WARNINGS. porn. fem reader. size difference. implication of established relationship bcos you two are acting out this scene as fake neighbors. no smut just a dialogue heavy writing exercise. suggestive content.
PORNSTAR!READER setting up the camera at an angle so it can see your body opening the door but not the person outside. the knocking stops as sunlight spills into the room, and you peek your head around the edge wearing something a little too revealing for the hallway of your apartment. chastely, you hide your outfit behind the wood, but not as well as you could be. a cute little stringy number veiled by a sheer robe adorns your figure, but the knocking had sounded so mad and so urgent you didn’t have time to throw anything else on for decency’s sake.
“yeah?” you ask timidly, fiddling your bottom lip with your pinching fingers.
“—i’m sorry, i’m sorry. i didn’t realize.”
“what are you doing up here?”
“oh, i was just filming.”
“like a- a home video.” you chuckle sheepishly, diffusing the tension of what’s unsaid.
“yeah,” you laugh again, covering your mouth with your hand, feigning the embarrassment that comes with admitting this sort of thing, your cheeks warming from the progress of the conversation. “yeah, i’m sorry about that, again—“
“no, no, it’s okay. it’s okay, we’re good. just try to keep it down, okay?”
“yeah, for sure, for sure.”
“i live right below you, you know, thin ceiling and all that.”
“yeah, i totally get it. i wasn’t trying to interrupt you or disturb you or anything like that.”
“is this—is this what you, you know, what you do?”
“oh, yeah,” you perk up, straightening your spine before shifting your weight to the other hip, a peek of your outfit flashing from behind the door. “just for some extra income, you know how it is.” anyone listening could guess you’re just saying that because you feel like you have to explain it that way.
“yeah, times are tough right now. you look, wow, you look great.”
“thank you.” you flash a sheepish grin, playing along as you get a surge of confidence, pushing the door aside so he can see more of your body clad in lingerie. the robe falls open from your change in stance. “yeah, thanks, it’s just something i’m trying out.”
“it works, it really works. i mean, if i were filming with you i’d fuck you, too.”
“oh, i’m alone right now.”
“yeah, yeah, you probably thought the other thing ‘cause i was so loud, and all that.”
“um,” your voice noticeably shifts in pitch. “just some solo stuff. was kinda just feeling things out.”
“well, if you ever need any help, just holler.”
“yeah, take care. see you around.”
you glance in the direction of your camera and cover your own grin again, as if to ask yourself if you’re really gonna do this. at the last second you come to conceal the device, giving your followers another limited view yet again as you change the angle and hide it better. you return to the open door.
“oh—oh, wait,” you raise onto the tips of your toes as you call after his receding form. “um, actually—!” when he turns around, you motion for him to come closer, once his proximity satisfies you, you lower your tone, ducking your head like you’re sharing a secret with him. “it’s actually really easy, easier than most people think—if you wanna give it a shot.” the corner of his lips curl as a sort of fire blooms in his eyes.
“yeah, alright.” you step aside to invite him in, and when his heavy boots hit the floor the camera shakes.
“just- just this way.” you instruct, scratching the back of your head as you direct his attention towards your hallway. as he treks further inside, you check if the coast is clear before you snatch up your recording device, hiding it behind your back as you enter your bedroom after him. coolly, you wait for an opportunity to set it up, and finally your followers can catch a glimpse of him. they see his finger, that uniquely shaped index with a bulbous knuckle and skin that looks stretched a little too thin spanning the top of the digit, point towards them.
“is that the camera?” he asks.
“mhm,” you nod, pressing your lips together. “do you need a second or… do you just wanna get started?”
he steps closer to you, and your body language conveys how you have to crane to look up at him. that deep voice lowers to a sultry gravel, and you wonder if the mic can still pick it up. “how do you usually get started?”
