Porno!Verse - Fic 1
TITLE: Porno!Verse (because I'm creative like that)
PAIRINGS: Merlin/Arthur, Arthur/others (well he is a porn star)
RATING: NC-17
WORDS: This part is 1300
GENRE: Modern AU, porn/shameless smut
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
WARNINGS: Porn - in more ways than one, voyeurism
SUMMARY: Arthur is a famous porn star and Merlin is an on-set lighting techician, observant, pervy, and hopelessly in love.
A/N This is the latest creation of my sleep addled mind: A PORNO VERSE. I wanted to do a verse, and I wanted to do a fic where Arthur was a porn star, so TA DAA.
This verse is probably going to be a collection of unnumbered one-shots. They’re all going to be quite short (1000-2000 words each) and just something I can add to when I feel like it. This is the fic that sets everything up.
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Porno!verse
1. The Star of the Show
Merlin often wondered what his life was coming to. Today was no exception.
As he seemed to spend a worrying amount of his time doing, he was hovering quietly in the shadows of the room, watching the day’s events unfold with barely disguised eagerness. He wasn’t sure why, considering it was nothing he hadn’t seen numerous times before, but there was just something…different - enchanting even - that prevented him from tearing his gaze away.
No, not something. Someone.
Merlin had seen Arthur Pendragon in action more times he could count, both live and in the comfort of his own living room, but the graceful bow of his back, the hoarse cry of his voice, and the tight flexing muscles of his stomach, never ceased to mesmerize him.
Today his co-star was tall and thin, as dark as Arthur was fair, but relatively new to the scene, considering Merlin had only seen him around a couple of times before. He seemed to be following Arthur’s lead, hoping for guidance, his movements somewhat stilted and unsure, particularly when compared to his co-star’s own effortless grace.
Most people wouldn’t be able to tell the difference, but Merlin had been in the business for over two years, and considered himself somewhat of an expert. He could tell when all the actors were uncomfortable or in pain, often before the directors could, with perhaps only one exception. As much as he watched Arthur, and even studied him with frightening intensity, Merlin had never seen the blond portray anything but extreme pleasure in front of the camera.
Merlin supposed that was why Arthur was so successful in the porn industry. He was always calm and collected, wanton and unattainable, completely at ease with whatever they threw at him, whether it dirty, painful or embarrassing. Or at least that’s the way he appeared to Merlin, who had worked on films with him various times in the past.
He doubted Arthur would ever recognise him though. He was a lighting technician, paid to work behind the cameras, to blend into the shadows. He did his job quietly and efficiently, never causing a scene and never making a fuss.
But despite his relative invisibility, he was able to know and witness things most other people did not. He often found it strange that he knew such intimate details about the porn stars he had never really spoken to, and at first, had found watching them work incredibly awkward and uncomfortable. He had only initially taken the jobs because nothing better had been available, especially for a technician as new and inexperienced as himself, but the work was easy, the money reliable, and it allowed him to gain invaluable knowledge in the movie industry.
But despite his initial reluctance, he was now relatively comfortable within his role. He enjoyed watching good-looking men - Arthur in particular - kiss and caress each other, bodies arching, mouths connecting and cries mingling. He had worked with so many porn star’s he could even identify their different styles, what they enjoyed and what they didn’t, and how fast or slow they preferred it.
Arthur however, was somewhat of a mystery. Merlin knew his body like the back of his hand, which felt oddly stalker-ish considering he’d never even touched it, but knew nothing of his personal preferences. The blond only ever did whatever the directors asked him, always without complaint, and never revealed anything personal about himself.
Merlin supposed that’s what made Arthur so intriguing to him. Well, that and his stunning good looks, he supposed.
He often wondered if Arthur’s co-stars knew how lucky they were, to be able to touch and kiss Arthur’s long tanned body at will. To be able to run their fingers over the ridges of his spine, down the dips of his muscles, and through the tresses of his hair. Merlin often found himself imagining it, when he returned home for the night, alone and aroused, plagued by dreams of bright blond hair and smooth tanned skin.
Even now, watching Arthur perform with his latest co-star, made his stomach tighten with envy. The dark-haired man - Owain, if Merlin remembered correctly - was placing sloppy kisses down the column of Arthur’s exposed throat, fingers digging into the soft skin of his hips, leaving deep crescent-shaped marks in their wake.
It looked quite painful to Merlin, but the blond was mewing in pleasure, tilting his head in order to give the camera a better shot. His eyes were closed but fluttering incessantly, his bare legs hooking over Owain’s back, pulling him impossibly closer, wanton and desperate, always the competent professional.
