hello my love!! this is for your bday drabble 🖤
would you by chance write for dieter? (i’m currently obsessed with him and can’t get enough) - maybe subby!dieter? i’d love to see him beg and whine 🫠 maybe he gets off on a little humiliation.. i trust your beautiful mind to come up with something delicious.
and HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABYYYY 💕💕💕
Here we are babyyyy! First of all, thanks for this wonderful request, as a sub!Pedro boys enthusiast, I loved it! 😍 and thank you so much for taking part in my little birthday celebration, it means so much to me 🥹
I’ve never wrote Dieter before and I always found him a quite difficult character to grasp, but I loved the challenge and I really hope my version of him will make sense to you. When I started writing what came to me was a really soft, vulnerable and sober version of him and I just went with the flow lol This ended up being longer than I expected, I don’t know what’s wrong with me these days but words count keeps getting bigger despite my initial intentions to write little tiny fics 😂😂😂there’s not so much humiliation but he’s definitely a sub and he’s quite whiny and a little pathetic and reader is my per usual gentle type of dom 😌 I really hope you’ll end up liking them ♥️
So with no further ado, let me introduce you to:
Sober - Dieter Bravo x f!costar!reader
Rating: Explicit, MDNI
WC: 7.1k (😵💫)
Summary: After being sent to rehab and after reaching his newfound sobriety, Dieter is ready to work on a new project. When he meets you, he’s totally struck by your demeanor and your confidence. Little does he know, you’re going to make a sweet perfect sub out of him and you will give him a new and rediscovered joy of living.
Tags: sub!Dieter, vulnerable!Dieter and sober!Dieter, gentle dom!reader, coworkers to friends to lovers, Dieter is desperate for reader (yeah 🙂↕️), reader is an actress, she’s described having a little bush (I’m loving this so much, I think I’m gonna add this detail again and again for the foreseeable future hehe), she has hair but it’s not described in details, no other physical detail about her added besides being gorgeous, she has a little backstory, Dieter is uncut (😌😌😌), use of modesty garments (the ones actors use during sex scenes in case you were wondering), a little edging, oral (both f and m receiving), unprotected p in v, a splash of nipple play because otherwise it’s not my fic, a lot of begging, a lot of praising, Dieter moans like… A LOT in this (as he should 🙂↕️), orgasm control, squirting, a lot of cum and cum eating, a bit of rimming, use of pet names, two slaps, mention of drugs and alcohol usage, mention of rehab, Dieter calls his sponsor on the phone at some point, mention of therapy, depressive thoughts, no mention of age but to me they’re both in their 30s (feel free to imagine some legal age gap if you prefer, though).
A/N: I’m a little nervous to share this, I’ve never wrote Dieter before so please be kind 🥺, thank you very much! Thank you again Ess for sending me this request, I love you! ♥️ and thank you @aurorawritestoescape for being my beta and for always being so kind and supportive, you’re a literal angel and I love you to bits 🥰 English is not my first language, any mistake is still on me! Thanks for reading, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!
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Drabble for V’s Birthday | Masterlist
The night Dieter won an Oscar he thought he would have felt better than any other day in his life. People were clapping hard when he climbed up the stage, he looked in front of him seeing all the major ceo in the industry sat down to praise him and his talent, a nice actress wrapped in some luxury fashion designer’s all glittery outfit handed him the little statue with a big smile on her face. The statuette was quite heavy in his hands and he felt like it was unreal. Truth was, nothing felt good enough to give him a rush of adrenaline anymore. He was becoming so insensitive to spotlight and fame and all the noise that came with that.
The moment he was finally alone, after a million interviews and photoshoots and hand shaking he felt loneliness more than anything else.
A drink would fix that. Maybe two. Maybe an entire bottle. But no, his old friend alcohol didn’t work. It just made him more miserable.
He thought drugs would have worked better, so he called his pusher and grabbed some coke. He sniffed two lines in the back of his limo.
But no, that didn’t work either except for a brief moment.
He went to an after party, hooked up with some actress, great tits and ass, but he forgot her name as soon as he came in her pussy, her face smushed against the wall of a restroom stall.
She wrote her personal number on a piece of paper and handed it to him. Dieter put that into trash as soon as she was out of the restroom.
He didn’t care anymore. Like, yeah, emptying his balls was fine, her pussy was mighty good and feeling her warmth restored him a little bit but nothing more than that.
He was still high and drunk, but that only made him feel more numb and absent, as if his life was no longer his own but he was observing it from the outside.
At that point he didn’t know what to do anymore.
