What if I Give You a Hell of a Life?
Song inspo for this fiction : "Hell of a Life - Kanye West "
Happy late valentine's day btw.
MINORS DON'T INTERACT PLS.
PAIRINGS: Corkscrew Rules Dude (Shtopor) x !femreader
WHY INSPO ON THIS SONG? Well I was hearing this song, and started to think "Hmm, since Shtopor is a pornstar. The song seems fitting for a possible love life for Shtopor." So I decided to write this fic.
⚠️ WARNINGS: Shtopors dick is still there, P in V, smut, horniness, camboy interaction dynamic, fluff + somewhat rough, details of explicit actions, masturbation, swearing, might not stay to the Canon personality of Shtopor Dude BUT HEAR ME OUT, biting, and mentions of fingering. Unprotected sex (pls be responsible since this is fiction, safety comes first),and consensual interactions. Mentions pf alcohol. Needy behaviors coming from him, and TOO MUCH trust online (pls safety is always first).
⚠️Once again, this is an 18+ fanfiction if you are a minor please don't interact nor read this fanfiction. Plus the POSTAL games are also meant for 18+.
⚠️Viewer discretion is HEAVILY advised. Not recommended to be read in public spaces.
⚠️You might encounter misspellings (auto correct is shitty).
WORD COUNT: 3,720 (edit: more than that but doesn't get to 9k)
In the future I will post the drawing of the camboy section of Shtopor. So this is a heads up if you want to see the drawing.
Lately I have been having a lot of time after work. I would try to clean my room or any parts of my house to entertain myself or tried to arrange my decorations every single day.
I tried MANY things, but all of them didn't cure my boredom.
Until my attention got caught.
One day, I was reading this article about "How to Control Your Curiosity". A pop-up ad appeared in the middle of a paragraph and I tried tapping on the small "x".
It didn't work, instead it took me to a strange website where camboys did their content.
Then in the main page where the ad took me, had a top leaderboard of the best camboys. Judging by the count of camboys this website only had 10 of them.
One of them was in 10th place, with...0 views, ouch, that's bad isn't it? The website wasn't popular either, there was at least 500 users. And judging by the navigation system this was a new website. Maybe that's why there was not many users?
Then my curiosity got the best of me. I tap one camboy in 10th place who now had 1 viewer watching. I really wanted to know this camboy was doing to not going any attention.
The screen loads fully. A tall, ginger, with a goatee/ soul patch?, with a tanktop with horizontal stripes of blue and white colors, didn't cover his pink nipples, a dog tag necklace, lean rectangular body type, and black sunglasses. Along with some military cargo pants, and a belt in the color of black.
He was casually drinking some vodka shots. Watching how people entered and leaved the chat of the cam livestream. Or whatever is called.
The viewer from earlier left the stream, leaving me as the only viewer.
"Seriously, how hard it is to stay? So I can finally do my shitty job?" The man complains in an annoyed tone.
However, he noticed that I was his only viewer.
"Hey you! Uh...random stranger." His voice deep and soothing to hear.
"May you please stay? I really need to do my job once. Please?" His voice giving the hint of desperation.
I look at the reflection of myself on the phone, I felt pity for this camboy. Seriously curiosity is really dangerous.
I sigh. "Should I stay? What should I do?"
The man lowered the glasses a hit giving me the view of his green eyes. "It's okay if you don't want to. I won't force you."
"Or maybe you need a reason to stay?" He unbuckled the buckle of his belt and unfastened it.
Then, he lowers the fly of his pants, pushing the hems side to side giving the view of his medium sized bulge.
"Look I'll do this for you, and I'll tell you my name."
He spreads his legs widely giving me a broader view.
'Fine I'll stay. Do what you need to do?' My message pops in the chat.
He widely smirks, and lowered his glasses furthermore. He privates the livestream making it exclusive for me. Judging by the sudden disappearance of the viewer icon.
"Name's Corkscrew in English. But you can call me Shtopor in Russian or whatever its easy for you darling. "
I tap my temple gently, trying to come up with a response or question.
