PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE (LANDO NORRIS X Y/N)
I did a poll yesterday and I had asked which driver I should write an smau with us Sabrina Carpenter's Please please please. Lando won, so here is the smau. I hope you guys enjoy it more than I enjoyed making it!! (I used Sabrina Carpenter mostly, except a few places where I got the pictures from pinterest)
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Tagged Y/BFF/user and McLaren
Liked by McLaren, landonorris, oscarpiastri and 4,657,982 others Y/N.Y/L/N So Y/BFF/user loves watching cars go fast, I on the contrary had my heart stop when I found out the speed they drove at. Thank you to McLaren for having us. It was the nicest experience, let's do this again some time. The drivers were so much fun, especially oscarpiastri, same sense of humour as Y/BFF/N.
user 1 I knew loving y/n was a queen move, she's so pretty. user 2 the crossover I didn't know I neededđđ user 3 I was at the race and when I said I was a fan she gave me and the others an autograph and we even took pictures!! the sweetest!!â¤ď¸â¤ď¸ user 4 I was also at the race and I saw her and Lando literally throwing themselves at each other and laughing at god knows what. user 5 user4 me too, I saw them whispering to each other and I think I saw them exchange numbersđ user 6 both of them follow each other now, idk what that means?? are we getting a new dad?!đ¤
Y/N was greeted by McLaren staff at the entrance and given paddock passes to enter. Y/BFF/N was looking around with big round eyes and almost screamed when she saw Lando and Oscar. They shook hands and went along with the engineers on a tour of the paddock. Y/N didn't understand most of it but she was happy for Y/BFF/N. Lando seemed to have noticed that Y/N was zoned out, so he tapped her shoulder, "You don't have to listen if you don't want to." Y/N apologised and tried to pay attention, alas Lando had other plans and decided to end her misery. He took her along to the drivers room, let her sit down and even got her an iced americano, her favourite!! Y/N thanked him with the conversation flowing like butter with the sprinkling of some flirting here and there. As Lando finished P3, he made sure to get Y/N number before she left for the night; a triumphant look on Lando's face.
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Liked by 34,765 others f1updates Y/N Y/L/N was in attendance at todayâs race at McLaren. P (Max's girlfriend's daughter) was seen taking picture with her. She wasn't the only one happy it seems because a certain driver couldn't get done with press and debrief without blushing every time he looked at her. He even ran back after the race to her in what every is describing as a race to get her number before she leaves. We hope to see more of Y/N now that she might become a wag.
user 7 can celebrities who don't care about the sport not come. đđ user 8 this page is supposed to update about the race not the racers livesđđ user 9 I think they look cute together, I haven't seen Lando blush like this everđĽ°đĽ°
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Liked by landonorris and 3,657,987 other Y/N.Y/L/N So happy to bring you the collection with Skims I've been working on since last year. You know how much of a big advocate I am of body positivity and control. I hope this collection brings joy to all the people who wear it, I hope you feel just as sexy as I did while doing the photoshoot
user 7 not Lando lurking in the likes user 8 user 7 he's not lurking, he follows her lol. user 9 she betrayed taylorswift for moneyđ¤Śââď¸. user 10 mother is mothering user 11 Y/N.Y/L/N can you adopt me?? I wanna be hot like you when I grow up Y/N.Y/L/N user 11 sure but you're already hot, I can see from the pfpđđ. user 11 Y/N.Y/L/N didn't just reply to me, i can die happy
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liked by Y/N.Y/L/N, McLaren, oscarpiastri and 1,456,278 other landonorris might not have finished podium but you guys get cute pictures of me
user 10 marry me Norris!!!â¤ď¸â¤ď¸đđ user 11 he's so cute and drivers fast cars, what a package.đĽšđĽš. user 12 its ok mate, better luck next timeđ user 1 not only did Lando like y/n post, y/n liked his back toođđ
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Liked by 15,798 others. y/nupdates Y/N was seen a few days back with a mystery man on the streets of London. Both of them looked very comfortable holding hands or kissing each other any chance they got. Is there romance in the air or is this another one of y/n flings? only time will tell.
user 2 guys, its Lando Norris, Mclaren's driverđł user 3 I can confrim its Lando, I saw them near big ben user 4 she hasn't released any new music in ages, focus on your workđŤđŤ user 5 user 4 let her have fun, you mood killerđ¤Ź
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liked by 3,490 others f1wagsupdates Lando Norris was seen getting up close and comfortable with a new girl on the beaches of Hawaii. Is a new grid couple on the rise??