Dieter went back home thinking he was forever broken.
His luxurious villa on the Hollywood hills in which he lived completely alone, 10 bedrooms and 8 bathrooms that he barely used unless he was throwing a party, made him feel even worse.
Of course, having money was good, but they weren’t a substitute for love. At the end of the day he was just another actor with an Oscar and no real connection in his life.
No wife, no kids, no real friends, the ones he had back in the days all moved on with their lives and their schedules never matched his to stay present in his life.
His mom and dad were far away, still living in his hometown. He asked them to move closer to him many times but they were stubborn like that and never accepted to leave the house where they spent all their adult life. And now they were too old to travel.
His assistant found him in bed the day after in a pathetic state, called his doctor no matter how much Dieter was arguing and made him an appointment.
“It’s time to stop,” she said “you have six months before starting a new project and you’re going to rehab”.
Dieter could do nothing but accept and in the back of his mind he was well aware about needing help, the fact that he barely felt anything about the most important thing that happened in his career was speaking volumes.
His assistant was actually the only person who gave a fuck about him and she was paid to do that.
What a miserable fucking life, he thought.
He rolled up in his comforter and looked at his Oscar on his nightstand. Even the statuette seemed to be making fun of him with a mocking smile.
So Dieter did went to rehab and it worked.
He was finally sober, not without great difficulty, after months of therapy and group meetings and withdrawal symptoms.
His assistant accompanied him to the set of his new project a month after he left rehab. He had continued seeing a therapist that month and felt he had truly improved.
While he was rereading the script in his trailer, he heard a knock on the door.
He shouted "Come in!" without getting up from the double bed he'd requested to rest in between takes. When you entered, Dieter looked up just enough to greet you.
"Hi. I'm the lead actress, I just wanted to introduce myself," you said, approaching the bed. Dieter looked up again.
You were beautiful. He'd seen and fucked so many beautiful women, but he was immediately struck by you. You had a proud demeanor, he didn't know how to explain it, but your presence in the room had ignited it with an electricity he'd rarely felt anywhere else. Back straight, intense gaze, a kind but not submissive smile, you exuded self-confidence and self-assurance from every pore. Dieter could have sworn he'd never met anyone like you. If you'd gotten the lead role, you'd certainly deserved it.
He got up from his bed to shake your hand, admiring your body. You looked fabulous in those jeans you were wearing, and your blouse hugged your breasts so nicely he immediately felt a pull in his lower belly. Your handshake was pretty secure no matter how small your hand was compared to his.
He said he was really glad to meet you and excited about the project and you gave him the nicest look and smile saying “let’s do our best work, alright? I’m feeling good about this movie, I think it’s going to be great.”
Dieter was even more glad that he finally got sober, finally feeling happy about something was an unmatched sensation. And you. He was pretty sure you could make the experience even more enjoyable.
You left to get ready for the scene and he repeated his lines over and over while waiting for his call to get his makeup done.
When Dieter had his first take with you, he felt nervous.
He did the best he could and you were very patient with him. He had to repeat some lines a couple of times because he was distracted by your presence. Standing in front of you while you two were trying to play a husband and a wife being in an argument was more difficult than he thought it would have been. Jeez, your eyes, your hair, your body, your voice. Everything about you was so seductive and beautiful. He was lucky to work with you.
The scene after was you yelling at him and giving him a slap in the face in the end. He was stunned by your level of professionalism, you played the part like you were born to do that.
Your talent and your dedication were clearly pouring out of your performance. And then the slap came. Dieter felt a rush of adrenaline he hadn’t felt in months. Your hand was little but the slap was effective enough to make his cheek burn.
He felt the tingling radiate across his skin, transforming from pain to heat until it became pleasurable. You apologized, admitting you hadn't meant to hit him hard, but he immediately reassured you. "The director said to make it a realistic slap, right? So don't apologize, it was perfect." As far as he was concerned, getting slapped by you wasn't bad at all.
On the contrary. When the director asked for a couple of more takes he gladly obliged.
Dieter hadn't felt anything like that in a long time. His therapist had reassured him that he'd start feeling strong emotions again with time, but he didn't think it would happen so quickly. Acting with you made him feel alive again. And he was greatly motivated to do a good job. For himself, but also for you, he didn't want you to think bad of him and he would do anything to prove to you that he was worth something.
In between takes Dieter was always around you, doing small talks, asking questions about your life, discussing the various scenes you had together. The more he talked to you, the more amazed he was. You told him about your theater experiences and how you dreamed of being an actress since you were a child. He learned about your career, directors you worked with and the roles you loved the most.