'Pleased meeting you! Uhmm, what is the cam theme for this one?'
Judging by how his eyebrows raised, this guy was happy.
"Glad you asked, my dear." He pulled his boxers down as I saw his softening dick.
"I will describe a scenario involving you. If that's okay?" He placed his glasses on his head as his green eyes were fixated on the camera.
"It's donation interactive, but there are not many viewers but one. To make matters 'easy'. " He paused for a second.
"I won't ask you to donate, however you will participate by typing in the chat."
Shtopor traced his V-line with a yawn. Waiting for my written response.
'Sounds easy, still a newbie at this stuff...but sure?'
Shtopor smiled mischievously, adjusting the camera into a high view to get a full angle of his actions. "Ooh,mommy. I love your guts."
"Let's start with a simple theme." Shtopor mentions in a low tone,.sounding seductive.
"You are my girlfriend and I'm your 'needy' boyfriend. Do you like the concept?" He kept looking at the camera with a wide smile, as he pours a shot of vodka.
Seriously, What did I sign into? Oh well, lesson learned. To never let my curiosity get the best of me.
Shtopor starts speaking a low seductive tone. "You came home tired, looking for me. However, I was in my room unaware of your presence."
He lazily traces in circles his clothed dick. "Until you entered my room, seeing me half naked. My belt unfastened around my hips, the sides of my pants widely open, and my legs widely open."
He later does the same actions he described, his voice becoming husky than what it sounded earlier.
"I hear my door opening, making me flinch in an instant, because you caught me doing...ahh..this" He massages his bulge faster, while gasping.
"My mind filled with thoughts of your perfect body, making me harder each time."
He massaged and squeezes his erection. Then he smirks as he adjusts the camera to an angle where the tip of his dick is showing.
"Next time knock the door." Shtopor said in a low and seductive tone.
He made blush in an instant. I couldn't believe what I heard and saw. I know this is his job,but holy isn't he so good at it.
I couldn't stop looking. My eyes glued to my screen, like a moth into a flame.
"What will you do? Specifically in this vulnerable state?" He whines in a very low tone, as he picks his pace on his dick.
Shtopor typed something, opening a poll for me. With these options:
A.) Take advantage of your needy boyfriend
B.)May I watch you jerk off?
C.)Run to me and kiss me passionately
D.) Nothing
The options were interesting, and filled with risk. Making me blush when reading them. However, what if I chose D? What could possibly happen if I chose D?
I tap option D out of all, he just smirks and strokes his hardening cock lazily.
He adjusts the camera angling it to his face. A wide smile painted all over his face.
"Risky are we?" Shtopor takes his glasses off. Making an intense eye contact with the camera.
"Standing there doing nothing about it, makes me feel hot and bothered. You know that right?"
His voice husky and seductive, squeezing his nuts when he said bothered. Implying what he really wants.
He let's out a few "fucks" and "Oh lords" when he adjusts the camera. It was as if his words make him see things in a lucid way. The view he is giving me now its directed to his cock and face. His finger pinching his tip making it ooze pre.
"Sit on this damn table, and open your legs widely for me." Shtopor demanded making it feel like a real scenario.
"I'll show you how much I fucking missed you." He squeezed his dick with his hands. Making him groan in pleasure.
He then stood up as he 'pretended to fuck me'. Hips bucking forward towards his hand, making him gasp. The veins of his cock visible as he grips his cock harshly. Which was oddly...hot?
Shtopor rolled his eyes with each grind. "I fucking missed you."
He whines and pants. "Mmmmm, so perfect...oooooohhh, I needed you do badly."
However, my eyes darted towards his face. He was flustered from doing this? Shy pornstar, how cute.
As I mentioned earlier, I have a looot of free time lately. Days went by slowly for me. Specifically because I didn't know what else to do.
And Shtopor? Well...I watched him everyday or enter his livestreams. Matching my free hours.
Yes I made myself an account to keep following his schedule and to know when he is live. He suggested me to make the account...you can also say I'm his number 1.
