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Aaron Hotchner x Camgirl (Plastic Doll) PART 20

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Warnings: makeup smut! ☺️ talks of addiction, alcohol use, cursing. I think that’s it. Oh. Size kink ☺️

You hadn't expected him to be so eager to meet you at your house after. He was already in the driveway, five minutes early but somehow right on time. You'd been truly thrilled the entire ride home, shuffle playing in to your stellar mood, because you couldn't think of a more appropriate song to start the night with.

"Sugarpie honeybunch

You know that I'm weak for you

I can't help myself

I love you and nobody else"

You turned the music down before cruising through your neighborhood and that's when you'd spotted his car, him leaned against it admiring your home. You pulled in the archway behind him, gathering your things. He was already at your door so he could open it for you.

"How'd things go?"

"We went so far over our projected sales. The amount of reservations I made for people tonight was insane. We'll be booked half the summer." You stepped out, letting him help you of course. Now that you had his attention again, you weren't ashamed to admit how much you'd missed it. And him. Jesus, he hadn't aged a day. He looked young and carefree and so sleek in his black slacks and matching black dress shirt. You were crazy for him in all black and part of you thought he'd planned it for the evening.

"I love hearing you like this. You sound so happy."

The truth was, you were. You always found a way to be happy. After you left him at the hotel in New York, you went back to the house and decided you were turning it into your future. It wasn't until Dave showed up with some clues about your past that you decided what you wanted to do.

"There's a reason channel 54 brings you so much joy, and it's not just the cooking."

When you met him, you had no idea, not until you saw the way his eyes crinkled up just like yours when he laughed, or how his own laughter sounded eerily similar to yours. You didn't piece everything together until later that evening when Dave called to ask if you were okay.

"He didn't even know who I was."

"He did. But sometimes what's already known doesn't need to be explained. You made it this far without him. You can go even longer."

"Sorry to have you out so late," it was almost 11 pm, and he preferred to be at home when it got dark. You knew being up and out this late wasn't the norm for him but you appreciated his efforts to see you regardless. He hadn't pried or pushed when you left. He knew if things were ever going to be talked about, they'd be on your terms.

"I don't mind at all."

His sincerity and overall joy to be seeing you was more than you had bargained for. You had prepared for this conversation for a long time but now anything you had planned to say seemed irrelevant. You only cared about who he was now, and what the reality of things had done to him as a person. You wanted to know if he'd moved on, secretly. But by the looks of things, moving on was the last thing on his mind.

"Let me show you where I spend all of my time."

✨✨✨

It was a big change from her little 4 foot balcony from when we were neighbors. It was a covered porch, so she'd stay dry and could watch the stars or weather no matter what the condition. It was very much her style, with pink beanbags and giant comfy pillows everywhere. Her fuzzy pink rug was on the concrete floor, and her stereo was in the corner. Twinkling pink lights hung from beam to beam, giving the place a glow that radiated her entire personality. We were on her loveseat on the wall, watching the rain that had just decided to come in. It was light, still a sprinkle for now, but the weatherman had predicted storms for the next few hours.

"I feel like it should be implied, but I can't stop thinking about how proud I am of you."

The pink lights couldn't hide the color to her cheeks, and the way her body turned slightly towards me. Every inch felt like miles, slowly closing the gap between us until I could feel whole again. I knew it would take time. I could wait a little while longer if that's what she needed.

"Thank you, Aaron. It feels right. I'm really happy with what I'm doing."

"This is a lot to take in," I admitted, and she nodded in agreement.

"Do you want a drink?"

"Coffee, maybe, if you have it."

She rolled her eyes playfully and led me to the massive kitchen. Same pink coffee maker, same pink coffee cups, she may have left, but she was still exactly the same as I remembered her. She made us both a cup of coffee and I let her show me around. Most of the rooms were still empty, but she had a plan for everything. I had planned on staying as late as she'd allow me, if she didn't want me to leave, that was okay too. I felt pathetic in a sense, dangling by an invisible string that was attached to her affection. I didn't care how I looked or seemed to anyone but her.

"Can I apologize? Would you listen if I did?"

She stopped in her tracks, turning around to look at me. We were nearly on the porch again, stood beneath the threshold of the door.

"You don't have to apologize. I'm actually sorry for making you feel like you had to keep who you were a secret. I understand why you did it, especially after I told you about William. But I need you to know that I would have loved you either way. I was just really confused, and I was angry with you. I don't even know if it was anger. I was just sad that you loved me but put me through hell."

Looking back now, if I would have just told her the truth in the beginning, we could have still been together. For how long, I wouldn't know. A year ago, I still wasn't as ready as I should've been to be committed to someone. But after much needed therapy and time to get my emotions in order, I'd done some changing and I was ready to be what she needed from me all along.

"You leaving helped me to realize I needed help that no one but a professional could give me. I needed it long before I met you, but I wasn't ready to admit it then. It took me losing you to realize I had a lot of things I needed to work on before I tried to be with someone seriously."

She looked like she wanted to ask a million questions, but she just nodded, leading me to the loveseat and trying her best to get comfortable in her dress.

"I'm glad you did that. It's good to have someone to talk to. I did the same thing. I had a lot of growing up to do," she said finally, patting her lap as if to turn the conversation into a more upbeat direction.

"What have you been doing? Fill me in," she was smiling behind her coffee mug, listening intently as I rehashed some of the things I'd been working on. I'd started cataloging and formatting some of my cases into books, planning to publish them for research at the Academy, so I told her about that, and helping coach Jack's soccer team for the summer. She seemed to like the idea of me doing things like that with Jack. She always thought it was important that I was a good father. I had forgotten what a good listener she was. She was interested in everything I had to say, no matter how mundane or bleak the details were.

"I'm glad we can do this and it just feels normal. I... I'm sad that I lost you as my best friend. We did everything together and I told you everything and I miss that. I had no clue how much until now."

I offered her my hand and there was no hesitation when she took it. She gave it a sweet, gentle squeeze as we sat in comfortable silence. The fact that we were able to sit here together casually after everything we'd been through and there wasn't any tension or awkwardness. We had battled our demons and won, and now we were different people. Different people with the same strong, soul-tying feelings.

"I'm here now if you still need a best friend," I whispered, tightening my grip on her hand. I didn't want her to let go.

"Ditto."

Shortly after we fell into conversation about how she'd ended her channel. She auctioned off all of her props and costumes and stashed the money away while she went to school.

"Do you ever miss it?"

She shrugged, letting herself get a little more comfortable next to me. She was right at my side now, letting me drape my arm over her shoulder and rest on the sleeve of her dress. It was innocent, mostly.

"I miss the way it made me feel. I miss the ego boost and the confidence that came with it. I still filmed for a bit after I quit, just out of habit. It just made me feel really good about myself, and that's a high that I haven't found since," she chuckled, bravely bringing her hand to rest on my thigh. She checked my face immediately after to make sure she hadn't crossed any boundaries. I sat my coffee cup on the table so I could cover my hand with hers, just barely brushing her skin with my fingertips.

"Do you need an ego boost? Because I can certainly help with that," she could have me right back on my knees for her in seconds; it wouldn't take much. As if she read my mind, her lips barely brushed the sensitive skin of my neck, instantly lighting me on fire.

"I may just take you up on that offer," she purred, her nails dragging lightly against my palm. I was a sucker for her nails anywhere she'd use them on me.

"I want you to know I haven't... There hasn't been anyone else," there never would be, not as long as she and I could exist in the same universe.

"Same goes for me. I just don't think it was the right time for us then," she looked up at me through her lashes, waiting for me to agree with her.

"Doesn't mean we can't try again."

It was her turn to nod, nails using just a bit more pressure on my skin. I couldn't wait to be underneath her again.

"Can I come closer?" It came out in a whisper, and I patted my lap in response.

"You can come as close as you want, sugar." I couldn't hide my excitement as she climbed into my lap, pulling her dress up to expose her thighs so she could straddle me comfortably. I wasn't sure what to do, so I let my hands rest on her hips, gently pulling her forward to my chest. She let her head fall to the crook of my neck, kissing me delicately, as if it were the very first time. She would drag her lips across my skin, making goosebumps appear on my flesh in no time. Once I felt her tongue lazily tracing my jaw, smothering me with affection until her lips were hovering on top of mine, I was bucking my hips into her, groaning at her satiny figure against my tense, needy body.

She rolled her hips against mine before our mouths met, a years worth of longing behind that first kiss. It felt like being right at home, exactly where I was meant to be.

"Taste so good," I planned to shower her with compliments every opportunity that I got. She replied by swirling her tongue against mine, insatiable as we both craved more.

"Help me with my dress," she pleaded, standing up abruptly and turning around so I could make quick work of her zipper. She had on a matching baby blue set that fit her perfectly, heels still on her feet as her dress fell to the floor. Her body was somehow the same but better than I'd remembered, her absense causing me to appreciate her more now than I ever had. Her heels put me at eye level with her sex, so I leaned forward and pressed a pattern of kisses above her panty line, peering up at her as she shivered.

"I missed you," she breathed, weaving her fingers in my hair. I gripped her ass harshly, bringing her forward so her pussy could feel the heat of my mouth, salivating at the thought of slipping my tongue through her.

"I missed you, sugar. Can I show you how much? I'd love to take these off," I hooked my fingers in the waistband, letting them fall down her calves as I admired her.

"I'm going to lay you down right here against the cushions, get you comfortable," I did as promised, letting her situate into the corner of the sofa. I toyed with the straps on her heels before undoing them completely and letting them land on the floor. I unbuttoned my shirt, making a spectacle of removing the cuff links she'd gotten me forever ago and placing them on the table behind me. The smile she wore told me all I needed to know as I reached forward to remove her bra. Being able to have her partially outdoors and completely naked was a new experience, one I'd waited a long time to be able to do safely.

