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「𝚞𝚗𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕」 · scene i

❝𝚆𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝.❞

WC: 6.5k (28 min. avg. reading time)

⚠ — Confidence/self-worth/intimacy issues, depiction of a porn shoot (somnophilia, oral (f rec), penetrative sex), sexual tension (see masterlist for more).

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※ This work of fiction is intended for 18+ audiences only.

One colossal heartbreak is enough to change a lot of things.

Chris wasn’t always like this. Back then, if you asked people what kind of a guy he was, they would probably respond with adjectives like warm, wholesome, dorky even. Definitely loyal. Protective.

The very same people had a hard time recognizing him after the massive hit he took to his pride. His descriptors changed into indifferent, arrogant, devil-may-care, and rootless. He had thrown himself into the arms of hedonism to seek solace and turned into a complete nomad that never visited the same woman twice. He could feel himself get more disconnected from humane emotions day by day, but it was okay. As temporary as it was, he could still find happiness. Sheer delirium induced by ecstasy at times.

He would rather chew glass than become that vulnerable again. At any cost. Fuck that shit.

The reason for him to set up camp in his local gym was initially to keep himself busy as well as his still-sizzling rage under control, and while the intense dopamine boost was indeed helpful, he also got a side benefit that he never meant to have from it.

People were throwing themselves at him. Literally. Trampling each other to be the one to end up in his bed at the end of the night. And he realized he liked the attention no matter how superficial.

No, he absolutely loved it.

He was wanted. He was desired. Excessively so. He knew he was starring in someone’s fantasies just shortly after making eye contact with them. Solely with a ‘Hey’ rendered in that low tone and the subtle gestures he made insinuating he was into you, Chris was just so infinitely charming that it was downright impossible to resist him. There were nights he didn’t even have to lift a finger. He would just lay there and let his disposable companion for the night do all the work as if he was doing them a huge favor by letting them pleasure him. They still seemed to be grateful for the opportunity even when he curtly sent them home right afterwards. No cuddling and no sleeping over. That was the rule.

It was completely a self-indulgent ego masturbation move on his part when he created an account to share thirst traps or short clips of himself indulging in solo playtime. He most certainly did not expect that people would volunteer to make sex tapes with him for the viewing pleasure of the masses. He wasn’t stupid, of course; who would fucking agree to such a thing without getting their own ass covered first?

That was actually the first time Chris was glad he had endured sharing an apartment with an insufferable lawyer-to-be.

“Your face can’t show in the video, by the way. Sign this, and we’re good to go.”

Better safe than sorry.

Little did he know the steamy little journal he was keeping would lead to a life-changing career decision for him very very soon.

“Can you like… introduce me to some of your stars?”

“Anybody from the milf category would do.”

“Can I come watch?”

Well. Gross.

Every guy that heard you were working in the adult entertainment industry gave pretty much the same reaction as though they made a pact.

“It’s not as hot as you think,” you would try to explain, “I don’t really get turned on to the porn we produce.”

“How the fuck is that possible?! If I worked at your office, I’d bust a nut every five minutes.”

Either people were way too delusional, or extremely touch-starved to get aroused to anything that breathed. There could simply be no other explanation for this.

“It’s just a bunch of dudes fucking some models and a lot of orgasm faking. You get pretty numb to it after a while.”

“Or maybe you’re a bit of a prude.”

A prude? You?

The reason you ended up in this business was literally because of your passion for writing erotica. At first, you treaded with a lot of caution, thinking that one job ad for an assistant producer could lead to one of those cautionary Netflix tales, but it turned out to be much better than you expected. In all honesty, how bad could it really be if your prospective colleague dropped a post scriptum that read, ‘Save me from my misery. I’m perpetually dry-heaving due to the extreme lack of plot around here’?

Those very words were penned by Han Jisung, also an assistant producer at Smash Bandicunt desperately seeking a like-minded teammate to work with him. Even the name of the company was very much telling of its employee and filmography profile, but oddly enough, Jisung couldn’t be any different. He was objectively the only person you were comfortable with, not only because he was the singular decent guy around, but also because he just got you. Both of you shared a pretty similar vision when it came to what porn should be. Or could be for that matter.

That it didn’t have to be this trashy.

You enjoyed the perks of your job very much—a.k.a the awesome pay, flexible hours, and unexpectedly a comprehensive health insurance package. However, working with the rest of the guys at this company was like willingly moving into a frathouse despite the huge ‘Douchebags: Beware’ sign out front. You were the only woman in the production team, and the testosterone levels were so high that everyone at the office felt like they belonged to an installment of the American Pie saga. Shortly after you started, you realized you had no choice but to wrap yourself in a cocoon of jeans and oversized hoodies to blend in with the rest of the bros. You know, for some much-needed peace of mind away from the constant questioning of “So what do girls really do at sleepovers?”

