#reader dcu

 Camera turns on. It’s only been three seconds, and the first visible shot is her core. She is clearly open and well-lubricated. Both of her legs are open – this time she doesn’t wear any binds, she is completely free. It is rare; not unwelcomed, just rare. She is only covered by two thigh high pieces of lingerie, black, that make her legs sexier. Though she naturally has a sexy essence involving her.

           The couple does this casually. No one really knows when they really started; the videos were quite homemade at its start, not of very good quality, but there was passion and clearly a connection. He roughly got her by her throat the first time they uploaded a video; it was hot, to say the least. He fucked her against the walls of the bathroom, and her legs trembled and were done for by the time he finished. She adored him. Anyone could see that just by looking at the desperation she searched his lips with.

           They never showed their faces, but that was fine; he had a body sculpted by the gods, and she was just like every dream wet anyone has ever had once in their life. Her skin is slightly dark, which perfectly contrasts with his, the whiteness and scars of it. She’s rounder in comparison: thick thigs but a small and tight waist. Perky nipples that could drive anyone crazy. But her butt is the best: is not small, by any means, and that’s perfect. Every time she bounces on him, every time he slaps her: it makes the public go wild.

           Lives are not very common, but they’ve been some months without publishing anything, so it seems they thought it appropriate. The thing is that they are not doing it for money; entrance prices for the live are pretty low, and that’s why the manage to have such a strong fanbase and public, so many tips in the show.

           The camera is static, and the shot is focusing on her gleaming pussy. They have been at it for a while, people presume; it’s quite obvious by the trembling of her thighs, and she’s moaning from time to time: it’s soft, needy. Hers are like little meowls, but not childlike; it is entrancing, charming, to have her submitted in bed like that, without anything to keep her from moving. Pure obedience.

           “She is close, can you see her?” He starts. He laughs, almost cruelly; there’s a lot of emojis that corroborate that in the live chat. Everyone is greeting them for being back as well. Some people have specially miss them. “(Y/N) said she’s so close she only needs what, baby? Ten seconds?”. He asks, again with a smirk, the most he’s shown in a long time. Like knowing she’s been asked, her legs tremble, she tries to reincorporate herself a bit, which he doesn’t let her do.

           “Not much more”. Her voice is soft, submissive and trembles at the end. She seems out of breath. It makes everyone wonder what have they’ve been playing at before.

           “Not much more than ten seconds. You must be extremely close”. His hand caresses the interior of her thigh, but it’s too far from her core, doesn’t even get close to her labia, glistening and slightly moving, asking for something to enter. It’s tempting. She cries as he touches her finally, spreads some more lube on her core, but after retracts. There’s a laugh.

           “Well, we got this new toy that I’d like to try out. It’s vibrator, sent to us”. He shows; his hand carries a pink toy, in the form of a half moon. A lot of people have never seen it, from the comments on the chat, but it has a button in the middle of the center, and the two rounded extremes seem to be the most interesting part. “Should we try it?”

           “Yes”. She begs, moving her butt on the sheets a tiny bit. You can almost feel the frown in his voice:

           “Yes…?”

           “Yes please!”. She finally says, like realizing it after a few seconds in silence, maybe too out of it. People find her cute, her thigs trembling for wanting it so badly, as the toy gets closer to her core.

           “Yes please. That’s a good girl.”. He praises her, both arms caressing the interior of her thighs, moving closer. It’s like he’s warming her up. “Oh, that’s very quiet. I wonder if it has more settings”.

           He tries it in front of the camera, close enough so that it can focus on it and see the little vibrations of it. They’ve invested in new material and you can tell: everyone can see the small motions of the toy as it vibrates, imperceptible as they may seem. He finally, with a laugh, takes the toy and places it on the left side of one of her thighs, making a path to her core; her stomach tremble in anticipation, her legs attempting to close: and just when he’s grazing the clitoris, he pushes again the button: it stills.

           “It’s pulsing isn’t it? Oh, no, wait. That’s nothing”. The pulsing had been done before, on her thighs. The frustration is clear on her voice, as she attempts to say something but she’s shushed by him. “Should we go for this setting?”

           “No! No, I don’t want the nothing setting!”. It’s a bit of a tantrum, really, with some cute giggles mixed. Giving in a bit, he pushes the button again: and this time, the two extremes touch her clitoris, making her melt into profanities and shivers in her voice.

           “Like that? Let’s see”. It’s like an experiment – the results are instant, but he’s attempting to see what makes her shout. “Is that good, baby?”

           She can’t answer. Not verbally at least. She moans something, maybe his name, before she gets shushed: it’s the closest she’s been to say something coherent, and the public is expectant, as her stomach begins to tremble. Her moans are shushed, probably by his hand – she fights back and attempts to get him off. It’s always entertaining the way she tries to gets rid off him and she always loses in the end. His tone does really get serious:

           “That’s more than ten seconds. Want to try another-?”

