P*RNSTAR ! ☆
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Mature Content !! (18+)
Inspired by P*RNSTAR! by Nessa Barrett.
DESC: You're a amateur pornstar who wants to collaborate with the famed Hound of Underground, a well-known pornstar in the undercity known as Vander. To your surprise, you get the collab- and then some.
TAGS: Vander x Reader, Pornstar!Vander x Pornstar!Reader, Female Reader, Reader Insert, Self-Insert, No use of Y/N, Explicit Content, Cunnilingus, P in V sex, Unprotected Sex, Exhibitionism (technically), Blowjobs, Vag!nal F!ngering, Shameless Smut
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You met him at the Last Drop, the staple of Zaun. Everyone went there to get drunk and have a good time or conduct business. You were there for both.
Eyeing him across the room, you sipped from your drink, watching him as he chatted with who you assumed were friends of his. Hound of the Underground, he was called- the most desirable man in the whole damn city. While you certainly didn’t overlook how hot he was, your prerogative was centered more on business. If you could get him, the most famed male pornstar in the industry, to collaborate with you, an up-and-coming star yourself, tons of money would be made- and your career? Skyrocketed straight to stardom.
You slipped onto the barstool beside him, smiling. “Hey,” you say smoothly. He turns his head to you, and you feel a shiver down your spine- fuck, he was hot. His plush lips pulled into a kind of smirk, and his silvery eyes trailing down your frame- you absolutely needed to get him on board with this. “Evenin’, sweetheart.
What can I do for you?” You both hated and loved the way his deep voice rumbled in his chest, making your cheeks heat up with need.
“Just wanted to buy you a drink,” you say before waving down the bartender. “Can I get some whiskey for the gentleman next to me?” As the bartend goes to get a glass, you turn back to the Hound, who was still looking at you. “What brings a pretty little thing here, ordering drinks for a poor old man?” He asks, a husky chuckle escaping his lips.
You smile. “Poor old man? You’re selling yourself short, Hound.” His thick brows shoot up in surprise as his stage name leaves your lips, before his mouth curls into a grin that sends warmth straight to your core. “A fan, are you? Shouldn’t you be putting your attentions toward men more your age, love?” The bartend slides over the glass and pours, the Hound nodding and saying a quick thanks before returning his full attention to you. “I’m sure you know how popular you are with younger women,” you say as you sip your own glass, “but I’m not just a fan- I’m a worker myself.” That got quite a reaction, the burly man before you choking on his drink.
“You? There’s no way,” he says as he wipes his mouth, “you look too innocent to be in the industry.” You giggle, amused by such the shocked reaction. “What did you expect me to look like? Some kind of sexed up Barbie doll? I have a normal life too, you know.”
“You have a point,” he says with a smile, “just didn’t expect a cute young thing like you to be a pornstar.” You give a non-communal shrug,“I like surprising people.”
“So then,” he says as he eyes you, “why’d you approach me tonight?”
“I’m glad you asked,” you say with a grin, “I had a proposal in mind.” He looked intrigued, and you continued, “I want to make a film together. I know it’s ambitious to ask, since you don’t even know me or my work, but I really think we’d be good together, which would translate rather well onto video.” You look at him expectantly, awaiting his response. You could see the gears turning in his head, his big hand coming up to scratch at his greying beard.
“I don’t see how it’d hurt,” he says after a while, “I’ll talk to my manager and be in contact with you, love- what’s your name?”You give him your name, then your stage name, blushing at how girlish it sounded.
“Got it,” he says with a smirk as he pulls out his phone to type it in, “I hope to collaborate with you soon, lovely- and thank you for the drink.” With a coy smile, you get up, subtly flipping your hair with your hand. “Anything for the Hound,” you say with a wink before turning on a heel and walking out.
“It’s Vander,” he calls out- you can hear the smile in his voice- making your stomach flutter.
Once the cool air hit your face, you quickly turned a corner and squatted down, huffing. That was more terrifying than you cared to admit- he was way too sexy, and god was he huge. You knew he was a bigger man, but seeing him in person nearly triggered your fight or flight.