It was another day in the editing room, and you and Jisung were looking at the huge screens in front of you while cleaning up some raw footage. If someone took a picture of you two at that moment and showed it to a random passerby on the street, nobody would be able to guess you were watching porn. Your eyes were that dead.

“I swear my pussy’s getting dry,” you threw the remote on the huge cream-colored desk and turned to Jisung, “Have you ever told a partner they are fucking you oh so good when they’re clearly lackluster?”

“Well, I’m not a good frame of reference since I believe in the clits over cocks supremacy,” Jisung responded without taking his eyes off the screen, “But why lie to somebody when being open will bring both of us so much more pleasure?”

“How the fuck Troy gets to be a senior producer and you don’t is beyond me,” you rolled your eyes in exasperation, “Even the dude’s name screams douche general.”

You got a notification on your phone telling you a meeting was about to start in five minutes. The company was recently acquired by a much bigger—and, well, professional—film studio, and that Monday was the day the new CEO was going to meet with the employees. The production team was given the privilege to be the first set of eyes to see him in person.

“Look at this name. Blake. Ugh,” Jisung pretended to be gagging, “If he asks to produce another line of girls-gone-wild videos, I’m rioting.”

When you reached the conference room, you exchanged greetings with the people inside in the form of silent nods. Just to be cordial, to be honest. You couldn’t give two fucks if they disappeared tomorrow since you didn’t even know half their names.

“Where’s the new boss man?” you asked Troy while sitting down, just to get an unfazed reply.

“Absent as you can see.”

Jisung shot you a knowing look and rolled his eyes so hard that you could almost hear them squeak. The room was filled with murmurs of mundane conversations until the door was swung open, promptly turning all the eyes towards that direction.

“Excuse my tardiness, please. Traffic was a bitch.”

A woman barged into the conference room and immediately headed towards the chair at the end of the long table, clicking her heels with advanced competency. She was wearing quite a sophisticated suit jacket with a stand-up collar and Prada monograms on her buttons, looking completely out of place in that room full of people wearing loose jeans, cargo shorts, and print tees. She took out her computer from her fancy briefcase and fired it up, not paying any mind to the curious eyes fixated on her.

“And who are you?” Troy finally asked, seemingly somewhat annoyed that the stranger didn’t even bother to introduce herself.

“My name is Anita Blake,” she declared with infinite amounts of nonchalance exuding from her while crossing her legs and leaning back in the swiveling chair, “I’m your new boss.”

“You’re Blake?!”

“Dibs,” Jisung murmured under his breath as the woman clad in Louboutins gave the entire room whiplash with the unexpected news.

“Why yes. Did that displease you, your highness?” she snapped her fingers to signal the man by the door to bring in a stack of paper, “Agenda for today, please.”

“Agenda?” Troy furrowed his brows almost mockingly, “We don’t do that around here, Anita.”

“What did you say your name was?”

“I didn’t,” he was looking at her like he owned the place, “It’s Troy.”

“Well, Troy, it’s Ms. Blake for you, and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell me how to run my fucking meetings,” she replied with a warm smile, “Can you tell me about your latest project, please?”

The zero-fucks attitude as well as the bluntness of Anita was probably tickling you and Jisung the most. Finally. Your lord and savior had finally arrived.

“It’s called Workout Regimen. It’ll be a compilation of locker room stuff.”

You and Jisung heaved very deep sighs while rolling your eyes, and obviously, it didn’t go unnoticed by the douche general.

“Is there a problem here, noobs?”

“Listen, man, I know your rowdy-sports-bar type of content brings in ad revenue, but would it kill us to make something a bit more movie-like for once? Preferably something that lasts longer than five minutes?”

“Bro, our audience doesn’t even last more than five minutes. What are you talking about?”

“We’re talking about shooting actual erotic movies,” you shot daggers at his smug face with your eyes, “With a decent plot and shit, featuring people who can act. We’ve been begging for months, and quite frankly, we’re getting a little tired of hearing ‘Maybe next time’.”

The frathouse crowd roared with such deafening laughter that one would think you had just landed the most hysterical punchline in the history of jokes.

“Quite frankly, she says,” Troy wiped his tears while holding his stomach, “I guess I didn’t do a good job of letting you down easy the last time. We’re not wasting our resources on something that’s not going to bring us revenue, pretty face. Nobody’s going to spare that much budget for your precious movies. Why don’t you guys try your hand at a streaming production or something?”

The laughter still hadn’t completely died down, and when you caught a glimpse of Anita right at that moment, you noticed that she was the only one not entertained in the slightest.

“Troy?”

“Hm?”

“You’re fired,” she spoke while still looking at her computer screen, “Talk to human resources on your way out.”

