Note: My readers are written with inclusivity and women of colour in mind, with minimal descriptors or indetifying features, along with actions and intent, however everyone is encouraged to read and enjoy 💜
Chapter Summary: It's your first day on the job at L.K.A productions and for your very first shoot, you're working with the boy next door himself, Adrian Chase only for things to not go quite to plan.
Warnings for this chapter: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT - DO NOT FOLLOW ME, DO NOT COMMENT OR REBLOG, GTFO. 18+ ONLY. Alternate Universe - The gangs all here, but it might not be as we know them. Reader has history as a camgirl. Reader is in her 30's. Adrian is bisexual, reader is bisexual, almost everyone is queer here because I said so. Brief mention of financial problems. Pregnancy and parenthood mentions (NOT READER). Porn with plot, quite literally. Adrian might not be vigilante, and he's out of character for a lot of things, but his goofy personality is intact haha. Cheesy porn dialogue. Cheesy porn plots. Cunnilingus. Vaginal fingering. Squirting. Foreplay. Humping. Adrian has had a vasectomy. Reader is on birth control. Mention of mandatory industry STD testing. Premature ejaculation x2. Uh-oh, feelings. Mentions of alcohol consumption.
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Walking onto an actual set felt daunting, it's not like this was your first day in porn or anything, while you're not exactly established in the industry, you're not fresh faced either, however your previous work was solo content on only fans, this felt bigger than you, wholly unprepared for working somewhere of this calibre.
L.K.A Productions was owned and run by industry pros Leota Adebayo and her wife Keeya, they'd been making high grossing lesbian porn, marketed specifically at women. The two of them met on set and fell madly in love, moving to running their own company before their first daughter, Octavia was born.
It had been by pure luck that you'd been scouted by them, you work alone with no management team or social media experts to help push your content out there, everything had been done solely by you, and you alone.
When Keeya had reached out to you, you were dumbfounded, confused about how a well-known company would have interest in a solo cam girl who had fewer than 50,000 followers.
Still, you weren't about to turn down the offer, you had bills to pay and you were desperate to be able to afford to move out of the shitty one bedroom apartment you were renting, DIY sound-proofing could only do so much to stop your creepy next door neighbour from trying to listen in on your sessions.
"It's okay to be nervous, you know?"
The reassuring voice beside you pulls you from your thoughts, Leota had been giving you a mini tour of HQ when your mind had drifted away from you, doing mental calculations over how much you'd need to save for a deposit and a moving van.
Blinking away the confusion, you look over at her, admiring the pretty beads threaded onto her locs. "Sorry, guess I'm just in my own head about this a little, I mean this is… this is big for me, y'know?"
A gentle smile lifts the corners of her lips, holding the door open for you as she leads you down yet another corridor, not even phased by the delighted groans that echo from behind closed doors as you pass.
"Totally normal, trust me, my first day on a real set? I had to have a tequila shot or two for courage before getting in front of the cameras." Her open approach and infectious laugh helps you to relax, the nerves in your gut simmering to a low roll that you could practically ignore now. "Did Kee talk to you about who you'd be shooting with today?"
Extensively.
The videocall with Keeya had been two hours long, conferenced in with your co-star for the day who just had question after question, after question about the 'plot'.
Adrian Chase. You knew his name well, of course you did, it was pretty hard to miss when it would be trending on at least one of the big social media platforms frequently.
You'd be lying to yourself if the idea of working with him wasn't something you were looking forward to, he was hot, there was no doubt about it, but there was something else about him that drew you to him, maybe it was his stupid Instagram stories with ridiculous little captions that would always make you smile, like the time he posted a 5 second video of what he claimed to be an owl hooting, only to have to follow up with another story several hours later to confirm that in actuality, that noise had been a gull.
Like you, Adrian had started off with solo work, shooting to fame after one of his videos had gone viral; there just seemed to be something about his overall look that people went crazy for, the floppy curls and nerd glasses, perfect white smile and dimples that made him look even more handsome.
Having a big dick and a well toned body also helped, of course.
Despite that, and the industry he worked in, he didn't seem all that good with people overall, he'd hardly said two words to you the entire video call, most of the time it was him asking questions that then went off topic, with a very heavily pregnant and clearly frustrated Keeya attempting to redirect him.
Still, you found yourself genuinely excited to meet him in person, and your first joint shoot was going to be with him; a man who despite his social quirks, was apparently very talented when it came to fucking, at least.
Nodding in response to Leota's question, you hear raised voices as the two of you approach the main set, the one that's reserved for more 'plot-filled' shoots, with an entire prop department on hand.
Leota sighs, throwing you an apologetic smile over her shoulder as she leads you in, a green screen back drop hangs from the ceiling, fake picket fences surrounding a perfectly lush fake lawn, complete with little pink flamingos and garden gnomes.
Beside that are two 3-walled rooms, made to look like the living room and adjoining bedroom, the entire thing is bigger than your own apartment, and considerably better decorated and furnished too, no water stains or anything.
You're busy familiarising yourself with your new habitat for the day, meanwhile Leota has already made a beeline for the source of the raised voices.
It's Adrian, in the flesh, a navy blue robe covering up his bare torso, though he's half dressed with his jeans on, clearly at some point during wardrobe something has gotten him off-track.
He's arguing with a taller man who you recognize to be John Economos, a well renowned director, the bearded man's arms gesturing wildly, whatever their spat is about is apparently very upsetting to them both.
"Alright! What seems to be the problem here, gentlemen?" Leota speaks loudly enough to be heard over the two of them, her tone of voice placating, but stern.
You're trying not to be nosey, but your eyes still wander over to the trio anyway. Over her shoulder, your eyes lock with Adrian's for a quick second before hastily breaking the eye-contact, deciding that perhaps you should take yourself off to wardrobe and prepare yourself for your scenes with him.
Adrian's eyes linger on you as you walk away, hands on hips, following your form until you're out of sight, being ushered behind one of the privacy screens.