user 6 you did not just call y/n a new girl?? đ¤Śââď¸đ¤ user 7 i think they are so cute!! I want what they haveđŠđ user 8 Lando needs to focus on the race now that Mclaren is doing so goodđ¤đ¤
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liked by Y/BFF/user and others popnews Y/N Y/L/N, singer and Lando Norris, McLaren's F1 driver were seen walking around the streets of Paris. This seems to be the third city the pair has been spotted being in love. Speculations say that they started dating after Y/N went to the race in March. Only time will tell what is going on between the two since they've kept their personal lives private since neither have been seen attending a race or a concert. We've tried contacting both their PR team but have gotten no response.
user 9 y/n best friend liked this, must be trueđ¤Ż!! user 10 both of them are so cute together!! can't wait for all the love songs y/n will writeđđ user 11 i hate it when bitches get with hot guysđĄ user 12 you can tell they both are in love. can't believe popnews reported, must be realđ
babygirlcore
Liked by lando.jpg, Y/BFF/user and others. babygirlcore that's why they say you should date an athlete, they got good stamina lando.jpg damn, i feel objectified babygirlcore I'm only with you for the looks, sorry you had to find out like this Y/BFF/N can't believe my bestie is dating my fav driver and I find out from the tabloid babygirlcore I'm sorry Y/BFF/N I would've told you but Lando wouldn't let me. lando.jpg don't drag me in this I'm innocent
Y/N.Y/L/N
Liked by landonorris,maxverstappen1 and 1,452,647 others. Y/N.Y/L/N It was so much fun performing at coachella. Thank you for having me. I've been touring for the past year, but this never gets old. I hope I get to see you guys at my concerts, tickets available in the bio.
user 1 seeing her live was a dream come trueđ user 2 the only reason I went to coachellaâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸ user 3 is it just me or was she winking and giggling at someone in the crowd??đ¤đ¤ user 4 user3 I saw it too, it's prolly LandođĽ˛đĽ˛ user 5 user4 it was definitely Lando someone posted pictures of them after the coachella user 6 can't believe this witch took my Landođ¤đ¤
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Liked by Y/N.Y/L/N, McLaren, f1 and 5,278,934 others. landonorris that first win feeling!! So thankful to McLaren for always believing in me!!
user 7 the most deserved winđđđ!! user 8 not Lando running to y/n as soon as he wonđđđ!! user 9 so rude, y/n won't even comment congratulating her boyfriendđˇđˇ carlossainz55 congratulations cabron oscarpiastri congratulations mate
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liked by lando.jpg and others babygirlcore the winner of Miami gp and my heart!! give it up for Lando Norris!! so proud of you baby, I knew you could do it!! can't wait to share more wins and watch you become the WDC!!
lando.jpg you're making me blush, love you baby!! Y/BFF/user can't believe I missed this historic moment Congratulations Lando!! Gonna have to take the year off so I can process these emotionsđđąđ¤Ż lando.jpg thank you Y/BFF/N
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Liked by landonorris, charles_leclerc and 3,765,983 others. Y/N.Y/L/N I've been working at the studio for a while now, can't wait for you guys to hear the new stuff I've coming for you. It's been so long since a new album. So, I'm happy to announce the release of my new album in a couple months. Can't wait to share it with the best people in my life!!
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user 7 let her cookđ𼚠user 8 can't believe Lando is her muse, the song is so Lando codedđĽšđĽš user 9 oh to be y/n and dating Lando, she hit the jack potđđ user 10 I'm so happy she's finally getting the love she deservesâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸đđđ. user 11 can they just come out and say that they are datingđđ. user 12 i'm working late cuz I'm a singer, the line of the century, play this at my funeralđ Y/BFF/user is this song about me babygirl Y/N.Y/L/N Y/BFF/ user always, you're my soulmateâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸đĽ°đĽ°đđ
Lando couldn't help but gloat to his friends and fellow drivers. How many people can say that their girlfriend wrote a song about them. The song made him soft and mushy so when Y/N walked through the door he tackled her into a hug. "you wrote a song about me" Lando whispered in her ear. "I did" y/n replied, "all my songs are about you darling" Lando's neck felt hot and his cheeks started to hurt from smiling to hard. Y/N looked at his face and smirked, "aww!! is little norris blushing??" Lando quickly moved away and turn his head towards the window. Y/N couldn't help but tease him and call him a sap in love. Honestly the biggest sap was Y/N since she was the one writing songs about her boyfriend.
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Liked by landonorris, charles_leclerc and 2,769,654 others Y/N.Y/L/N Heart break is one thing, my ego's another.