"You're a work of art," her nipples were stiff under my tender touch as I toyed with them, letting my hands roam her body.

"I really want this to work," she panted, eyes wide as I used my fingers to spread her open where she wanted me most. I tapped at her clit with my fingertip, earning a hiss in response. She was already making a mess on the blanket spread beneath the loveseat, months of deprivation making her weak for me.

"Me too," I pressed my thumb to her clit and watched in sheer ecstasy as she writhed beneath me, a string of profanities falling from her puffy, pink lips. A tiny increase in pressure had her hips bucking off the sofa and her sweet whimpers getting lost in the night air.

"So needy for me. You smell so sweet, sugar. You taste even better. I could never forget how you taste," I latched my tongue around her throbbing bundle of nerves, letting myself celebrate having her back in the most erotic way. An extremely slow, delicate swipe of my tongue made her arch her back and beg me to do it again. Once more and she let herself come back to me completely, moaning my name as she shook.

"Will you use your fingers too? I need you so bad, Aaron," she sounded desperate, staring down at me.

"Anything you want, sweet girl. All you have to do is ask."

✨✨✨

You were experiencing the most sensual form of euphoria: Aaron's face nestled between your legs. His chin was resting on your thigh as his fingers kept your swollen lips spread open. The lines between his actions being for your enjoyment or his own blurred more with every loving swipe of his tongue against your most sensitive spot, followed by the gentle flick of his finger. He was in a trance, exploring new ways to touch you, experimenting with you purely for the knowledge of pleasuring you. You knew even if you wanted someone else that no one would've compared to the man on his knees, exploring every inch of your glistening pussy like he was going to be quizzed on making you orgasm in the future.

"I missed how sensitive you get, look at you, clenching around my fingers and I'm not even using them," he kissed your clit and had your legs shaking, and your eyes rolling back until you saw spots. His fingers began to pump in and out of you, slowly at first as he just watched your reaction, and as soon as your chest began to heave and your breathing became shallow, his lips latched around your clit and his tongue flicked mercilessly at you, bringing you to a new high as you brought your hands to the back of his head. His rhythm was slow and steady as his fingers got slicker, slipping into you with ease and his mouth working to lap up every drop of your arousal. His pupils were blown out completely, his hair a disheveled mess on his head.

"Love it when you go slow like that," you murmured, lost on a roller coaster of pleasure that seemed to have nothing in store but crescendos. Just when you thought surely he would want you to help him satisfy the growing bulge in his pants, his tongue found a new pattern to trace on your clit, or his fingers would work in synchronization with his tongue and bring you over the edge in an embarrassingly short amount of time and he'd be so proud of himself that he had to try again. He was obsessed with you, there was no other way to describe it.

"I know you do, gorgeous. You have the most perfect pussy. You could keep me up all night if you let me stay right here, just like this," his words were melodic, like poetry, sweet erotic words meant to make you his in the most primal, possessive way.

"You always know exactly what to say," you praised, earning a low chuckle from him in response. He was so sexy, so confident. He went above and beyond to make sure he knew every way you enjoyed being touched, which made every experience with him a unique one.

"I just missed you so much. I hope you'll have me back for good." He didn't give you a chance to respond before he was making you cum again, fucking you with his fingers curled up inside of you and his tongue disappearing between your folds.

"I'd really like that. I was thinking, fuck, yes, just like that, please, maybe we could go on a date this weekend," his own moan rippled through you and made the butterflies erupt in your stomach. It was a sexy thing to witness: a man who received so much pleasure from using his mouth on you. You doubted he would be like this with anyone else; the look of bliss on his face and the lengths he went to in order to satisfy you were especially for you, and that was incredibly obvious.

"I'll take you anywhere you want to go," he assured you, and you believed him. The way he looked now, blinded by his infatuation for you, there wasn't a doubt in your mind that he'd do anything you asked. You wanted to scold yourself for falling for him so easily, technically a third time, but you'd been alone and without him for far too long. It didn't seem fair to deprive yourself of who you truly wanted, not now that you'd been able to accomplish everything else.

"Will you take me to the bed?"

He was already scooping you up, letting you taste yourself on his lips as his kisses overpowered you. You were hooked already, your nails scratching at his back, making him moan into your mouth. He rutted his hips against you for any sort of friction, groaning at the idea of feeling you again after so long. You felt it too; in fact, if there was more room to spread out and take all of him comfortably from here, you wouldn't wait. He opted to carry you, so you gave him directions, giggling the whole time.

"I've missed that sound so much," he paused to pin you against the wall, his hands hooked under your knees and your back flat against the wall. You reached between your bodies and unclamped his belt, unbuttoning his slacks and letting them crumple in a pile at his feet.

"I can't wait," you told him, knowing he would never be able to say no to fucking you against the wall. He held you up with ease, his frame so much larger than yours. It was one of the most attractive things about him; he was huge in comparison to you. In fact, the first day you'd seen him in the park, you'd fantasized about this exact scenario: him fucking you against the wall.

"Impatient. Let me take care of you. If you'll hold onto my shoulders, I'll just fuck you right here," getting his boxers shoved down was tricky but once his dick sprang free, he was lining himself up with you, meeting your eyes to make absolutely certain you were sure you wanted him.

"Please don't make me beg."

Just like that, he found a home in you, reminding you just how much you missed the feeling of him situating inside of you. He released a shaky breath before he slid out of you completely, pounding into you before you could whine at the loss of contact. Your nails marked up his shoulders as he found his pace, steady, rough. Everything about this was possessive; he was reclaiming you, and letting you do the same to him. Your only thoughts were each other as the frames on the wall rattled and shook, but they hadn't fallen yet. He had no plans on slowing down, he simply fixed his stance and situated his knee under you so he didn't lose his footing.

"So tight, sugar. You take my cock so well. Have you missed me?" Truthfully you weren't sure how you'd lived without him now that he was satisfying you in the best way possible, his free hand rooted in your hair and the sound of his hips meeting your flesh was echoing in the hallway and bouncing off the walls. You'd been waiting for the day that the universe brought you back together again, and here he was, giving you heart shaped eyes as you clenched around him and screamed his name.

"Such a good girl," he'd fulfilled his promise of an ego boost, he'd gone above and beyond. You felt more at home behind the walls of your home with him finishing inside of you with a shudder than you had in the three months prior. You prayed he'd follow you to your room and hold you after the experience you'd just had. He slowly helped you to your feet, kissing you before stretching his arms out. He pulled up his boxers and kicked his pants off the rest of the way, wasting no time in scooping you right back up and carrying you towards the direction of your room.

"You'll stay, right?" He laid you on the bed, crawling in after you, the bedside lamp the only thing lighting the room. He was already tugging the blanket over your bodies. Silly question.

"I'm staying. You think I'd miss a sunrise with you after being away from you for a year?" The smile you wore was a clear indication of how the future was looking as you curled into him for the night, him already halfway asleep with his arm tossed lazily over you waist.

✨✨✨

It was still dark when I smelled her brewing coffee, so I wandered downstairs, wrapped in her sheet still. It was early May but it was still chilly for early morning. I made a cup of coffee and knew where to find her, curled up on the loveseat and waiting for me.

"Good morning, sugar."

She patted the empty space next to her so I wrapped us both in the sheet, watching in awe as lightning crashed in the distance.

"I'm surprised you didn't wake me."

"This is a quiet storm. The rain will come later. We're only open for dinner shift this weekend, if you don't have plans today." She leaned into me and I took a deep breath of her; faded hints of peony and earth, she smelled like the most beautiful parts of the outdoors. She smelled like a beautiful garden, waiting for someone to come along and admire her ethereal beauty.

"Great, we can make breakfast together and watch a movie. If it isn't raining too bad, we'll go out for lunch."

She made a satisfied hum of approval before she pecked my cheek, lost in thought as she watched the light show around us.

"It's like no time has passed. This feels so right, Aaron. I can't ignore how normal this feels."

"I'm really grateful that you were willing to give us a second chance," words would never be able to convey how grateful. I'd been a real downer without her, and everyone suffered because of it. The only person I masked it around was Jack; everyone else got the regular, sullen Hotch.

"We're both really different now. Hopefully this time around, no one gets hurt."

There would be no sunrise, not with the rainy weather. Instead, there were quiet cuddles, soft sips of coffee as the rain pattered against the roof.

"Did you think about me?"

My question seemed to surprise her, but I was curious. I needed to hear that she'd missed me as much as I'd missed her.

"I looked for you everywhere. But I made a deal with the universe that I wouldn't come searching for you. That if we were going to come back together, it would be when we were ready."

"Serendipity," I said finally, and she laughed lightly, taking my hand.

"I got everything I could ever want and it wasn't enough because I was still missing you," she sighed, resting her head against my shoulder. She'd never have to battle another stormy day alone again. Now that there were no secrets between us, there was nothing stopping us from having a happy life together.

"I'm here now, sugar. I still have your stuff at my place. Both of our lists are in my office still," it was the last bit of her I had sexually; I looked at her list all the time. Every fantasy she'd been willing to give me was a good enough reminder for me that she'd be back one day, and I shouldn't throw it out. So it stayed in its original spot, under the calendar in my office.

"You kept them?! We may have to add to them now," she chuckled, using my side as an escape from the storm outside. It had gotten humid, the sheet clinging to both of us as the sky lightened just a fraction. No amount of time with her would ever seem like enough after a year of separation. I'd constantly be trying to make up for lost time.

"Whatcha thinking?" She was gazing up at me, trying to read my emotions, trying to see what kind of headspace I was in without prying too much.

"I'm just sorry we lost a whole year." I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her in closer, as if it would keep her around for longer if I just didn't let go.