"Well why don't you ask this doofus here what the problem is, considering he's the one who's got a bug up his butt about the script." John smacks the script into Adrian's abdomen, shooting him a glare as he stalks off, leaving him to speak to Leota instead.
"Adrian, you promised!" Leota whines, shaking her head. "I thought Keeya went over this with you, you just need to say the lines and then after that you can ad-lib or whatever, within reason."
Clenching the script in his hands, Adrian holds it up, scrunching up his face. "Ads, you don't understand, this is terrible! It's so cheesy, it's straight out of some 1970's porno! I mean listen to this," He flips open the script, quickly thumbing the pages until he finds the right page. "See, right here, she asks me if I'd like something to drink and I, a very hard working housekeeper, completely ignore her question and say 'well that depends, have you ever squirted before?' I'm not saying it, Ads, I'm not it's too stupid!"
Leota has to remember her breathing techniques there and then, remembering that if she allows this pedantic manchild to be the reason that she ends up with a migraine, then Keeya will never let her live it down.
"Adrian, listen," Leota lowers her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, knowing that the easiest option all round is reverse psychology when it comes to Adrian. "I wasn't going to mention this before, but Fluery kinda insinuated that he was interested in doing this shoot today, yeah, so if you really don't want to do it, I can always ask if he still—"
"No!" Adrian answers a little too quickly and too loudly to be considered a normal response, even by his standards, his cheeks heating when he notices everyone on set looking in his direction. Sighing heavily, he continues, calmer now. "I mean, no, Ads. I'll do it, I just… warn me next time if you're gonna make me like a pizza delivery guy asking if someone ordered a large sausage or something."
Leota feels the forming headache dissolving away in an instant, genuinely laughing at Adrian's dismay over being force-fed dumb lines.
"I promise, I'll try not to let the script writers get too carried away with their freedom of creativity." When she notices his attention drifting and the small goofy smile on his face, Leota's eyes track where Adrian's attention has landed, on you, reappearing from behind the divider looking flustered as the flowing bathrobe you wear hangs off one shoulder, the studio lights making you glow like some kind of pornographic angel. "I didn't tell her, you know?"
Adrian's head whips in Leota's direction, wide eyed and unblinking as she just coyly smiles back at him, knowingly.
Your own set of costumes had been limited before, and not quite so ostentatious.
The same 5 cycled lingerie sets you'd wear while sitting in front of your laptop got you so far, but this was a whole new ball game with hair and make-up fussing over you, despite your insistences that you were capable of applying your own lipstick.
And then there's the feeling of being exposed, not in the naked sense, but feeling the watchful eyes of a whole crew of people meandering nearby onset, even if none of them are really looking at you, all too busy doing their actual jobs, but knowing you're going to have what is essentially a live studio audience to bear witness to your first real joint session is a little overwhelming considering your usual audience were hidden away behind screens, jerking off while simultaneously typing in the comment section.
You'd get used to it, learn to block everyone out as if they weren't even there. In time, that is.
The costume for today is simple, a plain, short shift dress, white of course to tie in with forgoing a bra beneath. You feel comfortable in it, it almost makes you feel right at home, it it weren't for all the boom mic's and bright lights on
You're in position on the sofa, wondering just how many times they've had to steam clean stains out of this thing, a fake book propped up in your lap, legs outstretched, wearing a pair of panties beneath that can only be described as cheese wire between your ass cheeks. The sooner this session starts, the better.
At the edge of the set Leota hovers, smiling at you with a little wave and a thumbs up that translates to 'good luck', you can tell she's proud of the business her and her wife have built, and despite your trepidation, it's easing to know that you're working for people that have your best interests at heart.
"Alright everyone, quiet on set please!" John's voice bellows beside her, making her grimace. "I see our lovely lonely housewife is ready and in place, where the fuck is Adrian?"
John hisses when Leota's jabbing elbow connects with his ribs, shooting the bearded man a scowl.
"I'm here! God dude, keep your panties on.", The partition wall between the living room and front yard prevents you from seeing Adrian, but you can definitely hear him and knowing that the two of you are going to start rolling any second now makes your pulse tick up just that little bit faster.
"Oh and he's funny too!" John deadpans, slumping down into his directors chair. "Adrian on your marker and then we countdown, got it?"
"Wait!" A heavy sigh from John. "No, actually, I'm all good!"
"I swear you do this shit on purpose to intentionally piss me off, Adrian." John mutters, pulling on his headset.
"If I wanted to do that, don't you think I'd come up with something more clever? Like I'd probably say the dye job on your beard looks terrible, for example"
"Adrian!" Leota scolds.
"What?? I said 'for example'!"
"Fucking asshole… action!"
John's lack of countdown throws Adrian off for a moment, but he manages to right himself, going straight into character, smiling widely for the cameras as he makes his way up the path to the fake front door, a bag slung over his shoulder filled with a pillow just to bulk it out and a cleaning caddy in his opposite hand, the spray bottles just empty props.
On the other side of the partition you hold the book up in front of your face, as if you weren't just staring at totally blank pages, the cover is some photoshopped fake fairy-porn mockup that won't get anyone sued.
3 quick knocks on the door and you're up on your feet, padding across the tape marked floor, your breasts bouncing slightly with each step.
Opening the door to him almost has you forgetting your lines, this is the first time you've seen him up close like this in person and he's more handsome than you could have imagined, big green eyes sweeping over you behind his glasses, crooked grin popping a single dimple on one side of his face.
Alright, showtime.
The boom hovers overhead just out of shot, a camera man to the left steps closer to get a close up of the two of you, you're not going to be the reason why there's a million takes of your first duo shoot.
"Well, what do we have here?" The sensual purr in your voice is perfect, inviting and tinged with a subtle heat that goes straight to Adrian's cock. "I thought my usual housekeeper was Mary? I wasn't expecting someone so…" A drag of your gaze over his body, you catch the way his Adam's apple bob slightly, his pupils dilating behind those silver aviators, and it gives you a thrill to know that there's just some things a porn actor can't fake. "… Good looking."
Adrian's been sporting a semi for the better part of an hour now in the lead up to this, he didn't need any time to prep or fluff, simply knowing that he was working with you today had done this to him.