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user 1 mom said dad's not allowed to look anywhere else.đđđđ. user 2 what a power move y/n casting her boyfriend in the song about not fucking up the relationshipđđ. user 3 if that stupid vroom vroom guy fucks up, it's on sightđ¤đ¤ user 4 i don't get the hype, she aint even that prettyđ. user 6 i hope they break up, Lando is meant to end up with me đ¤Śââď¸ landonorris Thanks for having me on the music video, if you need help in the future lemme knowđđ Liked by the author user 5 Lando trying to be low key in the comments when we know he's being loved by the best girl Y/BFF/user I'm sending this to my boyfriend Y/N.Y/L/N Y/BFF/user I thought I was your boyfriend, am I the other one???? Y/BFF/user Y/N.Y/L/N sorry babygirl, it do be like that sometimes
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Liked by Y/N.Y/L/N, maxverstappen1 and 1,256,783 others. landonorris I'm not as good with words as she is. I never knew what love felt like before she walked into my life. So grateful to be the boyfriend of the most beautiful, kind, caring, loving and gorgeous girl. You're my forever person. I love you Y/N Y/L/Nâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸
user 1 if someone saw this. they'd think this was a y/n fan acc. user 2 y/n is barbie and Lando is just ken and he's happy if barbie isđŤđŤ. user 3 eww, she ugly, Lando could do so much better. carlossainz55 congratulations cabron!! happy for you charles_leclerc Alex want's to know if we can get tickets to her concert?? Y/N.Y/L/N charles_leclerc yessss!! tell Alex she can come to all my concerts oscarpiastri you would've thought he would shut up after getting with her but he has become insufferable. Y/N.Y/L/N take him away. He cries whenever you're not around. Liked by Y/N.Y/L/N Y/N.Y/L/N I love you too baby boy. You're my forever person too!! landonorris I'm so lucky to have you, love you mommyđđ.
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Tagged landonorris
Liked by landonorris, Y/BFF/user and 1,426,783 others Y/N.Y/L/N People keep asking why are all my songs about love, I look at them and say Iâve finally found my muse. He makes me so happy, Iâve never felt this way with anyone. So grateful for meeting him cuz I donât think I knew what being loved was like. Thank you Lando Norris for being the light in my dark times. I just wish my heart didnât give up every time you looked at me or got into that damn F1 car. But I think Iâll live. Love youâ¤ď¸đ
landonorris love you too. Liked by author user 4 what dry ass reply was that Lando, look at y/n comment's on his post Y/BFF/user landonorris does this mean free passes to the races forever?? landonorris Y/BFF/user obviously!! user 5 Lando is so blind, she's only using you user 6 they are so cute, they'd have the cutest babiesđĽşđĽş user 7 he's too good for her, i wish he was still with Luisinha user 8 y/n prolly watching every race to make sure her man is alive đ¤Łđ¤Ł
After hitting the post button on their respective accounts, Y/N found herself in Lando's arms with her head against his chest and his on top of hers. She wrapped her arms around his torso and took a deep breathe; "I love you so much, you know that, right?" Lando chuckled, âYou don't let me forget it, with being your muse and allâ She let out a sign of content and mumbled, "Just like the driver's championship you are P3 in my heart" Lando's face dropped, unwrapping his arms and pulling her to eye level, "what do you mean?" Y/N just laughed and said, "my parents and Y/BFF/N are P1 and P2 but am sure you'll become P2 if I write any more songs about you." Lando leaned in and kissed her, she pulled him closer as she deepend the kiss. Both of them happy where they were in each other's arms.
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PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT âââ cillian murphy â§đŚš
ŕłâ⡠âI am turned inside out by the ache in your voice, the taste of your tongue." â âAfternoon Masala: Poemsâ, Vandana Khanna
pairing. cillian murphy x actor!reader
summary. you and your co-star, cillian, are having a hard time performing a sex scene for your movie. they do say, however, practice makes perfect.
warnings. swearing, thigh-riding, creampie, p in v, unprotected sex, mentioned/implied age gap, probably inaccurate depictions of actor-life, mirror sex, slight breeding kink, kinda innocent reader(?), AU cillian murphy (not married/no kids), SMUT UNDER THE CUT!Â
word count. 4.5k
a/n. this is not in any way meant to disrespect cillians wifeđ i js made this a not married AU to be convenient!
