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Soap x Camboy!Reader
Soap with camboy reader :3 Check out Price and Gaz versions! (Might add more CoD characters to this series, bc rn it's planned for 141 and vaqueros)
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Cw: Oral, Praise, Crying, Slut Shaming, Degradation, "slut, whore, bitch" is used, Sex toy, Aftercare but its brief and at the very end! Lemme know if I missed anything!
When you and Soap had gotten together, he had already known about your profession. Or at least, suspected you were who he thought you were. So when you told him, he had an easy and accepting smile on his face, explaining how he knew but didn't know how to approach the topic.
You had met through a dating app, talking for a bit before finally meeting up with each other. He was already outside the restaurant, dressed smartly with black slacks and a dark blue dress shirt. Trying not to show his nerves as his feet tap against the concrete, biting down on his bottom lip and worrying it between his teeth.
He knows he arrived early, anxiety and a wanting to finally have a relationship go well had him too punctual. But he's glad he came early, seeing you walk towards him and dressed like sin, a sweet smile on your face as you greet him.
"John? It's so good to finally see you in the flesh!" Your cadence sparks something in his brain, but he ignores it to greet you back. Both of you hugging, and ever the gentleman you are, handing him a box of chocolates he had mentioned liking the brand of once.
You were smooth, having Soap blush within the first physical meeting. Being treated so sweetly, your voice matching each action you did. Like pulling out his seat for him, eyes never leaving his face when he talks, truly giving him your full attention, hell you didn't even touch your phone.
It's when you excuse yourself to use the bathroom that he finally allows himself to think on your voice. On why it sparked something familiar in his brain, almost sending a shiver of arousal down his spine. On why your cadence, your voice, was so familiar to him.
His mind wanders, thinking of how good you looked, your skin color and posture all screaming in his head that he knows you from somewhere. Smiling distractedly at you when you come back, eyes falling to your hands and suddenly-
He breathes in sharply, swallowing thickly as he desperately tries to will down the blush he can feel spreading across his cheeks. Your hands, your hands are what clue him in. Everything finally sliding into place when your clean nails tap against the table nervously.
Of course he didn't outright ask you at the time, but he knew since that moment and waited patiently for the right time to talk about it. Waiting until you told him on your terms, never wanting to overstep and make you uncomfortable.
It wasn't until you sat him down one day, nervously worrying your bottom lip between your teeth as you finally talk about your profession. Only nervous because you really like him, and hope he isn't like your previous exes, or those types of guys that are judgmental. But no, not Johnny.
However, it was on a random day when you both were frotting against each other. Slick cocks dragging, held together by Johnny's broad hand as you thrust above him. Mouths slotting together, slow and sensual as your hips move in tandem.
Your phone's alarm goes off, making you groan but continue to frot against Johnny. Despite trying to ignore your alarm, Johnny pulls away to look up at you curiously as his hand loosens around your lengths.
"An alarm? What's that for, then?" He murmurs, raising himself up to his elbows and watching as you pull away. Eyes widening in realization as you pull on that mask you always wear in every video.
"Ye have an alarm for whan ye neit tae record?" Slick cock twitching against his stomach when you nod, curiosity and arousal beginning to warm his body.
"Yeah, but only when I'm doing a livestream. You know my schedule." You laugh, stretching yours arms and winking at him.
You're about to head out the door and into your recording room when his voice stops you.
"Can A join ye?" Is his oh so excited words, jumping out of the bed to stand next to you with eagerness in his eyes.
"You want to join? Really?" Is your surprised reply, but really you should have known better. Johnny loves showing off his body, loves being risky where someone can stumble upon you both. Wearing a mask to partially conceal his face and getting fucked in front of your fans? Makes his cock drip precum onto the floor as his hole twitches.
Of course after the serious talk of boundaries, and finding him an older mask of yours to borrow for now, you're all set up in front of the camera. Your followers eager to meet someone they haven't seen before, someone new and with such pretty eyes with pink lips to match.
"That's it, taking me in your throat so easy." Groaning as you zoom the camera onto his lips wrapped around your length. His blue eyes teary as each thick inch of your length slides down his throat.
"Too fucking easy, like you were made for this huh?" Making him shiver and squeeze around the dildo inside of him. The sound of the chat going crazy makes you smile lazily down at Johnny, feeding more of your length into his mouth.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're a little slut hm? Sinful little pink lips were just meant to be stretched around a cock." Moaning when he whines around you, his tongue gliding against the vein on the underside of your prick. Teary eyes pleading with you, begging for more.
"Go ahead slut, ride that dick if you're so desperate." Pulling yourself out of his mouth with a hiss, and stroking your length while he begins to ride the toy buried against his prostate. Mohawk damp with sweat, as tears of relief fall from his pretty eyes. The chat pinging like crazy when his mouth falls open to moan, your tip almost touching his lips as you keep stroking yourself with the camera pointed down at him.
"Pretty little whore you are, but so useless at giving head. Too busy needing your hole stuffed, yeah?" You growl out, eyes darkening as Johnny bounces harder and whines out a breathy yes. Punched out groans leaving him as his cock bobs, audibly hitting his thighs with his frantic rhythm. His hands using your hips to keep himself balanced, but painting the perfect picture of desperation in lust.
"Poor slut, I bet you wish it was a real cock with a man behind you instead of a toy hm?" Your words make him cry out, tears falling freely from his eyes as he wraps a hand around his length.
If you didn't know any better, you would truly think that Johnny has porn actor experience. Because the way he is acting is fucking perfect. Thick, beefy, hairy thighs working himself up and down. One meaty hand wrapped around his length and stroking furiously, as the other uses your hip for balance and grounding himself. All of his broadness and muscular body on display for the camera in your hand, livestreaming to so many that you've got a big man on his knees for you. Crying and whining so perfectly, mouth open as he finally gathers some wit and sticks his tongue out for your tip to brush against as you stroke yourself.
You're definitely doing this again.
"Just like that, perfect little slut. Doing so well for me." You groan, feeling your balls draw tight against your body. Knowing Johnny's close since his eyes are screwed up tight, nose scrunching as his thighs twitch.
"Go on whore, cum for the camera. Show them how good of a bitch you can be." Growling out when his hips stutter then still, thick ropes of cum falling from his tip and wetting the floor beneath you. His out of breath moaning making you grunt, triggering your own orgasm and painting his face. Some of your load hitting his lips and landing in his open mouth.
As you both pant, you zoom in on his partially masked face. Bringing your fingers to the cum on his cheeks, wiping it off, only to stuff it into his pliant mouth. Cleaning himself off of your spend with your "help" and making sure the chat sees how he swallows the mess down without issue.
When you end the stream, you take care of Johnny. Getting him all clean and into a fresh pair of boxers, cleaning yourself and changing into a pair as well. Both of you winding down from the experience, excitement slowly becoming a satisfied tiredness as you cuddle together.
"We're doing that again, aren't we?" Making you both laugh, sharing a promising kiss as you both tiredly ramble until you fall asleep.
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