And that was a massive problem.
The blush creeps up his neck before he can do anything to stop it, the cameras picking up on the pinkish hue, something they'll have to edit out in post-production; or not, if John really wants to torture him.
Remember your lines Adrian, you do this shit everyday!
"Mary's out sick, so I'm afraid you've got me cleaning up all your messes today ma'am. I'm Adrian."
The lines really are ridiculous, but even if he's cringing internally at having to be the one to deliver them, Adrian shoves that feeling aside with little effort.
When you turn his eyes drop to the curve of your ass, tracking each step you take, each jiggle of the perfectly rounded flesh beneath your dress only serves to get him more excited for what's to come.
You drop back down onto the couch with an over-exaggerated sigh, positioning yourself in such a way that makes you look like you're about to be painted, one leg elongated across the cushions, the other bent at the knee, propping that ridiculously obvious prop book against your bare thigh.
The camera catches all of it, out of the corner of your eye you can see the dolly moving closer, panning in on your legs, on the way your dress rides up. It really will take some getting used to this.
"Take your time, cutie pie, it's extra dirty today."
So you don't love the dialogue, it certainly needs some polish, but you're also not trying to win an Oscar here, so you'll grin and bear it.
Adrian's already shut the door behind him and set down his bag and caddy, hands on hips as he looks around the space. The prop department spared no expense in making the home well lived in, magazines askew on the coffee table beside you, breakfast bowls left out at the table with nothing in them. This is their idea of 'extra dirty.'
"Well thank you ma'am." Grabbing one of the prop spray bottles and a cloth, Adrian goes to the mantle first, stock photo family members line the unlit fireplace, nothing the camera would pick up on, not that it would matter anyway. "Is this your husband?" Adrian inquires, wiping down a golden frame with some random couple on their wedding day in, he wonders if they know they're being used in porn shoots now.
You lower your book again, arms folding over the back of the couch as you turn your attention to him, nodding languidly. "That's my Warren, alright. Man of my dreams." Your sigh is a little too convincing in the way it sounds longing, woeful even.
"Well he's a very lucky guy, miss."
"Try telling him that!" You laugh briefly, a bitter edge in it. "He works away so much, and I'm here on my own all the time. It gets so lonely sometimes."
You're too good at this, that heated look you just gave him with too realistic, Adrian has to turn his back to you and the camera for a moment, tucking his stiffened dick into the waistband of his jeans with a subtlety that won't have John yelling 'cut!'
"I'm sorry to hear that, but I'm sure he misses you!" He's busying himself with pretending to dust, knowing that he's minutes away from touching you and tasting you for the first time, he's already feeling that tingling feeling in his balls that has him worried he's going to jizz in his pants just from you looking at him the way you are.
John and Leota exchange confused glances, but they let the cameras keep rolling, for now.
"Yeah, maybe." Sighing, you lay back into the cushions, the camera slowly panning up your body. "If he knew you were here today, he'd probably be so jealous, he's a little insecure like that."
Adrian thinks he's gathered his bearings enough to continue, making his way over to the coffee table now to tidy up the mess of magazines, trying his best to not look directly at you the entire time.
"He's just protective of what's his, I'm sure. A beautiful woman like you? Here all alone for days on end." Adrian makes the mistake of letting his eyes drift over to you, landing on your soft thighs that he can't wait to get his face buried between, visible stretch marks etched on your skin like a divine canvas.
You play into it, smirking devilishly as you shift on the couch, slumping down into it further, your skirt caught between your ass and the memory foam, showing off the sliver of thong that sits on your hip.
"Can I get you anything to drink, Adrian?"
You've said it, that line that he's been dreading to counter, but at the same time, he's been on tenterhooks waiting for.
Resisting the urge to sigh, Adrian's eyes flick over to John and Leota once, the former of the two giving him a look that dares him to not say the ridiculous line.
"Well that depends. Have you ever squirted before?"
How he managed to deliver that line without sounding like he wanted to die on the spot, Adrian will never know, but he did, and now the real show begins.
You're all too aware of the camera now, you keep seeing it in your peripheral every time you open your eyes and it's a little distracting, all you're doing is kissing right now, but you're just all too aware of the room full of people.
Seated in Adrian's lap, he's got a handful of each ass cheek, kneading at the pliant flesh beneath your skirt as he guides you to shallowly grind down on his clothed erection. His lips are hot and wet against your own, your lipstick messily smeared over his mouth and he's making these delicious little groans that make your empty cunt ache.
Keeya had instructed the two of you to take your time before actually having sex on camera, that was how they operated as a company, it might be scripted plots, but they always wanted the intimacy to be real and comfortable for their actors.
You're trying to relax as much as you can, you really are, your fingers are embedded in his curls, manicured nails raking over his scalp, grounding yourself to him, trying to focus solely on him. Even so, Adrian catches those moments when the facade slips, he feels the tensing in your muscles and the way your brow flexes and furrows against his own as you kiss.
He's been where you are.
You chase his lips, whining when he pulls away suddenly, the hands gripping the globes of your ass, move up to your hips, deflty guiding you off of him, you're left confused when he gets up abruptly and almost immediately John yells out.
"Cut! Adrian, what the fuck are you doing?"
You could ask the same question, honestly.
You can't see Adrian's face as he leaves the staging area and makes his way over to the directors chair, but you hear the heavy sigh and right there under the spot lights, you feel more exposed than you would if you were naked right now. You're mentally trying to pinpoint what you did wrong, whether it was that the making out part was going on too long, or whether Adrian's had cold feet about shooting with someone so new to all this, either way, you feel yourself wanting to shrink right there and then, you wish there weren't so many people around to witness this humiliation.
Somehow this is the quietest John's been the whole time you've been on set, you can't make out what's being said between him, Leota and Adrian, which only makes your anxiety worse. What if they realise they've made a mistake hiring you?
You're trying to decipher any kind of clue from watching Leota's expressions, the small nods and quick glances in your direction, they're definitely talking about you.