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âCut - cut, cut!â The director repeated, his increasing irritation colouring his voice completely. âNow, I said it earlier, butââ
You scrubbed your face with a sigh, getting up off of Cillian and the desk, who was propping himself up by the elbows. âItâs not passionate enough,â you finished flatly for your director, who nodded earnestly.Â
âI promise, this is as tiring for me as it is for you. Remember,â the director continued, the script half curled in his hands and making a thin flapping noise, âitâs the culmination of six months of pining. Six months of taboo, unrelenting, electric tension. Nothing more than stares in class and brief touches- you are supposed to be bordering feral for one another.â
You, and your co-star, Cillian, were currently filming the first sex scene of a movie portraying the forbidden, toxic love affair between a barely 18 teenage student and her much older teacher. Well, not exactly filming- you werenât getting far with the scene, for the two of you just couldnât get it right. Or, as the director liked to say, passionate enough.Â
The role was already incredibly taxing, even without the added stress of the sex scene: it was 20 hour work days, living on set in a trailer far from home, having to devote at least half of those hours to filming this very sex scene, and had a perfectionist director like yours.Â
The problem was that it was long, and the director wanted it done in one take. Brilliant man, he was, and had a love for this project you wished every director had for theirs, but he was adamant on it being done perfectly. He said it was intended to be the âprimary and most iconicâ scene of the entire film, for it was the crux of the story; the point of no return for the characters.Â
âWith all due respect, Iâve never imagined such a scenario, much less had experience. Just how can you expect me to portray a student-teacher romance accurately?â
âThatâs your job: to imagine and perform.â The director demanded, obviously up to his ears in frustration.
Just before you retorted irately, Cillian cut in smoothly. âI think what she means,â he said, watching the veins in the directorâs forehead nearly burst, âis that itâs hard to perform because itâs not common. Sâeasy to act in love because thereâs love all around, yeah? We donât have much to go off of, visually.â
The directorâs gaze rapidly flitted between you and Cillian for a moment, before letting go of his anger and sighing wearily. âYouâve never even thought about a superior that way? Someone older than you?â he pressed, obviously joking and trying to lighten the setâs mood.Â
You paused, and tried not to look at Cillian, your blatantly gorgeous forty-something co-star who was chosen for this role firstly, because of his stellar acting and secondly, because of how fucking attractive he was.Â
His character was a total fucking creep, and you knew casting Cillian had been a calculated choice; all in the name of making the audienceâs guard come down to be smacked in the face by his immorality later. He was meant to be charming, handsome, and terribly, totally, off-limits: the object of completely forbidden desire, the line your character was desperate to cross.Â
It seemed the same in real life, too: the young inexperienced actress wanting to ignore those societal niceties and pine wholeheartedly over the middle-aged actor with decades of knowledge under his belt.Â
You werenât, like, in love or anything, but you certainly reveled in his presence: he was patient, kind, and completely understanding of your lack of experience, always guiding you through all the steps an actor takes during filming like when to take off hair and makeup, what best to say to family and friends prying for details- all the things, he said, he wished someone told him when he was first starting out.Â
You were afraid you two had unknowingly fallen into a mentor-mentee dynamic, but there were always those spare moments, between hearty fits of laughter and silly conversation that youâd never expected to come from such an intimidating man as Cillian, where his rough hands would brush past your waist, gaze dragging up and down your body, sounding sensual and provocative despite nothing dirty leaving his mouth at all.Â
He made your insides pulse, especially when your more intimate scenes came about, and you could only have a lusting womanâs pipedream that he felt the same.Â
You still remember the first sequence youâd done with him: in the movie, your characters met after-class to make up for a missed exam, and it was the start of their corrupt attraction. Cillian had been pressed against your back, leaning over you to pressuringly peer at the test, large hand gripping your shoulder. The air felt steamy then, his body warm, low voice making you feel lightheaded as he recited his lines.Â
You shivered at the remembrance of the moment, coming back to reality, and you answered the directorâs question with a vehement shake of the head.Â
The director let out a (strained) laugh, and smacked his palm lightly with the script, shoulders slumping. âOkay. Okay, weâll - weâll break for today. Take this extra time to imagine, research, anything- just practice the scene, alright? Practice makes perfect.âÂ
You and Cillian nodded simultaneously, giving eachother a look that just screamed âheâs ridiculousâ before tearing away from each other's stare to return to your trailers.Â
Later, you were getting ready to go to bed, peeling your freshly showered hair out of a small towel, when there was a knock at your trailer door.Â
âOne second,â you called out, pulling on your silk sleep shorts. You vaguely registered how awkward it might be to be seen in your pajamas if the director or one of your fellow actors came about, but you were way too tired to care.Â
You did care, however, self-consciously crossing your arms and covering your thinly-clothed chest, when you opened the door and there on the steps stood your co-star, Cillian.
