i beg of you for mr reca just simping over their spouse... like going absolutely googoo eyes for them
Mr. Reca would be over the moon with you, constantly giving you kisses, hugs, etc ! He practically worships you !!
He'll do anything that you tell him to . Want some snacks or something ? He'll get them . Want more hugs and kisses ? He'll do that ! Want him on his knees and such ? He'll gladly do it .
your stardom was solidified from the very moment you first entered reca’s sight . [ don’t want the fame that comes with being in film directed by the mr reca ? that’s fine . some of the scripts he has in mind for you probably wouldn’t get past penacony’s content rating system anyway ♡ ]
he probably should’ve gone about casting you in a more formal and [ more importantly ] less off-putting manner , though . [ reca himself is off-putting by nature , so perhaps this is asking too much ] march actually noticed him before you did . hey , is it just her or is that weird guy looking at you . . ? (ó﹏ò”)
“looking” is certainly one way to put it . this freak has his arms stretched out in front of him , his hands forming an imaginary camera . he’s tilting his head to the side with one eye shut , as if trying to picture what angle would capture your essence the best ♡
reca doesn’t come to a conclusion in the end as he puts down his imaginary camera . oh well . what type of director would he be if he didn’t possess the ability to envision his fantasies before they come to life ? he doesn’t bother to suppress the smile that grows at the thought of getting to see all of your angles . he’s walking toward you now . the smile on his face on his face makes your heart speed up in a way you aren’t sure you enjoy . . . :)
Reca is a FREAK, that's the first part of everyone should know.
I like to imagine there's a whole lot of trust between him and you, he trusts you to stop if it gets too much and you trust him to tell you. But that isn't possible on his end, why? Because Reca absolutely loves the pain, the pleasure it brings too.
You like to push him beyond his limits (whatever limits he has honestly), he tends to dig his nails into you a bit too much to the point of drawing blood
You don't bother to stop him, because why would you? Let him mark you, it's pretty to you.
Speaking of pretty things; he looks pretty with your marks. Mark him up real good, it's even better if you make him cry.
Does he want to cum? Too bad. He'll have to wait. Does he want you? Yeah? Too bad he'll have to beg for you. Want to make him beg? Just neglect his poor cock, keep him tied up, and torture him with scratches and kisses.
Speaking of tying him up, perhaps tie him up with his film reels. I'm sure he'll like that.
Acting like a brat? Just fold him in half on his desk or on your lap and spank him. Put him in his place. Perhaps give him a bloody mark or two.
Speaking of folding him in half on his desk. He's probably into public sex. The idea of being put on display, covered in bloody marks and bruises, wrists tied up. Collar on his neck with a leash, while his cock was being neglected and his ass being spanked, it was a lot for him. It makes him want to cum, please let him cum (don't. Let him cry, beg for it even)
Whatever you do to him, he'll enjoy it immensely.
He's your pretty little thing, treat him well & punish him well and make sure to praise him for being such a good boy, he might end up being more loyal to you than he ever was <3
Content warnings include: NONCON, cisfem!Reader, yandere content (imprisonment, obsessiveness...), booty stuff, fingering, brief cunnilingus and bindings.
⋆ Around 1,2k words. Minors, do not interact.
⋆ Genre: Humble and honest horny content
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You’ve never been afraid of the dark. Or, back when you were still a child and didn’t understand any better, you might have found yourself scared of what might be lurking in the shadows, but as most do, you have grown past such irrational fear. After all, though the dimness still occasionally morphs a piece of clothing hanging over the back of a chair into a spectre, you’ve matured to understand that the lack of light is no stranger than the abundance of it.
Or, so you thought, as with your bare body bound to the mattress, each limb spread as far and wide as can be, the pitch black engulfing the entirety of your surroundings has your heart quivering like a charmony dove in frost.
You can hear the soft, melodious sound of his humming somewhere at the end of the bed. It’s difficult to pinpoint his exact location — the man is light on his feet — but as the sheets dip under his weight, it’s not difficult to deduce that Mr. Reca has settled himself in between your legs.