Once you got your shit together again, you walked home, threw off your clothes and flopped into bed. Pulling out your phone, your stomach flipped as you thought of him- or more realistically, his manager- reaching out to you to confirm the collaboration was green-lit. How the hell were you gonna actually fuck him on camera if you were this nervous just meeting the guy?
You pulled up a porn site and typed his name, scrolling through his videos. Clicking on one, you watched, almost studied the way he had sex. Your room was pitch black, the dim light of your phone screen the only light. Your free hand slipped beneath the blankets to tease at your mound through your panties, rubbing firm circles into your clit as you watched him roughly fuck another star into the mattress.
Your imagination began to run wild, imagining it was you he was rutting into instead, how he’d fill you up and growl into your ear. A soft gasp escaped you as a surge of pleasure shot through you, and your hips began to rock into your hand.
Your eyes seared into your screen as you watched him, taking in every detail of his bulky form: his hairy thighs, the happy trail that led straight to his thick cock, his furred chest, the way the veins in his neck and arms popped out as he thrusted- and suddenly you were cumming, yelping as your toes curled and legs tensed up. You quickly turned off your phone, panting softly, and buried yourself in the blankets, willing yourself to go to sleep.
By morning, you were getting ready for the day, opening up your phone to check your schedule. You had to arrive on set to film with another amateur pornstar in a few hours, so you got ready and drove to the site.
By the afternoon, you’d finished, showered at the house you filmed at and drove to a local cafe to get some more coffee in your system. You’d agreed to edit the film because of course they didn’t have enough to pay for an editor, opening up your laptop and picking a very secluded corner to edit the footage.
Suddenly, you got an email from Vander’s manager, saying that the collaboration was approved and that your manager was contacted. Without a second thought, you grabbed your phone to text your manager, who quickly responded with much enthusiasm, equally as excited to have such a big name working with you. In the blink of an eye, a date, time and location was arranged- turns out there was a script they wanted to use Vander for, but didn’t have a female pornstar in mind yet.
“This is great,” your manager says over the phone, “they said you were a ‘perfect fit’- we’re gonna make it big.”
You smile. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” you joke as you kick off your shoes, now back in your apartment, “but I’m definitely counting on this helping out my career.”
“This is gonna be great for you,” your manager says, “sounds like Vander likes you, from what you’ve told me.”
You shrug, putting your phone on speaker and placing it on the table as you open up the bag of food you’d ordered. “I hope so, since he’s willing to take a chance on me- I’ll make sure to show him what im made of.”
“Damn right!” Your manager exclaims, “Let’s see if we can turn this into a few collaborations and a reliable partnership- imagine who else you could work with if he put in a good word for you?” You chewed on your burger, humming in agreement. “Yeah- maybe I could get an actual house.”
“Keep dreamin’ big, champ.” Your manager says, pulling a snort from you. “You got it, boss.”
After hanging up, you finish your meal and veg out on the couch for the rest of the day with your cat.
Around a week later, you drive to the set, which was an impressive mansion on a hilltop overlooking the beach. Once you got through the gate, your parked in the humongous driveway, getting out to get a good look of the view. The wind whipped through your hair, the smell of the water filling your lungs as you watched the waves lap at the sand down below.
“You like it?” A deep voice asks, and you quickly turn to see Vander standing there, smiling at you. You quickly adjusted your sunglasses and headscarf, clearing your throat. “Yeah,” you say in your best nonchalant tone, “it’s great- I mean, look at this view.” You watch him as he walks closer, drinking in his confident stride. “It’s real nice,” he says as he stands besides you, “a shame I only stay here in the summer.”
You look up at him. “This is your house?” You ask incredulously. He chuckles. “It’s my summer house, love- been a while since I’ve used it for work, but for you I made an exception.”
“Don’t like mixing business with pleasure?” You ask. He smiles, and god you just want him to take you already. “Usually, no, but this is a bit of both, so I let it slide.”