The entire room froze, and the cheery mood vanished instantly with the huge metaphorical butcher’s knife she slammed on the table.

Oh, Ms. Anita Blake hadn’t come to play at all.

“Are you for real right now?”

“No, I’m serious. Learn to speak proper English. It will help you find a better job.”

Troy left the room almost in slow motion, clearly in disbelief of what just happened. You and Jisung shared the sentiment, too, but for entirely different reasons.

Did the reign of terror finally come to an end just now? Just like that? In the blink of an eye?

“Anyone else wants to disrespect each other?” Anita looked around the room with psychopathic calmness as if she didn’t do what she just did. The only thing she was met with was, naturally, silence.

“I’m here to rebuild this studio from scratch, so of course there will be some radical changes around here. Starting from this abysmal name.”

She clicked on the remote, and a logo appeared on the gigantic TV facing the conference table.

“We’re not Bang Bros. We’re not Reality Kings. What I want is a wide spectrum of people watching our catalog and getting turned the fuck on,” she placed the remote back on the table with grace and pointed at the screen, “Anyone can tell me what this means?”

The words Petite Mort were written in a tasteful font and a purple gradient. After a brief silence, Jisung raised his hand, albeit scared shitless to make a sound.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Uh– Han Jisung, Ms. Blake.”

“You may call me Anita, Jisung.”

You were biting the inside of your cheeks not to burst out laughing at how Jisung was falling in love with her in real-time, rightfully so to be frank because who the fuck had this much charisma?

“It means little death,” he explained after clearing his throat, “It’s an innuendo for an orgasm.”

“What’s your current title?”

“I’m an assistant producer.”

“Starting today, you’re a senior producer,” Anita took some notes in her Moleskine notebook, “I love the vision you have. You’re going to create a team and bring me a project plan for a mid-length movie by next week. Sounds good?”

“Of– of course!”

For the rest of the meeting, Anita shared the new vision she had for the studio as well as the type of content she wished to produce with clear strategic goals. It definitely came as a shock to the frathouse since all of them listened to their new boss with utterly confused looks. When the meeting finished, she briefly approached Jisung before leaving the room.

“I have faith in you. Don’t let me down, okay sweetheart?”

She flashed a genuine smile and disappeared with steps as quick as the ones she walked in with. Jisung, on the other hand, turned into an absolute giggling mess, longingly sighing after her.

“She called me sweetheart again,” he bashfully scratched his nape.

“Ji, she’s our b—”

“Shut up, there’s nothing wrong with falling in love.”

Well, who were you to judge, really?

Anita’s first move as the reigning queen was to get rid of a good chunk of the performers she deemed subpar and recruit new ones. She made it crystal clear that she wanted people who could also act, and you and Jisung were entrusted with leading the process. You agreed to carry out a two-step plan: first, you were going to release an official casting call and collect reels from people. After the preliminary assessment of their portfolios, you were going to invite the shortlisted candidates for an in-person audition. That afternoon, you were finally reviewing the applications you had received, pretending to be judges at some pageant.

“This profile is pretty interesting actually,” Jisung examined one of the electronic portfolios in front of him.

“Which one?”

“Christopher Bang.”

“Are you fucking KIDDING ME?” you smacked your thighs while wheezing your lungs out, “Way to be subtle with that last name.”

“You’re laughing, but that’s actually his government name.”

“Shut up.”

“No, really,” he turned the computer screen towards you to show you the portion outlining personal information.

You pulled the laptop closer to see it for yourself. It was indeed true. The Australian-born performer was going by the moniker Channing ‘Chan’ Bondi, and he was one of the few applicants that had attached boudoir shots to his file. Very tasteful ones at that. Gorgeous body, impeccable expressions, serving smolder for days. After quickly going through his measurements—which quite frankly didn’t mean much to you—you clicked on a tab that led to his selected filmography hosted on a pornographic content creator platform.

Parking lot shenanigans Making her cum while she’s on the phone Controlling her lush in public Summer night scent

“Real talk, if I were him, I would call myself Australian Stallion,” you admitted while watching the first video in awe, “His body is unreal.”

“This is actually weirdly wholesome?” Jisung chuckled in surprise, “It feels like watching a random person’s sex tape. Doesn’t feel produced at all.”

“Because it’s not,” you confirmed, “That’s the appeal of the amateur content.”

Before you knew it, you made it to the last video titled ‘Summer night scent’. The scene was shot at a beach at sunset hours, and it was depicting him going down on someone.

And if this was what getting eaten out was supposed to be like, you had never had your pussy eaten before. Not by the code, at least.

“Jesus fucking christ, would you look at the way this guy goes down on her?” Jisung fanned himself and let out a loud exhale, “Like damn, I got hard just watching him eat pussy.”

