summary: in which; the best thing Harry ever did was subscribe to her page.
trigger warnings: sexual content, mature themes.
word count: 7k
includes: camgirl, masturbation (female and male receiving), written in the third person.
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Harry hadn't intended to find himself loading onto the webpage of his favourite site.
The uniform resource locator was bookmarked and tabbed to display at the beginning of the bar, though he hadn't consciously made the decision to watch her tonight. He had previously planned his evening to be consumed with procrastinated work tasks and forgotten emails that needed to be sent; more realistically with the film, he had been wanting to see since it left months weeks prior. Still, he found himself loaded onto the page that had his login information auto-filled and ready for his pleasing. The unconscious decision made him realize that although there was pressing work to be completed, it would be done more efficiently if he was able to relax beforehand.
Therefore, with idle fingers, he scanned his information before directing his mouse to click the button that would direct him to the site page. He paid no mind to the rows of other users that presented themselves to the public and swiped past the thumbnails that would make him feel as though he was cheating on the girl he truly wished to view. The women filling the screen were presented in various states of undress and although Harry was there for a reason far from pure, he wished that the bookmarked page would bring him directly to her individual site. He didn't wish to see others that greatly differed from the woman who consumed him with utter sweetness and immense lust.
With that, Harry stopped scrolling when he reached an area where he could leave his screen on without prompting guilt to flow through his system and soften his cock. Not a single woman filled the frame, rather an advertisement for the practice of safe sex, and he knew that he could then continue with his next actions. He swiped his mouse, clicked the search bar in the top corner of the page and keyed in the username that had become all too familiar. The correct suggestion came up after a few keystrokes, and he accepted it before he paid any mind to those beside it.
Her page filled his screen, the softened pink base backing the customized, personal page that Harry was presented with. Her username bluebirdsandhoney greeted him. It was accompanied by the details regarding her streaming schedule, which Harry pleasantly realized mentioned today's date with a time slot that took place in the next few minutes. Her Patreon page, which Harry had been a member of since she released it weeks after he began watching her, was linked to the right, and the sight reminded him of the exclusive images and videos, as well as early release, traditionally formatted videos he could find there.
He gazed at the home page with hearts in his eyes and particularly focused on the new status of her page. The message detailed that her stream would go live in a few moments and that her viewers should prepare themselves. Harry didn't hesitate before clicking on the link and joining the waiting room. It was a personalized format of the standby screen that the site offered, and Harry found that the touch made his time with her all the more intimate. The sweet messages filling the space where her stream would be displayed and the soft music filling his ears made him feel as though she had done this just for him.
Watching her—spending this time with her—was a dream.
Harry watched the sweet message change before she turned her camera on, the tip encouragements and amount of prematurely paid tips increasing as time went on. The thread of messages along the side of Harry's screen was being flooded far too quickly for him to read the sentiments of other individuals watching her. He attempted to ignore them, however, for he couldn't imagine his girl performing for anyone but him. It was a thought that would torment him otherwise.
His moment of contemplation was halted when the standby screen disappeared and the screen flickered. He was immediately taken by the blissfully familiar view of his girl with her face out of the frame, and the soft build of her body eliciting the pleasurable, conditioned reaction from Harry. His cock hardened and the pearls of precum bubbling from his tip increased tenfold.
"Hi, love," she spoke, her soft lips shaping the words as though they were dripping in honey. "How are you tonight? Feeling good?"
Harry found pleasure in the pattern in which she began her streams. She always began by inquiring about her viewers' days and although each of her viewers was there for similar reasons, his girl kept the beginning sweet and innocent. It had become one of his favourite parts of her streams, for Harry enjoyed basking in the notion that in another world, she could be his girl and perform exclusively for him. Regardless of the fact that he was unsure whether it was a calculated choice or an instinctual matter.
A regular flood of comments came pouring into the stream, numerous ignoring her question, prompting her to remove her clothes, or giving her short answers before commenting on her preferred title of a good girl. Harry struggled to follow the stream, but was nonetheless uncaring, for he much preferred typing out his response. Unlike other views, he didn't overlook her pleasantries, and instead commented politely.
Spoontoyourhoney: my day sucked until now :( you always cheer me up tho, and I'd much rather be here with you than doing work... :)
Although Harry wasn't certain she would respond or even see his comment in the flood of others, he hoped that it would stand out amongst the majority of filthy, performance-related statements. Harry was responding to her question and extending the pleasantries rather than jumping cock-first into the stream. A soft coo sounded through the speakers of his computer, and Harry adjusted it on his lap as a means to bring it closer. He wished to hear everything she offered—especially when it had a soft smile curling on her lust lips, as it did now.
