Smut Fanfics

Chapter 5 : cam girl (dabi x reader🖤💙)

The television screen flashes through a cut scene, Dabi's leg bouncing in anticipation as he waits for the match to start. Today is just another day he has spare time to spend with you, while also satisfying his need for some action. The screen finally loads up, and he mashes the buttons of his controller casually, not letting a single soul go by without putting a bullet through their head. He is fairly calm tonight, not as irritable or anxious as usual. His body so easily molds into the back of the couch, allowing the cushions to embrace him so he can fully focus on his game. Of course, he may not be paying attention to you, but you have your own "game" going on.

Out of the corner of his eye, he can see you returning to the room in one of your lingerie sets. Nothing he has not seen before. Your laptop is still open, the camera facing your empty spot on the couch, Dabi's arm and shoulder just barely peeking into the camera's vision but no viewers really notice because they are waiting for you. Using the pink towel in your arms, you lay it down over your spot as an extra precaution to make sure you do not cause too much of a mess to the new sofa. Once the towel is angled accordingly, you plop back down into your spot, causing the couch to shift under your added weight. In your hands is a can of whipped-cream and the other is holding a steaming cup of coffee. The coffee, of course, is not for you, you slide it towards his side of the coffee table, all while making sure not to obstruct his vision.

You glance towards the comments:

CHAT ROOM
"Who's playing COD in the background lol"

"Am I the only one who sees someone's arm?"

"Does she have a boyfriend?"

You leave all of them unanswered, going back to your plans for the night.

Dabi can see you getting comfortable, starting off your show by dipping your head back and squirting some of the whipped-cream onto your tongue before swallowing it. Lately, the tasty treat has become a huge success on your channel, so you make sure to always bring it back until people grow tired of the sweet substance. You never talk in our streams, not even to answer questions, you just smile and wave, blow kisses, or when you really get into the show... you moan.

Your side comes down to lean against the arm of the couch, your body positioned sideways and your leg propped up so you can snake your hand down your chest, between your legs, only to then rub over your thighs. Dabi does not pay attention, and it is not because he is not acknowledging you, it is simply because you are doing your business and he is doing his own.

Tonight, you start with a simple Hitachi wand vibrator. The pink massager is turned on, and your viewers are on the edge of their seats waiting for you to begin. The vibrating is fairly loud, but Dabi's game drowns it out perfectly, allowing you to carefully drag the powerful device down the valley of your breasts, down your abdomen, before coming to press against your clothed cunt. Your hips instinctively grind up against the device, your cheeks already flushed with pleasure.

The pink lace you are wearing accentuates you perfectly, the way the sheer top allows your perky nipples to just barely poke through, and the thigh-high stockings that grip the thickness of your soft thighs. It is actually the set that Dabi bought you for your birthday, the lacy, sheer, and silk panties clinging to you like a glove and the garter belts perfect for pulling and snapping back against your skin. You look like a fairy of some sort in your erotic, lacy, pink lingerie. It hugs you so perfectly, and despite most of it being sheer and exposing your flesh beneath it, the pink hue and the lace give it a much more innocent appearance.

Your head turns, slightly hiding your face into your arm as you turn up the vibrations for the massager. Your thighs jerk, and you can see your viewers begging for you not to hide your face. You shyly peek out from where you had previously hidden, soft breaths echoing in the room, though still somewhat masked by the game. Your clit hits a particular spot on the Hitachi wand and you purposely press yourself down against the head of the device so it sends the familiar jolts. An all too loud cry escapes your lips, thighs suddenly closing together over the device, the vibrations course throughout your flesh and with this added pressure from your legs closing around it, the vibrations shake your entire cunt.