Video Vixen [ ◉¯]
Paring: Dave Lizewski f!Reader
Summary: Video calling Dave with your best friend on the phone. He's anti-social, not completely clueless.
Genre: Smut | MDNI
Warnings: sub!Dave, dom reader, college au (all characters in their 20’s), swearing, pwp, suggestive, voyeurism (kinda), sexual tension, fingering, mutual masturbation, cum play, nipple play, edging
Word count: 2.1K
A/N: Aaa ty guys soo much for the love on my last series! Trying something different this time! Hope you like <3 divider by: @anitalenia
Computer nestled on your lap, you finish up the last bits of the Superman movie series. Your best friend practically begged you to watch with her. Clark Kent was definitely in your top ten lists of men, if not the number one guy in your fantasies. While scrolling through each other's socials on call, everything feels repetitive. Same old photos of friend groups at the beach over spring break or mini cafe dates. The conversation goes quiet while you idly spin around in your rolling chair.
She breaks the silence by bringing up the idea of texting a random guy then blocking his number.
“I’ll send you his profile, just add him back and see how quickly he responds!”
“Boring as hell..We did that sooo many times. Think of something better,” you continue to twirl around in your chair. She rests her head in her palms. Suddenly, a devilish grin flashes at the corner of your screen, conjuring up the perfect scenario.
“Call that weird guy in your computer science class.”
“Which one, literally every guy in there fits the description?” You snicker.
She nods agreeing with your jab. “Mmm weird one with the curly brown hair, carhartt jacket that kinda smells like cheesy doritos, and dorky metal frames. You brought him over once,”
“You mean Dave?!”
“YES! Dave! I completely fucking forgot his name but he looks like he got a big dick” your best friend giggles, licking her lips at the thought of him spread open and breathless.
Your face completely drops “Dude no I cant do that to him! He literally saved my ass and did the whole project himself, no questions asked.”
You still have Dave's number saved. One of your assignments was to code a simple website and present it to the class within an hour. You knew nothing about coding or even setting up a successful website, but he offered to let you join his group after seeing the frustration on your face. After a stressful presentation, your group got the highest score but you haven’t spoken to him since.
“You pussying out?” She rolls her eyes “I knew you weren’t gonna do it”
“I’m gonna do it. Just not Dave. Pick someone else.”
Her grin grows wider “Why not Dave? You like him orrrr”
“No not really, I mean he's pretty quiet… doesn’t even look at me when I wave at him. Hes always typing fast as fuck in the back of lecture hall and squinting at the board. Probably busy right now.”
“So? Bad excuse.” She laughs “Guy barely notices you! He’s perfect! Call him on your laptop and put me in the corner so I can see. He's probably reading his stupid ass comics and jerking off.”
You nod reluctantly, regretting even bringing up your boredom. You skim through your closet looking for something cute. Most of your clothes were pretty basic; jeans, skirts, and old band tees. Nothing super eye-catching for the occasion.
You hold up an oversized sweatshirt “This good? I mean I could wear this and hold up a sheet of paper or something” you fumble around a pile of clothes.
“Girl…” she stares at you blankly “Are you trying to make him hard or fall asleep? Mmmm..” she flicks through her phone a little more then shares her screen “PUT THIS ON! You have to oh my god” plastered was a pic of you two clinging onto leather face’s chest at a costume party. Her in a catwoman set and you on the right in a skin-tight black bunny bikini.
“Absolutely NOT!” your face feels hot as you pull on the sweatshirt.
“Like I said, you’re a loser! You literally wore that in public, what’s the fucking difference?” The difference was that Dave was a sweet guy who kept to himself and his friends, Todd and Marty. He didn’t even bother talking to anyone after class and spent most of his days in the library whenever you did run into him. It was cruel to toy with his emotions.
You groan and shuffle through your bedside drawer. Pulling out the familiar fabric and resting it carefully on your bed.
“AAA you found it! Great, now set me up” You walk over to your desk. Propping your phone against the wall.
"I'm putting you on mute. Behave.”
As you slip off your bra and slide down your pants, the hairs all across your body stood up. The room felt frigid, enclosing you into the moment. You step into the skimpy bikini and tie the drawstrings. Rest the bows just above your hip bone. The busty bikini top was no better. It only covered a part of your nipples, squeezing the sides of your breasts. As you look at your phone screen, your bestie screenshots a bunch of photos while silently hyping you up.
A notification vibrates on your phone
[bestie] You ready >:D ?
Your eyebrows furrow as you nod into the camera. She shoots a big thumbs up as you take a deep breath. No turning back now, especially since you peeled off your comfy pajamas. You slip on the matte black bunny mask and button on the tail attachment. To set the scene, you press on the led lights secured behind the bed frame. A vibrant shade of pink casts its color onto all of your surroundings, making your bedroom feel more sensual than usual.
“Ready.” you mouth, clicking the video call icon on your laptop. Copying and pasting his digits into the search bar, you press enter, allowing your webcam to start. The call rings for 30 seconds while you linger around the room. No answer. Your bestie frowns and speedily types in the corner of your screen.
[bestie] Call him again!!
You don’t know why her words have so much power over you, but deep down you were curious about what Dave could be doing this late at night. You press the call button again, At the last ring your call is finally answered. At the same time, in the corner of your eye you see your phone blowing with texts.
“H-Hello?” His voice husky and glasses completely off, exposing his tired yet alluring blue eyes. His back hunched over as he spoke. All he can see is a splotchy figure, pinkened by your led lights.
