AN: Hello friends! This is just some plotless smut, with the sole intention of being plotless smut.
Not to give anything away (but very much giving everything away), just some dirty talking and camera action. Hope you enjoy!
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"I'm bored," Harvey's voice comes up from above and she doesn't bother glancing at him.
They're on the couch, Donna's head resting on his lap as she watches the movie she put on not even twenty minutes ago.
"I'm shocked," she replies lightly, eyes still focused on the film.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means everytime I pick a movie you coincidentally get bored."
"Come on, Donna. The whole plot of this movie is the woman having to fly to Ireland to propose to a douchebag, and somehow she can't get there and we all knew, five minutes in, that she'll end up with the bar owner guy instead."
"Well, according to you, you knew you wanted to marry me from the second we met and we still waited out for that plot to unroll for thirteen years."
She's been teasing him about that lately. Everytime he complains about her making him wait for anything – dinner, her getting ready, hanging up on facetime with Rachel. He is completely certain she just likes pointing out that they're married now.
It's so recent he can't stop calling her his wife and she can't stop pointing out their marital state.
"Well," he grumbles. "At least I can come up with a better plot than that. And you're hotter than her."
Donna gasps loudly, sitting up to face him.
"Do not slander Amy Adams!"
Harvey chuckles. "What, you don't think you are?"
There's a pause. Donna ponders on her answer because she's always had a crush on the actress and she's just about to tell Harvey it just so happens that she finds Amy Adams extremely hot when he takes offense to her even considering it.
"You can't be serious!" He has never seen her admit to being second to anyone's beauty, even if he knows she often does that simply out of sass. But regardless, she is clearly so much hotter he can't believe this is the hill she is choosing to die on.
"What?" Donna shrugs. "She's hot."
"Have you looked at yourself?" He grimaces.
She laughs. "Yes, I'm hot too. It's just that Amy Adams–"
"No," Harvey cuts her off, grabs his phone from the coffee table and points it in her direction.
She blinks. "What… are you doing?"
"Filming you to show you how fucking hot you are."
Donna chuckles, then she smirks, eyes locked on Harvey's from above the phone in his hands. "Filming me being fucking hot, huh?" she tosses his words back at him.
She's expecting him to laugh at how she turned his words dirty, instead his eyes grow dark, lips slowly stretching into a seductive smirk. She immediately spots the intention in his face.
"Harvey…"
"Come here." He beckons her closer, voice low, phone firmly in his hand, filming her reaction.
"Not that kind of actress."
He laughs briefly. "Good. Because what we're about to do won't be acted at all. Take off your clothes for me."
She pauses. Looks straight into the camera for a moment, then she finds Harvey's eyes again. She sighs, slowly biting her lower lip as she tilts her head to the side.
Her fingers reach for the hem of her sweater and painstakingly slowly pull the knit up, revealing inch upon inch of her stomach, then her bra, and never taking her eyes off of his, until she pulls the clothing over her head, dropping it to the floor, and her hair cascades in messy flames over her back.
"So beautiful…" Harvey breathes out.
She stands before him, unbuttoning her jeans and shimming her hips to push them down her legs while Harvey watches and films.
"Get down," he tells her as he leans back on the couch, hips jutting forwards, spreading his knees around her. He unbuttons his pants.
"Are you trying to prove to me that you're the better screenplay writer?" she asks, kneeling between his legs, pulling Harvey's pants and briefs down and off.
"Relax, Donna, you're gonna like this movie." He smirks and winks down at her, taking his cock in hand, the camera fully focused on the downward view of her breasts.
Donna reaches for the remote beside him, muting the movie in the background, while Harvey starts palming himself, working on his semi hard erection. She interrupts him, trying to take his t-shirt off, her palms pushing the soft fabric up and sliding over the firm muscle of his stomach, and Harvey has to release both phone and cock to pull the shirt over his head.
She takes his cock in both hands, caressing and stroking and in no time he is fully hard and delicious for her. He's mesmerized between watching the act live and watching her through the screen.
His cock takes the first plane in the picture, looking even bigger in that angle. Her fingers are wrapped around him, the dark nailpolish contrasting with their skin. Then there's her in the background, eyes glancing down at his dick, her rosy lips parted, black lace covering her breasts and the shadow of puckered nipples trying to peek through the gapes in the pattern.
Then, she looks up at him, holds his gaze as she leans down, leaving a soft kiss to the tip of his cock that makes him sigh loudly. She lavishes attention all around his length; wet kisses that cover his shaft, inner thighs, sack; and then she holds his cock against his stomach and licks a long stripe from his balls, up the underside of his dick, to the tip. She traps his head between her lips and strokes it with her tongue in a frantic motion, sucking him and repeating the tongue movements.
Harvey moans and slides further down the couch, all focus on the feeling she's providing and on keeping the camera up.
He threads his fingers through her hair.
"Suck my dick, Donna," he prompts, pulling her head closer. "Take it all in."
