Private Screening
the projectionist (pearl) x f!reader
"porn x the projectionist" for KINKTOBER 2025 !!
wc: ~1.7k
warnings. SMUT, no use of "y/n", y'all are engaged, another attempt at authentic 1920s dialogue, semi-public sex (in the theater), late-night porn viewing, brief descriptions of sex acts happening on-screen, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, oral sex (m receiving), mutual orgasms, he cums down your throat, no aftercare.
kinktober taglist: @marvel-hiddles-stark <3 (drop a comment if you'd like to join!)
1920s slang dictionary "stag film" = old-timey porn lol "a spell" = a bit [of time] "screwy" = crazy "til kingdom come" = forever
18+ only, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
One perk of your fiancé being the projectionist at the town theater is the private, late-night features he puts on for both of you. He likes to watch the reels when they first come in, just to make sure there's no issues with them. Though, tonight, that's not exactly why he called you here.
Rather, he'd like to show you a reel from his personal collection. Apparently, this is a reel only he has seen. He got it when he was in the service overseas a few years ago, and he has never had someone willing to share it with him, considering it's a stag film.
You've never heard the term before, and he made it clear that you cannot reference it to anyone, since it's illegal to own one. He explained that it's sex that was filmed, which arouses you more than you'd like to admit. You, of course, promised not to tell anyone.
That same warm feeling you had when he told you what a stag film was is slowly starting to run throughout your body as you step into the dimly lit theater. He's still up in the booth, no doubt getting the reel ready, and you take a seat in the front row.
Soon, the door opens, and he walks in with a cigarette between his teeth. You look back and smile, setting your pocketbook aside before standing to greet him properly. He wraps his arms around you, leaning in.
"There's my little starlet," he says, grinning. "Reel's about to start."
"Well, now, hang on just a moment." You hum and reach up to take the cigarette from between his teeth, then press your lips to his. His lips are tugged up in the same grin when you pull away and put the cigarette back. "I needed somethin' sweet first."
He chuckles, giving your hip a squeeze as the picture starts up.
"Come sit in my lap a spell, will you?"
You smile and take a seat on his lap when he sits down, leaning back against him a bit. He takes one final drag off the cigarette before stubbing it out so that both of his hands can rest on your hips. Your eyes are glued to the screen in wonder as the actors on the screen get out of the car on the shore.
Your man's eyes flicker between you and the screen. He's seen this picture many times, but he's soaking in the feeling of getting to watch it through fresh eyes. A small smirk is on his lips as things start to heat up, feeling you starting to squirm on his lap, a telltale sign of arousal.
"D'you like it?" he asks, pressing a few kisses to the side of your neck. "Are you gettin'...hot?"
"Mhm. I have never...experienced anything like this before."
The man on the screen begins to push the woman's dress up, revealing her bare pussy, and one of his hands slides around to pull your dress up in a similar way. Your breath catches at the feeling of him parting your legs, his fingers running over your inner thigh, mimicking the man's hand on-screen.
His lips keep pressing kisses to your neck, nipping gently at the skin on occasion. Never enough to leave a mark though, he doesn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea about how he treats you.
"Lean back on me a bit, babydoll...atta girl."
Once you're leaned back, he brings his hand between your legs, instantly making contact with your bare folds. He groans against your neck, teasing you lightly while his other hand starts undoing the front of your dress.
"Mercy…I never figured I’d see such things up on the silver sheet." Your head tips back at his touch.
He kisses back up your neck to your ear, a hand coming up to the back of your neck, making sure you're looking at the screen. The woman on screen starts to roll her hips eagerly against his fingers, and soon, your man gives your hip a little tap.
"C'mere, sit down in my spot," he says, helping you up before slipping out from behind you. You sit down, and he gets on his knees in front of you. "Your eyes had better stay on that sheet, little one."
You bite your lip and nod, his hands coming to rest on your thighs, pushing them apart. His hot breath lingers over your wet folds, the feeling of which sends a shiver up your spine.
As if he purposely times it, the moment the man starts touching the woman properly, he dives in. Your back arches when his tongue swipes over your clit, holding onto the armrests tightly. He smiles and keeps going, his thumbs holding your lips open.
"You've got me burnin' up, big man," you breathe, your head tipping back again. “Hotter than a two-dollar pistol."
