“Hi, love,” he said, voice low and warm like whiskey poured over ice. “Sorry I’m late. Traffic was murder.”
She stood too quickly, nearly knocking over her water glass. “No—no problem at all. We’re just glad you’re here.”
He crossed the space in three slow strides, hand extended. His palm was warm, fingers strong as they closed around hers. He didn’t shake; he held, just long enough for her to feel the calluses on his fingertips.
“You must be Cassie,” he said, eyes flicking down her body and back up, slow and approving. “They told me you were good. Didn’t say you were fucking gorgeous.”
Her cheeks burned. “Thank you. Please, sit.”
He did, sprawling back into the opposite chair like a king on a throne, one ankle crossed over his knee. The movement made his trousers pull tight across his thighs. Cassie sat back down, smoothing her skirt, trying not to stare at the way his sleeves strained when he rested his arms.
The red light on the camera blinked on.
She cleared her throat. “We’re rolling in five… four…”
Aaron leaned forward slightly, elbows on his knees, watching her with lazy amusement. “Relax, darling,” he murmured, just loud enough for her mic to catch. “I don’t bite. Unless you ask nicely.”
The floor director gave the signal.
Cassie smiled too brightly. “Welcome back to Spotlight Live, I’m Cassie Hart, and today I am beyond thrilled to be sitting down with Aaron Taylor-Johnson, star of the new psychological thriller ‘The Hunt’. Aaron, thank you so much for being here.”
He grinned, slow and crooked. “Thank you for having me, Cassie. Been looking forward to this all week.”
She glanced at her cards. “The film has been getting incredible early buzz. Critics are calling your performance ‘feral’, ‘primal’. How did you get into that headspace?”
Aaron tilted his head, eyes never leaving hers. “Lots of running. Lots of growling in mirrors. Lots of… thinking about what it feels like to want something so badly you’d tear the world apart to get it.”
His voice dropped on the last words. Cassie’s pen slipped in her sweaty fingers.
She laughed nervously. “Well, it certainly comes across. There’s a scene in the trailer where you pin someone against a wall—”
“Love that scene,” he interrupted softly, biting his lower lip. “The way she breathes. The way she trembles. You feel like you’re watching something you shouldn’t.”
Cassie swallowed. “Yes, exactly. It’s… intense.”
He leaned closer, voice velvet. “You like intense, Cassie?”
Her laugh came out shaky. “I—uh—professionally, yes.”
“Only professionally?” His tongue touched the corner of his mouth, slow. “Shame.”
She fanned herself with the cards. “It’s warm in here, isn’t it?”
“Is it?” he asked innocently. “I’m quite comfortable. Maybe it’s just you.”
Cassie shot him a look. He just smiled wider, all teeth.
She powered through the next few questions, voice getting breathier with each one. He answered easily, but his eyes stayed locked on her mouth, her throat, the way her chest rose too fast under the thin fabric of her dress.
At one point he stretched, arms high above his head, shirt pulling tight across his abs. Cassie’s question died halfway out.
He noticed. Of course he did.
“You alright, love?” he asked, voice dripping honey. “You look a little… flushed.”
“I’m fine,” she squeaked.
He chuckled, low in his throat. “Liar.”
The segment break came like a mercy. The floor director called for a quick reset.
Cassie sagged in her chair. “You’re evil.”
Aaron laughed, deep and rich. “I’m helping you relax. You were wound so tight I was worried you’d snap.”
She glared at him, but there was no heat in it. “You’re making it worse.”
“Am I?” He leaned over the arm of his chair, voice dropping. “Or am I making it better and you just don’t want to admit it?”
Cassie opened her mouth, closed it. He watched the war on her face with pure delight.
The director counted them back in.
She tried again. “So, Aaron, your character—Kraven—he’s very… dominant. Very in control. Is that something you relate to?”
He licked his bottom lip slowly. “In some ways, yeah. I like control. I like knowing exactly what someone needs… and giving it to them.”
Cassie’s thighs pressed together under the desk.
He noticed that too.
“Tell me, Cassie,” he said, voice silky. “Do you like giving up control? Or do you fight it?”
She laughed too loudly. “Next question.”
He grinned like a wolf. “That’s a yes.”
The interview went off the rails slowly, deliciously. Every question she asked, he turned back on her. Every time she tried to steer professional, he dragged her back into the heat.
At one point, he reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered against her cheek.
“You’ve got the prettiest blush,” he murmured. “Goes all the way down your neck. Wonder how far.”
She slapped his hand away, laughing despite herself. “Stop it.”
“Make me.”
The red light blinked off. Final segment break.
Cassie exhaled shakily. “Jesus Christ, Aaron.”
He stood, stretched again, then walked over to her side of the desk. Leaned down, hands braced on either side of her chair, caging her in.
“Tell me to stop,” he said quietly. “Say it and I will.”
She stared up at him, lips parted, pupils blown wide.
He waited.
She didn’t speak.
His smile was slow, filthy. “Good girl.”
He glanced at the camera. “We off air?”
The cameraman gave a thumbs up. “Live feed’s cut. Still recording though.”
Aaron’s grin turned feral. “Perfect.”
He looked back down at her, thumb brushing her lower lip. “You’ve been staring at my mouth for forty minutes, Cassie. Want a taste?”
She whimpered.
He laughed softly. “Use your words, baby.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, I want a taste.”
He straightened, eyes dark. “Then come get it.”
Cassie stood on shaky legs. He didn’t move back. Just watched her, predator-still.