The director practically preened in approval, gesturing wildly in a language Merlin could not understand, suitably impressed with Arthur’s unparalleled skill and professionalism. He clucked and cawed, his voice unrecognizable in his excitement, the only distinguishable word being his chastising squawks of, “Owain! Owain!”
And it was poor Owain who appeared to be holding up the shoot, slowed by his hesitance and inexperience. He seemed reluctant to take the lead, allowing Arthur to guide him and the increasingly exasperated director to bark orders every few moments, prompting movements that were stilted and awkward.
However, despite the commotion, Merlin was so busy watched the blond, unblinking and entranced as he always was, that he barely noticed.
Arthur’s legs were spread and his body tilted upwards to Owain’s gaze, opened wide for the camera, thighs coated in their mingled sweat, glistening mouth-wateringly in Merlin’s bright lighting. His head was angled back, throat bared, with his blond hair falling off his face, which was moist and flushed with exertion.
From his place at the back, Merlin could even see between the long muscled legs, a sight which he’d wank over for weeks to come, imagining how it’d feel to be pounding into the tight wet heat. The lighting, perfecting positioned, even allowed a glimpse of Arthur’s red puckered hole, lubed with oil, shining slightly as he moved.
Merlin stayed mesmerized by the sight for several moments, watching with excitement, arousal and envy, just as Owain trailed his hand down past Arthur’s stiff, red cock, and slipped his fingers into the tight ring of muscle. The blond mewed, his back arched, and he fucked himself down onto Owain’s hand, pleasure written over his face.
However, his expression stayed frozen throughout the shoot, even as Owain fucked him, thighs slapping into his ass cheeks and nails clutching at his arms. It was an expression of perfect pleasure, mouth open, eyes glazed and forehead crinkled, but it never changed or altered, no matter what Owain did to him.
It made Merlin wonder if the blond did enjoy it as much as he seemed, or whether he was just a very good actor, calm, collected and completely unflappable.
It made him wonder what it would really be like to make Arthur purr in pleasure, to make him arch in uncontrollable want, and to make him cum repeatedly through multiple orgasms.
And Merlin vowed one day to find out.
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A/N I just…dunno. Why do I think of these things?! I worry for myself sometimes.
Oh well! I hoped people enjoyed it! If I continue the one-shots, they will definitely become proper Merlin/Arthur, rather than Arthur/others, but this one-shot sets everything up ;) Please comment, I’m worried that I’ve written something that is just a bit too weird. XD
Fic 2: Don't Give Up Your Day Job
PAIRINGS: Merlin/Arthur, Arthur/others (well he is a porn star)
RATING: NC-17
WORDS: This part is 1300
GENRE: Modern AU, porn/shameless smut
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
WARNINGS: Porn - in more ways than one, voyeurism
SUMMARY: Arthur is a famous porn star and Merlin is an on-set lighting techician, observant, pervy, and hopelessly in love.
A/N This is the latest creation of my sleep addled mind: A PORNO VERSE. I wanted to do a verse, and I wanted to do a fic where Arthur was a porn star, so TA DAA.
This verse is probably going to be a collection of unnumbered one-shots. They’re all going to be quite short (1000-2000 words each) and just something I can add to when I feel like it. This is the fic that sets everything up.
***
Porno!verse
1. The Star of the Show
Merlin often wondered what his life was coming to. Today was no exception.
As he seemed to spend a worrying amount of his time doing, he was hovering quietly in the shadows of the room, watching the day’s events unfold with barely disguised eagerness. He wasn’t sure why, considering it was nothing he hadn’t seen numerous times before, but there was just something…different - enchanting even - that prevented him from tearing his gaze away.
No, not something. Someone.
Merlin had seen Arthur Pendragon in action more times he could count, both live and in the comfort of his own living room, but the graceful bow of his back, the hoarse cry of his voice, and the tight flexing muscles of his stomach, never ceased to mesmerize him.
Today his co-star was tall and thin, as dark as Arthur was fair, but relatively new to the scene, considering Merlin had only seen him around a couple of times before. He seemed to be following Arthur’s lead, hoping for guidance, his movements somewhat stilted and unsure, particularly when compared to his co-star’s own effortless grace.
Most people wouldn’t be able to tell the difference, but Merlin had been in the business for over two years, and considered himself somewhat of an expert. He could tell when all the actors were uncomfortable or in pain, often before the directors could, with perhaps only one exception. As much as he watched Arthur, and even studied him with frightening intensity, Merlin had never seen the blond portray anything but extreme pleasure in front of the camera.
Merlin supposed that was why Arthur was so successful in the porn industry. He was always calm and collected, wanton and unattainable, completely at ease with whatever they threw at him, whether it dirty, painful or embarrassing. Or at least that’s the way he appeared to Merlin, who had worked on films with him various times in the past.