Before speaking, he looked you up and down, icy blue eyes gleaming behind an unfamiliar pair of tortoise shell frames. âYou goinâ to bed?â he finally asked, tone husky.Â
His gaze lingered on the bare skin of your legs for a few seconds longer and you shifted uncomfortably, crossing your ankles together in a poor attempt to hide yourself.Â
âWhat do you need?â you asked briskly, more sharp than you meant it to be.Â
âSorry,â he corrected himself, shaking his head and finally looking you in the eye. âI meantâa come by earlier⌠got caught up. I know this, ah, sex scene is tripping us up, soâŚâ he trailed off, lifting up the white script heâd been holding behind his back. âYâup for some practice?â
You blinked rapidly at the simple, innocent request. Mere rehearsal, not some lecherous late-night escapade youâd been dreaming up in your mind. âOh⌠yes, of course,â you nodded numbly, moving out of the way to let him step in.Â
Only moments later, when heâd perched onto the edge of your vanity â looking uniquely casual in what you assumed was his version of pajamas: baggy gray sweatpants and a fitted, well-worn black t-shirt â did you realize the connotations of rehearsing your sex scene.Â
Sure, it was all pre-determined, every word youâd say and every action youâd perform, but still. Saying- and doing, such suggestive things after-hours? That was beyond your dirtiest fantasies.
However, you shook yourself internally: Cillian had come to rehearse the scene with professional intentions. Honestly, heâd probably done so because he was tired of you messing up the scene. He could do his own part masterfully, and you knew that if itâd been a better, more experienced actress by his side, filming wouldâve moved on ages ago.Â
You took shaky, tentative steps near him, settling on your bed, watching him flip through the scriptâ when he looked up and frowned.Â
âWhatâre you doing? Come here,â he gestured for you to come closer, almost a command. âWe donât have a desk, so we can use your vanity.â
You nodded, biting your lip and nervously complying with his words. âSo, weâll start from the beginning?â you asked, your voice -- and legs -- suddenly feeling terribly weak.
His eyes were still trained on the paper as he answered. âNot necessarily. The sex part sâreally the only thing weâre having trouble with, yeah?âÂ
You gulped, throat dry. âYeah, I guess so.âÂ
With that, he chanced one last look at the script, before diving into the scene. His actions were ones you were extremely familiar with, having attempted this scene everyday for at least a week now.Â
His body turned to yours, hands coming up to your jaw, and pressing your back onto the table slightly. He held you tightly, and made you look at him, while delivering his lines softly, memorable Irish accent replaced by his characterâs generic American one.
Jiltedly, you did the same, poorly remembering what you needed to say and dragging through it like some amateur. âFuck, sorry,â you cursed suddenly, tearing away from his touch and sighing.Â
He gave you a small, careful smile, immediately breaking out of character and taking a step away from the vanity. âNo need tâbe nervous. Practice makes perfect, right?âÂ
You snorted at his quoting of the director. âI just⌠I donât know what he means by passionate. Iâm trying to be professional about this but - but Iâve seriously never been in some steamy love-affair.â
âCanât really expect that of you, can we? Youâre too young, too muchâve a good girl for that kinda âting.â He said, hand coming up to your shoulder, the one where your silk tanktopâs spaghetti strap had slipped off, rubbing it soothingly.Â
You practically melted into a puddle at both the pet name and how the rough pads of his fingers brushed against your sensitive skin. You were so entranced you almost whined when he stopped and pulled up your fallen strap, but instead you wordlessly snatched the script that was dropped onto the table and found one of the lines, inhaling sharply and readying yourself.Â
Your hand came up to tug on the sleeve of Cillianâs shirt, as dictated by the script. âSir, please,â you whispered out in your characterâs high pitched voice, âI - I⌠want you to touch me.â
âThis is -- wrong. Iâm your teacher, and IâŚâ Cillian responded, swiftly back in character, the back of his palm grazing your cheek. âI gotta break your heart, darling.â
You looked up at Cillian, summoning crocodile tears to fill your gaze. âPlease. I need you.â Then, one of your clammy hands ran down Cillianâs chest as you spoke, like it did back on set. âI think of you, at night. I soaked through my shorts the day you scolded me.â
You heard Cillianâs breath hitch- his character, you reminded yourself. âFucking hell⌠I think of you in class, sweetheart,â he growled out perfectly.Â
So far, so good, you thought. It wasnât awkward, and was already miles better than the lackluster performances youâd given previously. You continued by leaning into Cillianâs touch, making him sit on the vanityâ the part of the scene youâd gotten to this morning, before the director called cut.
This time, however, Cillianâs actions differed from the ones he was supposed to perform: instead of petting the crown of your head, his fingers trailed down your hips, sending shivers down your spine.