Your body jerks against its restraints as something pokes at your waist. The touch raises violent shivers in its wake, tickling past the most sensitive of your areas, intrusive and prying. His hands, freezing cold against your heated skin, brush up your sides, the shape of your ribs, the outer curves of your breasts, caressing along the crook of your neck before reaching your jaw. Gently, he cups your face, stroking his thumbs along your cheekbones in a loving manner.
”Darling, darling”, he speaks to you, his voice husky and torrid.
It feels like every sensation you experience, auditory and physical alike, has been heightened tenfold in intensity. Due to the darkness, you’re unable to perceive the expression on his face, but judging from the shape of his voice, it would be a safe bet to say that the man is elated.
You feel his breath fanning over your face. Then, without further ado, he connects his mouth with yours.
You yelp into the kiss Mr. Reca forces upon you. Greedily, laced with the certain sort of pizzazz that embodies his entire being, he massages your lips with his in slow, sensual motions. Turning your head to the side, you attempt to escape the invasion, but he simply mirrors your movements, taking a firmer hold of your chin and compelling you to accept his affection.
Gently, he catches your bottom lip in between his teeth, nibbling on the piece of flesh in a way that’s just shy of stinging. His saliva mixes with yours, and despite your best efforts to keep your teeth closed shut, his tongue slips into your mouth.
Your breaths break out in short, bothered gasps. Mr. Reca, however, doesn’t seem to be the least bit concerned about your unease, and thus, your alarmed whimpers go on deaf ears. Reflexively, your arms tug against their bindings, testing if the rope offers you any leverage, but alas, the knots are tight, and there’s nothing you can do to evade his care.
Then, after a while, his lips detach from yours with a quiet, wet pop. For good measure, he plants one last peck on the corner of your mouth before he pulls away.
”Ah, a marvel you are”, Mr. Reca sighs out loud.
You stifle a sniffle, yet a small sound still makes it out of your throat. An uncomfortable, tingling feeling lingers where his palms still cradle your face.
”Now, now, there’s nothing to be concerned about, dear”, the pads of his thumbs tenderly swipe past the underside of your eyes. ”I’m quite certain you’ll find tonight as piquant as I do in just a bit.”
One of his hands travels past your cheek to brush your hair back from your forehead. His fingers weave through the strands a couple of times in a consoling fashion, bringing you a semblance of comfort in the midst of your gradually growing panic.
The mattress shifts as Mr. Reca proceeds to correct his position once more. It isn't easy to make sense of his movements as the blackness shields him from your view, but strangely enough, you’re somewhat sure that instead of climbing on top of you as is his usual manoeuvre of choice, he withdraws further away from your body. However, the reason behind the action becomes quite clear mere seconds after as you feel a breeze of air in between your thighs.
Something prods at your rear hole. Your entire body jolts in such violent manner that the muscles in your lower stomach lock momentarily.
”No-, no, stop!” you whimper out in a shrill voice, thrashing against the rope as best as you’re able, but it’s no use. ”Mr. Reca, please-!”
”Oh, how I love the sound of that word”, Mr. Reca practically moans, his tone as eloquent as ever, cutting you off right in the middle of your plea. ”Simmer down, simmer down. You’re quite alright.”
You try to clench your thighs shut around the intrusion but don’t manage to bring your limbs back together a single inch. Despite your apparent discomfort, what you now recognize to be the pads of his fingers continue to brush around your hole, leisurely circling its sensitive periphery.
The sheets shuffle again. Letting out a quiet, distressed whimper, you swallow down the lump in your throat and instead try to redirect your focus on anything else — the sound of your own heartbeat, the sensation of the chilly air grazing against your skin, the man’s scent, even — but without your eyesight, the unquestionably most prominent stimulus still remains whatever is happening in between your legs. In a desperate attempt to forget the world around you, you sink your teeth into your own bottom lip, only to find that not even the keen pain can rival Mr. Reca’s touch when it comes to lighting your nerve endings aflame.