Maybe you should just get up and go get changed now, save them the job of having to send you on your way.
Then something happens that you weren't expecting, Adrian's coming back; and he's smiling.
It shouldn't make your stomach flip the way it does, you're not even going to think about what's happening there.
When he flops back down beside you, no one's yelling action, the cameras aren't on you, infact, the camera guy has wandered off to grab a sweet pastry snack. There's no expectations or pressure right now.
"Okay so," He starts, draping his arm over the back of the couch behind your head "I noticed you're having a few first day jitters, right? I mean, don't get me wrong, your confidence and delivery with those crazy stupid lines earlier was great, super fucking convincing, but you were kinda brick-walling just now, and that's not me being a dick or anything! That's just an observation!" Adrian clarifies, needlessly.
You shift, your legs tucked under yourself, bumping your knee with his own accidentally.
"Was it that obvious?"
You're cute when you laugh, Adrian thinks, in fact you're just cute, full stop, which is not something he wants to think.
"A little?" His lopsided grin is so charming, this is the first time you're really getting to speak to him, no scripts, and it's just so easy.
"Okay, yeah, I'm just— not entirely used to all this yet?" You gesture vaguely in front of you and he follows your hands movement, nodding in understanding before looking back at you, his attention laser focused, it makes you feel all tingly. "I mean, it was one thing to have like, hundred of people at a time watching me stream, but at least I didn't have them all their in my fucking living room at the same time, you know what I'm talking about?"
Laughing with him is putting you at ease, you'd genuinely thought that this was going to be your first and last shoot for a hot minute back there. You needed this reprieve. Maybe both of you did.
"No, I get it, trust me, it's not easy going from sitting in front of your laptop in the comfort of your own home, surrounded by creature comforts, to all this. It's a big leap, sooooo with that in mind, I talked to the big cheese's over there and we came up with an idea, you can totally input your own thoughts, or fuck it, we can reschedule this entire thing for another day. It's your choice."
Your brows shoot up in surprise, this isn't at all what you expected.
"Wait. Really?"
Adrian's face twists with confusion. "Yeah? Now do you wanna hear the idea I pitched?"
He'd gone out on a limb for you, only wanting your comfort to come first and you appreciated that more than you could express, and if you could actually form any cohesive words right now, you'd be telling him how thankful you were for this idea.
The cameras are back on, but you don't even notice them, you wouldn't in this position anyway.
Adrian's sitting beneath you on the couch as you kneel over him, finally free of that painfully thin g-string, skirt pushed up over your hips with his fingers gripping the fabric for leverage as he pulls you down onto his face over and over again.
The focus is entire on him and what he's doing to you, two knuckles deep in your pussy while he sucks and slurps at your clit, producing the filthiest wet sounds you've ever heard.
You're leaning over the back of the couch, grasping the cushions, almost entirely forgetting that you're even being filmed right now, if it weren't for your 'faux-home' surroundings that is. Every now and then your chin drops to your chest and you see him staring up at you between your thighs, nose deep in the slickened curls on your mound, he looks so fucking pretty like this, all eager, uncaring that his glasses are askew or coated in your arousal.
Your hand finds it's way into his hair, carding through it with your fingers, urging him on, pushing his face impossibly deeper into your cunt, earning a feverish groan from him that rumbles through you.
This is what Adrian does best, with any of his on screen partners who have a vagina, that is, this is one of his specialities and he loves every fucking second of it. The way you taste, the way you smell, every ecstasy filled moan you let out as he pushes you closer and closer to the brink, only to ease up and draw things out at the last second, selfishly wanting this to last longer, even if the swell in his jeans is threatening to explode any second now just from pleasuring you alone.
That's new for him too.
Just when you think he's about to let you come he withdraws his fingers entirely, heavy panting breaths fanning over the insides of your sticky thighs as he rubs maddeningly slow circles around your clit instead, above him you're trying to push him back to where you want him, but he just places kisses and nibbles on your skin instead, you feel him grinning, it's both the most hottest and infuriating thing you've ever experienced.
"God I could eat this pretty pussy for hours." He's so whiny, replacing his fingers to lick a broad stripe up from your entrance to your clit, even if he's trying to tease you, it would seem he can't keep his mouth off of you for longer than the time it takes to catch his breath before he has to taste you again. "You never did answer my question, you know?"
You feel his expectant gaze on you and sure enough, when you look down again he's right there looking up at you with a puppy-dogged look, that combined with his lips latching to your clit, make you want to fuck him silly right there and then.
"What…question?" Somehow you've formed words, by nothing short of a miracle with the way he's sucking the soul out of your body, two breathy words that took a great effort to get out, even if they do rapidly dissolve back into a moan.
He pulls off your swollen clit with a pop, going back to kissing your inner thigh, the hand on your hip leaving you entirely to land on his crotch, palming at the throbbing bulge that presses against his zipper, attempting to get some kind of relief.
"Have you ever squirted before?" That's an honest question, you can tell, the curious lilt in his voice gives that away. "Has your husband ever bothered to try?" You'd drifted off again, forgetting that you're even shooting right now, that you're playing a lonely housewife and that there's a camera pointed directly at your dripping sex, capturing every second of your asshole puckering, so wide open, and even so, you don't find yourself caring anymore.
Stroking your fingers through his hair has him nuzzling into the meat of your thigh like a cat, ardently awaiting your answer, even if he's pretty sure he already knows.
"No, baby, I haven't. Why?"
You're so fucking sexy it's driving him insane, suddenly that confidence has returned and an impending sense of doom has hit him with it.
Adrian's absolutely fucked, and not in the way he was hoping for.
Although, your answer was what he was hoping for, honing in on the way your lips curl into a smirk as you stare down at him, it's not just your 'character' who's never experienced it before, and boy, is he about to show you what you've been missing.
A nibble at the juncture of your thigh where your slippery heat and his spit have coated your skin. "Hold on for me."
So you do, holding onto the couch, onto him, he doesn't seem to care at all about having his hair tugged on, infact he likes it if those groans are anything to go by when your fingers weave tighter into his mussed curls.