Before you could ask what he meant by that, you two were called to be on set. The mansion looked even better on the inside, but was pretty empty- then again, most rich people had disturbingly empty and sterile houses, you thought. You were directed first upstairs to get ready, where a waiting stylist ushered you into a chair. You were shocked there was a stylist doing your hair and makeup- usually you did all of it yourself. Soon after, you got dressed up in a maid costume, the skirt frilly and way too short, with garters attached to tight thigh-high stockings.
You were soon directed back downstairs to the kitchen and given a bucket and a dishrag. You’d looked over the script the night before- it was your classic master and servant porno, your character being an innocent, helpless maid and Vander’s character being a rich businessman- which apparently wasn’t too far from the truth.
Your breath caught in your throat as he entered, his outgrown hair slicked back to perfection, his beard a bit more groomed, and a grey suit hugging his manly figure. You swore you felt a little drool dribble down your chin. Your heart practically banged against your chest as you watched him look you up and down in approval and approach.
“You look great, sweetheart.” He says with a smirk. “You’re not so bad yourself,” you respond, praying you didn’t look as flustered as you felt. “Ready to shoot?”
He nods with a grin. “Sure am, doll.” Doll, sweetheart, love- fuck, you weren’t sure if you could handle him.
You took your places, and silently willed all of your nerves away.
He re-entered the mansion, now as The Businessman. You were on all fours as The Maid, scrubbing away at the spotless marble floor, your back arched so that your panties were clearly visible from your already short skirt. You heard Vander place something on the counter and sigh, cueing you to get up from your position, turning to stand before him.
“Welcome home, sir.” You say in a meek voice, bowing your head in greeting. He turns to you, his face stern and laced with a hint of frustration, looking slowly from your feet up to your face. “You cleaned up nice,” he says as he turns back to the briefcase on the counter, papers spilling out from within, large hands placed on the countertop as he seemed to be contemplating something. You take a small, tentative step forward, wanting to comfort him and ease his mind- but he stands straight once again, grabs his briefcase, and heads upstairs to his home office.
“I’ll take dinner upstairs tonight,” he says, “and a coffee, too.”
You mumble a “yes, sir” before turning to get dinner started. This included a horrifically raunchy scene of you basically having sex with the food, and you thanked god Vander didn’t come back down to watch.
Once the dinner was prepared, you brought it up to his office on a silver platter, the camera guy following you in a rather awkward position, trying to get the perfect shot of your heels clacking against the floor while also showing your legs and your panties beneath your skirt. You gently knock on the door before hearing Vander’s gruff voice allowing you inside. Upon entering, his eyes flicker up at you. “Smells good,” he says as you bend over a bit to serve his plate, ensuring he gets a good look at your boobs as you do it.
“Enjoy your meal, master.” You mumble before turning to leave. The cameras cut, and the platter of food is taken out and returned to look as if someone had actually eaten it. You had gone to the bathroom to make sure everything was still looking good, smoothing out your costume before returning to set. You enter the study to see someone touching up Vander’s hair, and your eyes meet, his gaze fixed on you as he took a swig of his bottle of whiskey.
Suddenly, the director announced cameras were about to roll, and the stylist had left, taking the whiskey with her to Vander’s dismay. You were instructed to start down the hall and pretend to look uncertain. The scene began, and you fidgeted with hands, pacing a bit before finally deciding to go up to his door. You hesitate, then lightly knock. “Come in,” he sighs.
You open the door and take a few uncertain steps into his office, seeing him staring down his laptop like he was in a gunfight. You approach, standing before his desk. “Is work bothering you again, sir?” You ask softly after a moment of awkward silence. He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Yeah,” he says, “always a pain in the ass.”
“I’m sorry… I wish there was a way I could help ease your burdens.”