Even if his account grew to 1 million during the month of June. He makes sure to make shoutouts whenever I entered the live room, or if he hits a new milestone. He always had to mention me.
Ain't that so sweet of him?...
...but I don't think this type of interaction is good for me.
At the moment I'm with a friend, at a local cafe talking about our lives.
"I think I just fell in love with a pornstar." I confess to my friend, without any hint of pride but with embarrassment.
My friend gives me an uneasy expression. Eyes widened. "Have you lost your mind?"
I cover my face with both hands feeling ashamed of what I'm confessing. I questioned myself every day about this. I just couldn't stop thinking about Shtopor. I don't know him in the flesh nor know if he lives in this town.
Yeah, I recognize the risk, and perhaps that it's impossible to reach him out just for a delusional "idea". What am I doing?
"Yes, it's stupid. But I don't care." My friend stood up and pats my shoulder.
"I won't judge you. But I don't want you to lose yourself over someone behind the screen." They move their hand away as I stood up as well.
"And to use you as their profit gains. Please, promise me you won't spend a buck on that camboy." My friend leaves and I stood there lost in thought.
Has Shtopor ever ask me for a donation? Ahhh, no. He has never asked me for money nor donations. The other viewers did pay him a lot. But whenever he wanted some time with me, he didn't charge me for staying with him on call.
What am I thinking? I'm trying to demonstrate his innocence, but we don't know each other in person.
I tried and I tried leaving him. I couldn't I felt addicted towards him and his content.
I only can last 5 minutes without seeing the first 5 minutes of his livestreams. I'm a mess.
"There she is, my loyal and favorite viewer of mine!" Shtopor read my username when I entered the livestream.
Every time my name pops up on the chat or when entering the livestream. His face lights up with the most prettiest smile I ever seen.
"Tell me when you think we crossed the line, darling." Shtopor grinned mischievously.
The chat raging with huge donations begging for him to start. Little that they knew that my answer was priority for him. He even has me a special chat that he created just for me.
He starts his livestreams with this question always. Yes. Shtopor we had crossed the line. I developed feelings for someone I don't know in person.
I exchanged contacts with him.
I follow him on his socials even on his personal ones.
I am his number 1.
'No, we haven't crossed the line.'
The chat goes wild, he smiles again as he grabs a bottle of vodka and pours two small shots.
"This livestream is dedicated to you, and the rest shall indulge in my dark fantasy."
Moaning into the microphone keeping that low tone of his. "...with you, dear."
He drinks the shot leaving the glass empty." You and me. A sunny daze escapade on the beach alone." He flexed his forearms towards the camera.
"My skin burning hot, due to the warm temperature and my thoughts that keep heating me. This tank top glued against my torso."
"My shorts feeling tight, for the boner I have."
Shtopor traced his neck and lowered his hands lower, teasing the viewers and himself.
"Why my sudden boner? Because I finally met you. Fuuuuuckk so divine." He paused and smirks with flustered cheeks.
"Specifically in your beach outfit." He clicks his tongue as he now traced his V-line.
"Begging you to make me yours here on the lonely beach."
My pupils dilated, feeling a rush of lust and adrenaline. Of course not to the point to go insane like the chat.
"You have my permission to do as you please. I give you my consent to indulge with my body, telling you I'm yours."
His hand was oddly close to his phone the whole time. As if hesitating to pick it up. He mumbled and picked it. Dialing a number away from the camera. My phone rang.
"Darling, answer the phone. I need you listen me. I'm getting horny at the thought of finally meeting you."
The chat went wild when he got a visible erection. This doesn't feel like an act anymore. This fantasy of his sounds real. Like a confession made towards me.
I swallow hard, afraid of being wrong, rejected. "This is a confession isn't it?"
He gasps as he massages his bulge. "Yes, I can't deny what I am feeling for you."
The live chat sent super donations mentioning how professional the acting felt. Shtopor extends his hand towards the camera.
"Grab my hand and let's live a hell of a life."