He also learned how you preferred your coffee and made sure to bring your caramel macchiato on set every morning. You mentioned once that you liked jelly beans when you were a kid and he brought you a whole giant pack to keep in your trailer for you to have something sweet in between takes.
You seemed like you were loving his attention but always kept a professional behavior so he wasn’t really sure about making a risky move.
But he adored talking to you so he stayed quiet and was content to be your friend. You were his first friend in a long time, and he didn't want to lose you.
At some point he confessed to you about his struggles with substance addiction and you were the most comprehensive person, you were kind without being pitiful and he appreciated that so much.
From that day on, you always kept an eye on him, making sure he was okay and wouldn’t want to relapse.
It wasn’t your responsibility to check on him but you did it anyway and Dieter appreciated that.
A great friendship was blooming between you two and as much as Dieter was hoping for something more he was glad about finally having found someone sweet and considerate like you to call his friend.
It came the day you were scheduled to have your big love scene and Dieter was really scared.
He should have kissed you that day and not only that. Of course, you both would have had modesty garments, and he was extremely grateful for that because he was seriously afraid he'd get an erection right in front you.
The intimacy coordinator had been very helpful and had provided him with an extremely secure pouch, which covered everything and was well padded in the front so you wouldn't feel a thing. Dieter's cock was quite big. Not huge, but still considerable, so she'd obviously taken every precaution to contain it.
He walked onto the set wrapped in a terrycloth bathrobe, with nothing underneath but his modesty pouch.
He sat in his chair, trying to calm himself a little, taking deep breaths and looking around as the lighting technicians adjusted the lights and the set designers put the finishing touches on the bedroom. It was a nice room, enclosed by four cardboard walls that looked like real walls, a large bed in the center with bedside tables on either side, pretty white curtains on the windows, and a chest of drawers leaning against one wall. It looked like the real thing.
He couldn’t help but dream of a day when you would share a room with him, far away from cameras and all the fuzz.
You walked in in your powder pink robe, looking like a goddess. Your beautiful legs on display made him shift his body on his seat, and the v shape of the robe over your breasts revealing your cleavage left him breathless.
You greeted him, asking if he was ready for the scene and he babbled a yes, feeling like an idiot.
You giggled “I had plenty of those scenes in the past but every time it feels like the first one.”
You were absolutely right. But the main problem was that he never got to be so enamored with his costar before. And he never got to be sober and so clear minded like he was that day.
Dieter felt the need to drink something, deep down in his stomach, a little voice in his head that was tempting him, “just a sip wouldn’t hurt” playing again and again like an echo through his brain.
Dieter was now well aware that alcohol wasn’t the solution so he decided to call his sponsor instead.
Frank, a guy from rehab that was 20 years sober.
He excused himself and went to the restroom. Frank picked up immediately.
“Hey buddy, what’s up?”
“I’m in trouble, Frank”
“You want to drink? Why? Tell me everything.”
“Fuck, I’m on set and dude, you should see my costar, she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met and we’re about to play a sex scene and I’m so fucking nervous…” he whined
Frank chuckled “a gorgeous woman? That’s your problem?”
“Hey! Aren’t you supposed to help me?”
“Yeah, of course, I’m sorry mate, go on…”
“What if I get an boner and she feels it? Huh? Cause we’re friends now and that would ruin everything and fuck… she’ll think I’m some kind of creep.”
“Wow, you really care about her, don’t you? You made it clear a thousand times you never cared about what other people thought of you during therapy…”
“Yeah, that was before meeting her, dude, she’s the whole package, you know? She’s beautiful and talented and smart and I feel like a fucking loser.”
“Dude…breathe. Alcohol would only make it worse so don’t do that, okay? As for the boner you might get, you actors wear those thingies that prevent you from being exposed, right?”
“Yeah, yeah, modesty garments.”
“So no big deal! I mean dude, it’s normal, it could happen and I think she’s aware, you know. If you feel like it’s about to happen just think of me while I eat a burrito, you hated seeing that, didn’t you?”
“Ew. The most annoying thing I’ve ever experienced. Ew.”
Frank laughed, “Yeah, it will work. You’re going to be fine. Go make a great job and call me later okay?”
“Thanks, mate.”
Dieter was calmer. Everything was fine. He was going to act like a professional and nothing bad was going to happen.
He stepped out of the restroom and the moment he walked on set he saw you on the bed in only bra and your modesty pouch.
You were sitting there as the director gave you instructions.
