This might be oddly specific lol but would you write something about Bam taking some pictures of his gf (afab reader) with his Lamborghini and he gets super turned on and they bang? Thank youuuu
I'm alive!! Unfortunately this was very rushed, and I'm not entirely happy with the result. I do apologize for that. I believe it's still readable though haha.
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Bam Margera x fem!reader nsfw
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Lavish car
One of Bam's favorite things to do with you was show you off. Whether it was picking your outfits out, showing you off to the cast, or taking pictures of you.
Bam had recently taken up MySpace and loved sharing pictures of you. Showing his friends and whoever may have stumbled onto his page. He would buy you cute outfits to model for him.
This time around he had picked out some black short, shorts. Along with a skimpy black tank top. Your hair styled and brushed by himself.
He adored that the most. Taking the liberty of making you feel beautiful.
It was a sweet fall day. Bam's car was parked in his driveway, as you leaned over the hood of Lamborghini. Your breasts pressed against the shiny blue hood.
You have a sexy stern face for him, ending up giggling. He snapped a few photos with his flash, giving you a cheesy smile. "God, you're so fucking, sexy baby." He said smacking your ass, making you squeak in response. You got off the hood and opened his passenger door.
Sitting inside you leaned back, giving him some more poses for the camera. He snapped the pictures, telling you different positions he enjoyed.
He eventually sat the camera down. Placing it on the hood of the car. You gave him a questioning look. He stood in front of you. Your legs were parted, facing towards him, legs hanging out the car door.
"What's the matter Bam?" You said leaning forward a small bit. He spoke no words. He grabbed ahold of his belt. Starting to undo it.
Unbuckling it he opened his fly. You watched, confused, but not rejecting whatever idea he may have been thinking.
You of course knew where this would eventually lead. He could never resist a good fuck. Especially in his car or outside in the crisp air. It sent different types of pleasure towards you both.
He shuffled towards you. Still leaving a silence between you. You fully sat up, interested in his silent antics. He grabbed the camera once more. Throwing the strap around his neck, letting it dangle.
A bit odd. Unsure what he may be doing with the camera. Maybe filming the act. The thought of it sent shivers down your spine. He pulled his jeans down a bit, showing his purple boxers.
His bulge was tightly outlined, begging to be touched. He was just inches from your face as you stared straight at his tightened boxers. You leaned in close. Placing soft kisses against it.
Your lipstick leaving kiss marks on his fabric. Showing everywhere that you gave him attention. He hummed in satisfaction. His hands resting at his sides. You paused, looking up at him.
A small smile tugged at his lips. He left out a soft chuckle. "Take it out. Show me some of your sweet love." He said running a hand through your hair. His hand stays at the back of your head. His fingers tangling into your hair.
Not tugging or moving, just gently rested for a few moments. You pulled down his waistband. His incredibly hard cock lay before you. You began to leave soft kisses around his warm cock. Trailing down to leave kisses on his balls. As you went to kiss and please his tip, he flashed a picture.
You paused looking up at him. "Did I say to fucking stop?" He said in a mocking tone. You didn't question him. Continuing your love. Placing kisses in every spot of his length.
He hummed pleased with your work. Running a hand through your hair. His face displaying a small smile.
You finally took him into your mouth. Giving his head a few swift licks. You wasted no more time, dipping his cock into your mouth. His grip on your hair tightened. Letting out a breathy chuckle.
You opened your eyes a moment, pleasantly met with your favorite tattoo of his. The heart gram peeked back at you as his length was stuffed inside.
You worked away at him, at a decent pace. He flashed one more picture while you took him. Looking at a moment before dropping the camera back down on his neck.
He used both hands to force your mouth on him. His hips bucking into your throat. He only did this when he was really ready to cum. His cock slamming into you. He held your head close to him, emptying his load into the back of your throat.
Once he finished he pulled you off. Fixing your hair and tucking it behind your ears. "You look amazing in these photos. I'm going to need some more." He said holding up the camera. You smiled. As you smiled, he flashed a picture. This made you feel warm and wonderful about yourself.
Though not only warm in the face, you were warm and yearning for his friction. Waiting for his next moves. "I want you spread nice and wide on the hood of my car. I'll get those clothes off for you nice and easy." He said pulling the camera off his neck, and setting it on the hood of his car.
The butterflies in your stomach pounded. You had been together awhile by now, yet he still managed to make you feel like it was your first time again.
You stood up, face to face with Bam. Well. More so face to chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist, giving you a warm hug. His hoodie warmed you up quickly. Sighing against his embrace.