His gaze stays fixed firmly on your face as he teases your cunt, circling the pads of his fingers over your fluttering hole, dipping in just an inch, letting you hear how soaked you already are, all the while, his eyes never leave you.
"Holy fuck, you're so beautiful." You think for a moment he was talking to your pussy, but when you open your eyes again he's looking right at you, he's all flushed cheeks and awe as he sinks his fingers in just enough, hooking them just right, effortlessly finding that spongy spot inside you that has your hips arching. "That's it, miss, let me take care of you now."
You barely have time to think before he's diving between your legs again, spreading your lips open with his fingers to get to the puffy pearl between them suuuuucking it between his lips dutifully while the two digits inside you pump shallowly, massaging your g-spot with every passing drag.
It's unhurried, calculated, he's learning your cues, you realise, every moan he can pull from you, every squirm of your hips, the tremble in your legs that builds from the effort of staying upright and from your steadily approaching climax. It won't be long now, you're already drenched as it is, dribbling down his knuckles, he sure of that.
Adrian's cock weeps within its denim confines, he feels it, making the dusty blonde hairs at the base sticky with pre-cum, he knows he's probably not going to last long when he finally fucks you, but he's made peace with that, as long as he can give the cameras a good show and get you to cream on his cock, that's all he cares about.
You'd wondered why Keeya told you to drink plenty of water this morning before you got here, and now you know why. You feel it, that urge in your bladder, it's intense and overwhelming, hitting out of nowhere like a freight train, leaving you with barely enough time to garble out a breathless warning before you feel a warm spray, gushing from between your legs.
Adrian moans into your cunt, his face getting coated with your juices, fogging up and covering his glasses.
Withdrawing his fingers, his free hand slides up to your stomach, gently pushing down as his thumb replaces his mouth on your clit as spray after spray rains down on him, soddening his face, shirt, the couch.
The noises you're making are divine, wrecked sobs and cries falling from you as your legs shake uncontrollably either side of him, you feel his hand leave your stomach, his arm sliding around your thighs, holding you steadfast, anchoring you in place as you ride out the waves of euphoria.
And then all too quickly and without warning, Adrian follows you over that blissful edge, hips arching off the couch, stuttering in the air as he coats the inside of his jeans with rope, after rope of come, without intending to let that happen in the slightest.
Neither of you hear the first yelled 'cut', or the second, too fucked out. For a long moment, you're pretty sure you burst an eardrum from the pressure of coming so hard, never having experienced something like that before, you don't know if that's normal, until the ringing in your ears subsides and you do hear the third yell.
Adrian can't bring himself to look at you, it's been an hour and one wardrobe change later and he's still thinking about it, ruminating on the fact that he just came in his pants on camera, solely from making you squirt.
That has never happened to him before.
Not in his entire time making porn, not in his entire life, he prided himself on his stamina, he worked hard to build it up, but there was something about you that erased all that, and that was a problem.
He can still smell you on his skin, that sweet and slightly musky scent, despite being sent off to clean himself up, being given his robe to change into between scenes, you still linger.
John hadn't been too mad about it, luckily, even if he did relentlessly tease Adrian about coming in his pants as he walked off set. It delayed the end of the shoot, sure, but they could work with the footage they have, work their editing magic to seamlessly transition to the next scene, one that Adrian's praying that despite his earlier embarrassment of shooting his load too early, that maybe it will at least help him last longer.
You'd also been ushered off to the nearest bathroom to clean up, while a supportive Leota waited outside enthusiastically singing your praises for an amazing first shoot, all while skirting around the industry fauxpas that Adrian had unintentionally committed.
There had been a little awkwardness on his part after the fact, when he'd wordlessly helped you to lay on the couch as the after shocks trembled through you, you'd wanted to say something, maybe 'great scene' or 'I think I almost died', but before you'd even had the chance to talk to him he was already gone, darting past the directors chair and past the wildly grinning man sitting in it.
Now you're just waiting on him once more, all cleaned up laying on the bed this time with a modesty blanket covering your nude figure. You're relaxed now, after that first shoot all your care went out the window about people watching the two of you, Adrian helped rid you of that worry, even if now you're somewhat concerned about his seemingly innate lack of aftercare. You wondered if that's just how he operated or if he was feeling sheepish about what happened back there, either way, you put it to the back of your mind, tabling it for a later time when you can talk it out with him. You don't personally care that it happened, infact if you'd had anything left in you, you might have come again yourself just from how hot it was, thinking about it again makes you clench around nothing.
Hearing him before you see him is becoming a common theme, somewhere off out of your line of sight, it sounds like he's protesting something, what though, you're not sure, but his voice is getting clearer the closer he gets, along with Leota's soothing reassurances and you guess that she's coralling him, like the saint she is, talking him through whatever it is that's made his voice go all high pitched and whiney.
An assistant is walking away from you with your water bottle in hand when you finally see him, robed up now, his curls are neater too now, slightly damp, he probably had to wash his hair hastily between scenes. A slither of skin is visible where his chest peaks out through the V in his closed robe. Bare legs out now, the hem of his robe stopping just above his knees, he's all thick calves and thighs, something you'd love to sink your teeth into if you have the opportunity to work with him again after this, that is.
Green eyes dart over to you once, you note the tick in his jaw when he looks away, the subtle shift in his stance as his arms cross over his chest while he finishes up his hushed conversation with Leota.
A comforting hand on his shoulder from her as she nudges him towards the staging area, he's avoiding all eye contact with you, unrushed as the assistants hurry back in to fuss over the two of you.
"You okay?" You can't stop yourself from asking when he's near enough, at the foot of the bed, being helped out of his robe, while you're having your blanket removed.
"Totally fine! Why wouldn't I be?" The tone of his voice is too shrill, he's answered too quickly to be casual too and he still won't look at you, which could be a problem considering you're literally about to have sex.
The assistants dart off in a flurry, leaving the two of you once more, you try not to, but you can't help it when your eyes drift southwards, seeing him in his videos and seeing him in person like this are two entirely different things. His cock is already semi-hard, thick and slightly curved, a bushy thatch of curls at the base, slightly darker than the hair on his head.