His heart leaped into his throat again. Your bra hugged your breasts deliciously, and your skin, glistening from the makeup products they'd applied, looked soft and silky and made his mouth water.
Jesus, you really were something else.
He approached the bed and the director gave him instructions too, but Dieter couldn't concentrate. All he could think about was you, your scent now wafting to his nostrils, your gaze he could feel on him, your smile he could see out of the corner of his eye.
"Come on, damn it, be professional," he said to himself.
"She’s in charge of the game, okay? Is that clear? Dieter?" The director snapped his fingers in front of his face "Is that clear, buddy? Where are you at?"
“Oh no, of course, crystal clear,” he replied immediately, his voice cracking more than he intended. “She’s the one running the show.” “Exactly. Do you need a few more minutes?”
“No, I’m ready,” he replied, trying to sound confident.
"Okay, let's get started. Guys, the intimacy coordinator will be here for anything until we're done with the scene. Don't hesitate to ask."
He took off his robe, which an eager assistant placed on his chair, and lay down on the bed feeling awkward. You seemed calm and at ease despite what you'd said earlier, and he was acting like a kid with his first crush. When he looked at you, you winked and whispered, "Everything's going to be okay."
You stood up to take a position near the fake bedroom door, while he remained lying down as per script.
The scene was supposed to show him, after admitting his mistakes, submit to you, finally giving you the chance to explore what you wanted, understand your desires, and fulfill them. He was the husband who wanted to make amends and had to listen and carry out your orders. As soon as the director said "action," you approached the bed, swaying your hips on your sky-high stiletto heels.
Dieter swallowed, trying to concentrate on his lines.
“Are you ready?” you asked.
He nodded, and as expected, you leaned over and pinched him on the side, warning him, “I need you to say this clearly.”
“Yes. Yes, I’m more than ready, please,” he whined, more desperately than he intended for it to be.
He was already a mess, seeing you standing there, half naked, your body so fine he felt his hands itching to touch you.
“That’s good, honey,” you cooed, a pleased expression lighting up your face.
“Now you have to stay still, promise me?”
He said yes, and you climbed onto the bed to straddle him. Dieter had always thought he wasn’t submissive, nor the begging type, but with you, he couldn’t help it.
Maybe it was his newfound sobriety that made him feel vulnerable, no longer shielded by alcohol and drugs, or maybe it was the way he’d grown attached to you.
He felt like he had everything to lose.
Your weight on top of him only made him more agitated, your thighs wrapped around his waist, your breasts towering over him, your confident gaze studying his face, it was all too much. He stopped his hips from buckling just before ruining the scene. You were gorgeous, warm and sensual, your skin smelled of vanilla and something pleasantly floral, and everything around him disappeared.
The director, the assistant, the few crew members left to make any adjustments, the intimacy coordinator, even the camera, everything was gone, only you existed.
You ran a hand over Dieter’s chest, letting him feel your nails, slowly, lingering on his pectorals, then moving down to his belly, stopping just inches from his pouch. Your protection was equally effective; he couldn't see your pussy and shouldn't even have felt it, but he could have sworn he could feel the heat of it on him, and it was divine. You leaned down to kiss him, and Dieter's ears were ringing, his head light, his heart pounding in his chest like a bloody fist. Your soft lips on his, your hand gently cupping his face, Dieter knew it had to be fake, yet nothing had ever seemed so real.
“Good boy” you whispered, an inch away from his face.
The script called for you to kiss his neck. He felt your nose brush the soft skin beneath his ear, then your lips trailing delicate kisses, and he couldn't help but moan in the most pathetic way he'd ever let out. The vibration of your laughter on his skin gave him the final blow, and no matter how hard he tried, his body reacted regardless. He bucked his hips toward you, and his hands gripped your thighs.
"Stop!" the director ordered. "Hey buddy, calm down, okay? We'll do it again."
Dieter apologized to you immediately. Luckily, you didn't seem annoyed. You smiled at him and replied, "Don't worry, next time will be better."
But it didn't go better, on the contrary. He was increasingly agitated, confused, he couldn't remember his lines, having you so close to him made him sweat and stammer, his cock swelling and pulsing under the soft padded material, his worst nightmare coming to reality. He tried to think about Frank and his burrito but it didn’t work at all. It was a mess. Dieter was mortified.
You barely made it to the point where you had to unhook your bra before the director called a break. You stood up, trying to reassure him, but Dieter barely heard what you were saying. You got dressed, returning to your trailer, while he was pulled aside by the director.
“Listen, buddy, we can't waste any more time. Try to cooperate, okay? Now go have lunch and calm down. When you get back here, I want to see a flawless scene,” he ordered sternly.