"Don't look at it like that. We took a year to figure things out. Our relationship before was based on a lie. Maybe not directly, but now there's nothing but truth. Just don't keep secrets from me again."

She was so understanding, it made me regret so many things. If we would have just talked...

She didn't give me time to ponder my mistakes further. She was pulling me towards the kitchen, and the memories of the last day I got to spend with her flooded back in a flash. The day she left, it hadn't truly sank in. It wasn't until the next day when I stepped onto the balcony and saw that all of her stuff was gone that I realized how badly I'd fucked up.

"Dave, she's moved already," I was frantic, my spare key no longer turning the knob and unlocking her door. That's when it hit me; it wasn't her door anymore.

"I promised her I'd stay neutral. I also promised not to try to convince her to talk to you. She'll talk when she's ready, and things will be fine."

I ran my hand through my hair, tears streaming down my face. How'd I miss her come in and leave so suddenly? I'd taken the day off work just to make sure I didn't miss her coming in. I had to explain myself. There was nothing I could've done after we arrested Watts to get her to stick around. She was gone before the sun came up, waving goodbye after writing her witness statement.

"I'm not asking you to convince her of anything. I don't even know why I called."

"Because you're heartbroken, and you need a friend. I'm here for you, Hotch. But I'm here for her too. I know both sides of the story, and they're bad. Im going to tell you the same thing I told her, if you're meant to be together, it's not right now."

I hated how illogical waiting for destiny to happen was. I hated that she lived a fortune cookie, coin-toss life that I was no longer a part of. She'd be fine waiting for whatever was meant to be, because that's how she'd spent her entire adult life.

I was already struggling, and it was obvious when I ended my conversation with Dave and began drinking before ten AM. I turned my radio as loud as it would go to her favorite station and listened to all of her favorite music for the duration of the day. I let myself cry, and feel sorry for myself for most of the day. I started to feel a tiny bit better until the storms started, and the power went out.

I wondered where she was and what she was singing to distract herself. I knew she was probably terrified and I felt like shit because the one person in my life I wanted to protect, only needed to be protected from me. In the end, she was safer with the storms.

A month later and I felt no different. I quit drinking profusely, but only because my health was suffering. I was losing weight, wasn't keeping anything down but alcohol. I was running late to work more mornings than not, until finally Strauss suggested that I just work from home. I didn't know how to explain to her that being trapped in my apartment all day was somehow worse than being in the office. The new neighbor was quiet. She was friendly enough, knocking on the door and politely introducing herself when she started to move her things in. Beth, that was her name. She'd told me when she introduced herself. We were about the same age. In any other circumstances, I would have flirted with her to ease some of the pain I was feeling.

Instead, I opted to hate a total stranger because she lived in an apartment that would only ever belong to one woman, at least to me. Anyone else who lived there was simply borrowing it until she decided to come back.

I'd known her for all of those months and never introduced her to Jack. I never even offered. It was for the best, so he didn't have to miss her too. Jessica noticed my change in behavior and offered to step up with Jack until I could recover. I was thankful for that.

Three months in, Reid was at my door. His concern stemmed past the relationship, towards deeper waters that I was uneasy about at first. It wasn't until he opened up to me about his struggle with addiction, and the warning signs that something is consuming your life that I realized I had a problem with alcohol. It had started to become unmanageable, and if I didn't pull myself out of my slump, everyone would suffer.

"Wanting to escape isn't uncommon. But there's a healthy way to do it," he assured me, sitting down with me at the kitchen table. I explained what had happened in detail, and it was a relief to get it all out to someone who would be objective no matter what.

"She didn't actually say the words, 'we're breaking up' but I'm pretty sure he moving away implies that we're broken up," I sniffled, sipping my coffee. My hands wouldn't stop shaking, despite the warm weather, my entire body was chilled.

"Hotch, she really doesn't sound like your type. The whole serendipity belief system doesn't really go with your logical personality."

"You don't understand. She's everyone's type. And I decided all I can do is wait."

He shrugged, tapping his finger against his coffee cup. He was holding back for my sake. What he really wanted to tell me was that she'd move on far quicker than I would, and I'd be left wondering until I saw her out, and got closure for myself. The wait was going to be torture.

"Would you really wait for someone to come back? What if it takes—"

"I don't care how long it takes, Spencer. Unless she tells me otherwise, I'm hers. I don't want anyone else."

That night, I was having coffee on the balcony when Beth made her reappearance. She walked to the railing, coughing lightly as if I should say something. She wanted an apology for my being rude earlier in the week.

"Are you always this friendly?" She asked with a chuckle, reaching out to tap my shoulder. I backed away before she could touch me, turning toward her to get a better look. She wasn't unattractive, in fact, she was exactly my type. Composed, light-hearted, professional to an extent. But I had no interest in being friendly with the new neighbor.

"I'm sorry about our rude first encounter. I'm Hotch, but I'm not exactly up for company."

"Well, Hotch, maybe I could change your mind?"

I rolled my eyes, turning towards the door.

"I'm not the one, Beth. Goodnight."

It got a little easier after that. We avoided each other mostly, but occasionally she'd try to make small talk just to be polite if we were in the hall or stuck in the elevator together, but my replies would be short and as formal as possible. The lack of affection from anyone was making it harder to ignore the woman who obviously wanted my attention.

But I continued to do it, despite not knowing if she was out there ignoring other men too. No one would tell me if she had anyone new or not.

Six months in, I was desperate, tired. I almost caved when Beth slid an invitation to a dinner party under my door one night, but instead, I slid it right back under hers so she'd get the hint that I didn't want to be bothered by her. It was a constant battle, caving to the woman next door or waiting for who I really wanted. When I finally decided to step through the doors of a Therapist's office, and brought the idea to his attention, he assured me anyone I could get with now would just be a placeholder if I hadn't truly moved on.

He recommending staying single until I got the closure that I needed. He also recommended not to rush in if she came back, but it would be impossible. How would I ever resist her after being parted for so long, especially if she was willing to have me back?

"Aaron, you're letting the pancakes burn," her giggles broke through my thoughts, bringing me back to reality. I'd almost forgotten we were even making breakfast in the first place.

"Sorry, sugar. Got distracted."

Her arms made a home around my waist as she squeezed me tight from behind. She could sense that even though things seemed fine, and we were back together, things still weren't 100%.

"If you need more time—" I cut her off; I'd had more than enough time alone. It was just so surreal that things fell so easily back into place. I wasn't as trusting of the universe as she was.

"It's not that. I just hope we're making the right decision by getting back together."

I felt her arms drop from my sides and I turned around abruptly, hoping I hadn't already screwed up.

"If you have any doubt whatsoever, you should go."

Go? That was the last thing on Earth that I wanted to do, but I had to be smart. I had to be careful, so I didn't wind up alone again.

"It's not doubt. It was just much faster than I expected things to go."

"Then we can slow down. We'll do breakfast and save the date for another time."

She came to take over at the stove, so I took her seat at the bar, watching as she floated effortlessly around the kitchen. By the time she'd finished, she hadn't said a word. She let her music play and the rain pour down outside, but she'd stayed as quiet as a mouse. She sat a plate in front of me and was joining me shortly after.

"I didn't mean to make you upset."

She shook her head, picking at her food. She didn't even seem upset. She seemed devastated.

"I thought— I don't know what I thought. That we'd just be able to pick up where we left off, and things would be fine, but if any part of you doesn't want to do this again, you should let me know now so I can distance myself. Because you know how I am. I'll dive right back in with no hesitation."

"I know that. I do want this, trust me. I just need a little time to process is all. You're back, and that's a big change from how I've spent my days for the last year."

She nodded, pushing her plate away. Her mood had changed drastically, but she still seemed okay.

"Want to call me tonight?"

I didn't even have her new number, but mine hadn't changed.

"Yeah, I'll call when I get home from the restaurant."

I thanked her for breakfast and kissed her goodbye and made my way to my car, trying to shield myself partly from the rain. I was halfway home when it dawned on me that I'd left her in the middle of a storm with no way of even calling to check if she was okay. I'd been so worried about clearing my head and making sense of the sudden 180 my life had taken. She was right, she was much better at going with the flow than I was. I had to go home and mentally calculate everything that had happened in the last twenty four hours, but she would act as if it were just another Saturday we were spending together.

I was turning around, making a U-turn in the middle of the highway.

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#aaron hotchner #criminal minds #hotch #ssa hotchner #ssa aaron hotchner #sugar daddy hotch #hotch x camgirl #camgirl reader

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bluelinen · 21 days

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My Camboy

Pairing: Cam boy!Choso x AFAB!Reader Content/Warnings: smut, masturbation, no penetration, female anatomy, no use of y/n, porn no plot, well.. very little plot at the end

MDNI

Ting~*

You've always had this guilty pleasure for as long as you could remember. Since your very first time stumbling across that incredibly risqué audio.

You loved noises. Loved hearing the hoarse animalistic groans of pleasure as one grasped desperately for a release, strings of uncouth words and phrases dripping from a yearning mouth.

The carnal coarseness of such a voice, uncontrolled, unrestrained. It's what's led you down a path such as this, where that ting that notifies you of when his stream begins is the one thing you look forward to almost every week.

You don't see his face on stream, if you did you wouldn’t know what you’d do. It’d probably scare you shitless.

Not that he’s an ugly guy or anything. Quite the opposite really, you found the view of his face quite pleasant to look at every morning you saw him in your shared apartment.

See that was the thing. He’s your roommate.

Which meant that if you were brave enough or, you suppose, just plain crazy you could open the door from across your own and fully witness the complete uncensored revelry of Choso’s bare chest as his fingers brush across the button which makes your screen as well as your eyes light up.

A flurry of messages roll through the side bar proclaiming their greetings. A bunch of ‘hey's’, ‘hi’s’, ‘omg you’re so fine’s’. Even a few small gifts.