Though short-lived, because he began to pull your tank top off. Then your sports bra. It was quite chilly outside, but you didn't mind. It added to the effect. Once you were topless he admired your chest. He helped you shimmy off your pants, then your panties. Completely naked before him.
His admiration made its way to your chest. His decently large hands squeeze and knead at you.
You watch his movements, enjoying any touch you received. Soon enough, he was hiking you onto the hood. Cold against your bare body you nearly shivered.
He dropped his jeans completely now. His eyes fixated on your bare body. You lay somewhat spread, completely vulnerable to whatever he may decide to do. He dropped his boxers down, His half-hard cock hanging before you.
He did not remove his hoodie, so you would have to make do. Hoping you could slide your hands under it. Leaving him with tender scratch marks. Leaving you laying like a piece of meat, he trudged over a few feet. Extending the tripod he had brought outside. You hadn't even noticed until now. He lifted the camera off the hood and pushed it into its place. Adjusting the tripod to face you.
Once he was satisfied with the placement, he hit record. You should've expected him to record an interaction like this one. He would look back on it when he was alone in his hotel room. Mercilessly tugging himself to the sound of your moans.
You flashed a smile, signifying that you saw the camera. He trudged back over. Leaning over you. His hair hung over his face, and as he inched closer to your face, it tickled. He gave you a soft kiss. Then another. Then one last kiss before biting your lip and entering your mouth with his tongue.
Your tongue’s clashing together in desperation. Your chest squeezing against his scruffy hoodie. His arms caged you in. Removing his right arm to guide himself inside of you. He adjusted your position on the hood. Once he was satisfied, he guided himself slowly inside.
You winced a bit. It was never an easy task when he went in dry. The positioning felt awkward, but you knew you would unfold beneath him. Feeling the extra pleasure of being watched by the camera. The idea of him showing you off drove you wild.
After a few slow pumps, the pain was an eventual pleasure. Leaving your mouth agape, his agonizingly slow pace working away at you. His head hung low. The two of you nose to nose. Listening to one another’s desperate noises.
With a sudden change, Bam stood straight. Grabbing at your legs. The arch of the hood made it difficult, but he slid you further back. He spread your legs apart. Holding them on opposite ends Re-entering you. A new sense of pleasure washed over you. He didn't waste a moment
pounding inside of you.
He peered down at you. A twisted facial expression. The faster he went the more groans that escaped his lips. You peered back, mouth agape. Small desperate moans falling from your lips. His pace quickened, and you could no longer hold back.
Screaming in pleasure. “That’s it. Squeal like the little bitch you are. Getting fucked by such a popular man on such an expensive car.” He groaned. Giving a light smack to the face, you winced. It stung, yet felt amazing. He was always extremely dominant when he really got into it. His hair bounced in front of his face. The sound of skin slamming against skin echoed against the trees.
You were tipping the edge, and so was he. His right-hand letting go of your leg and attaching to your throat. His ringed fingers wrapped around you. He squeezed just enough, deafening your moans. “Say my fucking name. Fucking beg me to let you cum.” He said rubbing his fingers against your throat.
Overtaken by pleasure, and lack of air, you somehow managed words out. “Please Bam… Please fucking- Let me cum-” You managed out, little breath. He grinned. “Good fucking bitch.” He hit every spot that made you scream. Enough to stream tears from your eyes. The grip on your legs and throat so incredibly tight.
He groaned, his cock twitching inside. Bursting his load deep inside of you. Feeling yourself fill up, an enormous pressure inside. He didn't let up his pace. Making sure to stay as deep as he could. Emptying himself completely inside of you. He put your leg down and let up on your throat.
He hovered over you entirely breathless. He leaned down and laid soft kisses on your clit and hood. Kissing your thighs, and your stomach. He wiped his tip with his fingers, dipping them into your mouth. You accepted. Taking the salty taste in your mouth.
You were pretty damn cold now. Laying against the hood of his car. Uncomfortable to try and walk. He pulled his boxers up from his ankles, bringing his jeans up as well. Before buttoning his pants he grabbed his camera. “Don’t move baby.” He called to you.
You perked your head up a little confused but obliged. He walked over, spreading your legs apart. He shot a picture of you. Used and disheveled. “Now grab your breasts,” He said taking a small step back to angle his camera. You grabbed a hold of your breasts, pinching your left nipple. He shot the picture, satisfied with a smile.
“Alright now. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He said throwing the camera around his neck. He helped you off the hood of his car. You walked over uncomfortably and picked up your discarded clothes. He grabbed his trip pod and headed back towards the house. Following close behind, you were sparked by seeing the pictures once you were cleaned up.
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