He apologized profusely before putting his robe back on and sadly walking off to his trailer.
While he was absentmindedly nibbling on a salad he didn't want, he heard a knock. He got up to open the door and saw you, still dressed only in your robe. He invited you in, certain you'd give him a tirade about how he was ruining everyone's work. You both sit on the couch in the kitchen/living room in his trailer. He was looking at his feet, feeling like an idiot.
"Hey..." you said softly to get his attention. He looked up and saw that you weren't angry, but rather worried.
"Don't worry, okay, it's not easy. I just want you to trust me." Your voice was so calm and reassuring that Dieter couldn't help but think what an incredible woman you were.
He was so sorry that you thought he didn't trust you.
“It’s not that…” he forced himself to say, “it’s…that you’re too beautiful. And you’re making me nervous and I feel like a complete idiot because we’re just acting but…”
You leaned closer, placing a finger on his lips, silencing him. Your gaze held understanding and even a hint of satisfaction. “Shhh, enough. I know what you mean.”
After a few seconds of silence that seemed like an eternity to Dieter, you said, “Maybe we should practice.”
His heart leaped into his throat like a bullet and he could only stammer, “w-what?”
You smiled, twirling a strand of your hair on your finger. “Yeah, maybe we should…you know, get more comfortable with each other”
“Oh, sure, I’ll call the intimacy coordinator.”
You giggled, placing a hand on his knee.
“No need. In fact, I think it’s better if we do it alone.”
Your warm touch on his knee was driving him crazy, but he forced himself to answer. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. I trust you, Dieter.”
He looked at you and your whole face was smiling, including your gentle gorgeous eyes. He felt like you were able to see through him, all his flaws and insecurities, the deepest part that remained hidden to the majority of people.
“What do you say? Wanna try?”
“Yes,” he quickly replied.
“Get on the bed,” you commanded, taking the lead like the scene required.
He moved immediately, laying on his comforter after taking off his terry cloth.
You climbed on the bed after taking off your robe, sitting on your shins right next to him.
“I know you’re nervous. I am, too. But this is going to be good, okay?”
He nodded, not being able to do anything else.
He prevented himself from squirming on the bed when your hand ran down his chest again, your fingertips slowly making their way over his pecs, so carefully it felt like you were memorizing every curve and every muscle.
“Liking it?” you asked.
“Yeah…,” he breathed “very much.”
“Good,” you smiled, your lips curving so delightfully he thought there wasn’t a smile that he loved seeing more than yours.
You leaned over him, kissing his neck, a trail of hot kisses on his pulse point, and then whispered against his skin,
“Do you feel comfortable with me straddling you?”
“Of course.” His skin felt hot and his cock beneath his pouch was getting hard. So hard the padded material started to feel tight around him, pressing his cock down uncomfortably. He endured the pain, swallowing and gritting his teeth while you climbed on top of him.
“You good?” You asked, feeling him tense underneath you.
“Yeah, it’s just… that fucking modesty garment,” he hissed “but it’s okay, I can deal with that” he admitted, almost hissing, ashamed that you could realize why it was happening.
“Wanna take that off?” You offered and he felt as if his heart had done a somersault in his chest.
Jesus, that was totally unexpected. He couldn’t even think straight at that point. All of that for the sake of your performance?
“Dieter?” You called him back from whatever place his mind was drifting.
“Jesus…” he muttered “you sure you want me to undress?”
You leaned over again, stopping yourself an inch from his lips, your clothed breasts pressed against his chest, and whispered “yeah…as long as you’re a good boy…you’ll be a good boy for me, Dieter?”
He was in a state he couldn’t even get closer to describing.
Your hot body pressing him down on the mattress, your soft warm skin brushing over his, your honeyed voice whispering that filthy delicious offer, your eyes now enlightened with something mischievous and lustful… was that even true? Maybe he was just having a wet dream and he was about to have the most miserable awakening.
But no, you were real and you were there, offering yourself to deal with his bare cock.
“I…uhm… maybe we shouldn’t…it’s not appropriate…,” he tried to protest one last time.
You cupped his face, your thumb running over his cheekbone “well… it is appropriate because I’d love that… and I’m pretty sure you want that too… am I wrong?”
Dieter gulped, his throat instantly dry, his whole body tensing at your admission.
Fuck.
“Well… yeah,” he murmured, almost ashamed of his own desire.
You smiled content, proud… “yeah, that’s what I thought, baby boy. Let me help you out of this evil thing.”