âIâll be good for you, sir,â you recited, face growing hot as his hand inched closer to the curve of your ass. âYou can do whatever you want to me.â
Cillianâs gaze had darkened now, flitting over your features. He didnât say his line - or, had at least missed the timing, and you removed your hands from his body worriedly. âAre you alrightââ
Before you could finish your sentence, Cillian had grabbed you by the ass, switching your places and setting you down on the edge of the vanity.Â
âCillian!â you squeaked out, the only thing you could really say as you processed what exactly just happened. Your mind was swimming with confusion â and anticipation â as he stood before you, legs pressing on either side of your knees and trapping you on the vanity.Â
âImprov,â he promised quietly in his telltale Irish accent, a sly wink appearing on his sharp features.Â
You bit your lip, nodded, and repeated your line. You trusted him to guide you â and the rehearsal â because, as mentioned before, he did these kinds of things often. If he thought youâd act better if you sat on the vanity, youâd sit on the vanity.Â
His hand then pet your hair, the other hand coming up to your chin and making you look up at him. âWhatever I want?â he murmured, back on track with the script.Â
You bat your lashes at him. âEverything. Iâm yours.â
Now, this is where you thought Cillian would stopâ because after your line came the kissing and the touching and the heavy petting: all things you thus far hadnât filmed at all, because you couldnât even get the dialogue out right.Â
Instead, he leaned down and began to press hungry kisses down your neck, making you gasp.
âWhat are youââ
âShh,â he demanded softly, âit's all part of the scene, remember?â
You blinked dumbly, mouth opening and closing, unable to register a coherent thought or word. He said it was part of the scene but youâd read that script, and his teeth nipping lightly at your skin was not written anywhere within it.
But, you gulped down your thoughts, and belted out several more of your lines in tandem to his own. With his other hand gripping your thigh so tight you thought it might bruise, you were starting to think that maybe this was one of those lecherous late-night escapades you were dreaming of.Â
All youâd been doing was acting, like heâd asked, but still, you could see clear as day how thatâd affect himâ how easily it could be to succumb. After all, you were just barely restraining yourself from jumping his bones: how could you not, with his gorgeous face just inches away from yours?
Well, acting or not, youâd enjoy every minute of this.
When one of his hands began playing with the waistband of your shorts as he suckled on your pulse, that just right spot on your neck, you couldnât help the whimper that left your mouth.Â
However, the noise seemed to startle him; jumpshock him back to reality, and your suspicions became completely confirmed when he pulled away from you roughly.Â
âFuck, Iâmââ a pained grimace washed over his features, looking you up and down like he just realized what heâd been doing. âI donât know what came over me, Iâ shouldn��t⌠I shouldnât have come here tonight.â
You stared at him, body disappointed at the lack of touch, watching him press his pink lips into a conflicted white line. âWhat - what dâyou mean?â
His gaze coursed over your every feature, so intently you thought he was admiring your face. âI canâtâ we canât happen. Yâtoo young, youâre, youâre tooâŚâ
âThen we can stop. If thatâs what you want,â you murmured coyly, hand coming up to pick a piece of thread off his thin shirt. âBut only if you ask. Câmon, say it: I donât want you and I want this to stop.â
He groaned, biting his lip. âDonât do that. I canât do that.â
âDo what?â You tilted your head to the side.Â
âTease. Because you know I wonât tell you to stop. âCause I wonât be able to fucking control mâself,â he grumbled, before pressing a desperate, deep kiss to your lips, pulling you off the vanity and continuing down your chest.
âThen donât. Take me for everything I have,â you whined, following his every move and manhandling touch.Â
He breathed heavily between kisses. âSaying those kindsâa words with that pretty voice of yours⌠fuck, youâre doing things to me.âÂ
Your hands were trailing all over his body, and then you tugged his shirt off, desperate to feel him. He had similar thoughts, fingers dipping into your silk shorts and petting your hot mound.Â
âNeed you,â you panted, and, at your words, he suddenly tore off your silk shorts and panties in one clean go, making you shiver.
He then sat down on your vanity chair and roughly grabbed you by the hips to place yourself onto one of his thighs. The thick fabric of his sweatpants, taking in your wetness like a sponge, made you wince.
âGo on then,â he demanded darkly, âget yâself off on my fucking thigh. Show me how bad you need me.â
You bit your lip, face burning with shame at the order. But there was an aching need in your gut, and the way he crossed his arms, watching and waiting for you to get the hell on with it, had you clenching around his thigh.