The chat increased the profits making it go past 1 million. Out of obligation he slipped his hand inside his shorts stroking himself.
"Keep making contact towards the screen, let me hear your voice again. Help me make this fantasy into reality. "
He moaned on the phone. My ears even felt his hot breath against them, as if he was here with me.
"Oh, Shtopor. You always hit the loudest screams, so pretty." My sounding seductive and low.
He took his cock out and jerked off. His pace fast and harsh. While groaning loudly and moaning as well.
"Fuuuuckkk, I...I didn't expect that one coming from you."
Today is the day where things shall change, for real now. I did my best to not enter to his scheduled livestreams. Nor interact if he called... which tempted me to go back. But my mind...
...couldn't let go of his whimpering whenever he jerked off. Those sounds that came from the screen and the view didn't help my mind.
The soft and low tone of voice of his lingers in my head like broken record player. I need to stop thinking about him, I need to clear my mind.
I grab my purse and car keys from the table. I dressed pretty, and put on some lipstick. I turn the engine on, drive, arrive to the mall, get off the car, and entered the east side of the mall.
Easy right?
A guy bumped me when I was making my way to a boutique.
I acknowledged it was my fault for getting on his way."Sorry abou-"
"My number 1...i-is that really you?"
His voice was deeper in person and hella tall as well. My mind felt like exploding.
"I-I-I can't believe it!! My loyal number 1 is here!" Shtopor opens his arms.
Both of us hug like if we had known eachother for years. Unfortunately, behind screen and voice calls. Shtopor looked excited to finally meet me and see my face. He never saw my face.
He hugged me tightly. "Since I finally met you...how about I invite you to spend time with me?"
My eyes widened at his request,me? And him? Together. I felt my brain get mushy by just thinking about it. Not in the bad way.
"Yeah, that's a great idea."
We strolled around the mall, going from store to store. We easily made conversation, no strange silent moments. It was as if the phone calls had helped us or something.
In person he looked like a sweet guy, or maybe because he is hanging out with me?
And his voice...
"I was thinking of new themes for my livestreams, maybe..."
It was soft and low. A sweet tone for my ears even more sweeter than honey itself. The smile he would give me at the end of each conversation. It was divine.
"Hey. Get back to reality." Shtopor stopped me with a hug from behind.
My face a few inches away from the wall. I tilt my head in confusion, thinking I was paying attention to my surroundings. I sigh as I try to recall what he was saying.
He was talking about a fashion boutique? Yeah,his voice distracted me.
"Uhm... may you repeat what were you saying earlier?"
Shtopor laughs and gets on my side. Placing an arm around my shoulder, making sure he didn't put his weight on me or pulled my hair.
"I said that if you could help me choose the next outfits for my livestreams and uh...."
Shtopor scratched his head and looked away. "...if you like something for yourself let me know."
I blush in a shy and embarrassed way. "Yes, I would love to help you choose. But don't buy me stuf-"
He grabs my hand and pulls me inside the boutique. "Shhhh, my gift. For being always in my livestreams and for being there whenever to call on."
I kept blushing as he kept laughing. However, he took me to the expanse clothing section for men. And made me wait outside a clothing booth . Shtopor entered with lots of clothes, when he got out. I didn't like the outfit and judging the frown on his face , he didn't like it either.
"Fuck no." He entered the booth again and came out in a suit and tie.
"Yeah, n-"
I stood up and grab his arm. "Perfect." I cut his words.
"Men in suits tend to look handsome. Plus makes it easier for some livestream themes."
Shtopor smiled and pulled me towards him. As he took me inside the booth and stepping out. "Try what I picked for you."
I flinched at the sudden action, making me feel surprised. Turning around I see a dress that is flashy, one that hugs my body frame perfectly...the cleavage however...
... Was very showy, almost showing my tits. I step of the booth.
Shtopor took his sunglasses off, eyes widening at the view.
"You look like a goddess."
He extends his hand. "I'll definitely buy you this dress. So our next 'date' or outing could be at restaurant."