This Christopher guy was a fantastic porn performer, no doubt about it. He was very comfortable with his body as well as his sexuality. There was passion in his eyes. There was lust in his voice. But much more importantly, he was quite clearly enjoying all these scenes. It wasn’t even amateur porn at this point—this guy was simply chronicling his sex life for the masses to watch, and it was arousing as fuck.

But you needed a little more than that.

“I’m subscribing,” you pulled out your phone on a whim.

Turn on notifications?

“Oh, hell yeah.”

You and Jisung both agreed to include him on the shortlist you prepared. On the day of the auditions, you were obviously professional and paying utmost attention to every single one of these people, but deep down you knew what you were really looking forward to. The closer you got to Chris’ appointment time, the more an odd excitement was spreading throughout your body. When he finally walked through that door, your heart started beating super fast.

He looked much more attractive in person. There was this carefree aura around him. He either didn’t care about how this audition was going to go, or he was pretending not to care until he crossed the bridge.

It would be ideal if you weren’t intrigued by him this much.

“Please read the lines you see on the screen out loud,” Jisung instructed, “With feeling.”

“Aren’t you going to give me some context for these?”

The way he said it was a bit more than nonchalant. It was borderline arrogant. You unknowingly clenched your jaw and intervened.

“The first is for a girl you’re crushing hard on. The second is for a customer who walks into your pleasure chamber. Go.”

Chris turned to the lines reflected on the wall and squinted his eyes a little, seemingly trying to picture something. Then he closed his eyes completely and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, it felt like he was a completely different person. Gigantic eyes looking like he was pleading with a tinge of desperation in his voice, and for some reason, he found it apt to target you.

“One chance. It’s going to be so worth it.”

Thank goodness you had learned how to keep a poker face around here because otherwise how flustered you were would be embarrassing to witness. You took a couple of notes on the paper in front of you and gestured him to proceed to the next line. He took a few seconds to memorize the line, did the eye-squinting thing again, and aimed his words at you once more with an utterly sultry voice this time.

“I have all the time to kill. I will learn what makes you cum that hard.”

You and Jisung were both shocked at the abrupt change of his persona. The transition was seamless. You went through several more lines and then asked him to improvise for a few scenarios. By the end of it, it was obvious to you that Chris was a complete chameleon. He would be perfect for meet-cute scenes as well as dark as fuck hardcore ones.

“Thank you. We’ll be in touch.”

He nodded with a little smirk on his lips, eyes intently on you the entire time. Right after he left, you turned to Jisung.

“I really can’t tell if he’s a really good actor or just a fucking psychopath. Who the fuck changes their personality like that on cue?”

“I so wanna watch this guy fuck someone live,” he took a look at his notes and then you, “We’re signing him, no matter what.”

“I’ll leave it to you to break him the news and draw up a contract then.”

After a thorough background and health check as well as a complete set of STD tests coming back negative, Chris finally became an official cast member of the studio. The day you finally met him in person was the day you were supposed to deliver a script to him.

“Chris, right?” you handed him the small stack of paper in your hand along with your card, “My name is Y/N. I’m your contact person if you need anything.”

“Thanks,” he grabbed the card and put it in his back pocket without looking at it, “When can I get your performer roster?”

“Excuse me?”

“Your performer roster. You have one, right?”

Well, yeah you did, but he was being horrendously rude regarding his demand. As if he was asking for something well within his rights.

“Why would you need that exactly?”

“So that I can pick my partners. I don’t shoot with just anyone,” Chris informed you and crossed his arms over his chest, “You didn’t really expect me to have chemistry with every single performer, right?”

You were getting ticked off big time. Where the fuck did that entitlement come from anyway? Yes, he had received your stamp of approval, but if you knew what an ass he was, you would have certainly thought it over.

“I’m sorry, were you under the impression that this is a pleasure house?” you cocked a brow, trying your best to keep your composure, “We cast and you act. We don’t provide a menu for your liking.”

“I think you do,” Chris whipped out a copy of his contract and turned to a page to make his point, “That was my condition to sign with you.”

The fuck?

You indeed went through that highlighted section to find a loophole, but it seemed ironclad, which meant Jisung was dead serious when he said ‘no matter what’. You heaved a deep sigh while internally cursing at Jisung and slammed the contract on his chest.

“I’m not gonna like you, am I?”

The winds of change blowing at Petite Mort were indeed a breath of fresh air, but it came at a price. All of these new performers were acting like goddamn divas, Chris being the undeclared leader of them.

Sure, there was nothing wrong with knowing you were good at something, but did he really have to be this adamant about reminding everyone in the vicinity of that every chance he got? You were already regretting agreeing to cast him that fast.