"Well I'm very happy you're here, baby. I love spending time with you, so hopefully, your work can wait until tomorrow... I have some nice things planned for tonight that you won't want to miss."
Her breasts strained against the tight fabric of her shirt as she breathed, and it did nothing to conceal the plump tits beneath or the pert nipples poking through. If Harry wasn't feeling so happy with himself that his comment had been noticed by her, or the warm lilt of her voice when she spoke directly to him, he would have been enamoured with the sight before him. The way her bark arched to sway her tits, her hands resting on the plush of her thighs.
He listened on as she continued to reply to other comments, and he melted into the soft of his bedding the more she spoke. Her mention of plans had him praying that the stream would commence soon.
"Are you ready to get started now, baby? I've been waiting all day to have this time with you." Harry could feel the way his cock twitched at her words, and the sight of her hands playing with the sleep shorts bunched at the top of her thighs did nothing but emphasize it. "I can't wait to be with you... make a mess all over myself just because I want you so bad. You treat me so well, baby, it's time I learn to do it myself, hm? Don't you think?"
Hundreds of comments encouraged her and although Harry didn't partake in responding this time, there wasn't a single part of him that disagreed with the others. All he wanted was to see her. He watched as she followed through on numerous viewers' requests. She made a slow show of peeling the fabric of her top and revealed the entirety of her chest to the camera. Her breasts were all that Harry had ever dreamed of, and he watched the way your swollen nipples adjusted to the air around them with a salivating mouth. All the while he was longing for her and the newly bare part of her, she entertained comments and mewled at the compliments pilling in.
A hummed moan vibrated from her throat, the sound kissing Harry's ears and prompting his eyelids to flutter closed. He relaxed into the bedding around him, watching the way she removed what appeared to be sleep shorts from her legs. He was transfixed on her.
The standing position she found herself in as a means to remove her shorts brought the lower portion of her thighs and the upper portion of her calves into view. Harry noticed light pink knee socks covering her legs, pulling tighter at where they reached the plush of her thighs. The elastic was tight around the delicate skin and it was only when the shorts left her body did he peel his eyes from the sight. He was met with her panties, the center saturated with arousal and a tiny bow sitting prettily on the front band of them.
The removal of her clothing had her sitting back on her bed, leaning on the various pillows propped behind her back. She wiggled on her bed and spread her legs, her palm resting on her thighs before she ran them up and down the soft skin. Harry's cock pulsed at the sight of her, albeit delicately, touching herself, and it had him noting the tent that was poking at his sweatpants. He followed her movements and skimmed his palm down the flat of his bare stomach, the muscles beneath the butterfly tattooed into the skin jumping when the blunt of his fingernails caught his skin. He trailed his movements lower and, as a means to feel as though it was her touching him, he teased his hips in the same spot she currently was. It gave him the courage to dip his hand beneath the baggy fabric of his sweatpants.
"I'm so frustrated today..." she pouted, letting out a breathy moan of pleasure when she curls her fingers against the outline of her clit through the fabric of her panties. "Need to feel you so bad."
Her words allowed Harry to bask in the indulging feeling he felt when he slid his fingers into the tuft of curls at the base of his semi-hard cock. He was careful to not give in too much to ensure that he could last as long as she did, but he couldn't refrain from wrapping his fingers around his prick. He drew his fist upward in a slow stroke that pulled the air from his lungs, and a satisfied smile tugged at his lips that interrupted the gape that had shaped in wake of the moan he released. They matched the tiny ones falling past her lips as she pinched at her clit, wiggling her hips on her bed.
Harry brought his other hand to stay near his length, his fingers teasing the skin of his thighs. His fingernails grazed the crease of his thigh and raised goosebumps onto his skin. The feeling paired with the way she touched herself had precum blurting from his tip, sliding down his already thick shaft. Harry loosely wrapped his fist around the base of his cock and pulsed his hand around his thickness before taking a moment. He hurriedly shucked off his sweatpants as a means to not look away and miss any of her stream, now entirely naked as he watched who he wished to be his lover. A hiss escaped his pursed lips when his cock bobbed up against his stomach, precum painting the butterfly tattooed into his skin.
His cock jumped and moans fells from his mouth when he saw the way she leaned back on her bum and peeled the panties from her slick core. Strings of arousal clung to the fabric and created webs of something Harry could only dream to taste.
"I couldn't handle the feeling of it against me... was too tight, baby. The only thing I want touching me is you." she whimpered out, giggling at the praise streaming through the comment section. "You want a better view, baby? I can give that to you," she tilted her hips to be perfectly angled towards the camera, her legs parting as a means to show her viewers her cunt. She was far more saturated than Harry ever could have imagined. She brought her fingers to tease along her gleaming folds, parting them sweetly when a tip came through the stream. The whopping two hundred dollars would make a dent in Harry's bank account, but he would much rather she put it to good use. Perhaps she could buy a pretty toy for herself, or abide by his following statement.