I go inside the booth and got out holding his hand and him holding my dress and his suit and tie on his free arm. Making me blush at the kind action.
"Really, you didn't have to buy me stuf-"
Shtopor exaggerated a sigh like the ones on his livestreams. "I don't give a shit. My gift. I keep my promise on that one."
After that day, Shtopor kept taking me out on small dates. Some at the local arcade, others at a nearby park, and so on. Even though he called them outings, I knew they weren't. It was an excuse to go on a date with me. Of course I always felt comfortable around him and so did he.
In fact whenever he went live, after our 'outings'. Shtopor seemed motivated and filled with inspiration. Sometimes, on each outing I felt that time stopped for us or sometimes we enjoyed each others company to the point of feeling that 1 hour was 20 minutes.
And right now...I'm watching his livestream.
"I told you I would give you a hell of a life darling...oh has it been exciting going on multiple dates with me?"
Shtopor was masturbating on the livestream at such speed. As if he could see everything so vividly of the theme he made. However, why does it sound its directed towards our 'outings'?
I put all the pieces together, the fantasy he told once along with our small dates.
He was talking about us. OUR DATES. I got all red, after every date a livestream... always masturbating. HOW DIDN'T I REALIZE IT?
"You better make me cum, darling." He tilted his head towards the camera lowered his sunglasses a bit. His hand moved from his dick. Letting out a frustrated groan, he grabs his phone.
"Tell me that you feel this way too."
My phone rings, I answered the call. He now had me in speakerphone, as he was clicking a thing here and there making distortion for my voice. I didn't know what to say. What I was thinking was risky and drasti-
Pffttt, what am I saying? He literally masturbates after each date we have. He risks and why not risking as well?
"One day I'm going to marry a pornstar." I said it with pure honesty.
The fast strokes on his dick slowed down, and he paused in mid-stroke. He looked concerned for some reason. Noticing the reaction he had, I laugh.
"Before stopping let me finish my sentence, my dear. I want to marry you, you are the only pornstar I want to marry."
Shtopor froze and flinched afterwards. With a loud moan, he came all over his hand. He then looked surprised and he stood up letting his jeans pool on his combat boots.
He later cut off the livestream in less than a second. I felt confused and so did the chat. He even hung up.
I kept calling Shtopor after that. I was worried, he would keep the livestream going up to 9pm.
My door gets knocked in a desperate and loud way. Plus, it was raining... who could it be outside at this rainy weather? Or at least in my neighborhood.
I ran to the front door and unlocked the door. Seeing Shtopor huffing and with labored breathing. His tanktop and pants all soaked by the rain. He steps in.
"I'm here my wife." He had an evil but mischievous smirk.
His tall frame looming over mine . He then pulls me into a hug, and pulled away to get on his knees.
"I was waiting for this exact moment, so let's skip the 'let's be a couple first' bullshit."
He kissed my hand as he pulled out a candy ring pop. "Let's have a hell of a life. One full of excitement, and risky between you and me."
Holding the ring pop he looks at me. "Will you accept to be Mrs. Dude?"
I blushed violently, he doesn't look like a romantic person, and?
"It would be an honor Mr. Dude."
I extended my hand for him. Shtopor didn't hesitate on slipping the ring on my finger. He kissed my hand as he licks the candy in a vile way.
"Let's start with the honeymoon now."
Without any hesitation from both his hands land on my hips. Our lips crashing with eachothers. Then,lifting me on his arms to press me against the cold wall. Deepens the kiss with a tongue one, and filled with determination. His hips grinding against mine and whining coming from his sweet mouth.
He was VERY aroused.
Shtopor kept dry humping, each time increasing the speed. Both of our eyes rolling at the sensation of how we feel that heat.
I look at the clock and so does he. "Shtopor didn't you have an exclusive livestream at this ho-"
He humps almost at bunny speed now. "Fuck that livestream, 800 dollars aren't worth as you are."
He took his belt off, and pulled the fly down. "Besides, I rather fuck my number 1 and filled her up, rather than masturbating for a fuckass stranger."