It was finally time for Mr. Channing fucking Bondi to put his money where his damn luscious mouth was a.k.a the day of your first shoot with him. Finally seizing the opportunity of a lifetime after paying so many people’s dues, Jisung had finally claimed the director’s chair to bring his beloved somnophilia project called ‘Insomnia’ to life, and he obviously wanted Chris as his male lead. Among the performers his excellency declared ‘he would create great synergy with’, you had deliberately paired him with Alexis Scott, a long-time cast of the studio and one of the very few that survived Anita’s chopping board, thinking she would be the one to show him his place. Not only was Alexis a huge exhibitionist herself, but she was also notorious for her massive ego that hated getting the spotlight stolen from her. It was going to be fun to spectate, to say the least.

You thought you had seen it all at this company, so when you marched into Chris’ waiting room to let him know how much time he had left, you certainly weren’t expecting him to give you a first.

“Chris, we’ll start i— The fuck are you doing?!”

“FUCKING— KNOCK FIRST MAYBE?!!”

You saw that for only two seconds, but you saw it nevertheless. He was alone in the room and sprawled wide on the makeup chair, eyes closed, head thrown back, moaning quietly with his rock-hard cock in his palm. When you suddenly barged in, he almost fell off the chair trying to cover himself in his bathrobe in panic. Under normal circumstances, you would leave to give the person some privacy, but no fucking way you were going to pass on the opportunity of witnessing the king fall from grace.

“You seriously couldn’t wait for ten more minutes, Bondi?”

“For your information, it’s called getting in the zone,” he uttered while tying the belt of his robe.

“Isn’t that counterproductive?” you questioned out of genuine curiosity, “That’s like eating chips before dinner.”

“I said I’m getting in the zone, not busting a nut. I was just edging myself,” he informed you with a complete lack of shame, “By the way, now that I have you, can you bring me some lube? Water-based only. Thanks.”

You raised your brows in slow motion, praying to every deity that you just misheard what this fucker said.

“I beg your goddamn pardon?”

“Didn’t you say to contact you if I needed anything?”

“Yes, but it doesn’t automatically translate into Treat me as your personal assistant. You don’t have to be a colossal dick about it.”

He started swiveling in his chair from side to side with his legs spread wide, an annoying smirk growing bigger on his lips.

“You begged me to sign with you.”

“First of all, I didn’t do shit; that was Jisung,” you corrected him, barely able to refrain from punching his smug face, “And secondly, maybe learn to sit the fuck down and be humble, man. We’re not shooting the second coming of Titanic here.”

You thought your words were stinging him enough to get the message across, but even if they were, maybe Chris was one of those people that enjoyed pain. Rather than collecting himself, let alone a half-assed apology for his behavior, he broke into an even wider grin and got up from his chair to invade whatever tiny personal space you had.

“You’re very hot when you’re angry, you know?”

You didn’t flinch, but you noticeably gulped nevertheless, and judging from how entertained he seemed, he fucking noticed.

“Finish your shit, Bang,” you slammed the script you were holding on his chest, “On the 15th floor set in half an hour.”

“Your wish is my command.”

Right at that moment, the door opened again, and a few styling people let themselves in. As you pulled one of them to the side to discuss wardrobe choices for the day, Alexis finally showed up.

“Hi, Chris.”

“Hey, baby girl,” Chris reciprocated the greeting without looking away from the script, “Did you douche? I’m supposed to go down on you today.”

“Duh?”

Chris watched her as she sat down for her makeup and threw the stack of paper on the table.

“I have a pleasant surprise for you today,” he got up from his chair, “See you in a bit.”

He shot a wink at you with a click of his tongue while making his way to the bathroom to shower. Barely five minutes in the same room with him, and you were already done.

“I just can’t,” you mumbled to yourself as you left the room.

You headed to the 15th floor, thinking what an absolute visionary Anita was all the while. She bought out the lease contracts of several other companies residing in this building just so she could turn their floors into set areas, and brought in some of her people from her previous studio to work their magic. When you walked into Set 15-4 that evening, you were convinced you somehow passed through a portal on the way because you were in the presence of a cozy-looking bedroom. The installation of the props, as well as the lighting, was flawless. It really looked like you were borrowing someone’s actual bedroom for a shoot that day. Jisung was in the middle of the room, positively vibrating commanding people left and right with enthusiasm.

“You’re finally where you belong, Ji,” you pressed your hand on his back with a warm smile.

“I can barely stop myself from YELLING!” he instantly contradicted himself, “Look at this set! Look at those fucking nightlights coming through the window! The atmosphere is INSANE!”

“Yes, and you made it happen!” you shook him from his shoulders in excitement, “We’re gonna have a blast today, I’m telling you.”

“Oh, fuck me, look who just walked in.”

At long last, the performers arrived at the set walking on either side of Anita. You most definitely didn’t expect her to be present, but a part of you was glad that she decided to come by to watch. Jisung, on the other hand, was on the brink of losing his shit.

