I got horny last night and wrote this lol, and y'all wanted me to write for him, so here he is! enjoy!!
wc: ~1.5k
warnings.
SMUT, no use of "y/n", my best attempt at period-accurate dialogue lol, director/actress roleplay, you're "auditioning" for a role 😉, oral sex (m receiving), some praise, unprotected p-in-v sex, creampie.
18+ only, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
Your husband sits on the old leather chair in the living room, a hand me down from his pop when you two bought this place after getting married, eyeing you up as you walk towards him. A cigarette is in its normal place between his lips, his gold wedding band catching the warm glow from the fire.
You’re wearing your newest chemise, the one he worked several extra shifts to buy you, but you’re about to make all his hard work worth it. It’s always worth it, to see you be able to buy things you want, but he particularly enjoys when you go out of your way to treat him to a nice view.
“I’m here for the audition,” you say softly, sweetly, biting your lip in that way he likes so much. “I hope I’m not too late.”
He hums.
“No, not too late at all. You’re just on time, sugar. You’ve got everythin’ prepared for me?”
“Yes, sir, I’ve got my dialogue all ready for you to hear.”
He nods, taking a drag.
“Good girl. Go ahead, then.”
You do your ‘reading’, just an excerpt from one of the Shakespeare stories that your man used to read you back when you two were dating, and when you’re finished, he grins.
“Well done, very well done,” he says, his eyes lingering on your form. “But we both know that this role won’t need much dialogue…I care much more about other things.”
You nod, fixing your hair. He hums, leaning back a bit in the chair, ashing his cigarette.
“C’mere, sugar. Let me take a closer look at you.”
His eyes follow you intently as you walk towards him. By golly, he has the most beautiful woman in the world as his wife, and it never fails to blow his mind.
Once you’re in front of him, he sticks the cigarette between his teeth and reaches his hands out, smoothing them over your body.
“Mm. You’ve got a star’s body, has anyone ever told ya that?”
“No, sir,” you hum. “But I’m awful flattered by it. You’re kind.”
“Sugar, there’s a reason I’ve become so successful in this business, and that is my knowledge of somethin’ I call star quality. And you, miss…well, you’ve got it in spades.”
Your cheeks warm at both his words and his touch, his hands trailing up and down your sides, feeling the fine silk of the chemise. Money well spent, he thinks to himself.
“Now,” he says, taking a long drag from his cigarette. “I think I ought to test some of your other skills for this role, don’t ya think?”
“You’re the director, sir. I’ll do whatever you think is necessary.”
He smirks and takes one last drag before stubbing it out in an ashtray next to his chair.
“How about you go ahead and get on your knees right here for me? That’s a good start.”
He gestures to the space between his spread legs. You nod and walk over, sinking to your knees. He extends his hand to rest on your head.
“Good. Now, I take it ya know what to do?”
You give a simple nod, then reach up to undo his suspenders before getting to work on his pants. He watches you closely, rubbing his fingers along your scalp gently.
Once you’ve got his pants undone, he stands up from the chair and lets them drop to the floor, leaving him in only his briefs. He’s already sporting an impressive tent in the front of them, and he’s only half-hard.
Your husband grabs another cigarette and a match while you pull his briefs down. His cock springs free, and he lets out a little sigh at the feeling of being exposed to the warm air. You can’t help but admire the sight for a moment, eyeing his impressive length as it twitches in front of you.
“Go on, now,” he says, his voice deep with a slight husk. “Show me your talents, sugar.”
You bring a hand up to wrap around his base before wrapping your lips around the head, sucking gently. His head tips back with a soft grunt and he nearly drops his cigarette. He sticks it between his teeth and holds onto the back of your head once more.
When you begin to bob your head, he starts to guide you a bit, not forcing but encouraging. You hum around him, giving him a little squeeze with your hand.
“That’s it,” he groans. “You’ve got a talented little mouth, too.”
He encourages you to go a bit faster, his hips rocking forward slightly in time with your mouth. Clouds of smoke are exhaled with nearly every breath, and you can tell that he’s feeling it.