Yours was the largest of them, you made sure of that.

The bottom half of his face quirks up in a small smile as he whispers into the camera, his voice deep and airy. “It’s so nice to see all of you here..”

He reaches a hand up into his hair, out of sight from the camera, and a set of snaps from elastic releases his raven locks from the signature spiky style they usually were in, strands languishing comfortably along his shoulders. “I really hope that all of you have had a nice day today..”

He starts trailing a hand from his neck slowly down his broad chest. “Cause it’s been such a long.. long day for me y’know.”

“My muscles feel so tense..” His voice is a hypnotizing lull. “Tired too. I've been needing to find a way, a good way, to sooth this dulling ache.”

You yourself smile knowingly towards your screen.

He smiles back. “I’m sure you could help me with that though, couldn’t you?”

“Tell me you’ve had such a long tiring day too.. “ His sultry voice murmurs as his fingers inch down further towards his waist, his touch achingly slow, seamless as silk.

A spry fleet of comments surge in answer.

“The day is so hard isn’t it? So demanding..” He palms a growing bulge covered by the thin fabric of the shorts he’s wearing.

“We deserve a good release, don’t we?”

He fingers the edge of his waistband.

The chime of several gifts being given causes him to smile.

“Mm.. that’s what i like to hear.”

A low hum leaves his throat as he continues his faithful touch along his crotch and you watch with anticipation, waiting for the very moment he's decided, as you have already, that enough is enough.

It only takes a few minutes before he reaches his waning limit, a soft moan and quick snap of the waistband reveals the honest erection. Large and familiar it stands from it’s restraints proudly, clear substance already glistening from the sore crimson tip.

Choso smears the clear liquid along the head of his cock like a lubricant and you wonder how there's already so much, a small somewhat delusional part of you desperately wants to think that it's from the thought of you.

He begins moving his long fingers along his length, gentle smooth strokes coaxing a light train of moans to leave his lips. Each lithe sound causing an increasing tension to form between your legs.

“Ah.. i really wish you were here to help me with this..” He says to the camera, his voice light as he steadily increases his pace. “Fuck.”

He slides his fist from base to tip to base— and back again, low strained little whimpers following every stroke of his hardened cock sending a burning feeling of arousal to your core, little sparks of lightning dancing along the surface of your sodden clit. It’s only a matter of seconds before your hand reaches down to sooth your own aches, the onslaught of sounds desperately attracting one to the other like some burning magnet.

Sliding the pad of your finger along the soaking slit, building up your pace slowly, softly as you try to match the increasing intensity of his touch with your fingers upon your own wet cunt.

“Can you.. Mm.. Can you see how hard I am for you?” He groans as he suddenly stops to display the veiny painfully hard erection. He sits back lounging in his desk chair and it throbs and jerks impressively, engorged at the tip, almost pleading for release. Each involuntary jerk sends a flutter through your core and with a finger on your clit you pause, desperately wishing for him to continue so that you could also.

“I need.. ugh.. I need you- fuck.” He whimpers gingerly, smiling into the camera.

A dastardly scheme of course, but one you fall for every time. A click of the button with your free hand sends the swift notification across the screen notifying him of your donation as well as the donations of many many others, giving up your hard earned coins just for the man to continue stroking his hardon. It’s an awful cycle. But it's one you seemingly can’t stop. Audios, videos, they just didn’t cut it anymore, not in the same way.

Maybe it was the interactiveness, the control.

It was something magical about the way his cock twitches and how his veiny painted hands do something sinful about it while he whines and moans into the mic. You felt like you’d honestly sell your very soul just to see to it that the red rosy tip on your screen chases its unrelenting release every single time.

It allowed for you to do the same. And it felt so good, so damn good every single time.

Barely a minute and the flow of gifts had his fingers find firm fit around his shaft again, continuing the erotic train of degenerate touch. “Aah you always come through..” A chain of hitched sighs. “I Mm.. always know I can count on you.”

His pace only becomes faster and so does yours, his lovely voice, groans and ruts pulling you closer and closer to your peak as he chases his.

“Fuck i’m close.." He moans. "so so close.”

You can tell. The way his sweet lips part and quiver, wisping breath letting out those saccharine sounds.

The sticky head of his twitching cock ready to spill rich fluid.

It made your tongue swipe across your bottom lip in anticipation.

“Mm yeah.. I know you love this, you love.. ah.. you love watching this.” He releases a sequence of pitiful little haggard breaths. “You close? You about to c-cum? fuck.”

You sync every last stroke along your clit with his on his dick. Sharing every lewd moan and sigh, it’s just you and him in this dark little room.

A string of ineligible words fall from his sweet lips as he continues.

“Let’s cum together, ‘k-kay?”

You were getting there, a sheen of sweat forming across your damp forehead. You wanted to release, to come undone but not without him. You wanted.. no needed to hear him before you finished, it made the end all the more divine.

“Come on..” Your lips mutter softly under your breath. “Come on..”

“Oh God- oh fuck-”

He exclaims with a jerk of his hips before he comes undone with a final forceful tug, a delicious cry, thick milky spurts of cum wastefully flowing from the tip and pooling onto his thigh.

A dear part of you wishes you were actually there to put it to some good use.

Your brows pinch, nose scrunching as you let out a final moan. The good shivers running through you in great waves through your orgasm. You smile towards your screen, rush of honey swelling in your chest.

As you look down at your own mess, clear pearly liquid languishly dripping from the tips of your fingers you think.

Oh..

'this is becoming a bit of a problem, isn't it?’

*-*-*

Your teeth clink against cool glass as you promptly gulp down cold liquid, the crisp clear swill of the water that slips down your throat revitalises your body, clearing your mind.

A clear mind, god you needed that.

The glass is soon emptied and you rush to the sink for another one, you’re twisting the tap open when you hear the familiar footsteps of your roommate walk into the kitchen with a mumble.

You turn your head to find the man approaching you and you blank, panicking a little. It wasn't usually you found yourself face to face with the man you had just fucked yourself to a few minutes ago. It wasn't exactly the best scenario to find yourself in.

Fuck.

It was only a moment ago that Choso sent his goodbyes to the chat and it looks it with the light pink hue roaming the warm skin of his cheeks, the relaxed haze over his lazily lidded eyes. He looks so dazed.

Despite your dismay at his sudden appearance you can't help but appreciate the expression so honest on his face. The one thing about his streams was that you'd never witness the aftermath of those escapades, truly it was a shame.

He looks so fine after being fucked out.

Choso strolls into the kitchen with the cover of his usual cool look of indifference but you were very well aware of the many other expressions he was capable of making. From the nose down anyway. The sounds he was capable of making. It makes you have to stop from audibly swallowing as you hurriedly look away. You were going crazy.

Your breath catches when he comes ever closer, leaning towards you, dishevelled black mane of hair brushing forward as he does. You swallow. Do you look suspicious? Does he suspect anything?

You feel a rush of water overflowing from the forgotten glass, drip dropping along your fingers and into the kitchen sink, almost jumping as his arm reaches out— and passes you to reach the empty glass on the countertop behind you.

He narrows his eyes slightly at your flinching. “Something wrong?”

"No!" You exclaim immediately before realising you've overreacted a little.

You gave a false little cough before repeating the word. "No. I'm good." A little suave this time.

"Good?" He raises a brow.

"Yeah-yeah." You insist as you hurriedly turn off the tap. Taking your glass and swigging a sequence of urgent gulps. "Just a little jumpy today."

"Right.." Choso looks a little unsure but chooses not to press further as you cleared way for him to get to the sink.

As the water pours into his glass he suddenly remembers something and is about to say whatever that something is to you before you make like a magic trick and disappear into thin air, retreating immediately to your room before you can make a further fool of yourself.

Curling up into a ball upon your many blankets and hugging your favourite pillow underneath your chin you thrash around in your shame for a while before sighing and burying your head into the pillow.

God one day.

One day you really were gonna get caught.

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A/N: First post here rawr👹 genuinely think i'm tweaking, hope y'all enjoyed it though ^^

Art drawn by @//Umbra3terna on tumblr & edited by me :33

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marvelfilth · 8 months

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🎥girl 2 (18+)

Part 1

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x f!reader

Warnings: camgirl!Tara, bottom!Tara, smut, semi-public sex, oral, fingering, jealousy, pet names

Summary: "Was this your plan all along? Taking me here so I could fuck you in a dressing room?"

Masterlist

You have a simple unspoken agreement with your roommate - you never mention the night you've spent together, and in return she never mentions it either.

The agreement is not the best and neither of you are at advantage, but, considering the implications and possible complications that will undoubtedly follow a conversation about the night, you think you've fared well enough.

Really, it's almost like nothing changed at all, if it wasn't for one tiny little thing.

You caught feelings faster than her bra hit the floor the night you had sex.

See, when you existed in a limbo of accidental touches, lingering gazes and what ifs, you were safe. It was just a crush, an annoying infatuation easily explained by your roommates breathtaking beauty and her utterly adorable quirks.

But now that you've had a taste of her you're gone.

She looks up from her book, hair disheveled and her smile crooked? You're already by her side with a tray of tea and cookies.

She ends a call with her mom, a pout in place and her eyes watering? You urge her to get dressed and take her out to see the newest cheesy rom com.

She gets out of her room after filming for hours? You have a bath prepared, with bubbles and oils and fucking rose petals.

One could say she has you wrapped around her pretty finger.

You sigh for an umpteenth time, shifting from foot to foot.

In all fairness, it's almost perfect. She spends almost all of her time by your side, now barging into your room at the crack of dawn to get fresh buns from the bakery across the road - which you recently found out is owned by her sister - and enjoy a cup of tea at the table nestled in the back.

When she's not busy, she drags you to see the latest horror movie, and when she is busy you run back to your room and plug your ears just in time to miss her breathy moans and quiet whimpers.