“Hey Dave <3” Your voice is velvety as you wave gently.
Dave narrows his eyes and grabs his clanky glasses.
He leans in closer to the screen with your cheeky reflection in his glasses, laptop screen barely lighting up his face with everything else in his room invisible.
“Holy shit! W-who are you?” He rubs his eyes and clicks the video call information. No caller ID and no shared contact. He quickly switches back to the window with you on display. You step closer to your laptop, letting your tits crowd the camera.
“Shhh don’t worry..” You trail off, parting your soft pillowy lips with your finger.
Dave sucks his teeth “Todd fuck off dude. Seriously, im trying to get some sleep”
His comment catches you off guard, you shake your head trying to refocus “M’ not Todd silly” keeping a playful tone. You step back from the camera and pose against the edge of your bed. Arching your back slightly, with your entire ass on display. Stubby tail swaying hypnotically side to side.
His eyebrows raise as he sits up in his chair, taking in the sight of your ass sucking up the tight latex. Your pussy print peeking through the thin material.
“A-Are you real?” Dave couldn’t believe a real girl would be calling him like this. Could be another fake video Marty shared for his spank bank. He can feel the sensation of your tongue tracing slowly against his tip before pressing his dick down your throat.
“I dunno you tell me,” You lie stretched out against the mattress and spread your legs open a little bit. The wetness of your slick pooling up between your pussy as the tight fabric tugged against your clit. Letting yourself open a little bit and slowly dragging your finger between your slit.
His pouty lips quivering as his eyes dance across the beautiful frame displayed right in front of him. The thought of all this, only for him, made his dick stiffen under his soft flannel pajama pants. His breaths grow more ragged as he fists himself beneath the table, slowly stroking up the curly base as his tip grew glossy and flushed.
“You like that hmm?”
He nods obediently with his back glued to the chair. You continue to thumb out long drawn out circles against your puffy clit as slick covers your fingers. With your other hand, you playfully slide your fingers under the bikini top and cup your breast. Dragging slowly across your pierced nipple. Now, desperately pounding himself with his eyes heavy and lidded, you curl your middle fingers deep into your pussy.
A choked whimper escapes his lips as he grips the armrest of his desk chair. Head tilted back while his jaw clenched. His shirt lifts a little, exposing the trail of hairs leading to the base of his throbbing dick.
He begs for you to stay just like that with sight of you spread open for him and the soft pink hue shining off of your skin.
Just as you were about to come undone, Dave’s eyebrows furrow as beads of cum splattered all over his stomach. The hot liquid traveled down the tip, leaving a sticky residue all over his hands.
Before he could say a word, you stumbled off the mattress and shut your laptop, sweat glistening from your forehead. This is the first time you’ve ever made a guy cum at the mere sight of your body.
You quickly grab your phone and reply to the long awaited messages flooding your screen
1hr ago [bestie] Bro it hung up on me
1hr ago [bestie] GIRL CALL ME BACK!!
you type steadily
[you] Aaaah sorry I thought you could see!
[bestie] I saw your ass LOOK over then the phone disconnected -_-
[bestie] Anyway how'd it go ;) did you take pics
You roll your eyes and continue to type
[you] Ew wtf! Im not a fucking perv
[bestie] I bet he did tho 0.0
You laugh awkwardly behind your screen. There's no way he could’ve snuck a photo since your laptop notifies you immediately right? Panic rises in your body. You begin to play out all the possible instances of him snagging a picture. Maybe when you were bent over, ass spread in the air with your bushy tail poking out. Or with your head thrown back in pure ecstasy after watching him come undone for you. Fuck you should’ve been more careful.
—--⭑𓂃
As the call disconnected he sat in silence for a few minutes. Suddenly, something snapped inside him. He fiercely clicked away at his keyboard searching for any traces of this mysterious seductress sent to him in the middle of the night. He needed to find the girl that made him mewl in his seat.
Cross referencing the addresses of his friends, none of the numbers made sense. Definitely wasn’t Marty or Todd, too far away from their zones. He digs a little deeper, sifting through the numbers in his phone one by one. Not Katie or the girl who sits in the front row during lecture. Ping! hit his curated system.
His jaw runs slack as he sees the number illuminated on his screen, “Y/N?!” he blurted out. Finding the very IP address you failed to conceal with a VPN.
It can’t be you right? You’re nothing like that in person. Always casual and down to earth. Never really “out-there” sexually or gave him any signs of interest. He pauses for a moment, hovering over your number on his phone. His heart pounding out of his chest before finally shutting off his laptop for the night. There's no way you would’ve set up such a ridiculous encounter with him of all people.
He frantically types out a text message in the group chat with Todd and Marty before completely deleting his message. He rests his head on his pillow, tossing and turning at all the possibilities. Someone must have hacked your laptop.
—--⭑𓂃
You walk into class trying not to draw too much attention towards yourself. Calm down, you tell yourself before resting your things on the desk. A few minutes later, Dave walks towards his usual spot in the lecture. Pulling out his laptop slowly and turning down the brightness with his eyes darting around the room just in case anything weird popped up. As the lecture went on, you could feel Dave's gaze lingering in your direction.
The professor's words about script programing went in one ear and out the other. Instead, images of Dave’s lips slightly parted as he groaned out for your touch crowded your mind. You look at him in your peripheral vision and turn your head, noticing his face growing redder.
He definitely knew it was you.
