❥ tordtom oneshots《

bad idea !

edit from fucking OCTOBER: i forgot this was in my drafts for months, but all i had was the a/n in the beginning, so i completely CHANGED THE IDEA. the song bad idea! may not even be referenced at all and im SO SORRY IF IT ISNT AAA-

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of course id make a smutshot (not requested but still) with girl in red, its my lesbian culture.

oh god please dont tell my i offended anyone with that-

word count; 3,060

genre; smut/nsfw/lemon which i really need to cut down on so many requests and im still writting smut on my own aAAAA

song im referencing SOMEWHERE in the smutshot; bad idea! - girl in red

camboy au

kinda kinky?? idk how to do the kink E

kink shaming is my kink.

probably gonna go back to fluff after this, ive written too much smut this quarantine, and as much as i am getting good at writing this (id think so) despite the horny being non-existant for me

i gotta write some CUTE SHIT man

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-ˏˋ 3rd person pov

"£70 and my panties are off," a smooth, charming voice blended with a British accent purred into the microphone mounted up on his bed; it was like liquid velvet, not only was it charming, it rilled up his audience from how sultry it was crooned. Tom's black, sparkling eyes watched the pounds slowly count up on the display bar of his livestream. Soon enough, he reached 270 pounds, earlier being only £230, and it's only 11 in the morning.

Tom worked as a camboy, and in his view, it was quite a fun way to live. Dirty, but a thrill. Plus, it paid quite well. Nice enough for a comfortable enviroment of accommodation (him being able to stay and pay his rent at Edd's), also, loads of attention. Maybe from creeps online, but attention nonetheless. They treated him like royalty when they weren't dirty talking him in the chat, and he was fond of his audience. He wasn't bad at this either. He had the natural luring of a siren, however, he doesn't lure men out to the sea just to kill them. Thomas was sweet, he was the cuddly kind of guy, just better in bed. And damn, does a lack of gag reflex come in han—

Ding!

He jumped up a bit, looking at the screen. Ah, they had gained £70 for the next request, where his lovely, tight, lacey panties are off. He read the prompt from the viewer whom paid the most in that rush.

'I'd love for you to turn around and lean over as you take those panties off, give us a little show, y'know?'

Tom rolled his eyes slightly, not like anyone could tell, and rolled over, his knees arching his hips up, pressing his face and chest into the mattress.

His hands curved back to slowly grip the hem of the lacey lingerie, slowly pulling it down to expose his perky, bubbly bum. Reaching back more, Tom circled the tip of his pointer finger around his blushing entrance, panting softly, a sly grin still on his teeth. His other hand spread his cheeks (god did i cringe at that, what am i writing), squishing the flesh in his grip. He watched the donations double up, obvious excitement sprouted in his audience.

"Mmh, I know you all love watching this, watching me be a dirty boy," he cooed, poking his finger in himself before pulling it out, teasing both himself and his viewers. "Got any requests, my masters?"

Just about 90 pounds came in with the request, 'spanks?'

God, people blowing money for Tom to spank himself.