”If I may have your attention, please”, his voice sounds out from a lower posture this time. The implication makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.
Your breath hitches in your throat. Balling your hands into fists, you smother the last bits of your dying hope and instead mentally prepare yourself to succumb to what your tormentor has in store for you.
”Steady does it”, Mr. Reca hums as his free hand settles itself over the curve of your hip. You can feel a gentle blow of air on your nethers with each word he speaks. ”Pain isn’t a desired participant in this performance”, the digits tracing the outline of your bottom entrance move towards its middle, ”so, by all means, let me know if your experience is spoiled by any.”
Despite the darkness already delivering the desired effect to you, you squeeze your eyes shut.
”Now, then”, he muses with an audible smirk in his tone of voice, ”please enjoy.”
The gasp you were holding back never makes it past your lips, for by the time it has reached your teeth, it has morphed into a high-pitched, piercing cry. The sound, embodying the entirety of your misery, bursts out of your mouth just as two of Mr. Reca’s fingers plunge into your ass and his tongue makes contact with the slit of your cunt.
A/N
What do you think Reca's first name is? John Reca? ... Hugh Reca?
-> Pairing: Mr. Reca x gn!Reader - readers genitals and the like are left ambiguous.
-> Summary: Like the title says! Kink hcs for Reca. 2.8k words and obviously MDNI.
-> Warnings: Mentions of filming sexual encounters, brat taming, slight impact play [slapping, kicking, and stepping on respectively] <- Reca receiving, overstimulation, masochism <- Reca, voyeurism/exhibitionism; one mention of non-consensual memory snooping, pet play, and a mommy kink; I am fully aware that last one is ooc but in my defence I had a devil on my shoulder writing these [you know who you are] and also wrote this with my dick, not brain. There are other kinks mentioned [such as praise], but I don't think they warrant a warning [if you think something should be added here let me know!].
-> The reader and Mr. Reca are in an established relationship, meaning that you are to presume that every kink here has been consented to and discussed by both parties. Remember kids; when engaging in kink play it is always important to talk about it with your lover beforehand.
-> Use of "-" but it's not AI generated, I am just a nerd and the usage is mainly vibe based.
Filming -> Let us get the most obvious one out of the way first; Mr. Reca absolutely adores filming you while having sex. It doesn't matter to him what he's filming the encounter on or how - it could be his phone camera while he fucks you or a tripod as he stands behind it to guide your every movement with his voice. No, what matters to Reca is capturing your every bit of pleasure, having his brightest star ready and willing and so beautiful for him on tape.
During these filmed encounters Reca will only ever allow you to call him Mr. Reca too and will often refer to you solely as his "star" or some variation of that. It's born from a fondness of power dynamics and roleplay alike, but please rest assured that Reca will never use his status or powers to force you into anything you don't want to do. He wants you enthusiastic and comfortable, after all.
Don't let the above fool you, though. As much as Reca likes being the director of these films he is more than willing to have the roles reversed, should you ask. Hold a camera up to his face while you fuck him silly, tell him how much the camera loves him, hold his jaw and tell him to smile for you, his dear director, and Reca may just cum on the spot. Bonus points if you decide to do multiple takes to truly get the best material ;]
Naturally, this also means that Mr. Reca has a very strong appreciation for photography during/after sex, too.
Praise -> Mr. Reca loves loves loves praising you. He cannot help but sing your praises; telling you how pretty you look, how wonderful you feel, how good you're doing for him, muttering out sentence after sentence about how much he loves you. It feels like you're the most important thing to him, as if worships you. Especially fond of praise during aftercare as well.
Honestly even when Reca tries to be mean or degrading to you he still ends up praising you instead. Though a lot of praise said when he's taking on a more traditionally dominant or "mean" [which it never truly is] role in the bedroom will have a very condescendingly sweet lilt to it. He may not degrade you or even really put you in your place, but he can give you the next best thing.
His voice gets all low and sickeningly soft, dripping with honey and poison alike even though he fully means what's being said. Reca ends up sounding like he might just eat you alive if you let him, and honestly who wouldn't?