You keep going, and his hips start rocking a bit more obviously, until he’s getting close to hitting the back of your throat. Not that you mind, of course. You’re more than used to his size and you love it.
“Mm…alright…you’re gonna go drivin’ me wild here in a minute if you don’t let up…”
After another moment or so, he gently pulls you back, not wanting this to be over so soon. He takes a proper drag off his cigarette, letting the nicotine ground him a bit while you stand up.
“Go on and lay back on that sofa for me,” he says, pointing towards the couch in your living room. “You wearin’ anything underneath your little getup?”
“No, sir.”
Your husband groans softly, a little shiver shooting down his spine as you walk over to the sofa and lay down. As soon as he puts his cigarette out, he walks over and gets on top of you.
He’s a big guy, in all ways, but his height makes sofa sex a little difficult. He huffs, shaking his head.
“Nah, this won’t work.”
His arms wrap around you and he maneuvers you to a new position, now facing away from him with your front pressed against the back cushions. You take a hold of the back of the sofa as he gets into position behind you, flipping your chemise up.
“What a view,” he mutters, almost to himself. “Are you ready for me, sugar?”
You nod.
“Yeah, I’m ready.”
With a firm hold on your hips, he presses in with one stroke, letting out a soft grunt when he’s fully seated inside of you. Your breath catches and your hands tighten their grip as he starts moving.
His eyes are glued to your body, watching as he rocks you back and forth with the rhythm of his hips. This is a view he’ll never get tired of seeing, that’s for sure.
Your ass cheeks jiggle a bit whenever his hips meet them, and it drives him crazy.
“Damn, you’re givin’ me a real hard time here,” he groans. “I can barely keep myself together with you squeezin’ me like this, sugar.”
You let a soft moan escape from your lips, and it spurs him on further, moving his hips even faster.
“O-Oh, sir…oh, you’re bein’ good to me…”
He grins and gives your ass a little pat.
“How could I not be good to a sweet little thing like you? You’re puttin’ on a damn good show here.”
Another moan falls from your lips when he angles his hips a certain way and start hitting a sensitive spot inside of you. Your walls clench him and he groans, hips stuttering from their rhythm for a moment.
“I r-reckon I could watch you like this all night long, sugar. This is a picture I never want to end…”
His hand comes around to your front and slides down between your legs, quickly finding the little bud there. He rubs it in skilled circles, knowing it drives you wild.
“Mm, sir,” you gasp, eyes fluttering shut. “I’m not gonna l-last much longer.”
“Me either, sugar. Go on and let me feel it, let me feel you.”
Your orgasm comes moments later, and you moan when it does. Your husband feels you tighten around him, flooding him with your release, and he’s not far behind.
His head falls back and he groans loudly, pressing his hips flush against yours as he pumps you full. You sigh, and the two of you take a moment to catch your breath.
“Damn,” he says, leaning down to kiss your shoulder. “That was a pretty spectacular audition.”
You chuckle and turn your head to kiss him. He smiles against your lips and wraps his arms around you.
“Did’ja enjoy yourself, sugar?”
“Mhm,” you nod as he pulls out of you slowly. “I liked it.”
He runs a hand through his hair and walks back over to pull his briefs back on. He smiles softly when you get off the sofa and straighten yourself back out.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says, scooping you up in his arms before you can even think to say anything. “Then I wanna love on you proper.”
You smile as he walks you to the bathroom.
“I love you, baby.”
“I love ya more.”
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I'm happy to do more with him if enough people are interested <3
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i’ve got something special in the cards for you <3 . . . kinktober25 / filming, choking
the projectionist (pearl) with feminine afab, former star actress!reader. nsfw. you fell from fame a while ago, but he’s offered you a way to be a star again. + kinktober masterpost & regular masterlist.