Adrian catches you looking, the tips of his ears tinge red, and his mouth goes dry when he relents and let's his gaze fall onto you, drinking in every inch of your body, laid out on the bed like a fucking goddess. Just the sight of you makes his cock visibly twitch.
He's going to last this time, he needs to.
"Okay! Are we ready to go?" John's voice pulls Adrian's attention away from you— albeit reluctantly— finding the director waiting for his go.
"Uh, y-yeah! I mean, I'm totally good to go!" He really is adorable when he's nervous, no matter how hard he tries to hide it.
Maybe now it's your turn to repay the favour for what he did for you, take control.
When John calls action, you don't hesitate, sitting up on your knees as you crawl to him at the edge of the bed, pathetically wide eyes just staring at you, mouth slightly agape.
"It's okay baby, I don't bite. Unless you're into that." Maybe you're taking a page from the book of porn clichés right now, but you can't seem to bring yourself to care, not with the way his muscles jump beneath your finger tips when you slide a hand over his defined abs. "Why don't you lay down, let me take care of you now?"
That smirk of yours is dangerous, full of promise and sin.
Your hardening nipples brush against his chest as you lean up, arms wrapping around his neck as you draw his face down to your own with a gentle guiding hand on the back of his head.
Adrian's powerless to resist your charms, following your lead.
Your plush lips meet his own, soft, moisturized, tasting faintly of whatever balm you've used between scenes. You feel the tickle of air on your upper lip when his breath catches, it's addictive how easy it is to push his buttons, one little hair tug is apparently all it takes for him to start to unravel.
Big hands find your hips, rooting himself to you as he climbs onto the bed, letting you guide him down onto the silken sheets, the two of you grinning against each other's mouths when he pulls you down on top of him.
Fingers dance up your thighs as you straddle him, lowering your hips until his cock is nestled between them, you feel him twitch again between you, sensitive to the heat that seaps from your core.
It's not long before the kiss deepens, the two of you getting lost in each other, grinding down as he thrusts up, your fingers buried in his hair, his hands somehow all over your body all at once.
His length slips and slides through your slit, the mushroom head catching on your entrance once or twice, making your hips cant and your breath hitch. Equally, Adrian tenses with each accidental probe, it's not painful for either of you, of course, the opposite intact, it's just that the slight contact feels like being struck by lightening every time it happens; for him, at least.
Without barriers between you, he's going to feel every bump and ridge inside you, a velvety heaven waiting to wrap around his cock.
You'd talked about the logistics of protection before, on the video call with Keeya, they give all their actors the choice of using condoms or not, depending on their own comfort, along with your personal preference, and the fact that you've been on birth control for years, combined with the revelation that Adrian has infact had a vasectomy and prides himself in being punctual when it comes to the monthly mandatory STD testing, you were confident in your choice to take him raw.
The two of you are too caught up to even care about the camera guy at the foot of the bed, zooming in on the space between your bodies, capturing the way you're creaming his dick, leaving a white and slick trail all over him.
Adrian just about hears John calling out, directing him to hold your ass cheeks apart for the camera, and he does just that, fingers digging into the plump muscles, gripping handfuls of you as he ruts upwards to meet your rolling hips.
The two of you are a panting mess, kissing each other with a hunger that is building into what will be an inevitable frenzy of fucking.
Or, that's what you had planned.
Instead he's gasping like he's just been electrocuted, hips stuttering beneath your own as he let's out a pained whimper, painting your outer lips and dark curls with come.
He'd given them a money shot, but at what cost?
"For fuck sake, Adrian! Cut!" John hollers, burying his face in his hand as the camera withdraws.
You pull back, confused and wide eyed, staring down at him. "Adrian, did you just—?"
"No! Well, yes! But I swear I didn't know that was going to happen! If I did I would have tapped out, asked for like 5 minutes. Oh my fucking god this never happens to me." He grabs the nearest pillow, shoving it over his own face to hide away from the world.
Possibly his worst day on set ever, with the hot new girl who made him come too soon, twice.
The rest of the shoot was promptly canceled for the rest of the day, something about too many retakes, mumbled under John's breath as he stalked off set. Maybe they could just work with what they have, or maybe they'll get the two of you to film the rest another day, you don't know.
What you do know though, is that your nervous habit of biting your nails is going to ruin the fresh set you'd applied only days ago.
In the back of a cab long after filming had ended for the day, you'd had the chance to go back to your hotel room to shower and change, spending time on your makeup and hair, choosing an outfit for this impromptu meet and greet that Leota had sprung on you before you'd managed to squirell away for the day.
A bar on the other side of town, called Lucky 8's, hidden away on a strip of sidewalk away from the bustling nightlife that spills from bar to bar at the furthest end of the street.
When you pull up, Leota waves, beaming at you as you step out of the car and hand the driver some cash and a tip.
"Look at you!" She wolf whistles, twirling a finger in a playful gesture to get you to show off your outfit, you do, rolling your eyes, holding back the grin that threatens to break out as you spin for her in a full 360. "I almost thought you weren't gonna show!"
Her arm links with your own as she guides you towards the double doors, you hear the music inside, it's not a thumping baseline that would make you want to plug your ears, but a song you recognize from your high school days.
"I almost didn't!" You tell her in a hushed whisper as the two of you step inside, it's a quaint bar, spacious enough to fit the entire crew, it would seem, tables pushed together in a line. This isn't as impromptu as she led you to believe. "Jesus christ, is this everyone who works for you?"
Leota snorts at your balking tone, gently tugging you in past the bar and the welcoming host behind it.
"Almost everyone, yeah. We like to make sure everyone knows each other! C'mon, lemme introduce you to a few faces you'll be seeing regularly!"
Allowing her to lead you, you feel yourself picking at your nail bed now that you can't bite.