Reca also adores being praised too, so please make sure to return the favour! He is, by nature, a more submissive man but even beyond that Reca is someone who yearns to hear how much you love him. Please for the love of God call him your "good boy/beautiful boy" while stroking his cheek and watch him all but melt under your touch. Reca can't help it, he's just so smitten with you <3
Body Worship -> This ties heavily into the above. Reca could probably spend hours just kissing and worshipping your body because in his mind it's the pinnacle of art and you need to know that. Praise upon praise whispered into your skin with ardent adoration, almost pathetic as he kisses every inch of your skin with a worship that could put even the Knights of Beauty to shame.
Brat Taming -> Occasionally, Reca enjoys being a brat in the bedroom. He is, to his core, a teasing bastard and any opportunity to act on that is well appreciated. He teases you about how poorly you're doing, demands more than he can take [or you can give], is prone to acting spoilt, and is very fond of breaking soft boundaries [such as calling you by the wrong title or being a bit too touchy in public, so on]. It's all playful in nature and in truth Reca enjoys the display of unconditional love that comes with it; the ability to be knocked down a peg or two and still be loved in spite of that.
The best way to tame Reca is physically. Pin his wrists down to stop him from touching you or just tie him up, slap him around every time he gives you attitude or addresses you wrongly [a good slap to the cheek has his cock twitching more than he cares to admit], manhandle him into place every time he tries to squirm away from you, and make sure you're fucking him stupid all the while. It won't be long before he's begging forgiveness and promising to be good for you.
Don't be afraid to call Reca your bitch, either. Degradation usually isn't his style, but sometimes he works you up just to hear you mock him in turn.
Reca is also fond of you playing the brat too, though he ends up more of an enabler than tamer. If you're spoilt and needy it's all his fault, not that he finds himself complaining. Reca doesn't let you get away with everything, of course, but he is lenient and easy enough to get folding.
Masochism -> Mr. Reca is a sexual masochist [though not to any great extreme] and while it is mainly physical in nature Reca also greatly enjoys the humiliation that accompanies the act.
Like mentioned in brat taming, a good slap or two gets Reca going but it doesn't end just there; nor do the slaps have to be just to his face, either - spanking and cock slapping are both on the table. Though perhaps one of Recas' guiltiest pleasures is that he's quite a fan of being kicked and stepped on, though he'd request the former to be kept light.
Let me paint the scene for you my dear viewer; Mr. Reca on his knees before you, your cock in his mouth/his lips on your clit while you alternate between stepping on his dick with your shoe and kicking his gut/side hard enough to make him lurch a little bit. Immense bonus points if you're wearing heels and can dig the heel into his groin. There are tears in his eyes, drool drippling down his chin, and his moans and whimpers are a mix of pain and pleasure because it just hurts so good.
It doesn't just have to be stepping on his cock, either. Whether it's his shoulder, chest, hip, face; it's immaterial to him. Just the image of you above him and the pressure of your foot digging into him like so has Reca leaking and needy, especially when it's paired with a soft kick to the ribs or praise of how pretty and pathetic he looks like that.
There are some hard lines to all of this. Like mentioned above, kicking is not only to be kept light but very much away from his face.
Reca also isn't willing to bring knives or cutting into the bedroom, nor is he willing to participate in intense impact play or the use whips [beatings and floggings are a very hard no]. Erotic asphyxiation is a 25/75; most of the time he isn't interested in it but there are exceptions to this.
Reca is also unwilling to harm you in the bedroom, at least to any severe extent. Aftercare is always a must on both sides too; emotional and physical [even though he can't really get hurt physically due to being a memokeeper].
Overstimulation -> This is less of an intentional kink and more something that just tends to happen; usually after long periods of time apart due to things such as work. When he loves you Reca finds it somewhat easy to get drunk on pleasure and that tends to result in long nights where he just can't get enough of you. Drawing orgasm after orgasm from you [and subsequently himself] because he's desperate to watch you come undone under him even if it results in him being oversensitive and achy as well.