He immediately stops when you’re not watching the screen, which makes you whine, looking down at him briefly before watching the feature again.
"Good. Means I'm doin' somethin' right."
His tongue resumes its ministrations on your sensitive bud while one of his fingers moves down to tease your entrance, feeling you starting to clench around nothing.
Once the actors on screen begin to fuck, he slips two of his thick fingers inside of you with ease, humming against your clit at the feeling of your walls clenching around him.
"God, babydoll…you're slick as satin. I could stay between your thighs 'til kingdom come."
Your eyes roll back in your head when his fingers start moving rather quickly, hooking up to press against that spot inside of you. He's hardly paying attention to whether or not you're watching the reel anymore, far too focused on how you're reacting to him.
"Please, big man, don’t stop. I’m all lit up for you, I’ll go screwy if you stop."
"Mm...I couldn’t quit even if the theater caught fire." He groans softly, sucking your bud into his mouth.
His cock is getting hard in his slacks, making them almost uncomfortably tight, but he pays it little mind. Your movements and noises are plenty to keep him occupied.
Your walls are clenching around his fingers, signaling that he's got you right on the edge. He smirks and intensifies his sucking and the pressure on your sensitive spot, which quickly pushes you over the edge.
"Oh, honey! O-Oh god, I'm gone!"
He eagerly takes you through it, pulling away once you're done. His chin and mustache are shiny with slick, and he licks his lips with a smirk. Your eyes are glued to him as he wipes his mouth off on the back of his sleeve and stands up.
You let your eyes roam his form in the dim flicker of the reel, and your gaze lingers on the very obvious bulge in the front of his slacks. He smirks, pushing his suspenders off his shoulders before getting to work on his pants.
Before he can pull them down, you push his hands out of the way and do it yourself, tugging his pants and briefs down enough to free his cock. He sighs when it's exposed to the air, rock hard and leaking at the tip already.
"Look at you, standin’ tall as a flagpole. Don’t mind if I give your pole a little shine, d'ya?"
He groans, his length twitching at your words, offering another deep, pleased sound when you wrap a hand around him. You start to stroke firmly, which makes his head tip back in pleasure for a moment before his eyes meet yours again.
"Go on, doll. Show me what that pretty mouth can do."
One of his hands comes to rest on your head, gently pulling your head closer. You hum with a little smile, tapping his cock against your cheeks, then your lips.
When you finally take him in your mouth, he lets out a long groan, holding the back of your head tighter. He's trying so hard not to push his hips forward as you start to bob your head, but the hot, velvety wetness of your mouth is making it difficult.
"S-Sweet saints, your mouth’s hotter’n a speakeasy on Saturday night."
You hum around his cock, sucking harder and moving faster. Since he's so worked up over tasting you, you can tell it won't take long to bring him over the edge.
It only takes about a minute before his hips start rutting against your mouth, little grunts and moans spilling from his lips.
"Keep suckin’ me like that a-and I’m gonna lose my head...oh, don’t stop, don’t you dare...stop..."
Your hand dips under his length to start caressing his balls, giving them a little squeeze each time your mouth goes down on him. He lets out an embarrassingly loud groan, both hands holding your head still so that he can move at his own pace.
His eyes are squeezed shut, hips bucking, and you're moaning around him as your hand continues to tease him. Some of your saliva has trailed down his length, so you use it to your advantage, allowing your hands to slide on him a bit easier.
"I'm spillin'...I’m spillin’ for you, babydoll!"
This concoction of pleasure brings him to his orgasm within moments, and his head falls back as he buries his cock as far into your mouth as possible. You barely get to have a taste of his essence before he spills directly down your throat in ropes.
You swallow him, humming contently before pulling back slowly, letting his softening cock slip from between your lips. He sighs shakily, smiling down at you.
"We could've made our own stag just now with that performance," he teases, pulling his pants back up before helping you stand. "You were great, babydoll."
"Mm. You were better."
He grins and gives you a kiss, which allows you both to taste your essence that's still lingering on each other's lips. His hands come to your hips when you pull away.
"I dunno about you," you say with a smile. "But I could use some Red Vines...I spotted them at the concession stand."
"How can I deny you anythin' after that little performance, hm?"
Before you can say anything further, he scoops you up and throws you over his shoulder, carrying you out to the lobby in search of candy.
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