A few eyes land on you when you approach, and instantly you recognize them as some of the biggest names in L.K.A productions, at one end of the table, Sasha Bordeaux sits with Rip Jagger, the raven-haired woman's eyes sweep up your body slowly, heating your cheeks under her gaze. Beside them, Langston Fluery, a veteran porn actor, flanked by two beautiful women either side of him that you don't recognize, later coming to find out from a tipsy Leota that they're his girlfriends.
In the middle, Chris Smith and Emilia Harcourt, they look like they're engaged in a deep war of words, the blonde's arms gestilicuating, doing more of the talking for both of them with Chris made to listen, for a moment you think maybe he's upset by it, until Emilia looks away for a brief moment to chug her beer and he's looking at her with this dopey, love-sick smile that tells you he's exactly where he wants to be.
At the opposite end, John sits with Clemson Murn, producer of a lot of x-rated movies that went on to win awards, and a very heavily pregnant Keeya, who sits with them, sipping her mocktail as she waits for her wife to return.
You can't help but notice the very apparent absence of Adrian though, a twinge of disappointment eating at you, even if you can't quite pinpoint why.
"Everyone? Jesus christ guys will you all shut up for a minute!" Leota calls over everyone's separate conversations, hushing the noise to only the music playing over head as she introduces you by name. "I want everyone to look out for her, you all remember what it was like starting somewhere new and in this business we have got to take care of each other!"
Her brief speech rouses a whoop and cheer from Chris, in turn making Emilia roll her eyes, but even you notice the way she forces back the twitch at the corner of her lips.
Almost immediately everyone is back in their own bubbles, chatting amongst themselves, laughing, drinking, or embroiled in after hours shop talk if you're listening in on John and Clemson's conversation.
With a small grunt, Keeya rises from her seat, holding her rounded belly as she comes in for a hug, welcoming you. "It's so good to finally meet you, how was your flight? I heard your first shoot went well!" She seems to excited to have you here, brown eyes lit up and crinkling at the corners as Leota supportively rubs her lower back.
"Well?" You chuckle, flickering your gaze over to Leota who just nods. "I guess so? I mean did Leota tell you about—"
"Adrian spilling the beans too early? She did, yeah." Her flawless delivery has you holding back a bigger laugh. "Not once, but twice? Girl, I think you broke him!"
And as if he were Beetlejuice himself, the doors to the bar creak open and Adrian struts in, looking a little flustered, dressed in something that's not too dissimilar to the outfit he wore on set today.
"Awh fuck! You all started without me?" He bemoans, arms rising above his head and falling in an exasperated manner. "I got caught up at dinner with my mom, don't ask, long story."
"Dude! It's okay I got you a beer right here!" Chris calls out, holding up a bottle that's almost completely swallowed up in his big paw.
"That's my best friend right there!" Adrian grins madly, grabbing the beer from him without hesitation before his eyes land on you and the two ladies you're chatting with.
Your heart pounds a little harder against your ribcage as he approaches, it's unsettling and unwanted.
"Nice of you to make it, Adrian, did your mom get the birthday gift Kee and I sent her last month?" Leota's lips curve into a wry smile.
Adrian rolls his eyes, greeting Keeya and her with a quick hug. "Haha, yes she did and now she won't stop oversharing and telling me how she'll 'never need a man again for the rest of her life!' and that it the toy had been around when she was younger I wouldn't have even been born!"
You do laugh now, attempting to cover it behind your palm.
" You're welcome!" Keeya grins pridefully.
Adrian pouts, a sulking lower lip sticking out that you could just bite.
"Gee thanks," Adrian mutters, looking behind Leota and Keeya as if searching for something. "Where's baby Peach?"
"Baby Peach?" Your voice lilts, inquisitively.
Leota turns to you, looking skyward for a second, amused. "Baby Peach is what he calls our daughter Octavia, who by the way is 4 years old! Why on earth would we bring her to a bar?" She directs that question at Adrian.
"So you just left her home alone?!" He really doesn't think before he speaks sometimes.
"Noooo dummy! Kee's parents are in town helping us out before the baby arrives! They're watching her, like we'd leave our child home alone!" She tries to sound frustrated, but this just seems like a variation of a conversation she's had with Adrian a thousand times over.
"Oh… right! Pfft.Totally knew that!" He absolutely didn't.
"Yeah okay." Keeya murmurs, unconvinced, rubbing her stomach and breathing through the ligament pain. "Baby, I'm gonna sit down again, this kid is using my kidneys as punching bags." She smiles through the pain as Leota helps her to sit back down, tenderly kissing the top of her head.
Adrian follows, pulling up a chair close by, eyes fixed on her stomach, curiously as he sips his beer.
Leota pulls out a chair for you beside him, whcib you hesitate to take for a split second before you move to sit, apologizing when your knee bangs against his own slightly, as if hours before his mouth wasn't on your cunt.
Keeya sighs deeply as her wife goes off to the bar to get her a refill and to get you a drink, eyes narrowing when she sees Adrian staring.
"What?"
"Nothing! Just wondering if you had any name ideas for the baby yet?" He really sucks at the playing it casual thing, you've noticed.
"No, because we don't know whether it's a boy or a girl yet, like last time." Keeya explains tiredly.
"Okay… well, I have a suggestion!"
"No." She counters without missing a beat.
"What? You haven't even heard what I was going to say yet!"
"Don't need to, let me guess, Adrian if it's a boy Adriana if it's a girl?"
Your eyes dart between them in their exchange, unable to stop smiling. "Really?"
"What?!" Adrian scoffs at you, empty of any disrespect, only disbelief. "It's a good name!"
"Yeah and you suggested it over and over when Lee was pregnant! It's not happening, dude!"
"Whats not happening?" Leota's back, carefully setting drinks down on the table before plopping down in the chair beside her wife.
"Adrian's talking baby names again." Keeya muses, her fingers lacing with the loving hand Leota placed on her belly.
"Adrian, not this again! We're not naming our kid after you!"
The exchange goes back and forth well on into the night, with rebuttals and rebukes flying from either side until eventually the expecting parents are the first to leave, instructing you to stay and enjoy yourself and make the most of the open bar tab.
