can you do some sort of continuation of cam girl or something like that with bobby franklin because i love my slutty little crop top boy with his slutty little camera filming his girl (like lowkey it could just be reader getting herself off on the camera as like bobby instructs her on what to do (she is most definitely camera shy at first but gets more into it)) but as it progresses bobby starts fingering her instead
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The cool floral sheets felt refreshing against your skin, a small relief from the summer heat. Even with the windows open, the room remained warm. A gentle breeze drifted through, blowing the lace curtains.
Bobby sat against the headboard, his shirt discarded somewhere on the floor. A camcorder rested in his hands as he scrolled through old recordings, most of them featuring you. A thin layer of sweat coated his body making it shiver in the light.
You lay sprawled across the foot of the bed, dressed in as little as possible in an attempt to escape the heat. It wasn't helping much. You head hung slightly off of the edge of the bed facing a fan that blew your hair slightly.
"It's so hot," you whined, rolling onto your stomach.
Bobby didn't respond. He only smiled at the camcorder's screen.
"Look at this one." Sitting up straighter, he turned the camera toward you.
"Hmm?" Your voice came out muffled against the mattress. Without lifting your head, you turned slightly to look at the screen.
It was a video Bobby had taken at work to help Clark promote the furniture store. In it, you wore a pirate hat with a small stuffed parrot perched on your shoulder.
You fought back a grin and gently pushed the camera away.
"Turn that off." Burying your face in the cool comforter again, you heard Bobby chuckle.
"I think you look cute." He glanced back at the video, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. You shook your head against the bed.
There was a pause in your conversation as you heard Bobby replying the tape to watch it again. You rolled your eyes. You could feel him staring at you. His eyes on your exposed skin that your tank top and shorts didnβt cover. Then, he spoke again. βWhy donβt we make our own little movie, huh?β
You pushed yourself off the bed with your forearms, interest peaked.
βWhat kind? You raised as eyebrow and rolled onto your side, facing Bobby who had a smirk plastered on his face.
βYou know.β He chewed on his lip, looking at you through his eyebrows. A dangerous glint flashed in his blue eyes.
βOne for just us.β Now you were sitting up fully. You kind of knew this topic would come up eventually. Especially with the way he was always filming everything like his camera was attached to his hand or something.
βLike a sex tape?β You questioned hesitantly.
βI donβt know. Something like that.β
You werenβt exactly sure how to respond. You trusted Bobby obviously but this idea was a new concept to you. Any intimate moments between the two of you were only ever witnessed by the two of you. Adding a camera was intimidating but you didnβt hate it.
βYou can start by taking off those clothes. You said youβre hot right?β the smirk on his face told you he was serious about this.
βI donβt know Bobbyβ¦β you fidgeted with the fabric of your lace tank top.
βWhat are you camera shy?β
You looked up at him again. His piercing eyes were staring right at you as he waited for an answer. His hair fell over his forehead, small peices sticking because of the heat. You could see his muscles tense as he moved closer to you.
βItβll be fun.β He rubbed your thigh gently.
βOk. Iβll do it.β You nodded looking up at him with doe eyes.
βGreat. You wonβt regret this baby.β He placed a quick kiss to your forehead before grabbing the camera off the bed behind him.
βWhat am i supposed to do.β You sat up at the edge of the bed while bobby stood in front of you, camera ready in hand. He looked excited as his eyes traced your body through the camera screen.
βWhy donβt you take that off.β He nodded his head at your top.
You shifted in your seat awkwardly as your fingertips pulled up the bottom of your top, revealing more skin inch by inch. Bobbys wide eyes never left your body. The cool air from the fan hit your skin once it was fully removed, leaving you in only your bra. Your eyes looked to the camera lens, feeling exposed in front of it. You didnβt even like photos of your face.
βItβs ok baby itβs just for me.β Bobby reassured you again, giving you a bit more confidence.
The camera zoomed in to trail over your body as Bobby gave u a hum of approval. You could tell he wanted to reach out and touch you by the way he was switching the camera between hands. Your cheeks and chest flushed pink from a mix of the heat and how flustered you were.
βKeep going baby.β His voice was low as he nodded slowly, licking his lips.
You reached to your back carfullly to unclasp your lacy pink bra. opening the clap slowly. You pulled the straps down your arms, eyes never leaving the camera. Except for When Bobby moved it away from his face to get a better look at you. You examined his face.
His eyes were wide as he looked down at you on the bed. So beautiful. And all his. Every time he saw you like this he hoped the moment would last forever. He wanted to capture it all in his mind. And new he could.
You looked like an angel straight from heaven. Skin glistening from the heat, hair slightly messy.
βSo pretty.β He said under his breath. A small, innocent smile crept onto your face as you revealed yourself to him fully. You looked up at him through your lashes, biting the inside of your cheek.
Finally, he let into his desires and stepped forward standing right in front of you, his legs on either side of one of yours. You stared at his waist which was just inches away before he placed his finger on your chin and tilted your face upwards to the camera. He turned your face, making sure to capture all of your beauty on film. He would put this footage to good use later.
His thumb went to your bottom lip, pulling it down softly. Your touch touched his thumb subtly Your mouth curved into a small smile and he chuckled softly. Then his fingers ran down your throat and across your collarbones to your chest, squeezing your breast tenderly. He inhaled sharply and you could see the crotch of his pants getting tighter.
You shivered under his touch despite the warmth of the bedroom. The only sounds were the quiet whirring of the camera and the rhythm of your shaky breaths. You whimpered softly as his thumb grazed your nipple. His eyes were squinted and focused.
