#flim student!reader

She licked her lips, mirroring his smirk, “You know… I feel like I should leave you with something to keep you above water. Don’t want you to forget about me while I’m gone.” Strolling to her dresser, she let her hips sway, giggling as his head tilted to the side to get a better view of her ass. She picked one of the video recorders up, neatly organized among a row of cameras and photography equipment, and walked back to him, placing the device in his hand. “Time to show me what you got. You’ve watched me long enough to know what to do,” she winked mischievously at him.

He gulped, his eyes widening, “You mean… you-… you wanna make a home movie?”

She shrugged with a grin, “Figured it’s better than you watching porn for three months or ruining your phone when we FaceTime.”

She had never seen a wider beam on her boyfriend as in that exact moment. “God, I love you.” He cupped her cheeks urgently, pulling her close to his lips, entangling her in a scorching kiss. His tongue darted over his lips as he opened the camcorder, his eyes focusing on the screen. He rushed eagerly around their bedroom, closing the curtains, putting some scarves on a few lamps, and lighting a few candles to get the ambiance just right.

“Very impressive,” she teased him, letting out a small laugh.

He focused the lens on her, watching her intently on the little screen as he pressed ‘Record.’ “Strip for me, baby girl,” he ordered her with the broadest smirk.

“As you wish, director Winchester,” she grinned, her smile brighter than the sun as she slowly pulled down the thin straps of her dress, the material flowing down to her waist, only leaving her in a red lace bra. Hooking her thumbs into the elastic, she pulled down the rest and stepped out of the fabric that pooled around her ankles.

His teeth dragged over his bottom lip as his emerald orbs roamed her body, the scarlet lace hugging and accentuating her curves just right. She watched in amusement as his large hand wandered to the growing bulge that pressed against his jeans and palmed it with a hunger in his eyes.

Her hands moved to her back, seductively removing her bra and flinging it to the side. Taking a few careful steps closer like a hunter stalking his prey, one of his hands started to trail up her body, fingertips ghosting along her smooth skin until it reached one of her breasts. He rolled the hardened bud between his thumb and forefinger, holding the camera in his other hand at just the right angle. His mouth then sucked in her tit, tongue rolling over the nipple, eliciting several whimpers from her. His free hand then moved inside her panties, two thick fingers swiping through the slick that had already gathered. “So, wet for me already, huh, sweetheart?” he hummed, glancing up at her to see her reaction.

“Fuck, babe,” she moaned softly, changing into a slight whimper when she felt the loss of his fingers.

With a sly smirk, Dean took a step back again, his chin motioning to the bed, “Get on the bed for me and pull those panties down. Wanna get a good shot of that pussy, baby girl.”

“Yes, sir,” she hopped onto the bed with a compliant nod, lying down flat on the mattress before propping her knees up and spreading her legs to get the best angle for him. She lifted her hips slightly as she slowly removed her ruined underwear, throwing it teasingly at her boyfriend’s head.

Chuckling at her antics, he shook his head a little, getting on his knees on the carpeted floor in front of the bed for the perfect shot. “Touch yourself for me, sweetheart,” he demanded, his eyes focusing on the screen as two of her fingers reached her little bundle of nerves, circling it. “That’s it. Keep going. Such a good girl for me,” he praised, his hands opening his own zipper to free his aching length from its uncomfortable confines. “Need some help?”

“Please,” she cooed, biting down on her bottom lip.

He joined her on the bed, kneeling between her legs, placing the camera in her hands. “Keep this steady for me, will ya?”

“Hey, I’ll try,” she giggled with a shrug. Knowing the man, the myth, the legend as well as she did, there was no way she wouldn’t be shaking in a few minutes. Removing his shirt too, her eyes glanced at the screen, drooling over his toned chest and the little freckles he had there. Watching him position himself between her legs, he wrapped his strong arms around her thighs to tug her closer to his mouth. A shiver ran down her spine as his tongue licked a stripe from her cunt to her clit, trying her hardest to keep the camera steady.

Her back arched as his tongue dipped into her tight channel, the tip gliding along her walls before his lips sucked in her sensitive nub. His soft chuckles at her moans sent vibrations throughout her whole body, electricity coursing through her veins at his bidding. “Man, this is gonna be your worst movie ever, sweetheart,” he teased her, laughing slightly as she quivered above him.

“God, shut up,” she panted with a small giggle, her chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. “I have a good excuse,” she managed to choke out.

Carefully, he took the camera out of her hand again, sitting up on his knees, letting her ankles rest on his broad shoulders. He swung the camera to her face, framing her just above her breasts. “Time to cum for me, baby girl. Wanna see that pretty face you make over and over again when you’re gone,” he told her, a devilish gleam twinkling in his eyes. With his free hand, he moved two fingers into her dripping pussy, feeling her clench around his thick digits in an instant. His palm rubbed deliciously over her clit while his fingers curled just right at her sweet spot as he began to finger-fuck her.

His hard, long dick brushed between her things, adding more to her pleasure, thinking about how good it would feel as soon as his cock would stretch her open and split her in half. “Fuck, baby, so good. Please don’t stop, Dean,” she whimpered. Chewing on her lips, she moaned louder and louder, her hands fisting the bedsheets harder and harder, the more he sped up his movements inside of her. Her vision went white with ecstasy, wetting his fingers with her juices as her walls squeezed around them.

Removing his fingers, he licked them clean with a grin, turning the lens onto himself before lying down next to her for a close-up on her face. He admired her blushed, hot cheeks, caressing them gently, the sweat slightly gathering on her forehead as she smiled at him. “Your turn,” she smirked and jumped off the bed, kneeling down in front of it.