So you do, familiarising yourself with your new crewmates, the alcohol loosening you up enough to get up and dance when Sasha and Rip pull you to your feet.
Even so, your gaze always somehow tracks back to him, whether Adrian is antimatedly telling Chris a story while Emilia pretends to snore, or he's up too, doing a lucicrous dance that can only be described as something akin to a peacock performing a mating dance.
He's just so stupid and handsome, and for you, that's a terrible combination, especially with the way you keep catching him staring at you too.
What is happening here?!
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0.3k / sfw. jester!adrian chase x gender neutral, child of royalty!reader. short hcs post for jester!adrian. + masterlist.
✦ your jester is… odd. it isn’t rare for jesters to have wide, almost frantic eyes; it’s not too unusual that he grins so much, either. even so, are all jesters this… masochistic? adrian’s routines, as funny as they may be, always have some form of violence in them. it’s no mystery as to why he has so many scars underneath his jester suit.
✦ his bluntness when giving advice from the jester’s position has earned him his fair share of slaps from your mother. he’s fairly knowledgeable about the kingdom’s affairs, so it wouldn’t be helpful to execute him. still, you’ve warned him multiple times to learn some semblance of tact before the queen loses it on him.
✦ sometimes part of his jester routine will just be chase reciting facts from off the top of his head. he’ll ask you for a topic, and then ramble on about facts concerning that subject until you tire of it and demand that he move on to something else. it’s not humorous, but it is fascinating to listen to adrian go on and on. he speaks with such conviction that you tend to view his words as true (even when they might not be).
✦ adding onto his masochism: if you’re upset, he’ll offer himself up as a punching bag. even just for hissy fits, when you need to just push someone and pout— it’s not a jester thing, just a him and you thing. chase allows encourages it, reassuring you by claiming that he can handle whatever you do. “if it helps, it helps,” he says, even if the help leaves him on the ground or holding his cheek.
✦ somewhat unserious but he’s banned from musical instruments outside of classical lute playing. he is not allowed to freestyle songs, everything is preapproved by the queen. the last time chase had the power to do what he wanted musically, everyone was left with headaches for a couple of days. do not let him cook!!!
sorry this is so short, i couldn’t think of much more after a certain point </3 but the concept is fairly cute. i made the kingdom matriarchal but kept reader gn. i think jester!adrian is like super funny or unbearably unfunny and it just switches everyday so you never know what you’re getting.
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It’s a setting where you get your mark the first time you and your soulmate touch skin to skin. Not everyone meets their soulmate in their lifetime. Most people do, but when I say most, I mean about 75%. Millions of people die every year without ever having met their mate, and scientists aren’t even sure everyone has one.
Adrian is pretty sure he doesn’t. He’s been told his whole life that he isn’t capable of it, mostly by his brother, but just about everyone seems to take it as a given that he’ll never get one. He doesn’t mind too much. He thinks if it was going to be anyone, it would have been with Chris, and they’ve had all kinds of skin-to-skin contact, so whatever. A soulmate would only distract from his hero work anyway.
Economos believes he does have one, somewhere out there, but with his luck, he’s starting to get more and more certain they’ll never meet. When he was younger, he did what most people do: dated a lot, shook a lot of hands, cast the widest net of skin-to-skin contact he could. By now he’s mostly given up on all that, nihilistically accepting that it will either happen or it won’t.
He meets Adrian when he inserts himself into Project Butterfly. John is a little drawn to him, but he’s always liked the novelty of strange people, so that isn’t shocking. For most of the time they know each other, Adrian is wearing a suit that covers literally every inch of skin. Even when they start hanging out as a group outside of work, neither of them is a very touchy person.
Economos definitely feels a compulsion to touch Adrian, but he just beats himself up for lusting after a younger man and pushes the thought away. It’s months into knowing each other before they finally touch, just an accidental brush of their arms, and they’re both completely blindsided by the flood of endorphins.
I'm working on an AU I'm calling my fail vampire AU, where Adrian is a very young vampire, only a year or two post-transformation, and he hasn’t really figured it all out yet. He’s got no problem at all feeding off people, he really enjoys it, to the point where he way over hunts. Vampires only need to eat once a month or so, and he hunts multiple times a week. Most of his victims he doesn’t drink enough to be even close to fatal, then just kills them off the good old-fashioned way. In that aspect of vampire life he’s thriving. It's everything else that he struggles with.
Hes dead broke, he wasn't Vigilante befor he got turned, so he doesn't even have his blood money, and now he can only work nights. He still lives with his mom, and the whole family is growing increasingly concerned about him. His strange behavior being chalked up by most of them as him having a drug problem, there's already an intervention being planned that he will not handle well. Gut is actively trying to get his mom to kick him out, saying he's a leech and abusing her kindness, which isn't completly wrong. His living situation is precarious.
He has an unnatural charm and beauty to him now, but he's so strange and off-putting that he basically negates that whenever he opens his mouth, he's not more popular with humans than he was befor. Other vampires aren't particularly fond of him either, especially not with the way he overhunts, so at this point, Chris is the only person who really talks to him, and even then, Chris is pissed off at him. Adrian turned Chris into a vampire without asking. Basically, immediately after he got turned, he doesn't understand why Chris is so mad about it, because, in his opinion, being a vampire is sick as hell.
The lack of Adrian in episode four got me daydreaming about putting that man in situations.
✨Imagine this✨ Captain America / Winter soldier AU with Peacemaker as Captain America and Adrian as the Winter soldier. The ANGST. The GUILT. Chris feeling like he never appreciated Adrian while he had him and desperately trying to get him back. Adrian getting lost in conditioning and being ordered to harm his best friend! AND him being pushed even further into the idea that he doesn’t have emotions or feelings! Would…Argus be Hydra? Rick Flag Sr. Adrian’s handler? (Frank Grillo are you destined to be the villain in everything?) John involved with Argus but still trying to be kind to the asset and treat him like a person. Maybe he brings up animal facts nervously trying to spark conversation and Adrian remembers just for a minute that he loves spiders. Leota and Harcourt being the Sam and Natasha helping Chris look for Adrian.