Your hands gripped onto his shoulders, and you began slowly rutting against him, the soft fabric of his pants doing poor work for pleasuring your core. You pressed your face into his shoulder, screwed up at the lack of friction.Â
âCanât do it,â you whined, âPlease.âÂ
He rolled his eyes. âYou said you needed me. Youâve got me,â he gestured to his thigh, âso get to work.â Then, he suddenly flexed, making an unwarranted mewl leave your mouth.
You wanted nothing more than his fucking cock, but here you were, pathetically pleasuring yourself on his thigh until he allowed otherwise. You nodded resignedly, and dug your fingernails into his shoulders, starting to set a steady pace of grinding down on him, slowly building up the heat within your insides.Â
You were moaning now, vigorously dragging your hips against him harder, needier, feeling the pressure in your cunt grow hotter and more rampant.Â
âYâhear that?â He asked, one of his fingers tilting your chin back up to face him. âDâyou even realize how fucking delicious you sound, all needy fâme?â
You nodded, but werenât really paying attention: you were closer than ever, just moments away from falling off the edgeâ when Cillian stopped you.Â
âStop,â he spoke, voice filled with sheer lust, and you whimpered at the abrupt loss of momentum. Then, he got up, holding you against him by the waist, looking down at his sweatpants. âYou made such a mess⌠soaked all over mâpants.â
You didnât â no, couldnât respond to his musings, pressing your thighs together in an attempt to return friction to your needy pussy, biting down on your lip to muffle your breathy pants.Â
He noticed this, however, smirking and quickly pressing you stomach down onto the vanity. You caught a glimpse of yourself for the first time since your shower, and you flushed with shame: your eyes were heavy-lidded and dilated, lips pink and slick with drool, your brows in a perpetual knit.
You looked fucking filthy, and when you felt Cillian press his thick head to your entrance, something you hadnât noticed heâd pulled out, too enraptured in your dirty expression, you shut your eyes.Â
You were suddenly so much more aware of the situation: youâd fucked yourself silly on your co-stars thigh, the co-star who was twice your age. He now knew you werenât a talented aspiring actress, no, you were just a desperate little thing begging to be fucked.Â
âHey, hey,â He tutted in mock-disappointment, âopen your eyes, and fucking watch yourself. Itâll be good for our scene.â
You whimpered helplessly, obeying him and fluttering your eyes open, as he pushed his cock past your dripping folds inch by inch.Â
âOh my god,â you cried out when he finally pressed all the way in. You felt so full, stretched to the brim with his hardened cock, so deep his balls touched your sticky clit.
âSo fucking wet,â he commented, chuckling darkly behind you. You were totally slick, helping him enter you faster, but his cock was still a foreign intrusion to your inexperienced cunt: you were young, and had never been the type to âget aroundâ â at least not with the intentions of getting fucked so much you could take any length of dick easily.Â
You clenched around him, a groan leaving his mouth at the increased pressure around his cock, and he snapped into you, making you bounce forward as your lips parted with a sweet moan.Â
Youâd been focussed on his face, in the mirror, but Cillianâs hand suddenly tangled through your hair, grabbing a fistful of it and lifting your head to face yourself. âI told you to fucking watch yourself,â he spat, gripping your hair tightly. âyouâre the reason we canât wrap up, so do your job and fuckinâ practice.â
With that, Cillian started pounding into you, digging the rough pads of his fingers into your hip, and you wouldâve protested such a fast progression â having been given barely any time to get used to his long cock â but your expression was even worse than before, if that was even possible.Â
Your mouth was open, tongue out and panting like a fucking dog, your lustfully sticky spit spilling down your chin to your chest, and your eyes were rolling into the back of your head with each hearty thrust Cillian delivered you. The sounds you were making werenât helping your embarrassment either, all unintelligible mewls and needy whines for his cock.Â
âYouâve wanted me for so long, havenât you? I always knew what a filthy desperate girl you were, pressing up against me during shooting⌠those naughty hands on my thighs,â he snickered.Â
âNeeded you in me so bad,â you whimpered, nodding enthusiastically, barely able to register what you were doing now with the pleasure washing over you and clouding your senses. Your back was arching into him, sucking in his cock and never wanting him to leave despite the mind-breaking ecstasy that was coming from his pounding.Â
âJust look at your dirty fuckinâ face⌠so pathetic.â he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek; sweet and lovely, a stark juxtaposition to his unrelenting rutting and degrading words.Â
You whined at his words, but you knew they were true: youâd never seen yourself get fucked, always too busy with, well, getting fucked, but seeing yourself in the mirror like this had you unexpectedly hotter than before. There was just something about it, your face unabashedly contorting around the pleasure, Cillianâs hands snaking up your body as he rammed into you in the background.Â