Whether it's overstim through actual penetration or through him eating you out/sucking you off Reca doesn't care, as long as he can watch you shake and cry out for him just one more time [which always, inevitably, ends up four].
Lingerie -> Not sure if this counts as a kink, but I'll include it here anyway. Mr. Reca absolutely adores lingerie on you, especially sets that are made of silk and lace, and while he has no preference for colour he will admit to preferring sets that look more elegant or charming as opposed to blatantly sexy or cute.
Ever the man of class and wealth, most of your lingerie will be gifts from Reca himself, and he'll likely want you to model for him in return. The modelling and photoshoots themselves aren't sexual persay, but they are a form of foreplay to him; he wants to appreciate and savour your beauty before unravelling you. Everyone knows that any good scene requires tension and buildup, after all.
And yes, Mr. Reca is more than willing to wear lingerie for you as well. On himself he enjoys deeper reds and blues [though he won't say no to a nice pink] and while he has no real preference for the material it's made of he always seems to choose ones that come with corsets and thigh highs. What can he say? He enjoys the way they accentuate his waist and legs.
Marking -> Hickeys and scratch marks are boring and obvious, so let us instead discuss the superior lipstick marks. Receiving and giving, Reca absolutely loves them. A part of it is sexual gratification, a part of it is simply how pretty they look on you both, and another part is Recas' mildly possessive nature and the self-satisfaction that comes with seeing his marks on you [or vice versa]. Mr. Reca also thinks that lipstick marks are sweeter and more romantic than hickeys or the like.
When giving, Reca prefers to wear red lipstick because he believes the colour to look the most enticing on your skin [though if you want him to experiment with that he gladly will], and every mark left is paired with a little love bite or nibble. Is particularly fond of leaving his kisses on your collarbones and jaw, though seeing them on the inside of your thigh also does wonders to Reca; namely because afterwards he gets to see them messy with your shared arousal <3
When receiving, Reca likes watching you leave a trail of lipstick from his mouth [hopefully transferring your lipstick to his own lips in the process] and down his torso to his crotch; the messier the kisses and trail the better, especially if it means you have to reapply during it. Reca gets very turned on watching you go down on him while wearing lipstick as well, due to the marks left on him afterwards.
Let's go non-sexual for a moment. Mr. Reca can't really wear your marks out in public due to his reputation and the like, however in the situation that a kiss mark was to "accidently" be placed on either his collar or tie, well... ;]
Voyeurism/Exhibitionism -> Mr. Reca has a very intense desire to witness just about anything interesting and that, naturally, includes his lovers pleasure. Voyeurism with Reca is less him secretly hiding and watching and more you being fully aware that he's watching through the gap in the door as you get yourself off. And even then it's not long before he's on the bed [or couch] with you, red eyes barely leaving your arousal as his cock twitches in his pants. Reca won't intervene during these scenarios, and usually it'll devolve into a form of mutual masturbation.
In a more "traditional" bit of voyeurism, Reca has [on more than one occasion] entered your memories to view the ones concerning your "private alone time". Watching you masturbate through your own memories has Reca feeling a little bit nasty, but he can't deny the high he gets off of it. May - or may not - have saved several of them to view at his leisure.
It may also be no surprise to you that Reca enjoys being watched, too. Having you sitting pretty and watching as he jacks off or rides something is enticing to say the least, especially given his tendency to peacock. Reca will make a show of it, half tempting you to give up this silly little game and just touch him already [not that he'd let you if you tried].
Also not sure if this counts as voyeurism, but Reca is also fond of sending you videos/recordings of him getting off when you're not around.
In regard to exhibitionism Mr. Reca is more apathetic towards it. Like with marking he can't fuck you out in the direct public due to his reputation and status as a celebrity, but he also doesn't care enough about being found out to hide away fully, either. It results in more semi-public sex; getting it on in places that someone could stumble across even if it's unlikely. Think a dingy alleyway, an empty corridor at some fancy party or celebration [or if you're feeling adventurous you can try on the balcony or in the garden], and even in his office/VIP trailer with the door unlocked is fair game. There's the thrill of potentially being found out without any overly strong possibility of it, especially when you have your hand so firmly planted over his mouth [not to mention that if you were found he could just wipe the persons memory].