. . . one sex scandal is all it took. in january, you were a budding star. after a breakout role in a crime film as a stubborn countess, you shifted gears to thrillers, starring as the screaming damsel in distress. when that got boring you jumped to the romance genre, where you found even more success. people loved you. they loved how you batted your eyelashes when you played naive about sex, how you’d let a sly moan slip as your costar kissed you. by april, you were a household name. a film star— sexy, dignified, pampered, adored.
then came that goddamn article. a detailed exposé on a made up affair with a politician; you pushed back, of course, but the rumors had already been spread, evidence had already been falsified, and opinions had already changed on you. you never stood a chance, anyhow. the media was intent on playing judge, jury, and executioner in your case.
“once a star and now a slut,” you muse under your breath before bringing your cigarette to your lips. you sat in front of a small mirror, half hating yourself and half admiring. your voice is nothing but bitter, your eyes all hardened with the look of a woman scorned. the man behind you only chuckles in reply. he’d told you his name at some point, but you couldn’t be damned to remember it.
he squeezes your shoulders gently, maybe to comfort. “now now, there’s no need for that sort of language. you’re still a star. this is just… a new genre for you. i’m assuming you’ve never been in this type of film before.”
“no, i usually have much more self respect,” you reply, blowing some smoke out from between your lips, “and i’ll call myself whatever i like, anyways. you don’t get a say in that. just focus on making this good.” you glance over your shoulder at the man. dark brown hair, a neat mustache, and deceivingly sweet baby blue eyes. he could be worse, you remind yourself. you’ve done uglier men.
“oh, i’ll make it good,” the projectionist chuckles, leaning down to kiss at your neck. chemistry-testing, he calls it, whenever he makes a move on you. bullshit, you call it, but he doesn’t seem to care. his lips press firmly, coming down the slope of your neck as he reaches for your top.
you scoff after a bit, swatting his hand away. “the film. not the sex; faking an orgasm’s easy.”
he pauses, silent. then, he sighs softly. his hands and mouth move away from your figure, resigned, almost offended. before fully removing himself from you, he mutters into your ear a quick, “you won’t have to fake it.” your costar reaches out and takes the cigarette from your hand, smoking from it briefly before handing it back to you. then, he leaves your pathetic excuse of a dressing room (a corner of his studio that he put foldable walls up around), likely in search of a quick film to watch on his own like the pervert he was.
you watch him go, something stirring briefly in your gut when you glimpse the muscles of his back. you don’t follow. you don’t call after him. you try to convince yourself that the thought of doing either never even crossed your mind. you fail. you shift in your seat, suddenly feeling hot. a soft sigh leaves your lips as you smoke from your cigarette. you suck on the leftover taste of him.
it’s all you’ll allow yourself to do.
. . . the day for filming comes soon after that. the two of you did a few more chemistry-tests, though you always cut him off right as he tugged at your panties. he never complained. throughout your whole career, you’d never met a director so desperate to please his lead actress. it was almost charming, and if you were any other woman— more naive, more sheltered, less jaded— you’d have fallen for his decency alone.
“are you ready?” the projectionist asks from behind his camera. he looks at you through it, or at least you think he’s looking at you through it.
“i’m fully dressed, as requested,” you reply, sat on the main stage, a mattress covered in a thin, red bedsheet. “is there even a story to this kind of film?”
“’course there is,” he replies, though his voice is distant as he continues messing with the camera. finally, he lifts his head, grinning over at you. “a story of passion.”
you roll your eyes. “an excuse for you to tear my clothes off, then.”
“maybe. how about this, you can play your character from sunny side up,” he suggests, “remember that? i’ll even call you your stage name, mary.”
“don’t.” you wave your hand dismissively, “no former roles. just start filming.”