I feel flattered. No seriously, no pornstar postponed any livestream or missed the chance of gaining quick bucks.
"I didn't know I was actually important...I thought it was all a-"
"Oh mommmyyyy...ah, an act? Darling no." He laughs and keeps moaning.
"You stayed there when I was somewhat starting. Even gave you my info which no pornstar does, due to the risks."
He lowered his boxers and strokes his dick. "I regret nothing. "
"Specifically, when I got to meet you." He kissed my neck.
"Soo,tomorrow you have something to do? Or work? Or around those lines?"
I shake my head no. His eyes green eyes piercing mine with lustful determination. He masturbates again, while kissing my neck.
"No I won't be busy or work. Why?"
Shtopor smirks with determination and mischief. His hands on my hips and pressing me against the wall.
"Spread them. I'll show you how real was the meeting you fantasy of that livestream. And the other ones as well."
I turned red. Not expecting him to remember the themes of his livestreams or fantasies. My legs spread instinctively. He then slid his hands inside my skirt and pulled my panties down.
In less than 10 seconds he shoved his dick inside my pussy. For me this is a surreal view. Like seriously, no "ordinary" person like me gets to be lucky with their favorite pornstar.
"Oh mommy...my number 1 is so tight. Just like how I imagined." Shtopor moaned in a low tone, making me flinch in a delicious way for him.
However, the difference he has with any other pornstar is that he is risky. Shtopor gave me his information which no pornstar should do. Later on, he found me in person, all thanks to my voice. Then, he constantly invited me to dates.
He really took his time to make me fall for him in person.
Shtopor brushed my hair aside. His pounding becoming violent, to the point of how his legs trembled. He then placed his hands on my hips to keep me steady.
With loud groans, and whines. He meets my gaze again. "Oh, sorry. Does it hurt? I can change my pace, if you wish."
"No don't...fuuck...change the pace. Thisssss is amazing. "
With my approval, he didn't waste any chance to keep going balls deep desperately. The skin slapping from both and make vile sounds from our lips. Making our brains more mushy than what they were.
His dick sliding in and out, his own pre-cum making it easier for him to slide. With each balls deep pound he did, he made would whine. What a blessing for my ears.
"OHHH! Definitely, this is wayyy better than jerking off to your voice each time we called."
My nails digging on his soft back, as he flinched every second making his dick throb each time.
"Oh, God. Shtopor you really are vile both on and off camera." I moan on his ear and kiss his neck.
"Come, onnn! Fingering yourself isn't as good as having my cock deep inside you." He smirks after an evil laugh.
"HUHHHH?!You little p-"
Shtopor kissed my lips not letting me finish my sentence. Increasing his pounding speed, still going balls deep. Making our eyes roll, and making mine roll tears.
"Hell,yeah. So fucking tiiiiiiiiiiighhhhht. Made for me definitely. " He made a goofy grin as my pussy milked his hard cock.
Shtopor paused. Then, I look at him confused. As soon as he sees my confused expression he instantly goes balls deep. Seriously he has something for being balls deep. And I love it.
"Bite me hard...please. So tomorrow all I can think of is about this and during livestreams."
He exposed pounds slowly to allow me to bite him. I bite him just as he said, my teeth marked on his smooth neck. Licking the mark making it sting a bit. He flinched.
"...Let's pretend you came first,okay?" Shtopor filled my pussy with all of his seed.
Still, he kept fucking his cum more deeper in my pussy. Making me orgasm. "Shhh, you orgasmed from a bite? That's hot."
Shtopor laughs and safely lowered me to the ground. Both of us seeing the connection we had down there. He groans as if not wanting to get cock out. When, he took it out a loud 'pop' was created.
"Allow me to clean our mess." He drops on his knees. Starting to lap at my pussy both of us enjoying this.
Shtopor's thirst for excitement , risk, and sex is interesting and never ending...
♡The end♡
♡Dear reader, thanks for reading this. Should I keep making more of this? Or nah? Let me know in the comments :3!