Dry Humping -> Reca loves humping things, he really does and as such dry humping happens between the two of you more than you may think. Reca is both a pathetic and obsessive lover, and that paired with a busy schedule means that there are instances where he's so needy and desperate for you that he can't even be bothered to remove any layers before he's pushing you onto whatever surface is closest. He ruts and grinds into you like a man possessed, hands grabbing at whatever they can while his lips press against yours. Reca whines and moans so easily like this, whimpering into your mouth as he tugs at your clothing in a half assed attempt to get it off of you. Liable to lead to either overstimulation or light pet play.
Pet Play -> Speaking of pet play, this a culmination of several things/kinks; Recas' submissive and obsessive nature and the way he worships you, his love of praise and humiliation alike, his fondness for humping and marking, you get the gist. Basically, Mr. Reca really wants to be your dog, even if it's just for a night. He won't eat from a pet bowl nor will he sleep in a cage, but Reca is more than willing to be leashed and collared and called your pathetic puppy while you step on him <3
Dress him up in dog ears and something pretty, collar and leash him, ask him to get down on his knees and Reca will hump your leg without further prompting needed. Call him your pretty puppy, your beautiful boy, and wait until he's whining and whimpering to gently tug him upwards and into your arms. Make sure to pull his lead while he fucks you too, or alternatively put him in doggy and fuck his ass until he can't think and use the leash to force him upright. And afterwards, if you're really feeling it, you can get him to lick up the mess he's created <3
Just make sure you're praising Reca all the while; he wants to know what a good dog he's being for you, what a lovely puppy he is for his master.
Bonus overly self-indulgent ooc content below:
Mommy Kink -> This is a kink that Reca initially agreed with to humour you - after all there's little he won't at least try - but much to his dismay it turns out Reca has a case of a mommy kink himself. The dynamic itself is similar to that of the pet play one, though it is somewhat softer than it, with Mr. Reca preferring you to take on a more traditionally "feminine" and nurturing role. The way you stroke his hair and cheek while calling him your precious boy has him keeling, hands gripping onto your waist as he fucks into you and messily latches onto your nipple [regardless of if you have breasts or not]. Reca can get embarrassed calling you mommy at first, but with enough praise and encouragement he'll be doing it eagerly in no time.
Please please please let him nurse on your chest after a long day. Stroke his cock gently while he suckles and you'll make him the happiest man in the world <3
⟢ wc: ~900 words
⟢ warnings: implied power imbalance, blowjobs, clothed sex, smut
⟢ notes: i feel like the only reca fan left in the world, but him making a reappearance in the fate collab reawakened the slumbering Thirst. skott is better than me, if reca was my servant, i'd be replenishing his mana every hour!
⟢ minors do not interact
— you are DIRECTOR RECA'S favorite muse.
everyone is well aware of the fact.
the lighting crew has long since stopped pretending they don’t see the way his hand lingers on your lower back during blocking. the wardrobe department fits you in necklines lower than written, slits higher than approved—because “the director likes the silhouette.”
and the rumors—oh, the rumors.
they say he writes with you on his lap. that the marks on your collarbone are not from the harness rig. that the intimacy coordinator has learned to turn a blind eye to the fact that you have better chemistry with the director than your male lead co-star.
behind the monitor, reca watches you like a wolf watches its prize kill: possessive and proud. but he never quite pounces like you always think he will one of these days.
after all, the real film is the one no one else gets to see.
“again.”
his voice feels like velvet threading through your ribs—low, deliberate, coaxing you into sin as though it’s a lullaby.
you’re already on your knees by the time the camera starts recording, lips parted, drool smeared along your chin. reca hasn’t even said action, but you don’t need a cue anymore. not when your mouth waters just from hearing the word 'again'.
he brushes a hand along your cheek, thumb tapping at your bottom lip. “look at you,” he murmurs, eyes gleaming crimson in the dim studio light. “aren’t you eager.”