He looks at you, a flicker of intrigue visible in his eyes. He was a really good actor, you thought to yourself. After looking you up and down once more, he sits up straighter. “I think there’s a way for you to do that…” he trails off. Your eyes widen in innocent curiosity. “Of course, sir- how may I help?” You ask with a slight tilt of your head. He closes his laptop, scooting his chair back a bit.
“Come here,” he says as he pats his thigh. You blush, nodding. “Yes sir,” you say quietly before stepping closer and settling into his lap. His big hands immediately start to slide up your legs, sending electricity through your body from just his touch. You let out a soft little gasp as his hand makes its way up to your clothed mound, his thumb gently tracing the fabric.
He shifts you so that your back is on the counter, your legs still straddling his lap. You shudder as his thumb presses a little firmer, sending delicious waves of pleasure through your body. “You like that, doll?” He asks in a deep, husky voice as his thumb moves in slow circles. “Yes, master,” you gasp, your voice already whiny with need. He growls, lifting up your skirt to expose your thighs. “Such a needy little cunt,” he says as he watches your panties grow more damp by the second, “aren’t you supposed to be the one serving me?”
“Sorry, sir…” you whimper, forcing your hips to still.
“Lift your back for me, love.” He says as he reaches behind you to tug at the back of your dress, undoing the lace and yanking it down your shoulders. Your breasts are exposed, which he quickly eats up with his eyes. “Such pretty tits,” he says huskily before leaning down to suck a pert nipple into his mouth. You arched your back, your head resting against the cold surface of the counter, moaning out as his lips and tongue lavished over your breasts, his thick fingers sliding up to pinch your free nipple.
“Mngh-!” You whine, squirming in his lap. His hands slide back down to grip your ass, holding your hips firmly against his hardened cock. “Stay still, sweetheart.” He whispers huskily in your ear, making your thighs clench around his waist. “Making such sweet little noises for me,” he growls as he grinds his hips into yours, making you gasp. “Master,” you whine needily, blushing with embarrassment from how you sounded.
“Need something, love?” He asks as his hands slide back up to squeeze your breasts, his thumbs pressing into your nipples before grabbing your dress to yank it down further. “Take this damned thing off,” he growls impatiently.
You grab the hem of your dress, pulling it up and over your head, discarding it somewhere on the floor- you didn’t care, even as the cool air made goosebumps form on your skin. The noise he made when he saw you almost fully bare made you mewl in response, your hips grinding against him in desperate need. Christ, you were like a cat in heat.
“Fuck,” he groans as he takes in the sight of you, clad only in your underwear, garters, stockings and heels. Kicking off your shoes, you hook your legs over his shoulders, giving him better access to your now soaked core. His hand reaches down, sliding your panties to the side to expose your sex, his nostrils flaring at your scent.
“Christ, love,” he says huskily as his thumb slides through your folds to circle your clit again. You moan, hips rolling into his hand. “Master, please-!” He smirks in amusement, slowing his movements. “Yes?”
“Let me cum, please!” You beg, your hips grinding into his as you attempt to cause more friction. “What will you do for me if I let you cum, hm?” He asks as he squeezes your thigh.
“Anything you want, master! Please let me cum…” you whimper. He pretends to think for a moment, humming lowly before placing his hands back on your trembling flesh. “Alright, sweetheart- you’ve got a deal.” He says before pressing his calloused thumb onto your clit, making you see stars as he milked your orgasm with every swipe.
“Thank you, master.” You mumble, your eyes lidded and legs trembling. He smirks down at you, the hunger and admiration in his eyes making you want to cum again. The cameras cut, and you’re suddenly brought back to reality. You blushed like a virgin as you closed your legs, sliding off his lap and standing
Vander smirks at you, and you try very hard not to stare at his obvious bulge. “You’re a damn good actress,” he compliments, “ for a moment I really did believe you were willing to do anything to serve me.” The dizzying need and heat pooling between your legs made you bold, murmuring, “maybe I am.” You relished in the way his eyes widened, his brows shot up as he processed your words, what sensual promises lie beneath them. “Good work,” is all you say with a mocking pat on the back before walking past him.
