“the line is….”
synopsis -> your boyfriend got a new script. why not help him rehearse it?
warnings: smut! slightly jealous reader, oral (f receiving), fluffy ending
an: happy belated birthday to my number one cutie, my wayv bias, winwin!! i miss u so bad, please come home!!!!!!!!!!! but also winwin actor for this one ;)
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you were lounging on the couch, scrolling through your phone when your boyfriend burst through the door, clutching his new script like a trophy. winwin’s face lit up with that boyish excitement you adored and he waved it at you before dropping onto the cushions beside you.
“baby, the script for my new show just came in, it’s got this steamy sex scene,” he grinned, eyes gleaming with anticipation as he leaned closer, his voice dropping—
“picture this, the characters start off in a heated argument, all pent-up frustration and sharp words flying back and forth. she’s furious with him, accusing him of holding back and not giving her everything. he fires back, but there’s this undercurrent of raw desire building, like a storm about to break. then it explodes as he devours her right on the table, hands everywhere, clothes ripping off in the heat of it.”
he flipped the page, reading aloud, painting the scene vividly—
“she shoves him down onto the hard surface, her eyes blazing with command, ‘you can’t just ignore me like this. after all we’ve ben through?’ she demands, trapping him against the table. he grabs her hips, flipping her onto her back in one swift move, but she locks her legs around him, asserting control, ‘start with your mouth between my thighs’ she orders, voice husky and unyielding, ‘lick me until i’m dripping, until you taste how much i own you.’ his head dips low, tongue tracing her inner thighs before diving in, making her arch and gasp. he fingers her deep, curling to hit that spot, drawing out moans that build to screams, her nails raking his scalp as she cries his name.”
he looked up at you, waiting for your reaction.
heat pooled low in your belly as you imagined it but a flicker of envy twisted in your chest at the thought of him doing this with someone else. you leaned in, tracing his jawling, “sounds intense. want to run lines? i could play the part…help you get it right.”
winwin’s eyes sparked with mischief, his large hand sliding to your thigh, “rehearse? now? on the kitchen table, like in scene?”
“why not?” you murmured, pulling him up and leading him there. you swept the counters clear, the wooden surface gleaming under the light, “perfect spot,” you shrug, acting nonchalantly, grabbing the script from his hand and skimming through it.
you noted the buildup: heated words, her pinning him, then him flipping her over to bury his face in her pussy, tongue working her over while she clutches the edge.
“alright, action,” you said, channeling the fiery character and catching your boyfriend off guard. you pushed him back against the table, hands gripping his shirt, “you can’t just ignore me like this. after all we’ve been through?”
winwin chuckles in amusement before a wicked grin replaces his usual shy smile — and then he was playing along seamlessly, his arms wrapping around your waist to yank you close, “what do you want, then? say it.” his breath was hot against your ear, blending script with reality.
you hiked your leg over his hip, pressing into him as your lips crashed together in a fierce kiss. tongues slid and battled, your fingers tugging his shirt up and off, exposing his toned chest, “make me feel it,” you demanded, echoing the lines, grinding against the hardness straining his jeans, “show me how much you need this. need me.”
winwin’s hands roamed, bunching your his oversized t-shirt to your waist before he lifted you onto the table’s edge. your ass hit the cool wood, legs parting instinctively as he dropped to his knees between them.
“like this?,” he growled the words from the page but his gaze was pure hunger, fixed on you.
you nodded, trying to stay in character, reciting the next bit shakily, “yes…touch me, don’t hold back.” your voice wavered as he hooked his fingers in your panties, sliding them down your thighs and tossing them aside. cool air kissed your exposed pussy, already slick with arousal.
he leaned in, breath ghosting over your folds, making you shiver, “you’re so wet for me already," he murmured, not quite the script but close enough.
then his mouth was on you — lips sealing around your clit, sucking gently at first, tongue flicking in quick, teasing strokes, enough to make you forget what you were doing.
“oh—wait….the line is…,” you fumbled, gripping the table’s edge as pleasure jolted through you, the script by your side, “you–you drive me crazy, j-just like that,” but the words blurred as he flattened his tongue, lapping broad and slow from your entrance up to your clit, tasting every inch. his hands gripped your thighs, spreading you wider, thumbs pressing into your inner thighs to hold you open.
you tried to push on, “don’t stop, give me everything,” but it came out as a moan, your hips bucking towards his face.
he hummed against you, clearly enjoying the fact that you can no longer focus. the vibration sends a spark up your spine and he delved deeper, tongue thrusting inside your pussy — wet sounds filled the kitchen, his mouth slurping at your juices, your breaths turning ragged.
by now, the script was forgotten, lines dissolving into gasps. all you could focus on was how fucking good he felt, tongue swirling relentlessly around your clit, sucking harder now, drawing it between his lips.
“winwin…fuck—yes,” you whimpered, one hand tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. your other braced behind you, back arching as waves of heat built in your core.
he didn’t let up, nose bumping your clit while his tongue plunged in and out, fucking you with it in shallow thrusts. his fingers joined, two sliding into your soaked heat, curling up to stroke your walls while his mouth latched back onto your swollen nub. the dual sensation had you trembling, thighs quaking around his head.
“feels so good—baby please—don’t stop,” you babbled, no trace of the character left — just raw need. pressure coiled tight, your pussy clenching around his fingers as he pumped them faster, tongue lasthing your clit in firm circles.
you shattered with a cry, orgasm crashing over you, juices flooding his mouth as you ground against his face, riding it out. winwin lapped you through it, slowing to gentle licks until you slumped back, boneless on the table.
he rose, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “you broke character so quickly,” he teased, a playful, breathless laugh tumbling from him as he reached for you, pulling you into his arms.
“shut up,” you muttered, voice still shaky as you tried to catch your breath, cheeks flushed.
his chest was warm against yours, the steady thump of his heart grounding you in the haze. you met his eyes, that quiet twinge from earlier resurfacing amidst the afterglow, “i can’t believe you have to do all this with your co-star,” you whispered, half-joking but unable to mask the hint of jealousy laced beneath.
he chuckled softly, the sound low and tender as he nuzzled the crook of your neck. his hands smoothed over your sides, tracing lazy circles into your skin until the tension began to melt.
“jealous, baby?” he murmured, pressing a kiss just below your ear, hands smoothing over your sides, tracing slow, lazy circles until your shiver gave you away, “you know it’s just acting.”
“still,” you muttered, trying for indifference and failing miserably.
he grinned against your neck, the vibration of his laugh sending warmth down your spine.
“don’t worry,” he said, kissing the spot just below your ear, his breath tickling, “i just have to make it look like I did all that.”
his lips trailed lower, finding your pulse, sucking lightly until you sighed. “with you,” he murmured between kisses, “it’s the real thing—every lick… every moan… every—”
“oh my god, stop,” you laughed, swatting at his shoulder, your face heating up.
he laughed too, pulling back with mock innocence. “what?!”
“you’re gross,” you countered through your giggles, though the way your fingers curled in his shirt said otherwise.
“gross, huh?” he teased, pinching your chin gently and tipping your face up to meet his, “funny, you didn’t think it was gross five minutes ago.”
“shut up,” you mumbled, trying to hide your grin as you buried your face in his chest.
he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his smile softening into something achingly sweet, then he tilted your chin up, placing a soft kiss on your lips — reminding you that he was all yours.
and just like that, the envy melted into warmth until all that was left was the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear, his arm snug around your waist, and that stupid little smile he only ever wore when it was you in his arms.