“Get a grip, Ji,” you pinched him as the trio approached closer, “This is your time to shine. Prove it to her.”

“What’s up, boss junior?” Chris greeted Jisung by saluting him with two of his fingers.

“I like you, man!” Jisung slapped him on the shoulder and then turned serious, “Listen, we’ll do two scenes back to back, but I’m not cutting in the middle to preserve the natural flow. Once the fingering scene is over, you’ll immediately move on to penetration. Understood?”

Chris and Alexis nodded and headed towards the bed while Anita stayed behind.

“Break a leg,” she smiled and sat down on the chair next to the director’s, “I want to get properly hot and bothered by this scene.”

“You heard the boss. Everybody in position. It’s go time!”

You sat down to Jisung’s right with a weird buzz flaring in your gut. The set was so convincing, not to mention Chris and Alexis clad in casual shorts and t-shirts, that it almost felt like you were engaging in a mass voyeurism attempt or something.

“Action!”

The scene started with Alexis rolled to her side, peacefully sleeping, and Chris wide awake in the dark room only illuminated by streetlights with his arm over his forehead. He was taking deep breaths, closing his eyes every once in a while as if he was uncomfortable by something. He looked to his left with an endeared smile on his face, watching his on-camera girlfriend’s chest softly rising and falling.

The smile started to fade away once he began ghosting his hands on her body, and that loving expression of moments ago was replaced with something much more titillating. He thickly gulped and turned her on her back while heavily breathing, very careful not to wake her, and started sliding her shorts down. The macro camera was capturing how Chris was basically turning into a werewolf perfectly. He gently pushed her legs apart and started going down on her.

The way Chris performed… There was nothing left from that smug bastard that got on your last nerve. He was very deliberate with the way he glided his tongue all over her, not caring one bit how sloppy it was. The cautionary moves of earlier aimed at not waking her up were long gone. He was eating pussy to satisfy a very carnal hunger and he wanted her to wake up to this. If you stumbled upon this very clip on some porn platform, you would legitimately become an instant fan going ‘Who the fuck is this wholesome dude going to town on his girl’s cunt because goddamn.’

It aroused the shit out of you.

Your throat was getting dry, but your pussy was getting sopping wet. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, and much to your dismay, you realized that you were squeezing your legs together while watching this scene in a trance.

You could feel your head crawling with ideas already. Maybe you lived to see the day you would have a muse to write fucking porn, but it was annoying as fuck that it was Chris.

“You okay there?” Jisung turned to you and whispered, “You’re sweating.”

“Yeah, I’m– I’m fine,” you quietly cleared your throat, “I’ll tell them to turn on the AC.”

“Chan?”

Alexis finally woke up to see her make-believe boyfriend between her legs, pleasuring her back to consciousness. Once the realization hit, she started moaning very quietly.

“Good morning, baby girl,” Chris smiled and shoved two of his fingers in his mouth to get them wet, “Don’t give me those bashful moans. Let it out. Let it out, or else I’ll make you.”

“He’s improvising,” Jisung contently smiled as he watched the whole thing on the little screen in front of him.

He started fingering her with her pussy still in his mouth, slowly changing the gear of how fervently he was fucking her.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” Alexis contorted her face in pleasure with her eyes closed, “Keep– keep going.”

Chris bit his lips at her reaction, and a hint of his usual arrogance appeared on his smile again.

“It feels much better when you let loose, doesn’t it?”

He changed the angle of his wrist, indicative of him curling his fingers inside her. Once he started his ministrations, the volume of her moans got louder all of a sudden.

“You’re gonna wake up the neighbors,” he whispered in amusement.

“I don’t care. God, don’t stop!”

You focused your attention on Alexis, trying to decide whether she was faking this at all because those moans were a little too guttural to be pretend.

“Yes. Yes. YES!!!”

When she arched her back, she straight up squirted on Chris’ face. While you were initially surprised, a voice at the back of your head pulled you back to reality. You were so not impressed since this was one of the oldest tricks in the book, albeit requiring considerable pelvic floor muscle strength to hold some water inside you.

“Perfect,” Chris kissed her first and then towered over her, “Touch me.”

He guided her hand to his lower abdomen, and Alexis slowly dragged it down to his crotch.

“Get a close-up of this,” Jisung instructed the cameraperson. When you looked to your left, you witnessed that basically everybody sitting down was on the edge of their seats.

“Stop teasing!” Alexis whined, “Fuck me already.”

Chris kissed her fingers while getting rid of his shorts. He pulled a condom from the nightstand drawer and promptly slid inside her, but man this could barely count as fucking. There was something just way too erotic about the way he moved.

“I’m in love with fucking you awake,” Chris groaned through an exhale, “You can take me deeper, right?”