The next scene took place in one of the bedrooms, stunningly large with those signature rich-people windows that offer no amount of privacy. Once the cameras roll, Vander has you in his arms, throwing you into the bed and climbing over you in a way that made your body quiver. He kisses you, growling as you mewl into him, your back all arched and desperately pressing against him- it was all too obvious how badly you wanted him, needed him inside you.
He groped at your flesh like a man who’d never felt the touch of a woman, squeezing your breasts, your hips, your ass- before ripping off your garter belt and sliding your underwear aside once more, groaning at the sight before yanking the fabric off your legs and delving in, his broad tongue licking up your soaked petals.
“Master!” You cry out, rolling your hips into his mouth. He growls in response, his hands gripping the fat of your hips harder as his nose brushes your clit, his mouth devouring you. “Fuck, love- could eat this sweet cunny all day,” he groans. He continued eating at you until you came with a sharp cry, your body convulsing as your second orgasm hits you like a train.
He quickly pulls you up by the hair, taking a moment to look into your dazed eyes before standing, bringing you face to face with his bulge. He undoes his pants and frees his behemoth of a cock, already slick and throbbing. You eagerly take it into your mouth, despite his size stretching your lips taut until it stung. You took him as deep as you could go, your nose nestled in his wiry hair as you choked on him. “Such a good little maid,” he growls, “sucking me so deep.” You moan, swallowing around him and making him grunt out louder, his hands tightening in your hair in a way that made your pussy flutter around nothing.
Your hands knead his heavy balls, and the noises he made made it very clear how much he liked it. “Sweetheart, I’ll cum if you keep doing that.” He says hoarsely, his hips flexing in and out of your mouth. You put in the work, using every movement you know to bring him to the edge. He pulls you off his cock, huffing raggedly with feral need.
“On your knees,” he growls, “now.” You quickly obey, turning and arching your back, presenting your pussy. He made a loud groan at the sight, his hands immediately grasping at the flesh of your ass as he lined his cock up with your entrance. Your stomach flipped with excitement, your core dripping with need. He eases into you with a low, deep groan, making you squeeze around him as he finally sheathed himself fully inside.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he rasps, “this tight little pussy is driving me crazy.”
You moan, face buried in the pillows as he thrusted into you, his thick cock hitting all the right spots and making you go dizzy with pleasure.
“Master!” Your muffled voice cries out, making him pound into you with even more force. The strings of curses and grunts that escaped his lips turned you on so much it nearly hurt, your sensitive body stimulated to the maximum with his cock.
Even so, you wanted more, your hips grinding up into his. “Master, please!” You whined.
Vander pumped his hips furiously, his large hand wrapping around your throat as he pulled your head back to look up at him. “Ask nicely, love.” He panted out, his pupils blown out with lust.
“Let me cum, master!” You begged, too far gone to care how pathetic and needy you looked. It seemed to be effective, as his brows furrowed, and he brought his hips back before slamming them forward, his hand snaking between her legs to press firmly into her clit.
The unrelenting efforts and stimulation made your vision white out, your eyes rolling back as a sharp cry escaped your lips. You felt yourself cumming helplessly on his cock, your walls spasming around him, making him roar in ecstasy as he emptied his seed inside the condom.
You panted softly, your head buried in the pillows. With a lewd squelch, you felt him pull himself out of you, letting out a contented sigh.
“Good girl,” he said with a pat on your rear.
Once the cameras stopped rolling, you sat up, your cheeks flushed and your skin coated in sweat. “Good work,” you said as you took a damp towel that was offered to you.
He also was offered a towel and wiped himself down. “Ditto,” he said with a smile that made your heart race. “I think we should collaborate again soon.”
You felt yourself blush. “Really?” You asked, cursing yourself for sounding so hopeful. He chuckled. “Yeah, we make for an exquisite porno.” You laughed at that.
“Okay, call me when you need me.” You smiled before getting up to put your clothes on. You hardly remember leaving the mansion and driving home, dazed and in awe of what had just happened. Oh God, and why did you tell him to call you when he needed you? That was left to your managers!