"What about this one?" Tara holds up another dress, looking at you expectantly. This time it's maroon, with a lot of strings and loops. You shake your head, wrinkling your nose. She sighs, and goes back to choosing the perfect one out of hundreds of dresses.

You don't even know why she dragged you here with her. She's been grumpy all week, which is weird, considering the fact she's about to see her best friend after months of separation. Tara's been pretty pumped to introduce you, so you have no idea why she's being so sullen.

"Would you like a refreshment?" A consultant appears by your side with a wide smile and a squeeze to your shoulder.

You cringe internally. You've noticed her lingering gazes and suggestive words, and you're sure Tara did too, with the way she's been glaring at the poor girl.

Tara turns sharply. "You don't even offer refreshments."

You smile sheepishly and send the girl away, following behind Tara as she angrily searches through the racks.

"What about that one?" You hesitantly speak up, pointing at a black dress with thin straps and a plunging neckline.

She pulls it out after a moment of consideration, and that's when you notice the length or, rather, the lack of it. You're not even sure if it'll reach her thighs.

"Perfect." She smiles, triumphant. "Come with me."

She pulls you along to the dressing room, closing the door behind her and pushing you down on the small ottoman chair in the corner. You blush heavily, eyes pinned to the wall in front of you.

She doesn't waste another second and starts shimmying out of her clothes. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips and you're almost successful at keeping your eyes away.

Almost.

Your eyes snap away from the wall, trailing down her revealed body, getting drunk on the sight of her flushed skin after weeks of starvation. Your eyes catch on the freckles littered across her chest and collarbones. You note with a pang of sadness that the bruises you've left faded, leaving you itching to claim her again, to remind her how good it felt to be under you. You swallow, flexing your fingers.

You want her so much.

The corner of her mouth quirks up when you finally meet her eyes in the mirror, a devilish smirk taking over her features. She saunters over to you, throwing the last bit of her clothing away before planting herself firmly over your lap, her arms falling behind your neck.

"Enjoying the view?" She whispers, playing with the hair at the nape of your neck.

You nod tersely, not trusting your voice.

She leans close, so close, her breath burning your cheeks. "Good. It's yours to enjoy." With that she gets up, and takes a few steps away.

Your throat feels dry all of the sudden.

"What do you mean?" You ask.

She scoffs and bends down to pick up the discarded dress, allowing you a perfect view of her ass for a fleeting moment, and smoothes it over before hanging it up on one of the hooks. "Just because you decided to ignore what happened doesn't mean it didn't happen."

You blink owlishly, your mouth opens, then closes. "I thought you didn't want to talk about it. I mean, you left at the crack of dawn just so we wouldn't have to talk about it. So I assumed-"

"You assumed wrong," she gritts, almost tearing away her bra and pulling the dress over her head. It rolls down her body and gets stuck just under her shoulder blades, making her huff angrily and pull at the offending fabric. You get up before she can tear it apart, untangling the mess and sliding the dress down to her thighs, admiring the way it hugs her ass.

"You look beautiful," you whisper, before resting your chin on her shoulder, your hands landing on her hips.

She closes her eyes and sags against you, placing her hands on top of yours. "You're a dick."

You smile, reveling in the sensations caused by her proximity, eyes pinned to her face. Her lower lip is caught between her teeth, her cheeks flushed as she basks in the warmth of your arms.

"You never posted the video," you blurt, redness overtaking your cheeks, and hide your face in the crook of her neck.

She turns in your arms and cups your jaw, squinting. "You have a subscription?"

You groan, prying away. "I just wanted to see the video."

Her brow quirks up, but she doesn't say anything else, turning to check herself in the mirror, hands sliding down her sides. "I'm- I'm not being me in my videos, you know? Not actually. I put on a face and act. But with you… It's too personal. I don't think I've ever been more true to myself than I was that night with you. I don't like the thought of anyone seeing that. And I hate the thought of anyone seeing you the way I saw you." She turns sharply to look at you, eyes full of hunger. "It was only for me, wasn't it? Your words, the way you looked at me. The way you're looking at me now. The way you make me feel." She's impossibly close, husking into your ear. "The way you moved inside me, so possessively, like I belong to you. I do, you know? I wish I woke you up with my tongue between your thighs. I dream of tasting you every night."

Your hands tremble with barely contained urge to press her against the mirror and fuck her raw right here, where anyone can walk in, where everyone will hear.

She bends, sliding her thong down her legs, and takes your hand, shoving the undergarment into your fist. "I think they ruin the view, don't you?"

She smirks, sauntering back to the mirror, and bends down to fasten a pair of heels she picked out, slick black, with red bottoms.

The dress didn't offer much cover before, but now it uselessly rides up to her waist, leaving her folds open to your eyes.

You push her panties into your back pocket and walk up to her slowly, eyes pinned to her pretty pink pussy, all wet and glistening in the harsh lighting of the dressing room, unaware of the dark eyes watching your expression in the mirror with unconcealed want.

You kneel behind her, inhaling her tantalizing scent, and fasten the other shoe, pressing a kiss behind her knee when you're done. She whimpers quietly, almost unnoticeably so, but you catch it anyway, nuzzling your nose against the back of her thigh as you make your way up. Her palms press against the mirror in search of support as she arches her back and pushes against you, wiggling her ass. You chuckle at her eagerness and grant her a kiss to the crease between her thigh and the tender skin of her ass.

"Was this your plan all along? Taking me here so I could fuck you in a dressing room?" You ask, gripping the flesh of her other thigh, nudging them further apart.

"No," she replies, "I got the idea when that bitch kept flirting with you," she hisses, trying to find friction.

You smile, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh, close to her heat, but not close enough.

"Just do it already, please."

You hum and spread her ass cheeks, earning a whimper from the smaller girl.

She looks breathtaking.

Her swollen pussy is gushing with wetness, begging for your touch. You spread her lower lips, a perfect view of her entrance right in front of you, and you can't contain yourself anymore.

You suck on her hooded clit, making the girl jerk and cry out loudly, clawing at the mirror. "Yes- mhm. Just like that," she moans as you continue playing with her clit, sucking and nibbling gently.

You switch your tongue with the tip of your thumb, drawing tight circles on the nub of nerves as you lick a long stripe up her folds, moaning at the taste. She pants, her thighs tremble, but she manages to hump on your face, smearing her wetness all over your chin and nose. You increase the speed on her clit right when you force your tongue as deep as it can go inside her cunt, humming when you feel her clench around you.

"You feel so good, so so good, baby," she cries out, fogging the mirror.

With one last lick you pull away and rise to your feet, ignoring her loud whine.

She doesn't have time to even open her mouth before you tug her against your front, one hand on top of her breast and the other in between her thighs, two fingers plunging deep.

All protest dies out on her tongue as she clutches her legs around your arm, trapping you in her heat.

"I can't move like that, honey, you have to spread your legs," you coax her gently, playing with a perky nipple.

She nods dazedly, meeting your eyes in the mirror. She looks so good like this. Eyes rimmed with red, brimming with tears, her hair a disheveled mess and her lips dark red and swollen.

Her thighs relax and you smile, pressing a kiss to her neck. "Good girl. Now be quiet." You start pumping into her slowly, teasingly, curling your fingers and hitting her sweet spot in gentle thrusts.

Tara melts, mewling into your neck, her walls clenching around your digits. You tug on the straps of her dress until they fall over her shoulders, opening the view of her small breasts. She meets your thrusts with jerky movements of her hips, struggling to stay upright as you twist a nipple, rolling it between your thumb and forefinger.

"Open your eyes, babygirl, look how good you're taking me," you murmur, drunk on the smaller girl. She whines, but meets your eyes in the mirror, mouth falling open as she takes in the sight. You start pumping faster, adding a third finger, thumb returning to her clit, circling fast.

"You have to promise me you'll be quiet, or I won't let you cum." You smirk, spreading your fingers inside her tight hole. She jerks, a moan spilling from her lips. "You'll have to do better than that, pretty girl."

She nods, and tugs your hand away from her breasts and up to her face. Your shaky exhale hits the back of her neck as she opens her mouth and eagerly sucks on your fingers, circling them with her tongue. You close your eyes for a moment, burrowing your face in her hair as you enjoy the sensation of her warmth on both of your hands, clenching, sucking.

She moans around your digits when you force them further, tears streaming down her face. The sight reminds you of one you were presented with not long ago, when she was kneeled before you, your strap buried deep inside her throat.

Your teeth leave faint bruises on her shoulders, tongue lapping to sooze the sting. She gasps, her legs clamp around your wrist again, but you manage to move, hitting the spongy spot inside her with each thrust, making her lose balance. You have no choice, but to press her against the mirror.

"Greedy little thing," you coo, "one hole wasn't enough for you, huh? You need me everywhere."

She manages the slightest nod, the side of her face pressed against the cold mirror, your fingers still in her mouth, knuckle deep.

She closes her eyes tightly when you hit her particularly deep, accidentally biting down on your fingers, and you have a startling realization.

She's holding back.

Fuck.

You think back to that night, when you made her cum so many times you lost count, her body covered in sweat and a mix of your arousals. But you had one rule - no cumming without permission.

Your fingers curl and a quiet sob escapes her lips, her clit pulsing against the pad of your thumb.

"Don't hold it, baby, cum for me," you whisper, hitting her sweet spot one last time, thumb circling her clit faster and harder, before her body surges towards release.

You feel her muscles cramp around your fingers as she cums with a strangled cry, looking completely, deliciously wrecked, mouth wide open as she struggles to breathe.

You pick her up, one hand on her back and the other under her knees, and walk back to the small chair in the corner, sitting down and cradling the spent girl. She stays silent for a long time, face burrowed in the collar of your shirt, breathing deep.