“D-deeper,” Alexis stuttered. She literally wasn’t able to talk at all.

He took her left leg on his shoulder, giving a perfect angle of how he was basically impaling her to the camera, and threw his head back in apparent pleasure.

“Ah, this! This spot right there,” he started going faster, “I’m– I’m gonna cum. Clench harder, come on!”

When his moans reached their highest pitch, Chris lowered himself on his partner and kissed her so passionately that you almost questioned whether it was actually the kiss that made him cum. You watched his tremors slowely recede, and he eventually broke into a borderline affectionate smile, luring Alexis into another kiss.

“Cut!”

You jumped in your place when Jisung stopped the scene. The auxiliary staff rushed to bring the duo bathrobes as well as bottles of water, extra towels, and spearmint mouthwash, and one thing that caught your attention was that Alexis looked legitimately fucked out with a dumb smile on her face. The crew promptly left to prepare the next set, and after giving the performers some time to shower and unwind, you and Jisung knocked on the waiting room door to find them in the middle of styling for the next scene.

“Bra-vo, Lex, that was impressive!” Jisung applauded while approaching her, “Must have been hard trying to hold that much water inside you all this time. You doing okay?”

“Oh, that was 200% genuine just now,” she smiled while getting her makeup retouched.

“It– it was?” your eyes involuntarily widened.

“Yeah, when Chris told me he had a pleasant surprise for me, I wasn’t expecting that,” she licked her lips remembering that exact sensation again.

Your jaw almost dropped all the way to the floor when you heard that. No, it couldn’t be. There was just no way. Nuh uh.

“I really appreciate you pairing me up with him,” she held your hands, “He lives up to his reputation big time.”

“You’re welcome,” Chris winked as he approached and promptly made Alexis giggle like a virgin.

Was your masterplan maybe backfiring on you just a little bit?

When Anita, Jisung, and Alexis headed to the editing room for a critique of the scene, you were left alone with Chris. Minty fresh from his shower, he was wearing a black shirt and jeans this time for his next scene, and a pleasant fragrance of an oudy cologne was coming off him. He directly addressed you with his hands in his pockets.

“Did you like what you saw?”

“Yeah, it was pretty good,” you answered leisurely, which did not satisfy him at all.

“Oh, come on! You and I both know I don’t do pretty good,” he took a step closer to you, “I do great.”

“Sure, man. Whatever floats your boat.”

As you were about to leave, Chris gently turned you around from your shoulder and leaned into your face, his expression devoid of his usual smugness for the first time. He was looking right into your soul with eyes ablaze, which was enough to temporarily stun you.

“So you’re telling me if I caressed your pussy right now, it wouldn’t leave a slippery trail between my fingers?”

You were so taken aback by his words that you didn’t even know how to retort that properly. Your mind went completely blank, and Chris thought the incoherent sounds you were making were the perfect opportunity to land a fatality.

“That’s what great is,” he breathily whispered into your ear with a chuckle that sent a shudder down your spine, “And you’re very cute when you can’t talk back to me.”

He left the premises just like that, leaving you with an indescribable knot tightening in the pit of your stomach as well as a flood of questions invading your head.

Huh.

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OK I am so HERE this, I am ready 🫠🫠

“Woahhh.” Jay lets out an awkward laugh, backing away half asleep attempting to shield his bare chest. “Sorry dude, I didn’t know you had a girl ov—“

“Huh?”

“Oh what the..” Jay stumbles into the hallway opening, reaching to rub his eyes because he must be half asleep still. Blinking furiously, he refocuses, jaw dropping as he finds your confused gaze and Heeseung’s annoyed glare. “Oh..”

Heeseung coughs to break the cumbersome air beginning to fill the room, softly squeezing your sides as he shifts to silently maneuver you off of his lap.

“Sorry man.” Jay forces a smile, nodding as if to say he understands. “Thought you had a girl over, forgot about uhm..” trailing off he smirks at the frown drawing your lips down, shrugging apologetically.

Heeseung takes a swig from a water bottle, a sense of shame washing over him similar to the one your parents instilled years ago.

“..didn’t know scenting was a thing siblings still did as adults..” Jay continues, teetering an accusing tone. “As pups.. sure, maybe.”

“We’re not siblings.” Heeseung’s quick to correct, moving to stand and drop this conversation before it can even start. “You hungry?” He asks you with a lit up easy-going smile to keep you calm.

“Pancakes?” You say shyly, curling into the couch.

“Of course.” Winking, he motions for you to stay put and makes his way to the kitchen, brushing off his roommate’s suspicious commentary.

“Hmm, I could go for some pancakes too, you know.” Jay chides, following after him into the kitchen. “Especially after waking up to this..” he sniffs at the air, letting out a pleased sigh as he leans against the counter. “So sweet.”