You moved just enough to reach the sides of his modesty garment, slowly sliding down his legs.
He was so hard underneath that his cock slapped against his stomach. Thick, leaking, the tip engorged and angry red and the veins along his shaft throbbing.
You tossed the garment on the floor without taking off your eyes from between his legs.
“You’re thick, huh,” you cooed “look at that, such a pretty cock.”
Dieter was running out of words, sweat beading on his forehead and damping his hair.
He used to be cocky, bold, almost insolent according to someone, especially under the influence.
He didn't know what had happened to that person, if any traces of them remained inside him.
In that moment, he realized how much he had changed, how his heart was finally exposed, and above all, how you had him in your grasp. You had wrapped him around your finger without him even realizing it. And there was no other place he’d rather be.
“Mmm, I’d like to make a few changes to the script, if you don’t mind…” you joked, licking your lower lip. “I’m feeling a little hungry…”
He immediately understood what you meant, even though he still had trouble believing it was real. All it took was a stammer of “no problem” for it to become more than real, though. Your hand wrapped confidently around his cock, and Dieter gasped through his teeth, desperately trying to contain the lust that shot through him like lightning.
“Hot… and heavy…,” you commented, starting to move your hand slowly along the length of the shaft, “and you’re uncut…delicious.”
His thin skin covered and uncovered his tip in sync with your movements. Dieter was mesmerized by the sight: your soft hand wrapped around his cock, your expression focused and desire burning in your gaze, your thighs wrapped around his knees in a soft grip, your breasts swaying slightly with the movements of your arm. It was the hottest thing he'd ever seen.
“I need to taste it… is that okay with you, baby?”
“Yes. Fuck.. yes, m-more than okay,” he babbled.
Your mouth slid gently over his cock, your tongue flat along the shaft, he felt your spit coating it before you pulled him off with a pop and started sucking gently on his tip.
Dieter’s eyes rolled back, hips bucking desperately. You slapped his hip scolding him “hey! I’ve said be a good boy. Stay still for me, baby.”
Dieter mouthed a sorry and tried with all his might to get back in his place, his cock twitching and desperate for more, a delicious pain radiating on his skin.
“Pushing your cock in my mouth like that will lead you nowhere, you heard me?” Your voice was firm and commanding and Dieter couldn’t do anything if not whining “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please”
“Yeah, you better be, don’t forget who’s in charge here, honey,” you smiled mischievously.
He was a mess already, just from your commanding tone and the brief suckling on his cock.
“Now let me take care of you…and you won’t cum until I say so, we clear?”
“Yes.”
You lowered your face again, holding him at the base with one hand and taking as much as you could of him in your mouth, adjusting your jaw to his thickness and breathing heavily through your nose.
Dieter was in heaven.
You alternated sucking on his tips with your tongue running along his shaft, fondling his bulging veins, he was violently throbbing between your lips but he stayed still as promised, biting on his lower lip to keep his cool. It was hard, though, actually one of the hardest thing he’d ever done.
“Damn, you’re so perfect,” he moaned at some point and he felt your giggle right on his tip, the vibration of it sending shockwaves through his body.
“Mmm I know, baby, I can feel how you’re throbbing on my tongue, it’s so good… and all this mess you’ve made… look at that, you’re such a good boy for me.”
He was leaking profusely and you made sure to gather every drop, his tip glistening with your spit, angry red and swollen like crazy.
Dieter was on the edge, one more sucking would have been enough for him to cum. You sensed that and stopped right before he exploded.
“You made me so wet, baby…,” you purred, “wanna feel it?”
Dieter never nodded so fast in his life “Please… please, that’s all I need… fuck, please let me feel your pussy” he whined, his voice so pathetic and needy.
You took off your bra and Dieter stood at your bare tits for a good moment. They were round and firm, your nipples deliciously hard.
You lay down on the bed, commanding, "Take this thing off," nodding your head downward.
Dieter hooked his fingers around the sides of your modesty garment and pulled it down, holding his breath. He was so excited to see the most intimate part of you that his hands were shaking. He'd always thought that having sex drunk and high was the best, but only now did he realize how much he'd gained by staying sober. Being focused on you allowed him to read your body, to notice every little detail, to capture every breath and moan, and to store it in his mind like a treasure.
You absolutely deserved someone totally devoted to you and to your pleasure.
Your pussy appeared before his eyes in all its glory. He was mesmerized. Your folds were glistening with your juices, all pretty and puffy. Smiling, you spread your legs to give him a better view. Your clit was peeking out, swollen and needy, and a trickle of your juices slid down to the crack of your ass. He could also see your puckered hole from that position and the way your legs were raised and bent, and felt his mouth salivate.