"I missed you," you breathe out, gently untangling her curls.

She slowly looks up and cups your face. "Really?" She looks so vulnerable, so unsure, that you want to run into a wall and smack your head against it.

"Really. I'm sorry for being a dick, I- well, I just thought you didn't want to have an awkward morning after conversation, so I just…" you trail off, the memory of waking up to an empty bed, to an empty apartment still too fresh in your mind.

"Sam had an emergency, you know she still has panic attacks sometimes," she mumbles, looking down.

You wince. "Yeah, I know. I'm sorry, Tara, I'm so sorry."

She looks up, worrying her lip. "I'm sorry too. I should've left you a note or something." The look in her changes and this time there's a smile pulling at her lips, making her features light up. "But, if I'm being honest, I kinda like how things turned out." She whispers mischievously and you chuckle into her lips, pulling her into a soft kiss.

"Let me take you out on a date," you whisper, reveling on the way she snuggles even closer, pressing her face into the crook of your neck.

"I thought you'd never ask," she giggles, pressing a path of fleeting kisses from your neck to your jaw and then to the corner of your mouth.

There's a pointed knock on the door and both of you jump up, looking at each other with wide eyes, before Tara smirks, reaches for her purse and walks back to the mirror, quickly fixing her makeup and hair. She changes back into her clothes and hangs the dress back on the hanger, before gently wiping your face clean and tucking her hand inside your elbow, confidently striding out of the changing room.

"We'll take this one," she smiles at the girl at the counter, the same girl that flirted with you, and hands her the dress before reaching into her purse for her wallet.

The girl is so red in the face you're worried she might pass out. It makes you shift on your feet uncomfortably, but Tara shoots you a look before looking back at the girl with a wide smile. "I'm sorry if we were too loud."

The girl chokes and starts coughing violently. "It's- it's fine, I didn't hear anything." She doesn't look either of you in the eye, preferring to stare at the counter.

Tara hums, takes the dress and saunters away with you in tow, a satisfied smile on her lips.

#tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x y/n #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter smut #tara carpenter x fem!reader #tara carpenter #camgirl!tara #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega smut #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega

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yelenasdiary · 3 months

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I was wondering if you could do a Wanda X masc reader. Wanda is a cam girl and reader pays her to go out on a date due to having social anxiety. Please add some angst oh and a happy ending.

Just Be Yourself

Pairing: Camgirl! Wanda Maximoff x Masc! Reader

Summary: After a dare from your friends, you asked your favourite camgirl out for dinner, of course paying her for her time.

Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of Adult entertainment, Mentions of Social Anxiety, Wanda getting some unwanted attention, Mentions of physical violence | 2K

AC: I hope it’s okay that I tweaked this a little, thank you for sending it & I hope you enjoy! x

"What's the worst that could happen? she says no?" your friend said, flicking through her magazine. "That's the not point" you replied, "she'll probably think I'm just some creep like the rest of her followers. Hey, you don't know me but if I paid you $300 would you go out on a date with me? I would sound desperate" you added.

"You're overthinking it, she is literally asking people to give her money to perform stuff on camera" your friend pointed out, "besides, I dared you so you have to do it" she added. You sighed knowing she was right, whenever one of you dares each other to do something it becomes like an unspoken rule that you had to do the dare regardless. You grabbed your laptop and opened up the woman's website.

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard as you thought of how to ask her out to dinner tonight, but she did say she was open to these type of things. People give her money to just go to engagement parties as a plus one from what you've heard. How do you ask somebody you've only had little interaction with on a date? To dinner? You went to close the lid of your laptop until your friend stopped you, "give it me!" She shook her head, taking the laptop from you.

"Hey,

I hope this isn't out of line or anything, but I would love to take you out to dinner tonight. I would pay you of course, just name a price. If you're interested and would like to have a fun night, I would be more than happy to pick you up around 7pm. If not, that's fine but I hope you'll think about it"

Your friend typed out the message and pressed send. "There, now it's done" she looked to you.

"What did you say?!" You panicked. Your friend turned the laptop around to face you, "oh god" you sighed, "this is stupid!" You added.

"I have been hearing you talk about how funny this woman is and also how you beautiful you think she is, despite her being a camgirl, I think you should really go for this" she explained. You were about to reply when your laptop made a ping like sound.

"Hi there!

This is really sweet of you and I would love to have dinner with you tonight, are you in or around the Westview era? If so, there is a diner you could pick me up from if you'd like. I would feel more comfortable in a public setting, I hope you understand.

As for pricing, I usually charge $800-$1,500 for events but for something like this, $500. Let me know what you think! I can't wait to hopefully meet you!

~Wanda xo"

The message stared back at you leaving you speechless. She actually replied, she said yes and even said she couldn't wait to meet you. Your social anxiety had suddenly made its appearance, your palms began to sweat and your mind was coming up with different ways to try and get out of going. As much as you wanted this, your anxiety had always been a block in the road.

"Hey, don't even think about it" your best friend's voice brought your mind back to the present. "I'm not doing anything" you replied, walking over to your wardrobe. "You are, you're thinking of ways to not go, you're letting your anxiety win" they added as if they were inside your head.

"I'm not, I am just trying to think of something to wear" you replied, brushing off their comment.

----

As asked by Wanda, you waited inside the diner for her to arrive. You wore a pair of your favorite jeans, a plain colored tee topped with your favorite jacket and shoes. Your favorite rings on each hand and one of your favorite necklaces to finish the outfit. The clock on the wall read 7:10pm and your mind began to wonder if maybe she had stood you up. Your heart began to sink, the one time you try to put yourself out there and you get stood up, until.

"Y/n?" A woman's voice softly caught your attention, making you turn around. You smiled softly; it was her.

"Yeah, that's me" you replied trying to hide the nervousness in your voice.

"Hi, I'm Wanda" she smiled sweetly, "it's lovely to meet you" she added as she reached in for a friendly hug. You were glad she didn't go to shake your hand, nothing seemed to stop them from sweating. You took a moment to yourself just to remind yourself that you've got this! Your friend's voice floated in your head, "just be yourself, she'll love you!" Reminded you that you didn't have to be nervous besides the fact this woman is a complete stranger that you met on the internet, but she was just as nervous as you were, you just didn't know it.

"It's lovely to meet you too, I made reservations at a Mexican restaurant only a few blocks away, is that okay?" You replied.

"I love spicy food!" Wanda's eyes lit up. You smiled softly, thankful that she was excited for the place of choice. You held the door of the diner open for her as you both left, you held the door open of your car for her which surprisingly took her back a little. "I can't believe I was beginning to think that nobody liked to hold the doors open anymore" she commented with a chuckle.

"I guess you could call me old school" you replied before closing the door. Your nerves slowly began to calm down, you'd made her smile and chuckle all before even getting to the restaurant and you took that as a small win.

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"I have to say, this is really refreshing. I mean, you're not like anybody else who pays me to pretend to be their partner or pays me for other things. You're sweet, so I have to ask…why did you want to take me out tonight?" Wanda asked, taking you completely by surprise while the two of you picked at the shared small bowl of nachos before your main meals arrived.

"Oh, umm, I mean, thank you" your words stumbled, "I don't want to sound like a creep or anything but I didn't first come across you from your website. You actually came up on my Instagram and I thought you were beautiful so I followed you and then I saw your website and some of the things you do on there but I just thought you'd really nice to get to know but I totally understand if that freaks you out" you added, your palms under the table begin to sweat once more.

Wanda smiled softly at your reply, "that's really cute actually! I am so used to people wanting 1 thing, which I guess I set myself up for that but it's really nice to not feel that tonight" she spoke.

You couldn't help but smile in reply just as the waiter placed your main meals in front of the two of you. "So, tell me a little about yourself" Wanda looked up at you before picking up her fork.

By the time you had ordered dessert for the two of you, plenty of laughs and jokes were being shared. The night was going wonderful, better than you could've ever imagined and your anxiety eventually became more tolerable.

"Hey there, sorry to intrude on whatever this is but are you scarletwitch838?" a young man asked, not caring for the fact he was in fact intruding. Wanda looked up at him and sighed quietly to herself, "I'm sorry, you must have me mixed up with somebody else" she replied.

"For real? Damn, you look just like her, look!" he replied, pulling out his phone and showing her a video she'd uploaded to her site. "H-how did you save that?! You're not supposed to keep the content!" Wanda snapped in a panicked. "I knew it! You are her! Yo, I'm a huge fan! The way you can move your body, man I've never jacked off so hard before"

"Okay, that's enough. You're being rude and I think you should go" you stood up, looking him in the eyes.

"What the fuck are you going to do about it? You know she's a whore for the camera, right?" he laughed causing Wanda to excuse herself. You wanted to call out for her but you didn't want the man to know her real name. The man laughed once more, "I guess the bitch can't handle the truth, I hope you have a great time with her, sure as hell everybody else has" he added with a smug look.

Your body reacted faster than you could think, punching the guy in the face harder than you've ever hit anything before. He fell to the ground, "You crazy bitch! What the fuck!" he groaned. Customers around you all froze, the manger shook their head at you from afar and you knew you were going to be asked to leave. You pulled out your wallet and placed a $100 bill on the table before making your way to the bathroom to find Wanda.

"Wanda, are you okay?" You asked from outside the bathroom. She opened the door and sighed, "I'm so, so sorry about that. I really try to avoid things li-"

"Hey, don't stress. He was out of line, you have every right to be mad. Plus, I think he got the message" you interrupted her.

"Excuse me, I'm going to have to ask you both to leave" an unknown voice spoke from behind you, you turned to see the manager standing there with an unimpressed look. "Don't worry, we were just leaving and honestly, if anybody should be leaving it should be him. He harassed this woman, is that what you want your restaurant to stand for?" you replied. Wanda looked between you and the manager.