He doubted Arthur would ever recognise him though. He was a lighting technician, paid to work behind the cameras, to blend into the shadows. He did his job quietly and efficiently, never causing a scene and never making a fuss.
But despite his relative invisibility, he was able to know and witness things most other people did not. He often found it strange that he knew such intimate details about the porn stars he had never really spoken to, and at first, had found watching them work incredibly awkward and uncomfortable. He had only initially taken the jobs because nothing better had been available, especially for a technician as new and inexperienced as himself, but the work was easy, the money reliable, and it allowed him to gain invaluable knowledge in the movie industry.
But despite his initial reluctance, he was now relatively comfortable within his role. He enjoyed watching good-looking men - Arthur in particular - kiss and caress each other, bodies arching, mouths connecting and cries mingling. He had worked with so many porn star’s he could even identify their different styles, what they enjoyed and what they didn’t, and how fast or slow they preferred it.
Arthur however, was somewhat of a mystery. Merlin knew his body like the back of his hand, which felt oddly stalker-ish considering he’d never even touched it, but knew nothing of his personal preferences. The blond only ever did whatever the directors asked him, always without complaint, and never revealed anything personal about himself.
Merlin supposed that’s what made Arthur so intriguing to him. Well, that and his stunning good looks, he supposed.
He often wondered if Arthur’s co-stars knew how lucky they were, to be able to touch and kiss Arthur’s long tanned body at will. To be able to run their fingers over the ridges of his spine, down the dips of his muscles, and through the tresses of his hair. Merlin often found himself imagining it, when he returned home for the night, alone and aroused, plagued by dreams of bright blond hair and smooth tanned skin.
Even now, watching Arthur perform with his latest co-star, made his stomach tighten with envy. The dark-haired man - Owain, if Merlin remembered correctly - was placing sloppy kisses down the column of Arthur’s exposed throat, fingers digging into the soft skin of his hips, leaving deep crescent-shaped marks in their wake.
It looked quite painful to Merlin, but the blond was mewing in pleasure, tilting his head in order to give the camera a better shot. His eyes were closed but fluttering incessantly, his bare legs hooking over Owain’s back, pulling him impossibly closer, wanton and desperate, always the competent professional.
The director practically preened in approval, gesturing wildly in a language Merlin could not understand, suitably impressed with Arthur’s unparalleled skill and professionalism. He clucked and cawed, his voice unrecognizable in his excitement, the only distinguishable word being his chastising squawks of, “Owain! Owain!”
And it was poor Owain who appeared to be holding up the shoot, slowed by his hesitance and inexperience. He seemed reluctant to take the lead, allowing Arthur to guide him and the increasingly exasperated director to bark orders every few moments, prompting movements that were stilted and awkward.
However, despite the commotion, Merlin was so busy watched the blond, unblinking and entranced as he always was, that he barely noticed.
Arthur’s legs were spread and his body tilted upwards to Owain’s gaze, opened wide for the camera, thighs coated in their mingled sweat, glistening mouth-wateringly in Merlin’s bright lighting. His head was angled back, throat bared, with his blond hair falling off his face, which was moist and flushed with exertion.
From his place at the back, Merlin could even see between the long muscled legs, a sight which he’d wank over for weeks to come, imagining how it’d feel to be pounding into the tight wet heat. The lighting, perfecting positioned, even allowed a glimpse of Arthur’s red puckered hole, lubed with oil, shining slightly as he moved.
Merlin stayed mesmerized by the sight for several moments, watching with excitement, arousal and envy, just as Owain trailed his hand down past Arthur’s stiff, red cock, and slipped his fingers into the tight ring of muscle. The blond mewed, his back arched, and he fucked himself down onto Owain’s hand, pleasure written over his face.
However, his expression stayed frozen throughout the shoot, even as Owain fucked him, thighs slapping into his ass cheeks and nails clutching at his arms. It was an expression of perfect pleasure, mouth open, eyes glazed and forehead crinkled, but it never changed or altered, no matter what Owain did to him.
It made Merlin wonder if the blond did enjoy it as much as he seemed, or whether he was just a very good actor, calm, collected and completely unflappable.
It made him wonder what it would really be like to make Arthur purr in pleasure, to make him arch in uncontrollable want, and to make him cum repeatedly through multiple orgasms.
And Merlin vowed one day to find out.
***
A/N I just…dunno. Why do I think of these things?! I worry for myself sometimes.
Oh well! I hoped people enjoyed it! If I continue the one-shots, they will definitely become proper Merlin/Arthur, rather than Arthur/others, but this one-shot sets everything up ;) Please comment, I’m worried that I’ve written something that is just a bit too weird. XD
Fic 2: Don't Give Up Your Day Job