And she does, sliding down his length, mouth stretched around his girth. Her lips glaze upwards and down again, sucking him on and on, until he stops her, fisting her hair while his dick is halfway inside the wet cavern of her mouth. She looks up at him.
"You look so good like this," he tells her. "Sucking my cock."
He pulls her head back by her hair, angling her so the tip of his cock pokes the inside of her cheek. He moves his hand to her face, letting his thumb stroke over the bulge, before he guides her down again, burying himself inside her mouth.
Donna's fingernails scratch up his thighs. She cups his balls in one hand, squeezing gently, while her other hand wraps around his base. She adds some speed to her movements, hands and mouth rapidly stroking him and she moans around his cock, looking right into the camera.
Harvey's growl ends in a chuckle. "You love this."
She sucks him a couple more times before freeing her mouth to speak. "Your cock? I sure do." She taps the wet tip against her lips to make a point.
Harvey smiles. "Yeah, that. And the camera."
She manages to circle her tongue around the ridge of his cock even while she smirks at him. "What can I say? I'm a performer."
"And a fucking good one."
He reaches behind her, her head buried in his crotch, and unhooks her bra. Donna stops sucking him to show off her breasts to the camera, cupping their weight in her hands, kneading and squeezing them together. Harvey reaches for them, mirroring her actions with one hand, getting a beautiful shot of her full, perfect breasts, and then pinching her nipple until she whines.
Donna leans even closer, holding her breasts in her hands and into Harvey's lap. She fits his wet dick in the valley of her breasts and presses them together, trapping him between the softness of her tits.
Harvey moans, a long drawned out fuck parting from his lips.
She moves her breasts up and down his length, raising a bit on her knees and then lowering herself back down. When she stops, Harvey pinches her nipple, pulling it forward while she aims a drop of spit to the tip of his cock, poking between her breasts. Then she covers it with her flesh and resumes her movements.
Harvey groans loudly, almost losing his mind at how hot she is. "Come on, let's go to bed."
Donna stands, but before she can leave he puts a hand on her hip, turning her around. She looks over her shoulder to watch him filming her ass. He kneads it in his hand, pulls the fabric of her underwear to bunch it in her cleft, kisses and bites one soft cheek before he slaps her quickly, and gets up so they can both move to bed.
He films her stretching naked over the covers, putting on a show for him. She tweaks her nippes, runs her hands softly over her skin, bites her lips and spreads her legs.
"You're such a show off." Harvey grins, capturing every movement.
"You say show off, I hear the star of this movie."
"You should hear hot as fuck."
She hums. "Babe, I think you should work on your lines."
"Okay, how about this. I want to bend you down on all fours and fuck that delicious pussy until you scream so loudly you blow up the sound."
She half laughs, half moans. "Very good, but you need to warm up to it. Leave the best to the ending."
"Okay so…" he crawls over the bed, handing the phone to her so he can pull her underwear down and spread her legs for him. "How about I start…" His tongue is broad and flat as it licks a path up the pale skin of her inner thighs to her slit.
She is spread open, glistening wet and so desperate for him it takes real effort to keep the camera steady, pointing at Harvey's face between her legs.
He drops a few open mouthed kisses to her wet outer lips, then repeats, "How about I start by telling you how beautiful your cunt looks, all swollen and dripping and all mine." He parts her lips with the tip on his tongue, tracing their shape, careful not to travel any higher. Donna trembles.
"I love the way you taste. And that you get this wet just by sucking my dick."
"Harvey…"
He slips his tongue down, circling around her entrance again and again, never once tipping inside and she films the movement of his tongue over her pussy, everything from her lips to Harvey's mouth, slick and glistening. His hands are large against her inner thighs, holding her open while he teases her.
"You love it when I eat you out, don't you?"
"Yes." Donna whimpers.
"Tell me."
"You eat me out so good, Harvey. I love it. I love your tongue and your fingers inside of me, and your mouth on my clit. I love you so much–"
She moans loudly as he sucks longly on her clit, the phone tumbling into the sheets when she loses control of her limbs.
Harvey parts his mouth from her, playfully slapping his tongue against the roof of his mouth in reprehension. "Don't drop the camera, babe."
She attempts to get the phone back, but he takes it first, holding it beside his head. "It's fine, this shot is way too pretty for me not to film, anyway." He flickers his tongue rapidly over her swollen clit, poking out from between her folds, and she wails and squirms into the bed, admittedly in no condition to hold that camera up.
He repeats the same move a few more times, until she's panting and right at the edge of coming, thighs trembling around his head. Then he changes the angle, holding the phone between her legs, where his head had just been, filming her spread pussy.
Donna leans up on her elbows to watch him and it's perfect because that way the camera captures his large hands rubbing over her pussy – slicking his digits in her wetness before pushing two of them inside –, but also her face in reaction – her lips parting in a delicious moan, eyes closed and head dropping back.