Heeseung’s back tenses, neck muscles stiffening and teeth clenching as he proceeds to move around in search of ingredients to whip up your favorite fluffy buttermilk pancakes.

“That’s crazy.” Jay hops onto the counter still in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. “Her scent is so so sweet.. I wouldn’t be able to scent someone so casually like that..”

Heeseung goes on ignoring him, beginning to mix up flour with cream and turn on the stove to melt down the flavor of cinnamon sticks in sugary water.

Jay loudly sucks at the air behind him, savoring the hint of flavor teasing his tongue. “Probably don’t even need syrup for those pancakes, I bet she has the sweetest tastiest sli—“

“That’s enough.” Heeseung snaps around, growling between his teeth. “Do not fucking talk about her like that.”

Jay grins, hopping off the counter to stand before his friend, bare feet stomping across the kitchen floor arrogantly with arms crossed over his chest. “You know, when you said your step-sister would be crashing with us for a while..”

“She’s not my step-sister.” Heeseung says threateningly, as if to dare his roommate to say that one more time and see what happens.

“Yeah yeah, whatever, your parents separated.” Jay waves him off, pointing a finger at his face. “But, not by law, I mean technically speaking..”

“She’s not.” Heeseung rolls his eyes, turning back to stir the syrup, half distracted by the taste of your scent still wrapped around his tongue. “It’s not a big deal, she has bad dreams sometimes.”

Jay hums for him to continue, pulling out a bowl of strawberries to cut up for the pancakes.

“Scenting calms her down.” Heeseung says just above a whisper, eyes shifting to the side to find Jay’s. “I know it’s not common, since we’re not even really siblings and all..”

‘You can’t scent her! Do you even understand what an Omega carrying your scent around implies?! And not just any Omega, but your step-sister!’

His father proceeded to slap him across the head, lecturing him on the proper etiquette between Alpha and Omegas alike, disappointment riddling his tired features the more he unleashed on him after finding the two of you cooped up in bed drenched in each other's scents. ‘What’s the point of paying so much for you to attend that ridiculously priced academy if they don’t even bother to teach you this!’

Flinching at the memory, he looks away, scooping out the cinnamon sticks from the pot of thickened liquid. “I can’t say no to her, alright?” He says finally, pleading for his friend to drop it.

Jay chuckles, grabbing three plates to help more. “Oh believe me, I’ve noticed that.”

Assorting the pancakes as Heeseung passes them over, he shrugs, that explanation seems reasonable enough..

“But..”

Heeseung sighs, shutting off the stove with an annoyed huff. “What? Spit it out.”

“I won’t lie, the way you treat her confuses me.” Jay says, sliding open a drawer to grab forks. “Like, if she told you to grab the moon for her, I have no doubt in my mind that you’d figure it out..”

Scoffing, Heeseung flips him off playfully. “Don’t be ridiculous, she’s—“

“Not your sister.” Jay interrupts with an evil smirk. “She’s just some girl you cater to like a pathetic dog? I’ve never seen you like that, with anyone.”

Heeseung’s glare intensifies, hating that he’s making you a cup of coffee exactly the way you like it as his friend points this out.

“Don’t get me wrong dude but,” Jay laughs, head shaking. “You even rushed out to buy her menstrual pads and heat suppressors last week. Aren’t you a bit embarrassed?! An unmated Alpha out in public purchasing that type of stuff is..”

“It’s not that big of a deal.”

“It is.” Jay clicks his tongue, reaching to smack the others shoulder. “This is the longest pussy drought I’ve seen you in, fuck man. I was actually excited for you when I thought you were getting some just now.”

“I have a lot going on right now, that’s all.” He shrugs, ignoring the way his dick twitches as if to disagree. “Haven’t even realized that it’s been awhile.”

“Dude, come on.” Jay grumbles, making a disgusted face as Heeseung decorates your stack of pancakes with a happy face. “You are literally her bitch boy.”

Heeseung lets out a fake laugh, middle finger lifted once again. “It’s not like that, she’s—“

“Not your sister.” Jay cuts him off again, leaning in to pat his back and whisper. “But you know what she is? Pussy repellant.”

Grabbing his plate he grumbles under his breath about not wanting to join the two of you over the disgusting breakfast you will surely have. “Not trying to ruin my meal with you cutting up her food and feeding her like some baby.”

Heeseung sighs, glancing back and forth from his plate of boring somewhat flat and crispy pancakes compared to the perfectly shaped golden fluffy ones on your plate. He really does prioritize you, maybe a bit too much..

“Mmm smells sooo good!” You say breaking through his thoughts, coming up behind him to loop around his waist and kiss the back of his shoulder. “Thank you Alpha, you always know what to do to make me feel better.”

Heeseung’s cheeks warm, patting your hands locked over his stomach. “Anything for you pup.”

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