Kind of like your own personal porno, you thought offhandedly, and you wondered how itâd affect you if you filmed yourself. Hopefully, with Cillian.Â
His other hand then came up to your folds, spreading them apart so he could see himself disappear into your hole. âFuck, your cuntâs so perfect,â he growled, his head falling back, losing himself in the pleasure.Â
The orgasm building in your gut wasnât like the one when youâd been grinding down on his thick thigh, no, it came faster, making you sweat and your knees shake. You wanted more, and you gasped out âfaster,â and âharder,â to Cillian, needing him in the stick spongy spot deep in your cunt.Â
âPlease,â you begged without any expectation of a real answer or action, âplease, Cillian, please.â
He did go faster, though, to your apparent shock, both hands coming to your thighs to steady himself. âSo needy,â he grumbled, pushing himself deeper and more swiftly into you, feeling how deliciously your fleshy walls tightened around his new pace.Â
With that, your high came just as quick, hitting you like a fucking freight train and making you scream out his name. Your orgasm wrecked you, made your vision go white and your thoughts stutter to a complete halt, and you vaguely made out Cillianâs proud hum, whispering âGood girl,â in your ear.Â
When you came to, your head was hanging low, your eyes blown out, lips puffy. Cillian was still thrusting into your worn-out pussy, but it was more jilted, shaky and needy.Â
âCome in me,â you pleaded suddenly, gripping the vanity to keep your trembling legs up, âfill me up, please, make your come spill out of me.â
âGood god, girl,â he groaned, pounding one last thrust into you before letting go, his cock pulsing around your wet core. He was pressed up to you so deep you could feel him shoot his load right into your cervix, and you grinned weakly, a sweet image of you: knocked up with his kid, your cunt so young and fertile youâd get pregnant from just about anything from him, entering your mind.Â
After a moment, he slipped his softening cock out of your filthy cunt and picked you up by the waist to set you down on the vanity and keep you from falling onto the floor.Â
âThank you,â you mumbled, looking up at him through your lashes. You then bit your lip, feeling his thick load of creamy come ooze out of your used hole onto your vanity.Â
He noticed too, letting out a satisfied groan, spreading your legs lightly, before collecting himself on his finger and pushing his come back into your cunt. âSuch a good girl,â he reiterated, going back to being sweet and petting your hair, doting on your weak form, looking deep into your eyes.Â
You swooned at his delicate actions. âIs this a good time to say I like you?âÂ
He laughed, all adoringly. âItâs as good a time as any. I like you, too, if itâs any consolation.âÂ
âBut you, yâknow⌠you said I was too young,â you reminded him, frowning slightly.Â
He sighed, gaze drifting away nervously for a moment before coming back to you. âThat I did, but, well⌠if you wanna take this old man for a ride before I keel over,â he shrugged.
You couldnât help the laugh that belted out of you, his words so ridiculous and completely not based in reality. âOh, sure,â you said, shaking your head, lips still in an amused tilt, âyouâre mine, old man.â
Before he could speak, probably say another stupid joke, your hands wrapped around his neck and you pulled him toward you, pressing a soft kiss to his plump lips.Â
âI like you like you, okay?â You whispered, sounding incredibly juvenile but twice as heartfelt, your tone wavering and self-conscious. You were bearing your heart on your sleeve here, okay, acknowledging feelings you thought should never come to light.Â
His hands came up to your face, gently holding you. âGood thing I like you like you, too.â
ii.
âCut!â The director called, and you swore you felt your heart drop to the floor. Fuck, you thought, mind racing, what went wrong this time? Was it the kissing, or the hands in the hair?
However, the director came up to you and Cillian and let out an uncharacteristic shriek of delight. âPerfection,â he said simply, bordering on catatonic with how content he was.Â
Your shoulders slumped with relief, and you leaned into Cillian, who was subtly dancing his fingers across your thigh. âItâs finished?â you asked, breathless with excitement.
The director nodded. âThat was electric, needy, tense, delicious, passionate, so, so passionate,â he continued with a gasp, hands clasping together tightly. âYou are two of the most amazing actors I have ever worked withâ you are incredibly talented, so convincing Iâd have thought you did sleep together.âÂ
You preened at his praise, but not without looking up at Cillian, meeting his gaze and barely keeping your expression happy and neutral and not at all warm at the thought of the other night's events.Â
As the director went off rambling about the utter masterpiece the movie was to be, Cillian trailed behind you off the set, murmuring lowly in your ear, âI guess practice does make perfect.â
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