“That’s gotta be the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he murmured, more to himself.
You chuckled, inviting him right after “show me what you got, big boy, make my pussy cry for you.”
Dieter lay down on the bed, between your legs. He kissed the back of your knee, then higher up, the top of your thigh, and continued in a slow succession of kisses halfway up. He bit your flesh, immediately licking to soothe it, and you moaned his name, closing your eyes and throwing your head back on the pillow. He moved up again, licking the crease where your thigh and hips met, the salty taste of your skin spreading over his tongue. He stayed there for a while, kissing and nibbling, purposely delaying the moment when he would sink his tongue into your warm, wet center. He wanted to feel you squirm beneath him, he wanted to test your every reaction. He looked up at your face and saw your eyes almost pleading with him, finally vulnerable and tender.
He moved to your mound, deliciously covered in a strip of carefully trimmed hair. He traced it with his tongue, stopping before he could go too far down and reach your clit. He kissed the sides, feeling your velvety skin against his lips. He finally moved down to your folds, licking greedily from one side to the other. He never took his gaze from your face, he saw you on the verge of begging him, your lower lip trembling and your eyes shining. He placed two fingers in a V-shape on your labia and licked a long lap along your slit, finally reaching your bundle of nerves.
He took his time with it, swirling his tongue, drawing tight circles with just the tip and long licks with his tongue flat.
You were moaning so hard it was like a symphony into his ears. You stammered, calling out God along with his name. He'd never really liked his name so much until he became famous and everyone started calling out to him, but hearing it from your lips made him seem sweeter than ever.
One of your hands gripped his hair, pushing his face deep into your pussy. "God, yes, Dieter, don't stop, yes… just like that.”
He gladly obliged, his nose buried into your folds hitting your clit while he teased your hole with his tongue, greedily swallowing your sweet nectar dripping all over his mustache, his beard and his chin.
Grinding on the sheets to seek relief, his cock swelling and pulsing for attention, he tried desperately not to cum because you hadn’t said that he could.
The moment he sucked your clit between his lips he sent you over the edge and his middle and ring fingers dipping into your wet hole did the rest. You came, squirting right in his face and Dieter didn’t move an inch, he drank straight from the source and licked your slit clean, guiding you through your orgasm, his hands anchored on your squirming thighs.
“Fuck,” you were wailing “FUCK, so good, oh my God YES.”
When you came down from your high you gently tugged at his hair asking for a kiss and Dieter smiled, leveraging on the bed to reach for your lips, your juices still all over his face. The kiss was deep and passionate, you gently nibbled on his lower lips and whispered in a hoarse voice “I love that I can taste myself on your lips” and Dieter felt his cock twitching again.
He wanted to be inside you so badly but he needed to follow your lead so he kept quiet and kissed you some more, still content that he made you cum so hard.
You took his hand and placed it on your hips, while your head rested in the crook of his neck and you put one leg between his to get closer.
Hugging you like that, your breasts pressing against his chest, your thigh rubbing against his cock, the warmth of your pussy on his skin, he soon got rock hard again.
“Someone wants more attention…” you purred right on his neck and he chuckled “I would never get tired.”
“Yeah? What do you want, my good boy?”
“I want… well, I would like to feel your perfect pussy again… with my cock.”
“Wanna fill me up, don’t you? Fill me to the brim and make me leak your cum in between my legs, is this what you want, baby?”
“Yes. Please,” he whined.
“Do that big boy, make me cum again with that pretty cock of yours.”
You lay on your side and he positioned himself behind you, your ass rubbing against his hard cock. You took his hands and placed them on your tits. He bent his knees to align himself with your pussy and slowly entered you, kneading your breasts with his hands, growling into your neck.
“Like this…all the way in, babe, I want to feel you in my stomach.”
You were soaking wet, your walls stretching deliciously to accommodate him, and it was an amazing feeling, being completely enveloped by you, your hot pussy swallowing him lustfully, your breasts filling his palms, your deep breaths and your voice encouraging him.
“Yeees, oh my Gosh, you’re so big…fuck,” you murmured and Dieter’s chest swelled with pride, he thought if heaven’s existed it must have felt like your pussy.
He kissed your shoulder’s blade, waiting for your command to move and when you finally did he started grinding his hips, first in circles, making sure to stimulate your whole warm dripping hole, his balls brushing on your ass cheeks. You wailed, hard and desperately and he took a faster pace, the sweet noises of your soaking wet cunt bouncing on the walls of his trailer.