Spoontoyourhoney: lick your fingers clean, honey. I know you're so sweet, need you to taste it now, please.
Harry watched happily as she brought her fingers to her lips, the plush pillows parting around the tips of her fingers. She sucked them into her mouth after teasing her tongue between the seam of the two digits and catching the strings of slick. They filled her mouth and slightly spread her cheeks in a way that resembled how she would look when Harry finally put his cock in her mouth. She pulled her fingers from between her lips to instead place teasing licks down the length. She sucked the tip into her mouth, slipping in and out from between her lips as an evident show. Her eyelids fluttered shut when she allowed her mouth to widen and lower down her fingers, taking more of them as saliva ran down the corners of her mouth. The small whimpers that left her stuffed lips became gagging noises. They had Harry spitting into his palm and wrapping it around his hot and heavy cock. Precum blurted from his slit when he executed the same rhythm she was partaking in. It was mere moments later that her lips popped off her fingers, the plush pillows slick with spit and curled into a pout.
"I wish that was your cock, baby, I wanna suck it so bad. Who needs my wetness when I could have your cum?" she spoke so sweetly, her tone resembling the honeyed aspect of her username. "But I suppose, for now, my toys will have to do... don't you think?" she turned on her bed to reveal the numerous toys on her bed, a large vibrator taking the center of the pile. "Can I have my vibrator, please? I need it so bad."
Her pleads had the comment section filled with messages of acceptance, pleading for her to use her toys. Harry, wished for her to feel as good as she was making him feel. The comments had her reaching across the bed to get the small bullet vibrator, immediately turning it on and bringing it near her body. She brought it to her pert nipple and ran it across the bud before trailing the vibrator down her stomach. The sound of her sweet moan echoed in Harry's ears and it had him tugging at his cock, making himself hiss once more. The first press of the vibrator against her clit had her throwing her head back, her body shuddering against the pillows behind her. She pressed heavily against her clit and rubbed tight circles around the bundle, never having felt this wet before in one of her streams.
"This is exactly what I've needed all day, thank you. Took everything not to stay in bed all day and make myself cum thinking of you."
Harry's grip on his cock went from being loose to a tight fist, moving at a fast pace up and down, his tough tugging making him let out deep moans.
"Can I touch myself more, please? I'll only do one at first, I promise."
She received approval through the form of an abundance of comments, and it had her free hand reaching down to her cunt. Her knees lifted to be pressed to her chest and it exposed her glistening hole, the sight fleeting when her index finger circles between her wet folds. The vibrator remained pressed to her clit, and she pushed the digit into her cunt with a moan. Her movements came slowly and it took her many moments before the pace increased tenfold, the microphone attached to her streaming camera picking up the sounds of slick. She began pleasing for another finger, claiming that she didn't feel full enough for satisfaction.
"Please, baby... I need another one so badly. Don't tease me, please, I need it... I need two more, please," the sheer desperation could be heard in her voice, "I need t-three, can I?" she asked, a moan following her words.
Spoontoyourhoney: go ahead, baby, add two more for me. I'm so hard watching you.
His comment was messy with how he was typing one-handed, but he couldn't find it in himself to care.
"T-thank you," she huffed, running the tip of her fingers between her folds as the vibrator continued on her clit. She gathered as much wetness as she could, teasing the tip at her entrance and finally pushing them inside of her. She eased them in and out, her cunt visibly stretching around the large intrusion. Her following statement was what had the head of his cock becoming ruddy and flushed, the shine of his precum coating his shaft. "You're 'so hard watching' me, baby?" she asked, the inquiry notably directed to Harry.
Spoontoyourhoney: all for you, honey. You're so pretty with your fingers in your cunt.
She squeaks when her fingers bottom out inside of her, momentarily letting herself rest before the increasing speed of the vibrator on her clit made her fall forward. She was barely able to brace herself on an arm and Harry watched as spit dribbled from the corner of her mouth, moans falling past her lips one after the other.
"Feels so good. Look at what you do to me... I'm gonna come much faster than I thought."
The statement had Harry's free hand coming to cradle his balls in his large palm. His mouth was watering at the sight of her and although he wished it were his fingers in her cunt, he could settle for the notion that a release would soon come. The way he was fucking his fist did nothing but concrete the notion.
"Mm," she moaned, her rhythm speeding up and fingers hammering inside of her, "Do you like seeing me fuck myself for you? I bet you wish it was your fingers, though, right, baby?"
Harry released a loud moan at her dirty talk, feeling as though she knew exactly what he was thinking. The hold on his cock tightened but the pumping of his fist stuttered, the wetness seeping from his slit sliding between his fingers.