You took a nice hot shower, changed into some comfy pj’s and vegged on the couch watching reality tv shows until your phone vibrated. Without looking you answered, assuming it was your manager.
“Hey bitch,” you said as you popped a Cheeto into your mouth.
“Hey there,” a deep voice responded. You almost dropped your phone. “Vander?” You asked, completely mortified.
“Hi love,” he chuckled, making your stomach flutter.
“I’m so sorry, I thought you were my manager-“ you blurted out. He only seemed more amused.
“You call your manager a bitch?” He asked bemusedly.
“Yeah, we’ve known each other a long time.” You say with a smile.
“Well, if only I was as close to my manager as you are with yours.”
“Why did you call?” You ask, realizing this was not normal in the slightest.
“You said to call when I needed you,” he said simply, “and I need you.”
You swallowed, feeling yourself clench your thighs. “What do you need me for?”
You heard him shift. “Well, to be honest with you- I can’t stop thinking about you. How sexy you looked beneath me, how tight your pussy clung to my cock. I don’t say this lightly, but earlier today might have been the best sex I’d ever had.”
You burst out laughing, completely unexpectedly to both of you. “Sorry,” you snorted, “I just… I can’t believe you when you say that.”
“Yeah, well I mean it, doll. I mean every word. I had to jerk off again in the shower just to ground myself after earlier. I haven’t done that since I first started this job.”
You involuntarily bit your lip as you imagined him jerking off to the thought of you.
“So are you saying you want to come over?” You asked. “‘Cause I’m free right now.”
The groan of need you heard from the other end made your breath catch in your throat. “Text me your address, sweetheart.” He said lowly. After you hung up, you quickly sent your address and waited, your blood pumping in excitement.
You shot up and decided to doll yourself up, styling your hair and applying some makeup to your face. You threw off your pj’s, which consisted of a worn T-shirt from Highschool and some fuzzy pajama pants, and slipped on a set of little shorts and a cami tank top.
When he rang the doorbell, you gasped, and suddenly you felt like you were going on your first date with a guy, but worse. You were letting a pornstar into your apartment to fuck your brains out.
Tentatively reaching out to the doorknob, you opened the door to reveal his burly frame. You immediately felt his eyes on you, his gaze trying to seat through your clothes and see the flesh beneath.
“Hi,” you said awkwardly, wanting to kick yourself.
“Hi, love.” He said, his eyes still trying to burn through your shirt. You opened the door wider to let him in, and he pounced, leaning down to capture your lips with his.
Your arms immediately wrapped around his neck, standing in your tiptoes as he gathered you into his huge arms and kicked the door closed.
He buried his nose into your neck, inhaling deeply. “You smell divine, doll.” He groaned.
“Vander,” was all you could say, needy and extremely horny. Your hands fisted his shirt, wishing you were touching his skin instead.
He growled, nipping at your neck, then back up to your jaw, then down to your collarbone, all whilst his hands gripped your waist and slid down to your hips, then your ass, squeezing and groping and making you gasp in delight.
His mouth claimed yours in another fierce kiss, backing you up into the couch in the living room.
“Bedroom’s over there,” you breathed between kisses. He grunted and hauled you into his arms, making you yelp. He carried you to your bedroom and plopped you down onto the mattress.
He stopped for a moment to look around, seeing all of the pink and girlish decor, including the mass amount of plushies on your bed. You blushed profusely, embarrassed .
“What a cute room you got, love.” He smiled. “Just like you.”
You blushed, your heart leaping in your chest as you swore you saw a bit of tenderness in his eyes. That couldn’t be right, but a girl could dream.
“And this little number you’ve got on,” he said as his thumb hooked into the strap of your camisole, “it’s damn cute and tempting.” He slid the strap off your shoulder and climbed onto the bed, looming over you. Blushing, you lifted your head to kiss him. His arms wrapped around you, and his hands bunched up your top until it sat above your breasts, exposing the small mounds to his ravenous gaze.