           “No! No! Please!”. She begs, one of her hands appearing on camera, attempting to take his hand and stop him.

           “No hands, baby.” He says, and she immediately knows to retract, not attempt, as wet as she is and probably desperate.

           Her moans get higher, every gasp shorter than the last one; she is breathless and trembling. Thighs are still apart, but it seems like it’s taking her the effort to do so. Is she close? Her right thigh always moves a bit more than the other one before finally cumming. And well, he always knows best. There are a lot of tips followed by suggestions of things he could do But he always knows bests.

           “Oh! Oh I’m-!”

           “Are you cumming?”

           “Y-Yes, oh my G-!”

           “Then come for me, baby”.

           It’s taken her less than usual, but her shouts are real as they start to increase. She changes from that cute and small voice to a deeper one, filling the room with inevitable sex sounds, a really high gasping as she closes her legs and what’s more, some squirting – she attempts to close her legs, make it stop, but his hands forcefully keep her open. And that’s the thing always when she wears no binds to stop her legs from closing. They discovered it by accident, apparently; on another one of her lives, and the toy seems to do wonderfully stimulating her to the brink and a little bit more. A gasp no one has ever heard before, gets out of her mouth, like she’s been killed, and she moves against the bed, trying to hide, almost. She has cummed, and it’s wonderful to see: the ending of the bed, where she bas been lying is covered in some of her fluids, and it can be heard in the back he touching himself, as the toy makes wonder sitting on her clitoris, almost attached there as she fights it, overstimulated at some point, given her shouts and movement in the bed.

           He makes it stop, but she doesn’t stop trembling – maybe cumming? Her stomach rises up and down quickly. She is breathless, done for; and still he demands a bit more, his hand caressing her wet lips and open entrance: anything could enter her as of now. She’s completely open and fully lubricated, drenching the sheets. It hurts as she caresses her clit over, and she moves her hips, like he burns: but he does so anyways, and she gasps, thighs slowly opening and letting him do as he pleases.

           “God, you are beautiful when you are all sensitive like this. I could blow your little cute pussy, and you would cum all over my mouth, like a little fountain.”

           Dirty talk gets her. Always. She’s weak for praises, and anyone can tell by the way her legs are more lenient on opening for him, slowly, bit by bit. It’s like a flower: the more care one gives her, the easier it is to give her love after. Viewers can only see the back of his head as he gets into the shot, kneeling down into her pussy. He kisses her thighs and slowly enters her core, asking for permission as she trembles, asking him to wait with her hand before he dives in. It’s torturous, but it’s loving – he waits as she comes down from her high and is slowly prepared to accept something else into her.

           “All wet down here, baby girl. I could slide three fingers in, you know? You can only take two, but you could take three now. So sexy, so open, so good for me. Can I drink you in? You can squish my head if you need to as I make you cum again, baby girl. I know how sensitive you get, and I’m planning on giving you two more fantastical orgasms. The bests, only for you, (Y/N)-“. This time it’s her the one that has to lunch into his lips and cut him off before he can say more than the first letter of your name. They both shyly laugh before kissing, and laying on the bed again.

           He kisses her labia, then her clit. His tongue searches for her entrance, but he thoroughly prepares her clitoris, almost assuring it that only pleasure will be received. A thumb stays near it, and she trembles in anticipation. ‘This is how you eat her out’, he seems to say as he starts, his tongue getting into her cavity and shivering almost immediately. One of her hands moves to his hair and he concedes: she doesn’t guide him out in any moment, but it gives her a sense of control she could get off on.

           All of her interiors are drenched, thus making the movement easier. He drinks her in like it’s water, and gulps notoriously, as if making it clear. The laps of his tongue are like those of a dog as he cleans her so that it doesn’t drench more the sheets. It leaves an uncomfortable sensation after, she’s told him before. His thumb slowly starts to rub her off as her hips get off the cloth, her nails start to dig into the duvet.

           “Oh, fuck-J. Fuck-J!”. She can’t help but say, quickly, almost babbling. He hopes the viewers really buy that, because he’s not stopping now that he has found what makes her fall. She desperately tries to dig her nails into his hair, the duvet, but nothing lasts too long. She’s too restless. “It is! I am!”. Clear indications as her right leg starts to move to the side, her hips start to try and get up. “Help me! Let me!”. She begs, chants, she’s getting closer and he doesn’t stop.

           “Cum on my mouth, baby”. He is clear as he slurps her in, drinks it all as she squirts in his mouth. She trembles, shivers and shouts as she gets off her high. He feels incredibly painful, but it’s not about him at that point. It’s all about giving her pleasure, putting himself aside and making sure his girlfriend can’t coherently think.