“bossy bossy woman,” he says playfully under his breath, bending once more again to start recording. it takes a few moments to get everything going, but eventually the projectionist walks over to you, sitting beside you on the bed. he looks at you, a flicker of something serious passing over his face as he leans in for the first kiss. it’s nothing new, nothing he hasn’t already done; he kisses you like a boy, like a teenager first experiencing arousal, like he’s desperate to satisfy an urge he doesn’t understand.
you kiss back in a similar manner, though. clingy, experimental, searching. it’s unscripted, but you pull yourself into his lap. he pulls away to kiss the middle of your neck, hands roaming along your body. you’re both quiet, just breathing, just kissing and kissing until the line between you and him blurs and smears into nothingness. neither of you speak. neither of you have to— stag films are all silent, and your bodies are doing a fine job of communicating in other ways. grinding, pressing, groping, rubbing. all the things the media had said you’d done with a texan senator, you were doing now, with someone far less impressive (and yet far more arousing).
the silence is finally broken by your costar as he half-rips off the top of your dress. “damn,” he mumbles as your tits spill from your top, nipples already hard with want. the projectionist leans in, one hand reaching low to cup your ass and slide you closer as he brings his mouth to your left breast. he squeezes your butt, thumb pressed firmly into the plush of your ass while he sucks on your nipple like he was made for it. it prompts a moan from you, which he takes as encouragement, swirling his tongue around your nipple once or twice before sucking again. he looks up at you, meeting your eyes, and dares to smirk. “you alright there, darling?”
“i’m fine,” you manage, hair already beginning to stick to your forehead and the nape of your neck.
he pulls back from your breasts, bringing his lips to yours once more. “ready to be a star again?” he murmurs, squeezing your butt again. “say yes.”
you bite back a gasp at the feeling. “mm— yes, yes.” anything to be adored again.
“that’s a good girl,” he coos, carefully easing you off of his lap with. “give me a kiss?”
your body moves before your brain can react, your mouth on his in seconds. he hums into it, caressing the curve of your butt before reaching under your dress and sliding your underwear down your legs. after a few moments, he lays you on your back, your hair splaying about on the bed as you watch him unbuckle his belt. the projectionist tosses it aside, then his pants, then your underwear, then his. finally, he lines himself up at your entrance. he teases briefly, his tip kissing your slick cunt a few times as he milks the moment. it isn’t long before he grows too excited to wait any longer, though. he slides himself in, groaning softly as your walls stretch to fit him.
“goodness,” he mutters, pulling out just a bit before pushing back in, going a little deeper this time. the projectionist does it again, and again, gets deeper. he grips your hips tight, fingernails leaving little crescent imprints in their wake. even so, he sports a sweet, almost playful grin on his face, as if sex with you was a game you were both playing. as if he was having fun, thrusting into you, shaking the whole mattress and making you groan.
“you’re a fool.” it slips out from you just as naturally as your moans; it embarrasses you just as much. letting love in isn’t your strong suit.
he just laughs. he’s laughing at you, your flushed cheeks, your false bravado; he’s laughing at you, and it shouldn’t be attractive but it is. “i’ve got you spread eagle, baby,” he finally replies, accentuating his words with a sharp thrust, “i’ve got this sweetness all wet for me.”
“fool’s gold,” you sneer, only to fall silent as his hand grabs for your throat. he grips your neck hard enough for you to gasp, then lightens his hold just barely at the sound of your almost-choking. “fuck—”
“you’re gonna stop talking down on yourself, sweetheart,” he murmurs, “pisses me off to no end. you’re so beautiful—” one hard thrust to your sweet spot, “so sexy—” two thrusts, “i love your little attitude but—” three thrusts, “you’re gonna stop talking poorly on the woman i love, got that?”
you nod weakly beneath him, tearing up as he pounds himself into your pussy. the room grows hot, almost hazy, filled with the sensations of sex. the sound of groans and moans and skin on skin. the feeling of wetness, of his dick inside of you, making room for itself. the smell of sweat, the sight of him above you, the taste of your own arousal, completely imagined but thick enough to choke on, in your mouth.
the hand on your throat begins to hold you more firmly, keeping you in place as he fucks you.
a story of passion.
you underestimated just how passionate he’d be.
the projectionist squeezes your neck, choking you momentarily— “’m sorry,” he mumbles, “i’m close. sorry.” his voice is all gentle, growing softer, almost needy as he gets closer and closer to his own finish. in the back of your mind, you find yourself grateful that the film will be silent. no other woman on earth deserved to hear him come undone like this.
he pulls out at the last minute, just barely remembering not to fuck you into a pregnancy. he fists his dick with fervor until he comes, off-white ropes of cum landing along your tummy. he pants, staring down at you. and you, you stare up at him, panting just as hard because you came too. with a choked gasp, with wide eyes, and with trembling legs, you came, your cum dribbling out of your cunt and onto the red bedsheet beneath you.