He films her pussy getting fingered, his thumb pressing over her clit, and then his head probably covers the shot as he leans down and captures her clit between his lips, but it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter because Donna wails and comes around his fingers and against his mouth, her fingers pulling painfully on his hair to keep him in place as she grinds up into his face, absolutely no control over the rush of her orgasm.
After he helps her ride down the waves of her climax, Harvey moves to prop the phone on the nightstand and then covers Donna's body with his. From the angle and close proximity, the camera doesn't get much more than their faces, but that's exactly what he wants. He wants a close-up shot of his tongue entering Donna's breathless mouth. He wants to film her fingers threading through his hair while she bites his lips that taste like her in desperate gratitude. He wants hours of footage of their wet kisses.
"Donna," he calls against her lips after a while and she hums in response. "Roll over."
She rolls onto her stomach eagerly and he adjusts the phone on the nightstand, changing the angle. Then he grabs her hips, dragging her down the bed and turning her to get a full shot of him fucking her.
Donna moans at the way he manhandles her body and, when he's satisfied with the position, she pushes her hips up, balancing on her elbows and offering herself to him on all fours, like he wanted.
"Fuck… you're so hot," Harvey groans, staring at one of his favorite views, kneeled behind her. He kneads her cheeks, opening her up to stare at her lips, wetness from her previous orgasm running down her thighs.
He takes the base of his cock, rubbing his tip against her folds and then sliding all the way inside her, dragging out moans from them both. He pulls back out and thrusts inside her hard, loving the sweet whimpers coming out of her mouth everytime he pounds into her, already thinking about listening to them back on the video.
His hands stroke over the soft skin of her ass; grab her hips; slide over to her waist; groping her while he fucks her deeply. He gets distracted watching his movements, cock hard and thick, sliding out of her, the stretch of her pussy around him. He wishes he was filming from this angle, but not enough to stop and get the camera.
"Harvey!" Donna complains on a strangled moan. "Faster!"
He grins, grinding his crotch against her ass, purposefully slowing down even more. "Hm? What do you need?" he teases.
Donna groans. "I need you to fuck me faster."
"I don't know, babe…" His hands slide down her body, cupping the weight of her hanging tits and massaging them. "I love taking my time with my wife."
She moans at the way he pinches her nipples and calls her his wife while maintaining a slow rhythm deep inside her.
He leans back, gripping her hips again. "You look so good," he tells her, finally speeding up his movements only to pull out and watch her walls squeezing on empty. "Greedy little hole..." he mentions softly before pushing back in and pounding fast enough to leave her panting and pulling on the bed sheets.
He tugs her back, making her kneel and lean her body against his front. His arms wrap around her delicate frame and he buries his mouth in her neck, sucking and biting and never letting up his thrusts.
"Play with your pussy for the camera."
"Oh fuck!" Donna moans, letting her head fall back into his shoulder while her fingers hastily move down her center, pinching her clit between her index and middle finger and then rubbing the swollen nub. Her other hand grips blindly back, fingernails digging into Harvey's hip, trying to hold on to something to endure the onslaught of pleasure.
Harvey grips one of her breasts, his other hand moving up her collarbones to wrap around her throat.
He doesn't squeeze, but he keeps her in place, unable to move, with the exception of her fingertips rubbing her pussy, her breathing restricted while she takes his hard pounding over and over again until she's screaming hoarsely, her body convulsing in pleasure and gripped tightly in his embrace.
He doesn't let up, fucking her through it, holding her body against him while he harshly thrusts up, until he can't take it anymore, the sound of her name mixing with his moans as he spills inside her.
Donna turns her face, finding his lips and sliding her tongue inside his mouth. They kiss, wetly and breathlessly, until he lets her go. Donna falls back into the bed and Harvey lies on top of her, sucking the sweat on the back of her neck.
"Get the camera," he mumbles, biting just beneath her ear.
She protests. "You are not…!"
"Come on, Donna!" Harvey purrs into her ear. "Everybody knows that's the money shot."
Not for the first time in the night, she doesn't know whether to laugh or moan.
"Seriously?" she asks, glancing back at his grinning face.
He kisses her shoulder tenderly and she can't resist him when he's like that. Or ever.
She groans, stretching up the bed to reach for the camera and handing it to him.
Harvey kneels, pulling her hips back with him, and she adjusts, folding her legs under herself, her ass raised at a perfect angle. He pulls an asscheek appart with one hand, focusing the camera at the shot of his still erect cock slowly sliding out of her, red lips licking his wet length as they part.
He waits a moment. Then he rubs his fingers around her clit and Donna moans, and squeezes, and then, ever so slowly, the perfect shot he wanted – his release slipping out of her, white and creamy, flowing out of her pussy and sliding down to her clit and the bed sheets.
He groans and doesn't stop recording until she's all done and he decides he should be forever crowned the absolute best at picking movies.