“Fuck,” he muttered before his calloused thumbs pressed into them.
You moaned, arching into his touch. He smirked, replacing his thumb with his mouth. “Vander,” you gasped.
“Like that?” He asked as he continued. You moaned in response, squeezing your thighs together in arousal. Your hand slid under the waistband of your panties, rubbing at your throbbing clit. He noticed, making a half-grunt and half-growling sound before he reached down to remove your hand, replacing it with his own.
“Oh god,” you gasped. His fingers were so thick and stretched you so good you felt like you would cum right then.
“This little pussy of yours is so greedy, isn’t it love?” He growled as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. “You keep sucking me in, trying to keep my fingers inside you.” You moaned, clenching around his fingers. He chuckled, his thumb continuing to swipe at your clit.
“Vander please,” you mewled, feeling like you were about to go insane.
“Please what?” He smirked. You would’ve hit him if he wasn’t making you feel so damn good.
“Need you,” was all you could gasp out. He groaned, pumping his fingers faster. “Wanna watch you cum on my fingers first, doll. Cum for me.” You moaned softly, obediently cumming onto his fingers. He groaned at the feeling of your pussy spasming around his fingers, milking his digits.
“You’re so fucking needy,” he growled, unbuckling his pants, “such a spoiled little princess.” You moaned at his words, feeling yourself grow wetter.
“What do you want, princess? My cock?” He asked as he lined himself up with your entrance. You laid back against the mountain of plushies on your bed like the spoiled princess you were, nodding.
“You get whatever you want,” he groaned as he eased himself inside you, “little brat.” You moaned, clenching around him and making him groan louder.
“Yeah, squeeze me with that pussy,” he growled. Your hands grasped at his shoulders, and you realized he was fully clothed, and that irritated you.
“Take your shirt off,” you commanded. Vander’s brows raised. “The little princess wants me to undress? How can I deny you?” He pulled off his shirt with a swift motion, and your hands slid up to rest in his furry chest.
He thrusted slow, savoring the feeling of you before speeding up. You focused on his face, watching him focus on your face, or your bouncing tits, or your belly (funnily enough), or the sight of his cock disappearing into your wet heat.
“God, you feel so good.” He gasped, his hips pumping furiously. “You don’t know how much you drive me crazy.”
“You drive me crazy,” you breathed in response. “I’m so close…”
“Yes love, cum on my cock.” He groaned.
“Squeeze my throat,” you begged before you could realize what you were saying. You just wanted his big hand wrapped around your neck.
“Yeah baby?” He growled before his hand came up to wrap around your neck, applying gentle pressure. Suddenly your world shattered, and you came so hard on his cock you thought you’d pass out.
He nearly yelled, slamming his hips into yours and cumming deep inside you. You were apparently still and in shock for a moment, because as he panted, he asked, “you okay, love?” You looked at him with a dazed expression and only nodded. It wasn’t until you felt the warm feeling of his seed that you realized you hadn’t used protection.
“Oh shit,” you gasped, “Vander pull out!”
Also in a daze, he seemed confused, but then realized as he pulled out of you what hee done. “Fuck,” he muttered, “I’m so sorry.” He asked where he could get a rag and set out to grab one, returning to clean you up. “You on the pill, or do you need me to go to the pharmacy?” He asked.
“I’m on the pill,” you responded, watching him dutifully clean you with furrowed brows. “Feel okay?” He asked as he gently squeezed your thigh. You nodded, feeling shy for some reason. “Yeah, I’m okay.”
He smiled. “Good… Do you mind if I stay the night, love?”
You shook your head. “No, not at all.”
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A/N: Ughh I love Vander sm. Anyways this is an old fic that I decided to post to keep ya'll fed while I pause on writing for a little while- I'm cramming for exams and probably won't have time to write until the end of the week, so hopefully you guys like Vander like I do and take this while waiting for the Joel content to resume muehehehe.
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