“Fuck,” he breathed when he realized her little plan.

“Gotta give you a good show. Can’t leave out the blowjob scene, can we? It’s a classic,” she wiggled her eyebrows.

“No, we cannot,” he agreed, coming to stand in front of her.

Licking her lips with a devious little grin, she fisted his cock, pumping him slowly. Her mouth sucked in his balls, her tongue playing gently with them, making the man hum above her, relishing in the pleasure she was providing him. She licked her way up on the underside of his shaft, her tongue deliciously following the vein before her lips wrapped around the tip.

She dipped her tongue in his slit, teasing him a little. Dean took in a sharp breath, trying to hold the camera steady on her as she hollowed her cheeks and took him in fully until her nose hit his pelvic area. She gagged around his thick cock, the head touching the back of her throat, saliva escaping the corners of her mouth and drooling down her sides. Her tongue swirled around his tip as she came back up and then suddenly stilled, flattening her tongue, letting the weight of his cock rest on it.

Understanding the cue, Dean’s hand combed through her hair, grabbing a fistful of it for a provisional ponytail, and gave it a slight tug that stung divinely on her scalp. Bucking his hips back and forth at a leisurely pace, his eyes mesmerizingly observed his spit-glistening cock move in and out of her mouth on the tiny screen. “That’s it, baby girl. Taking my cock so well. Love that pretty mouth of yours,” he cooed, teeth holding back his lower lip as he sped up a little. Every thrust, every choke, every tug made her moan around his length, feeling her own arousal drizzle down her thighs.

Exhaling sharply, he pulled her off with a pop before he’d shoot his entire load into her mouth. He needed to get every possible angle for their little home movie first before that could happen. How else would he be able to survive months without her?

His pillowy lips captured hers in a sensual kiss as he helped her to her feet, her arms wrapping around his neck. He guided them towards the bed without breaking the kiss and swung her around so her back could hit the mattress. Dean, however, kept standing firmly, moving her ankles up to his shoulders again. He focused the camera on his dick, fisting it a few times before lining himself up with her entrance. He pushed into her tight channel slowly, groaning at the feeling of having her wrapped around him so perfectly.

“Fuck, Dean,” she whimpered as he was buried deep inside her. “Please move.”

“Patience, sweetheart. I’m making art here,” he smirked devilishly. He leaned down to kiss her lips, bending her in half in the process. He chuckled softly at the salacious moans that escaped her throat as he went even deeper with his little move, hitting her cervix before pushing himself back up. Deciding not to torture her for too much longer, he started to move his hips, accelerating his pace gradually until he relentlessly pounded into her. The room filled with pornographic noises and slapping skin, both of them playing it up a little for the sake of art as he held the camera firmly between her legs.

“Fuck, I’m gonna… Dean,” she cried out loudly. She didn’t wait for his answer, her climax taking off, her back arching off the mattress.

“Shit,” he cursed, feeling his own high approach as her walls squeezed his throbbing member. With a few swift moves, he pulled out of her and flipped her onto her belly. “Scoot a little up for me.”

She followed suit, his knees hitting the mattress behind her as he swung the camera over her ass, his hands roaming her globes. He gave one of them a quick smack with his palm, making her yelp in delight before his lips pecked the reddening cheek quickly. She lifted her ass higher, spreading her legs apart further for him to perfectly slide in behind her.

“Dean!” she squealed, erupting into giggles as she felt his tip trying to slot into her butthole, “Wrong hole, babe.”

“Whoops,” he chuckled, his cheeks blushing slightly as he pulled back, lining himself up at her pussy this time. “Reads a little different on camera.”

“Uh-huh, I’m sure,” she teased him before she felt him bury himself deep within her cunt again, filling her to the brim. One hand rested firmly on her hip, holding her in place as they moved in sync to the same rhythm. Wetting one digit a little, he circled her butthole to tease her a bit. Hearing the dirty little giggles that escaped her lips, however, he pushed the tip of his finger in, feeling her clench around him harder. “Ffff-fuck, Dean,” she moaned.

“You like that, huh, baby girl? Wanna cum for me again?” The grin on his face couldn’t have been broader. She had always been so damn responsive to his every touch. Removing his finger, his hips started to snap against hers at a relentless pace. It only took a few seconds before she could feel the dam break once again, crying out loudly into the pillow.

Feeling his own climax coming as her walls pulsated around him, he slowed his thrust down a smidge. “Where do you want it, baby girl?” he groaned, voice deep, strained, and raspy.

“All over,” she smirked under ragged breaths.

Pulling out of her quickly, he flipped her onto her back again. His hand pumped his throbbing cock twice, shooting hot ropes of cum on her stomach and up to her tits with a grunt, catching everything on film. Pantingly, he let himself fall next to her on the mattress, still filming their post-orgasm glow. With one finger, she swiped a bit of cum off her breasts, licking it off with her tongue before grinning broadly into the camera. “I love you,” he told her, a loving smile gracing his pillowy lips.

“I love you too,” she replied, matching his smile. He pulled her in for one last heated kiss before shutting the camera off for good.

“Damn girl, Hollywood ain’t never seen a movie like that,” he let out a laugh, green eyes gazing deeply into hers.

“This better not land on any porn sites, Winchester,” she warned him with a playful giggle, raising her brow.

“As if I’d be sharing my little cock slut with anyone,” he shook his head with a smirk, pecking her lips once more.