“i missed you, director…” you mumble, voice catching as he slides the tip along your bottom lip. “i-i was good today, wasn’t i?”
his cock rests heavy on your tongue. you can’t stop the sound you make when you taste the salt of his precum, desperate and sweet. the whimper of a girl who knows she’s about to be ruined and still leans forward for more.
“you were luminous, darling,” he says softly, stroking your hair like he’s proud of you. “but that’s never quite enough, is it? not when you shine even brighter like this.”
you moan needily, choking when he presses his length deep enough for your jaw to ache. he guides your pace with steady hands, thrusting shallowly, never harsh but never gentle either. not when he can feel you squirming from just this, thighs pressed tight together beneath your open robe.
“eyes on me.” his voice drops. “if you’re going to fall apart, you’ll do it looking at me.”
like the obedient girl he adores so dearly, you do. your mascara’s already a mess. you’re gagging around him, tears slipping free one by one, and yet you can’t stop moaning. you want it—you need it. you want the taste of him in your throat and the sound of his approval in your ears.
“mhm—mmngh... director—”
reca pulls you off slowly, cock glistening, spit trailing from your lips to the tip. “you’re making quite the mess, ” he murmurs, thumb dragging down your wet chin. “get on the couch.”
you stumble to defer to his command, far too clumsy with how wet you are, between your thighs. you climb onto the velvet cushions, robe falling open completely as you brace yourself. back arched, ass high, folds glistening with slick.
you hear the camera click to a new angle.
“director, please,” you whimper. “i can’t wait anymore—”
“no one asked you to.” his tone is calm and cutting in all the ways that just make you want him more. “but then again, you always take what you’re given. don't you, little star?”
the stretch when he enters you is blinding. reca doesn't give you any word in forewarning, making you sob—a broken little sound that sounds like a symphony to his ears. the director hums in approval as he cants his hips forward, slow and deep and devastating.
“gorgeous,” he breathes. “you wrap around me like you were written for this. perhaps you were.”
you cry out again, burying your face in the cushions as he picks up pace, every stroke so precise your thighs are already shaking with each drag. you’re so wet you can hear it. slick, filthy, and obscene. the worst part is you love it.
“do you know how many men would kill to see you like this?” reca murmurs, hand tightening on the meat of your ass. “but only i get the privilege of hearing you mewl into the velvet like a ruined little thing.”
“‘m not—! n–not ruined—”
he laughs softly behind you. “not yet, no. but we’re getting there.”
reca fucks you through your first orgasm. and your second.
by the third, you’re a babbling, incoherent mess on the sofa. still so good and pliant for him. still his favorite muse. “director— director, please... i c–can’t—! feel so full of you already, i’m—!”
“you’ll take it,” he says, still infuriatingly composed. “you’ll milk every drop like the good girl you’ve always claimed to be. won't you, little star?”
and what else can you do but sob even more, your poor, abused cunt clenching around him like a vice. the smile that splits across the director's face is nothing short of wicked when he feels you shatter around him once more.
and then he finally breaks with a low, guttural groan. his hips lock with yours as he drives his cock deep and spills inside you, the heat of him spreading thick and hot through your cunt. you don’t stop shaking, your walls pulsing as he gives you his load like some god extending mercy to a mere mortal.
in your peripheral, the camera blinks red.
you feel him lean down, hot breath ghosting over your ear.
“now,” the director murmurs filthily, deft fingers stroking your overstimulated thighs, “that’s a performance worth an award.”
⟢ end notes: i rarely do drabbles bc i almost always just type them on my phone (which is the worst experience despite the convenience) and the second time i pull it off is FOR FUCKING RECA LMFAOO it's been ages, when will this man be playable hoyoverse?!?!?! anyway i am an advocate of memokeeper sex. i'll fuck that man until the color of his eyes is the only thing i'll ever see </3