She reached up, fingers curling into his shirt, and pulled him down.
The kiss was filthy from the start: open-mouthed, hungry, his tongue sliding against hers like he owned her. One hand fisted in her hair, the other sliding down to grip her ass hard.
When they broke apart, she was panting.
He licked into her mouth once more, then pulled back. “Look at you. Already wrecked.”
She moaned.
He glanced down at her dress, at the deep V of her neckline. “This dress,” he said roughly. “Been driving me insane. These tits—fuck. Been dying to get my mouth on them.”
Cassie’s hands flew to cover herself.
He caught her wrists, pinned them to her sides. “Don’t you dare. You’ve been teasing me all night. Now you take what you get.”
He leaned down, dragged his tongue up the swell of one breast, slow and wet.
She cried out.
He bit down lightly. “Quiet, baby. Crew’s still here. Unless you want them to watch?”
She shook her head frantically.
He chuckled. “Liar again.”
His hand slid to his belt. The clink of the buckle made her knees buckle.
He looked down at her, eyes heavy-lidded. “On your knees, Cassie.”
She dropped like she was born for it.
He cupped her jaw, thumb stroking her cheek. “Such a pretty little thing. Been thinking about this mouth since I walked in.”
He unbuttoned his trousers slowly, deliberately. The zipper came down with a soft rasp.
Cassie’s breath hitched as he pulled himself free.
He was thick, heavy in his hand, flushed dark. The head already slick.
His shadow fell over her face as he stepped closer.
“Look at you,” he murmured. “On your knees for me like a good girl.”
He tapped the head against her lips once, twice. “Open.”
She did.
He fed himself in slowly, groaning low as her lips stretched around him.
“Fuck, yes. Take it deeper, baby. That’s it.”
She gagged softly when he hit the back of her throat.
He pulled back, let her breathe, then pushed in again. “Relax your throat. You can take more. I know you can.”
Tears pricked her eyes, but she nodded, eager.
He started to move: slow, filthy thrusts, hand tangled in her hair.
“Look at me,” he growled. “Want to see those pretty eyes while you choke on my cock.”
She looked up, mascara already smudging.
He cursed under his breath. “Fucking perfect.”
He fucked her mouth deeper, faster, spit slicking her chin.
“You love this, don’t you?” he rasped. “Love being my little slut on camera.”
She moaned around him.
He pulled out suddenly, slapped her cheek lightly with his wet cock. “Answer me.”
“Yes, daddy,” she whimpered.
His eyes flashed. “Again.”
“Yes, daddy. I love it.”
He growled, shoved back in, hips snapping.
After long, filthy minutes, he pulled out, breathing hard.
“Up,” he ordered.
She stood on shaky legs.
He lifted her like she weighed nothing, set her on the desk, shoved her dress up to her waist.
“Tits out,” he demanded.
She scrambled to pull the top down. Her breasts spilled free, nipples hard and dark.
He groaned. “Fuck. Look at these.”
He bent, sucked one nipple into his mouth hard.
She cried out, fingers digging into his hair.
He bit down, soothed with his tongue, then moved to the other.
When he pulled back, his lips were wet.
“Bend over,” he said roughly. “Want that pussy now.”
She turned, braced her hands on the desk, ass in the air.
He kicked her legs wider, lined up, and slammed in with one brutal thrust.
She screamed.
He didn’t stop. Just gripped her hips and fucked her like an animal: hard, deep, relentless.
The desk rocked with every thrust.
He slapped her ass hard. “Quiet, baby. Or they’ll all hear what a needy little whore you are.”
She bit her lip until it bled.
He reached around, found her clit, rubbed rough circles.
“Come on my cock,” he growled. “Want to feel you milk me.”
She shattered, sobbing his name.
He didn’t stop. Just fucked her through it, harder, meaner.
He wrapped a hand around her throat from behind, pulled her up so her back arched.
“Look at the camera,” he snarled in her ear. “Wave hello.”
Tears streaming, she lifted one trembling hand and waved.
He laughed, dark and filthy. “Good girl.”
He shoved her back down, gripped her hips bruisingly.
“Gonna fill you up,” he grunted. “Gonna breed this little pussy.”
She moaned, pushing back.
He bent over her, sucked a nipple back into his mouth as he pounded.
Then it happened.
Warm liquid flooded his mouth.
He froze for half a second, then groaned like he was dying.
“Fuck—Cassie—you’re lactating?”
She whimpered, mortified.
He pulled out, spun her around, stared at her swollen, leaking breasts.
“You’ve got a kid?” he rasped.
She nodded, tears in her eyes.
He cursed viciously, then latched onto her nipple again, sucking hard.
Milk flooded his mouth.
He swallowed, groaning, eyes rolling back.
“Fuck, baby—so sweet.”
He drank from her like a starving man, cock jerking against her thigh.
Then he lost it.
With a broken growl, he shoved back inside her and came: hard, deep, pulsing ropes of cum flooding her.
He kept thrusting through it, milking every drop.
When he finally stilled, he was shaking.
He pulled out slowly, watched his cum drip down her thighs.
Looked at the mess they’d made: her dress ruined, milk and cum and spit everywhere.
He laughed, breathless. “Fuck. That was…”
She looked up at him, wrecked and glowing.
He cupped her face, kissed her soft and slow.
“You’re incredible,” he whispered.
Then he looked at the camera, grinned, and flipped it off.
“Show’s over, lads.”
Bullet Train
Aaron Taylor-Johnson
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