“Oh shit, you’re gripping me so hard…,” he moaned.
“FUCK YES, it’s so good…SO GOOD…play with my tits, baby.”
He did, pinching and twisting gently, feeling your pretty little buttons hardening between his digits. It was so fucking good the only thing he could do was moan even harder on the soft skin of your neck.
Dieter left one alone to place two fingers on your clit to jerk it as he sank in and out of you, your moans praising him, your plump ass slamming against his groin in rhythm with his thrust.
He could feel your juices overflowing, creaming his fingers and cock, your cunt clamping down on him so hard when he reached that special spot inside you, he thought he was about to lose it.
“Fuck… I’m so close, please baby…,” he begged.
“Come, baby, burst into me…” you granted him “I want all of it… all of it down my hole… fucking come for me.”
The second he did your throw your head back on his shoulder, eyes shut and moaning so hard he couldn’t help but spraying a big load deep inside you, your cunt clenching around him, his length rubbing on your gummy walls.
It was insane, the most intense sensation he ever felt in his life and his cock didn’t stop, throbbing and twitching and shooting more long thick spurts inside of you.
He kept his fingers on your clit, jerking it off harder, until you came in a long strangled wail, your whole body hot and sweaty against his, quivering hard.
He held you close until your breath returned to normal, his cock still buried inside you, lazily kneading your breasts because he couldn’t get his hands off of you.
You turned around to face him, your make up was a mess, mascara running down your cheeks and your lipstick smeared, your hair was all tousled and sweaty but Dieter still thought you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
“Please, can I lick you clean?” he begged, and you nodded.
“You’re so needy. Baby…of course you can.” He lowered himself between your legs again.
He grabbed a handful of your ass and lifted you off the bed, placing your legs over his shoulders.
Holding your still-throbbing pussy open with two fingers, he watched his seed slide down your folds, dripping over your skin, all the way to your tight hole.
He couldn’t resist any longer, beginning to lick obligingly and hungrily, his flavor spreading across his tongue, mingling with yours.
You sighed loudly and stroked his hair.
“You’re incredible, you can’t get enough of me, huh?”
He grunted, moving lower, licking your puckered, exposed hole for him, feeling you squirming beneath his tongue.
You tugged at his hair, getting his attention back.
“Hey…you think you’ve earned my tight hole?” He looked up at you pleadingly, overwhelmed by his need for you. “Please?”
You giggled, ruffling his curls.
“Okay…” you conceded. “Go on…”
Dieter smiled, diving between your legs and licking gently, teasing your little hole with his tongue for a while, making you sigh and giggle, before moving back to your sweet pussy.
You were right, he couldn't get enough of you, and seeing you like that, naked on his bed, open and eager for him, was the best thing that had ever happened to him. He stayed between your legs, licking, caressing your skin, enjoying the sight of your pussy soaked with his spit, until he felt you tense up and call him back to order.
"Hey, come back here...we don't have time for this right now..."
Dieter sighed bitterly, even though he knew it was true, your lunch break was ending and you would have to be back on set in a few minutes. He hugged you again and you kissed the tip of his nose and then his lips.
“The director probably didn’t expect for us to bond like this,” you joked and Dieter laughed softly.
“It was good, though, don’t you feel more relaxed now?”
“Definitely yes” he answered, searching for your lips again. You didn’t protest at him taking the initiative. On the contrary, you gladly accepted his tongue entering your mouth and licking all he could.
“Mmm… time to get back…,” you reminded him, as soon he detached himself from you.
Dieter grunted, getting up to collect his modesty garment to put it back on.
You did the same with yours, commenting, “It seems so stupid to wear those again now, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah,” he smiled. “But we have to.”
“Yeah… but I hope we’ll both wear something more comfortable and sexy tonight…” you said, as you tied the silky belt of your robe.
Dieter looked at you with a surprised eyebrow raise, and he felt such a strong warmth spread through his chest. You wanted to spend more time with him. And you wanted it soon.
“Oh. Sure. I’d like to take you to dinner, how does that sound?” he ventured.
“That would be perfect.”
He was happy, truly happy after such a long time.
“Dessert will be served in my room… how does that sound?”
“Perfect.” He replied, winking.
“Hurry up, the director is waiting…” you teased, pinching his ass. “I’m going ahead, the makeup artist will definitely want to kill me.”
You exited his trailer, leaving the door ajar. Dieter watched the light filter through the crack, dust dancing in the air, rays of sunlight scattering across the floor. And finally, he felt that each new day would be worth living.
