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[t1ts-4-donaldson]

Camboy!Art Donaldson x Shy!Reader

This is long I'm sorry + first time writing I apologize for any mistakes

You're sat on his bed eyes gazing around the room attempting to not meet his eyes, you only do when he clears his throat a small smirk lacing his features. "Well are you up for it?" He mutters cooly a tent slowly forming in his boxers as he rakes his eyes up and down your body. "Sure yeah.." You mumble anxiety flooding your veins, "Art you know I've never.. you know had anyone touch me there." You admit picking at your nails embarrassed.

"Don't worry I'll take care of you.." a mischievous glint in his eye, something dark but it's gone before you can really register it. He pats his lap as you pad across the room but halt when he tugs at your shorts before you can sit down "off.." he requests, you shuffle back and forth on your feet nervously before stripping down completely. A small smile makes it's way on his lips before he peels his own boxers down dick slapping up hitting his shirt.

You gulp looking down and he smirks "I don't bite come here." He tugs your hand and forces you to stand between his legs, he turns his laptop camera on and adjusts you pulling you down and molding you against his chest.

"Spread them open baby.." he whispers in your ear both his hands splaying your thighs apart, your cheeks flush red, legs closing self consciously.

"It's ok, no reason to be nervous." He tips your head back smiling but pauses and drops his cocky facade furrowing his eyebrows at your reluctance, "we don't have to." He reassures you.

You shake your head no an I want to you slipping out of your mouth he laughs "good." You adjust yourself on his lap hands gripping his thighs tightly, "now what?" you ask eyes wide looking at yourself in on screen. "All you need to do is relax" he pecks your cheek then leaves a trail more down your neck sucking a bruise there, he leans forward and presses record moving both of our faces out of the cameras view.

He drags your top up exposing your chest, his hand slowly roams up pinching your nipple you yelp in surprise. "So reactive" he whispers one of his hands shifts down slowly across your stomach then between your legs fingers lightly brushing your cunt, you spasm a bit at the new sensation and settle "calm down.." he grumbles voice muffled by your skin. He tugs at his member pre cum coating it as his hand glides up and down, your jaw drops as you peer over his glazed cock almost making you drool. Your mind starts to blank as you freely rub up against his moving hand cock drunk, but he slows down and smiles when he realizes what you were doing. He shifts his hand pressing his cock up against your core, clit bumping up on his dick.

Your hips move on their own accord following his movements grinding with his hand. "Fuck" his head drops back as your wetness coats his dick a desperate mewl escapes your mouth as you rock back and forth, loud shlicks echo the room soft ah's leaving your mouth. You bite your lip as pressure builds in your abdomen but stills when a loud groan suddenly leaves his mouth, his spunk coating your belly white residue left on you as he rides out his high legs shaking beneath you. You slump against him pouting dissatisfied.

His grip on your thighs loosens he catches his breath, he pauses when he senses your disappointment "aw.. you didn't cum did you." He mocks faux concern lacing his voice, you huff lowly head lolling back onto his shoulder "not fair." you grit but he grins "I'll take care of you, I'm not that mean."

he leans back clutching your thighs and raising your hips, one hand swiping the sticky residue from your skin down onto your open mound smearing the glossy white sheen across your entire cunt, finger tips barely pushing his seed into your hole, he chuckles as you cry out legs snapping shut. "No.. stay open," he growls voice hoarse as he pries your legs apart preventing them from closing.

He rubs slow circles on your clit. Your breath picks up a pitiful whine leaving your lips "Art.. more" you beg hands grasping his arms

He rubs harder pressing your body closer to his, "cum" he demands and you reach your peak body convulsing against his, mouth jutting open a groan ripping out of your chest.

your eyes flutter open as you see comments flood in on the screen followed by donations, "that was good.." you whimper in your fucked out stupor relaxing against his hold.

"I'm going to have fun with you." He murmurs kissing the back of your head.