"I'm really sorry, I wasn't aware that he was causing an issue. We will ask him to leave, and your night is on the house. Again, we are sorry" they replied, handing you back the $100 bill you placed on the table before. You gave them a light nod before looking back at Wanda, "I'll give you a ride home"

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Wanda gave you directions to her neighborhood, you pulled over out the front of a nearby park out of respect for her but she insisted it would be okay for you to see where she lived. "Nobody has ever stood up for me like that" she said as you pulled up out the front of her house.

"You don't deserve to be treated like that by anybody" you replied looking over at her.

"I had a really great time tonight, I really hope this hasn't ruined it for you"

"Ruined it? This was the best date I've ever been on. Even with that crap, I had a really fun time with you. You're funny, you're sweet and really, really beautiful. I'm not usually this straight forward like this but I just want you to know that I don't see you like how he did" you replied with a soft smile, "you're person just like everybody else and so what, you make some money online, we all need to make money to live. So who is he to judge how you make your money" you added.

Wanda smiled before leaning over and placing a kiss on your cheek, "I'd love to see you again, if you're up for it" she said as your cheeks went red. "I'd love that" you replied with a flustered look.

"Good, keep that money, I don't want you pay for my time. You deserve it out the money" she replied, "I'm going to put my number in your phone, text me when you get home, okay?" she added. You nodded before you punched in your passcode and handed her your phone. Your stomach filled with butterflies, your night started off with nerves and anxiety was now ending with flustered cheeks and butterflies. It was safe to say you were excited to plan the next date.

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★‧₊˚ 💋⋅ hobie brown x camgirl!reader

rating. m

word count. 4k

synopsis. after a scandal, hobie decides he needs a change in his career. that's where you come in, a camgirl he plans to make a sextape with.

🍓・．❕warnings. mentions of cocaine usage, recording sex, p in v sex, protected sex heavily advised, oral (f & m receiving), doggy style, hair pulling, spitting, dirty talking, ass slapping, ass grabbing, degrading praise, condom taken off

Hobie really fucked up according to his manager. If you asked him, he did nothing wrong. It was perfectly normal for a rockstar to be doing coke in the bathroom of a venue in his opinion but for some reason it had caused a lot of controversy. It’s not like he was addicted or anything, that time being only the second time he’s ever done it but his manager put out a statement that he would be taking a break from his tour in order to attend rehab. Which he did and it sucked. He was in for 2 months, “working on himself” supposedly.

“Why’d ya do it?” His manager asked him as they sat side by side in the back of his car, his driver taking him home from rehab after 2 of the longest months of his life. “I mean– you have all anyone could ever want. So why?”

It was such a stupid question that deserved the half-assed answer Hobie gave. He just shrugged and grunted. Why did he do it? To escape this fad of a life. This was never what he wanted, all of this. This expensive car, a designated driver, a manager. This was never what he fucking wanted. Somehow, in his pursuit for success, he lost everything that made him who he was, lost his initial values. He was nothing but a poser now.

He was done being a poser. He’d get back to his original self somehow, some way.

So the moment they got back to his boat, Hobie fired his manager as well as his chauffeur. “Take the car wit’cha.” It was the best decision he could have made for himself, for his dwindling career. He had to get back to his roots, just him making music on his boat with his guitar and his mates.

He needed something to reignite his career, to appeal to the crowd who once supported him for being a voice against authority and establishment. The coke incident had riled people up, weeded out the posers from the real deal. He needed something more.

That’s where you came in.

“So you need my help to get your career back on track…how exactly? By having sex with me?” You sat across from Hobie inside a bar you two agreed to meet at. You were a pretty girl, gorgeous actually, with make up that told him “I put in effort, just not for this” and a pretty, delicate, white dress, black shawl, platform, leather boots, and a long rosary around your neck, though something told him you weren’t catholic. It could be the extensive history of porn you have online.

You were a camgirl. And he was a fan. Turns out, you were a fan of his too.

Hobie bought you a drink and a couple shots for you to share. You teased a cherry between your faded glossed lips and used your tongue to tie the stem into a knot. He liked you, liked you a lot. You were perfect for the job.

“By leakin’ mw own sex tape.” Hobie corrected you. “‘M jus’ tryna stir the pot. Drum up some interest, y’know?” You of all people would know better than the rest. Your entire career was built on this. You were a master at it. He was right to come to you.

“Bu’, Ion wan ya to think ya haf’ to. The offer’s on the table.”

“I know I don’ have to do anything.” He liked your attitude, the twang of your accent in your pretty voice. He understood why you had so many fans, you were borderline perfect, pretty lips, pretty eyes. He’s watched some of your videos, with partners and alone, you’re so captivating. He was an instant fan. “I just want to make sure I understand before I agree to anything.”

You leaned in with your chin resting upon your hand with your elbow on the splintering wood of the bar counter. “I’ll do it, just ‘cause I think you’re pretty.” You stood up, even while sitting down, his abnormally tall body towered over your. “I’ve got rules though, strict rules, not even a pretty boy like you can pass them.” Your hands were on his thighs as you looked up at him. He could kiss you now if he wanted to, but he waited to hear these rules of yours.

“You have to use a condom.”

“Done, already got one.” Hobie assured you. He always carried one with him just in case.

You chuckled a bit, “Good for you. We also have to do it at a hotel, you pay. I don’t wanna be at your place and I don’t want you at mine.” Hobie also liked how serious you were, how you didn’t play about your business. He appreciated it, found it a little hot too. How in the world was he supposed to keep his hands off of you until then? “FIne by me.”

“FInally, no catching feelings.”

Hobie began to laugh, a snarky grin growing across his full, pierced lips. “Confident, are ya? You don’ haf’ta worry about nothin’ like tha’, luv. I’m just attracted to you.” He reached out and pushed some of your hair back behind your ear. He leaned in close, his breath fanning your lips until he touched his lips with yours and kissed you softly. You didn’t kiss him back.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to get at, Brown but I’m not with it. Text me the details when you get them.” You pulled away from him with a scoff and tapped his cheek softly with your hand before grabbing a shot, tossing it back down your throat before walking off to take your leave.

Hobie set everything up for the following week, a nice hotel where the two of you could hook up for the night and leave it at that. It didn’t have to be anything more. Hobie was out to jumpstart his career while you were in it for the followers you would gain from all of this. It didn’t have to be anything more than just this.

“Hobie, open the damn door, I’m not waiting out here all night!” Your fist met the door for the third time since you’ve been standing here. You were just about ready to leave when the door finally swung open and Hobie was standing there without the slightest look of apology on his face. “Sorry, luv. Come on in.”

You waltzed in past him, wearing a black dress, black, distressed stockings that clipped onto a garter around your thighs, thick, mary jane shoes, and a leopard print, fur jacket that all fit together with your locs tied into a ponytail with hair clips that matched your coat. Your lips were full and glossy, eyes framed in dark makeup that made your gaze all the more mysterious. You were adorned in hanging necklaces and large rings, the prettiest person he’s ever seen. “Nice setup. We just recording on your phone?” There was no camera but you supposed that it wouldn’t be that believable of a leaked sex tape if it was on a professional camera. You two weren’t exactly Kim K and Ray J.

“Unless you brought a camera.”

“No, no, it’s fine.” You waved your hand and set down your bag before beginning to remove your jewelry and set them down on the bedside table with a small ‘clack’. “Pretty ingenious idea you got here. How’d you come up with it?” You began to remove your necklaces one by one and placed them beside your rings, glancing over at Hobie who sat on the bed beside you.

“I was horny and tired, luv. Le’s cut the small talk ‘n get on wit’ i’, yeah?” Hobie reached out for you, pulling you in between his legs while holding the slope of your waist, stroking and caressing until his hands slid down your thighs then by up under your dress. There was nothing but your panties, small and lacy.

Your lips curled into a smirk. “I thought you’d never ask.” You climbed into his lap, straddling his hips with your thighs as you pressed your lips to his. It was a curt matter, a nicety you offered him. There was passion but nothing behind it except lust, feverish, violent, tearing lust that had you rolling your body against his and your pussy pressed against the growing bulge in his pants.

Hobie placed his hands on the underside of your thighs and lifted you up, your legs automatically coming around his narrow waist. He held you with a surprising amount of strength for someone so lean. He pushed you up against the wall, your hands pulling at each other's clothes in a fervorous attempt to get the other naked. He tore your stockings while you pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the side. He helped you remove your shoes between kisses and you helped him remove his.

Hobie licked down your body, the warm, smooth skin of your naval all the way down to the waistband of your thong where he kissed and licked, his hands grabbing at his pockets to find his phone before handing it off to you so you could record.

You gazed at him through the camera, moaning softly as he pulled down your underwear and you stepped out of them. You lifted one leg over his shoulder, soon followed by the other, your entire weight supported against the wall, your pussy on display for him to devour with his eyes and soon, his tongue.

You were already wet, your lips nice and slick, your pretty cunt slightly gaping and ready to be filled. Hobie licked his lips and looked up at you, nodding to signal you to start recording. You kept a firm grip on his phone with one hand while your other grasped at the hair closest to his scalp. You pulled him in, forced his lips to kiss your cunt, to praise and worship.

You tasted like fruits and berries as he dipped his tongue between the gates of heaven and teased at your cunt with the warmth of his tongue teasing at the underside of your clit. His fingers played in your creamy juices, coating them before he eased a single digit into your aching hole.

“Ah~ fuck– Hobie. Mmh.” You ground your hips against his face, the friction of his hot tongue and long finger drove you crazy. You bit your lip, made sure the camera was on him, and pulled him in further. “Add another finger.” It was a plea for kindness, you needed another finger or you’d go crazy. His tongue worked you in a way you had never experience before, it was fluid yet stiff and so precise against your swollen bud. His lips latched and suckled and his tongue swirled.