βLay back for me angel.β You obliged, lying back. You felt the soft blankets touch your bare skin as you settled into them comfortably, the camera and Bobbyβs eyes never leaving your body as you did.
His hand left your chest as he stepped back just enough for you to protest.
βItβs ok, im still here.β You leaned back again as the camera hovered over you. You scooted back to the middle of the bed.
βYou wanna take these off?β He asked sweetly, taking the fabric of your shorts between two of your fingers and you nodded quickly, hands flying to the waist band.
Any embarrassment or unsure feelings left as soon as you felt Bobbyβs hands on you. Touching you so carefully like you could break, like you were made of porcelain.
You slipped your thumbs under the hem of the shorts, lifting your hips as you slowly pulled them down your thighs. Your panties matched your bra, pink and lacy, barely leaving anything to Bobbyβs imagination.
If you werenβt exposed before, you were now. Laid out on the bed in only your underwear with Bobby over you filming it all.
βTouch yourself for me, pretty.β his voice was different now. Lower and dripping with lust. He let out a shaky breath as he watched your hand move down towards the wetness already visible through the thin fabric. The camera followed your fingers as your began to rub yourself in slow circles.
Little whimpers fell from your plump lips that Bobby made sure the camera was picking up. Your hips moved as your back arched slightly off the bed. You almost couldnβt take the heat.
βAtta girl.β Bobby breathed heavily as he watched you, eyes stuck to your circling fingers as you writhed in front of him.
βPlease Bobby. I wanna feel you.β You begged, half whine, half moan.
βYou gotta be patient baby.β The camera panned back up to your face. Your eyes fluttered open to look into it before rolling back as your mouth opened, letting out a moan mixed with his name.
You moved your fingers in a quicker pace over the lace, imagining it was Bobby who was touching you instead. His fingers always felt better than yours. At this point, you had completely forgotten about the camera still taping your every movement. You were lost in the feeling of your approaching orgasm and every praise demand Bobby said as he watched you.
βPlease.β You said again, softer this time as your mind became fuzzy.
βTake these off for me. hmm? he said quickly. You could tell by his voice he was having trouble holding back as he grew harder at the sight of you.
Your stopped your movement and slipped your fingers under your panties pulling them off. They reached your ankles and Bobby snatched them off you, putting them in his pocket.
βBobby.β You giggled and he smirked back.
Your eyes drifted back to the camera and the nervousness was back. Your thighs closed instinctively, hiding yourself from the recording.
βDonβt be shy sweetheart.β the camera shook in his hands as he looked down at how wet you were, groaning at the sight.
If he didnβt have any self control he would be on top of you right now, kissing and touching all over your body.
His hand crept down to your thigh, moving it apart from the other to show all of you to the camera.
βFuck.β He groaned under his breath, pressing his lips together.
βTouch yourself some more. Show how wet you are for the camera baby.β you sighed at the loss of his soft touch but moved your fingers back down to rub yourself again. The feeling was much more intense now that the layer of your underwear had been removed, and you could feel just how wet you really were.
The shape of your mouth shaped into an O as your eyes shut tightly, back arched fully off of the mattress now.
βBobby!β You moaned his name as you slipped a finger inside.
βThatβs right. So good baby.β His voice was shaking with each word as he nodded his head in approval.
You were getting tired now. The combination of the hot room and how worked up you were was exhausting. Your fingers slowed their pace as you panted, chest rising and falling.
βBobby please.β You squeaked out, squirming on the bed.
βDonβt worry i got you angel.β Bobby switched the camera to his other hand and stepped towards you again.
His hand snaked down your waist all the way to your own hand, replacing it as he rubbed your clit slowly at first. You moaned louder, hands fisting the fabric of the sheets as you repeated his name over and over again like a prayer. The camera followed his movements, his fingers touching the wetness between your thighs.
Two of his fingers entered you, a stretch compared to your one. His pace was steady as he curled his fingers inside you, reaching were yours couldnβt.
βSo fucking pretty.β The camera moved down to his working fingers as he opened you up.
His movements stopped for a moment.
βHold this for me baby.β He turned the camera to face himself, holding it out for you to take it. You reached out, grabbing it with shaky hands.
βKeep it steady for me.β He nodded as his fingers rubbed over the outside of your thigh. Then, he looked to the camera lens and winked before kneeling on the bed between your legs.
His fingers started again with the same pace as before. You tried to keep the camera still as your back arched, hips moving forward to feel him more.
He leaned down pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh. Then closer and closer till his mouth was on your cunt, licking and suckling at your clit as his fingers moved in and out of you.
You were a mess. Moaning his name, bucking up your hips to meet his face, using your free hand to grab at his hair. You werenβt even sure if you were getting any of this on camera you were so fucked out.
βEyes on me.β Bobby said against your cunt sending vibrations up to your stomach.
Your eyes flicked open, meeting his as he made out with your clit. That was enough to send you over the edge. Your hips jerked up one last time to press against his touch before you sunk into the sheets. The camera fell from your hands and Bobby picked it up, pointing it towards your tired face.
βYou did so good for me baby.β He moved a strand off hair from your face before the camera shut off. He placed it on your nightstand before climbing onto the bed.
βCome here.β He said pulling your limp body up onto his lap. Your head nuzzled into his bare chest. stop didnβt care about the heat anymore because all you could think about was what just happened.
βYou ok?β He kissed your forehead gently looking down at your tired face. You nodded giving him a smile of reassurance.
βCan i have a copy of the tape?β You spoke quietly and Bobby chuckled.
βHell yeah you can.β He squeezed your arm and you smiled again contently.