“i didn’t have to fake it,” you admit after some time. sweat sticks to your entire body, formed from the intensity of it all. you look him in the eye as you go on, voice breathy, “the orgasm, i mean.”
“i gathered as much,” the projectionist replies, crawling over you to press a kiss to your lips. “with me, you never will. i think you’re gonna be a goddamn star, baby.”
his weight on you is an unexpected comfort, one you don’t fight against. instead, you smile tiredly, allowing yourself this moment. “yeah?”
“yeah. yeah, i do. just don’t go running off with any costars,” he chuckles softly, “i want you for myself, miss famous.” he curls his index finger just a bit before brushing it against your cheek, caressing along the flushed skin. “got that?”
you opt not to reply, instead staring up at him as he continues on caressing your cheek. you stare and stare, and as much as you wish for your expression to scream no— it should say no, you should say no— your eyes are softly murmuring the word “yes”.
my first piece for my first kinktober… hope u guys enjoy!! i might write more for this concept bc i do love the aesthetic :3
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.
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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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warnings.
SMUT, semi-public sex (at work), risk of being caught, implied relationship, no use of "y/n", attempts at period-accurate dialogue, unprotected p-in-v sex, creampie, no aftercare.
The days you work the counter at the theater are some of the best days, not because of the work, but because you get to be in the same place as your man. He's a little older, well-traveled, and the two of you have been together nearly six months now. He really is a good man, even your parents like him, and they're hard to please.
Your favorite part of the day is sneaking back to the projection room during lunch to steal some time away with him. No one really comes to the projection room, especially not during lunch, so it's a nice time to be together.
When he sees you coming towards the projection room door, he smiles, walking over to open it for you. You've got your lunch in-hand, carrying his as well.
“Well now, Mr. Projectionist, think you can spare a moment for a girl like me?”
He grins, stepping aside.
"For you, little starlet? I'd stop the whole picture show."
His eyes roam over your figure as you step in, and he shuts the door behind you. You smile and set the two lunch bags aside, then rest your hands on his broad chest, toying with his suspenders.
"Mm, you do lay it on thick."
"Ain't layin' it on," he hums as he leans down a bit, his hands coming to rest on your hips. "Just the truth."
You close the gap and press your lips to his, which makes him hum again, kissing you with passion. He pulls you further against his body, hands sliding around to give your ass a little squeeze, which makes you gasp.
"Careful, mister. You keep gettin’ fresh like this and you’ll have me misbehavin'."
"That's the whole idea, ain't it?"
He keeps kissing you, deepening it as you go. Your fingers toy with his suspenders a bit more, suddenly feeling a bit bold, so you push them down off his shoulders. The action makes his smile widen, and he dips his head down to start kissing at your jaw.
"Mm...you smell sweeter than magnolia in bloom."
Your eyes flicker over to the door, and you bite your lip at the feeling of his lips on your skin. The two of you have fooled around back here before, but it hasn't gone beyond kissing on the lips and a little bit of touching.
"Someone might see," you whisper. "What do you reckon folks would say if they caught us carryin’ on back here?”
"Let 'em talk. I been hankerin' to have you all morning, and I ain't holdin' back now."
His hands lift you up and set you down on the table, pulling up the skirt of your dress and unclipping your garters. You sigh softly and kiss him again, a bit nervous about fooling around at work, though your arousal is quickly overwriting any nerves or guilt.