Hobie eased another finger into your cunt inch by inch, curling in search of the soft ridge that would send you into ecstasy. He spat on your pussy, ate it with the eagerness of a starved dog while looking up at the camera with those pretty, deep-set eyes of his.

You cried out for him,“God, Hobie– pl–ease.” He slid his tongue into your cunt with his fingers, stretching you just a little further while the bulb of his nose nudged your clit. You would have collapsed then and there if not for the fact he was the only thing holding you up, on his knees with his face in your pussy, devouring.

“Ya gonna cum fa me, luv?” Hobie spoke against your core, making you thrash and moan his name in something of a pornographic sound of pleasure. You reacted to every flick of his tongue, your back arching from the wall and your pussy aching, pulsing, squeezing around his fingers that have finally found your sweet stop and is now playing it like a fiddle.

Your grasp on the phone became shaky as your orgasm threatened to grasp you and hold you in a grip so tight you’d cease to breathe. Never before have you come upon your climax so quickly. Hobie was skilled at this. He’s made more people come with just his mouth and fingers than he can count on said fingers. He left them bleary-eyed and pleading for more, all of them dreaming of just another chance with him.

“Hobie, Hobie, Hobiehobiehobie.” His name was on your lips like a prayer to a god who did not exist in this room. Hobie had the face of angel but the mouth of a demon and how much you praised whatever high power above for it.

He chuckled against your pussy as you gasped, all your muscles tensing then relaxing at once, an orgasm seizing your body like a demonic possession. You held his face against your core and let him taste the product of his work. You worked hard to make sure you tasted good for your partners and Hobie appreciated it, adored it.

He slipped his fingers from your cunt and lapped at the creamy juices you excreted in the midst of your orgasm. Hobie moaned at the taste of you on his tongue, licked you clean until the taste of you stained his tongue. He smiled up at the camera with his wet lips and grabbed it from you, pausing the video before helping you down from his shoulders.

His hands were on your waist again, pulling you into his body before kissing you again. He forced his tongue against yours, sliding and lapping, caressing every portion of yoru mouth he could reach. You could taste yourself in him, your cum still wet on his tongue. You liked it, you liked the taste of his mouth and you intermingled.

Your hands soothed over the sides of his face, one sliding behind his neck to pull him closer while his large, slender hands grasped handfuls of your ass. He was so much bigger than you, so much taller, he was so easily able to toss you onto the bed. You landed on your stomach, looking back at him as he removed the rest of his clothing and remained just as naked as you were.

God, his cock was so fucking beautiful. It was perfectly fitting, nice and long with a good amount of girth but not two much and a few veins here and there. The tip weeped with precum, begging to sink into a nice, tight, warm hole, preferably yours. Your pussy fluttered at the sight of it, at the way he came over and forced you face down ass up with him kneeling behind you.

Hobie rubbed his length against your ass, his precum smearing against your pussy every time his tip teased against your entrance.

"Condom." You reminded him firmly, pulling away from him until he complied. You'd get up and leave right now if he didn't abide by your rules.

Hobie got up and searched through his discarded pants for his the condom he made sure to bring with him. Once he found it, he tore it open and placed it against the tip, rolling it down the length of his dick until he reached the base of his cock.

He took up his phone and began to record again as you whined and pushed your hips back, begging for him to fill you up and finish you out. You spread your legs wider, arched your back, anything to entice him to fuck you the way you needed.

"Aww, the pretty slut wan's my cock." Hobie brought his free hand back and spanked your ass with a sharp swing of his hand as it met the flesh of your behind. He ran a soothing hand against the burning mark he left. "Go 'head 'n beg fo i' then."

Your pride wouldn't let you, your lips remained sealed but they parted with another slap to your ass. You gasped again and whimpered out something pathetic as your ass ached in pain and your back arched. "Please."

"Say i' louda fo tha' camera, luv."

"Please fuck me, Hobie."

He scoffed and chuckled behind you, lining up his tip and easing it into your wonton cunt. "I knew you wan'ed me to slut ya pretty pussy out." You let out something of a squeal as he sunk into your hole, his cock stretching out your walls unused for months now. You were tight, your pussy lips parted to accommodate his size. Hobie let out a hiss then a moan of pleasure, his hand grasped at your hip and ass almost to assure himself you were real. "Fuck, doll. Oh my– shit."

He wished he could feel you, just skin to skin, flesh to flesh, your silky, wet walls against his bare cock. He might have came right then and there if not for the condom as a slight barrier keeping his from absolute euphoria.

Hobie fucked you like it was the end of the world, pounding, borderline abusing your poor pussy all while you squealed and moaned and choked beneath him. Yours hands grasps at the sheets, neatly made by maids who had no clue what their hard work would later be used for.

Hobie recorded it, the way his cock dove into your pussy like he'd die if he didn't fuck you with everything he had. His dick touched places you weren't even sure existed within you, caressed parts that haven't been touched in many, many years. It's been a long time since you've had a good, thorough dicking down and you had forgotten how good it felt.

"Right there! Please…Hobie, please!" You moaned into the pillow beneath you. Cohesive sentences evaded you, all you could think about was how his cock was stirring your guts and how you didn't mind at all.

Clapping filled the room, the sticking of skin to skin from sweat and slick made it hard to distinguish where you ended and he began. It ran down your thighs, your arousal, the way he pushed it out of you and smeared it along your inner thighs and the base of his cock.

Hobie was obsessed with the way your ass jiggled against his hips, the way your back arched, how you seemed to be fucking him back with each other this thrusts, meeting him in the middle. Your makeup was smeared against the pillow, messy against your eyes and lips as you turned your head to the side to look at him with those pretty eyes of yours.

Now he understood why you had that last rule. A pussy like this could make him catch feelings. It was so tight and creamy and good god, the way you moved was so perfect. He was losing breath, losing sanity.

Hobie grabbed you by the hair and pulled you up to hear your moans better, your neck craned back. He leaned over and pressed his body into yours. "Say hi, dove." He put the camera in your face, only to see you all fucked out and drooling. You could only whimper, your gaze meeting the camera with teary eyes before closing. "Fuuuck." You cried you as he sat back up, his hand readjusting his grip on your hair, and fucked you harder.

"Yah makin' me lose it, luv." Hobie let out a huff. His hand grabbing the round of your ass and squeezing the meat there before sliding up to the small of your waist where his hand settled so he could pull you back on his cock. “Go ‘head ‘n take wha’ ya wan’, pretty slut.” He paused his hips, let you do all the fucking since you were such a pro. “Put on a good show.” He adjusted his hold on his phone camera and watched through the screen as your spread your legs a little further and pushed yourself back onto his length.

You started with just the tip first, just playing with that before taking the whole of his length. You were a professional at this. Looking back, biting your lip, working his cock like it was your last night alive. His mouth fell open with a moan, pussy so tight Hobie was scared the condom was gonna come off.

Hobie shuddered with the beginnings of an orgasm. “Jus’ like tha’, doll. ‘M so close.” He let out in a breathless moan. He watched your greedy cunt take him fully, down to the hilt, the grip of your walls sending him overboard.

"Take off the condom, cum on my ass. It'll look good for the camera." You were a pro at this. You knew what got the most clicks and a cumshot on the ass was only second best to a creampie. Hobie held no objections as he pulled off the condom quickly and wrapped his hand around his member to jerk himself off.

It didn't take much. Hobie muttered incoherently under his breath profanities and obscenities as he came hard. His balls tightened as he came against the round of your ass. "Fuck!" He barked and squeezed out all he had to give, coating your plush flesh in white, dripping in wet globs down your trembling thighs.

You rocked back and forth against his cock, milking him for everything he was worth, another ribbon came and dribbled down the slope of your back. There was just so much, nice and creamy, all over you. The fans would eat this up.

You stretched out much like a cat, even purred a little as you groaned and looked back at him, a little dazed, completely starstruck. He stopped the recording and put down his phone in the middle of the bed. His hands grasped your waist as he bent over you and began to kiss down the slope of your back, his gorgeous lips peppering butterfly kisses against your shoulder blades.

"What did I tell you, Hobie? No feelings."

"Nothin' felt, jus' needed to appreciate ya a little. Lemme clean ya up." Hobie gave you one more firm slap to your ass. He went to go grab one of the fancy, white washcloths hanging in the bathroom to clean you up with. He wet it, wrung it out, and came back to run it down your back in long, gentle strokes, folded it over, then got the rest of your behind.

“I guess I should return the favor, huh?” You said, getting up, sitting down before his kneeling figure. His cock was still half hard and dripping wet with the remnants of your juices and his cum. You look up at him with those eyes that could make a person fall in love, biting your lip to hide a smirk as you wrapped a hand around him to guide his cock into your mouth.

You wrapped your lips around him and lavish your tongue across the expanse of his member. He was so sensitive, shivering as your tongue passed over the salty tip. “Fuck, doll. You’re a masta’piece.” He stroked the side of your jaw with the tips of his fingers before reaching for his phone to record a little more.

He recorded you lazily sucking him off, the outline of his cock inside your cheek. The sink there was so soft, so wet, so good. “Look a’ the camera, luv.” He lightly slapped your cheek when you averted your gaze. You looked up at the camera, sloppily sucking before hollowing out your cheek and letting him go. It was a bit of a power play.

“Nice and clean, no?”

“You’re such a tease.”

You watched the video back when Hobie posted it a few days later, smiling as you bit your nails and watched the shaky, unprofessional camera work. It looked pretty authentic, just two people fucking and the video getting purposely "leaked" by him. It worked perfectly. Hobie was slowly returning back to his controversial, anti-establishment roots and your account was swarming with new followers.

As you watched, Hobie's contact popped up as a drop down notification at the top of your screen.

Wanna do it again?

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