"This feels so good, baby. I'm thinking about my fingers being yours... or it being your big cock instead. It would fill be so good, wouldn't it?" She prattled on about her fantasy as the fire burned brighter in her tummy. She was clearly desperate, inserting her fingers with fervour as the moans never ceased to fall from her mouth. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Your big cock fucking my hole, making me all messy with your cum."
Harry wished to be the one to cause those moans to fall past her pretty lips, but the desire remained that. A desire. It was merely the image of her before him spurring on his arousal. He watched with his hand tugging at his cock as she brought herself closer and closer to release, moans spilling from her lips and filtering through the speakers of his computer. Her body appeared to be succumbing to pleasure and it had Harry varying the pace of his strokes, speeding up and bringing himself close to finishing.
"Feels so good, baby, fuck. I need to come so badly!" A groan bubbled from her lips, and she sounded breathless as she spoke, the statement accompanied by a small shudder. Her weeping hole gushed more wetness, soaking her fingers and prompting the slick noises to increase tenfold.
Spoontoyourhoney: you're so gorgeous baby, love your cunt so much. So, so gorgeous I wanna see you come so bad.
Another loud moan filtered through his ears when he pressed enter and submitted his comment. He was hopeful that she would notice it as she had the others and found himself to be pleased when she did.
"You want me to cum, baby? I only will if you're close too... I don't wanna cum without you." she moaned out his words, and Harry wanted her to cum so badly that he already began his following comment. He deeply wished to see the sticky dollops of her orgasm be released all over her fingers and the plush insides of her thighs.
Spoontoyourhoney: I'm so close honey I'll cum with you
"Good baby, okay," her voice was breathless as she crooned, her pleasure nearly making her statements incoherent. The high lilt to her voice was evidence that she was close, if not for her following words, "Your good girl will cum with you... I'm gonna cum so hard for you."
Harry watched as her fingers remained soaked inside her pulsing pussy, her walls tightening around her digits. Strangled groans spilled from her lips and were accompanied by statements detailing how good her fingers inside of her felt. Harry felt similarly with how he pumped his cock, the slick of his precum making the passing of his fist over his length easier. The slick runs had his thighs tensing, but he didn't dare look away from the screen of his computer. He didn't wish to miss the moment you finally came.
"I can already feel that this is gonna be a lot, baby... I just know I'm gonna cum so much for you." she groaned before a whimper left her throat, cut off by her moaning. "I've saved this cum for you all day... it's gonna be so good."
Hundreds of comments rolled in at the mention of her release, and each pleaded for her to get on with it. Her tip meter surged and although Harry was commonly the highest bidder of those who watched her, the work he was refraining from doing and his constant presence on her page had his funds growing tighter. Not to mention his inability to type when his cock was jumping, small blurts of precum pearling on his tip.
"I'm gonna show you... I'm gonna cum, baby."
It was only a moment later, with her fingers roughly plowing inside of her cunt, that her entire body fall forward, thighs shaking violently as she came. Her fingers left her weeping hole in time for dollops of cum to drip from her cunt, coating her fingers, cunt and thighs in the release. The abundant amount of cum had her eyes hooded, and soft moans flooding Harry's ears. Her cheeks were dusted with a flush as she breathed in stuttered breaths—her tummy quivered and her teeth bit at the plush of her lower lip.
Her release brought his own, and only a moment later did white ropes of cum paint his chest. They shot high and landed on the inked wings of his butterfly, his fist roughly tugging at the shaft of his prick as he came. Sprays of cum coated his skin and deep moans had his breath coming out laboured. His hand slowed as the ropes of cum halted, and he took the moment to listen to her sweet whines. She turned off the vibrator and breathed in relief when she managed to bring her cum-coated fingers to her lips and suck them clean. Harry looked through the comments rolling in. He wasn't surprised to find that the tip meter had gone higher than he had ever seen it before. She was right in that her load was significantly larger than usual, and it certainly prompted numerous positive responses. Including his own.
Harry watched on, immensely satisfied albeit slightly disheartened with how she was preparing to end the stream. She straightened herself out and, varying from the previously lust-filled croon, her voice breezed into a more romantic lull.
"That felt so good, I don't even know what to say except thank you. Thank you for following through and making me feel so, so good. I can only hope that I made you feel the same; thank you for spending this time with me. I hope to see you soon, baby. Goodnight."
Harry watched with hearts in his eyes as the screen went black and his camgirl disappeared. The culmination of the stream brought Harry back to her main page, and it was with his thoughts entirely focused on her that he realized that subscribing to her page was the best thing he had ever done. He couldn't wait for her next stream.
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