"You oughta let me go…I ain’t got a lick of sense left."
You don't mean a word of it, but it's an involuntary reaction.
He just moves closer, pulling his cock free from his pants.
"God help me, baby doll, I don’t wanna let go. Not now, not ever."
Your arms wrap around him, spreading your legs as he steps between them and presses himself against the fabric between your legs. He can feel how hot you are, how wet you are, and it makes him groan.
"I'm burnin' up for you, big man...I can hardly stand it."
"I can feel that," he says, pushing the material aside so he can line himself up with your entrance. "Ready?"
As soon as you nod, his hips rock forward, sliding himself inside with ease. Your wet, velvety heat wraps around him in such a way that he can't help but feel at home.
"Baby doll..."
You gasp softly, tilting your head back as he grips your legs and spreads them open, letting him reach deeper. He gives you just a moment, then starts rolling his hips.
"Oh my..."
He groans, jaw slacked slightly at the feeling of your wrapped so tightly around him. No matter how many times the two of you do this, you're always just as tight as you were the very first time.
"God almighty, feels like you were made just for me."
His voice is hoarse.
"Don’t stop…don’t you dare stop."
Your man hums, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"I won’t. Not ‘til you’re mine every way a woman can be."
His hips continue to buck, picking up in both speed and intensity. You both know that you can't take long, not at work. Your head falls back and he takes advantage of that, pressing his mouth to your neck, kissing and lightly nipping the skin.
"You’ve got me burnin’ clear through, big man," you breathe, jaw slacked and eyebrows furrowed slightly. "O-Oh Lord..."
He's close, now, your reactions and words spurring him on. He can hardly take much more, grunting with each forward thrust. His hands are holding your hips tightly, soon coming down to your ass to pull you onto him more.
"It's t-takin' me," he groans. "Baby doll, I'm g-gonna spend..."
You bite down on your lip as he finally reaches his peak, groaning long and low against the skin of your neck. His hips press forward fully and his hands pull you down on him, holding himself as far inside of you as he can while he fills you.
Once he has caught his breath a bit, he pulls back and rests his forehead on yours, a little smile on his lips.
"You're somethin' else, you know that?"
"I reckon you already know the answer to that. Or, at least, you should know the answer by now, after six months together."
Your big man chuckles.
"'Suppose you're right. But you won't hear me complainin' 'bout it."
"I better not."
You smile, lips pressing to his one final time before he pulls out and tucks himself away. He helps you down off the table, then helps you fix yourself up to look presentable again.
"We ought to chow down quick before the boss gives us grief about takin' too long of a lunch. Not that I don't like spendin' time with you, baby doll, but I don't want'cha gettin' into trouble."
The two of you grab your lunches and sit down, enjoying a little chat before it's time to part ways yet again. His eyes linger on your figure as you walk back out to the counter, counting down the hours until he gets you all to himself.
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hope y'all enjoyed this <3
projectionist character masterlist is coming soon!
>> david corenswet character masterlist for all your d.c. needs! <<
a bit late, but here's everything I wrote during the month of november!!
characters included on this list: clark kent/superman (2025), scott miller (twisters), the projectionist (pearl) & jack castello (hollywood).
*= contains smut
clark kent/superman [masterlist]
hc's: NSFW alphabet*
D + V - dirty secret & volume
K - kink(s)
B + F + O - body part, fav position, oral
C + E + J - cum, experience, jack off
number eight* (2.1k)
off the hinges + take full advantage* (req.)
first day (1.2k)
thankful* (1.6k)
scott miller (twisters) [masterlist]
trust your gut* (2.3k) - finale of the "scarecrow duo" series
hc's: NSFW alphabet*
E - experience
K + X - kink(s) & x-ray
T - toys
D + L - dirty secret & location
U + Y - unfair & yearning
A + R - aftercare & risk
diplomatic resolution (853)
the projectionist (pearl) [masterlist]
hc's: NSFW alphabet*
B - body part
D + bonus - dirty secret(s)
