THATS MY WIFE 😆😆😆

another ellie audio for my lil bb’s 🤍

as per usual, nsfw, mdni, listen w headphones <3

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Boy next door!Eren

Part 3 (Part 1 | Part 2)

warnings: 18+, NSFW⚠️ , perv!Eren, some exhibitionism at the end hehe

note: *inserts “omg! it’s happening!” gif from The Office lol*

Boy next door!Eren who you know is probably watching you right now as you were leaned against your kitchen counter, wearing the pretty pink lingerie he got you earlier this week.

You were drinking your morning coffee and reading your book, which he looked into btw and learned that it’s actually a smutty book. He lets out a guttural whine at the fact that you were doing all these things in the early hours of the morning.

Naughty girl!Y/n 🙈

Boy next door!Eren who knows he shouldn’t be doing this. His roommates could walk into the kitchen any moment!

Yet, he continues to stroke himself to you. His pretty neighbor wearing the lingerie that he anonymously got for you. He wonders if you knew it was from him. You didn’t say anything about it, but you obviously knew because why else would you be torturing him right now? His pretty neighbor that he’s been dying to sink his teeth into for months. His pretty neighbor that he knows for a fact has the softest skin. His pretty neighbor that always smells so fucking good. Fuck, your sweet scent is practically imbedded in his nostrils by now. His pretty neighbor that he jerks himself off to, practically every other night using your instagram photos. They’re just normal photos of you, but that’s more than enough for him.

Boy next door!Eren who grips the edge of the sink, knuckles turning white as he pumps himself faster with his other hand, wanting to let it all out before his roommates wake up or before you decide to torture him more by stepping out of view.

Fuck, you’re so beautiful.

Boy next door!Eren who lets out quiet grunts, and moans your name in a whisper.

“Sh-shiiitttt… Y/n… p-please… look at me baby…” As if you heard him or somehow read his mind, you finally glanced over at him through the window. You expected to see him staring, sure, but you didn’t expect to see desperate!Eren’s orgasm face.

Again, you got more than you bargained for. 🤭

Boy next door!Eren who came in his pajama pants when you finally locked eyes with him. His eyebrows furrowed together, eyelids low, mouth agape, and his bare chest quickly rising and falling as he tries to catch his breath.

Boy next door!Eren who, once he comes to, suddenly feels embarrassed and quickly leaves the kitchen to clean himself up. He takes a burning hot shower, cringing at himself for being such a goddamn pervert. First he bought you lingerie, and now he jerks off to you… in front of you.

You couldn’t help but feel so flattered… so… satisfied. It makes you want to kick your feet and twirl your hair.

…Dare are we say, sadist!Y/n? 👀

Boy next door!Eren who has flowers sent to you later that day as an apology. He doesn’t know why it’s suddenly eating him up inside when you’ve clearly been okay with it this whole time. I mean, you literally put yourself on display for him this morning…

Sigh, he’s so cute.

Boy next door!Eren who suddenly becomes the shy one, come monday morning.

“Erennnnn~” You whine. “Y-Yeah?” He looks at you for a second, but then quickly looks back at his textbook. Oh how the tables have turned. “Why aren’t you talking to me?” You pout, as if nothing happened. “Huh? Oh, sorry gorgeous… I was… reading something…” Liar. “Look at me.” He does so, hesitantly. You leaned in close and whispered, “Thank you for the set. It fit perfectly, don’t you think? Was it how you envisioned it?” He swallowed hard as your breath fanned against his ear, “…Mhm…” You smiled mischievously, “Maybe you should come over sometime, y’know, so you don’t have to peek through the window anymore. Would you like that?” He fights the urge to shove his tongue down your throat right now, remembering you guys were still in class. He clears his throat, “I-I’d love that…”

Yeah, you knew he would.

Boy next door!Eren who’s writhing, sitting on the corner of your bed, when you stepped out of your closet wearing a dark green lingerie set.

“Ohhh fuuck me…” He says under his breath. “You like? I figured I should get something to match your eyes.” You did a little twirl. You’re trying to kill him, is that it? It’s taking everything in him to hold back from just grabbing you, and taking you right then and there.

But you’d probably like that, wouldn’t you? 🙂‍↕️

Boy next door!Eren who says fuck it and grabs you by the hips, pulling you to him. You straddled his lap, hands going straight into his hair, and captured his lips in an overdue kiss.

His hands roamed over your body, gripping and squeezing everything. You tried to pull away for breath, but he wouldn’t let you. He quickly latches onto your lips again, finally getting to shove his tongue down your throat.

He’s not wasting anymore time.

“E-Eren… air…” You whimpered, breathless. He moves his lips to your jaw, “Sorry baby.” He leaves a trail of open mouthed kisses down your neck, nipping your sensitive skin here and there. You tug on his hair when he sucks a bit roughly. That’s gonna leave a mark for sure. He looks up at you with a lazy, blissed out, smile on his face. He’s so gone.

Desperate!Eren can’t get enough of you.

Boy next door!Eren whose dick is so hard for you, it hurts. His pretty pink tip is leaking so much pre, it’s starting to seep through his jeans. Good thing he just installed your new washer and dryer not too long ago.

“You’re such a perv, Eren.” You hissed, almost sounding angry if it weren’t for the hint of sultriness in your tone. You grind your hips against his, moaning at the feeling of his erection poking at your heat. “You like it, though. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be here right now.” He leaves a few love bites on your cleavage. “I love it.” You threw your head back as he kneaded your ass cheeks, letting out a yelp when he gave ‘em a nice smack.

Boy next door!Eren who finally fucks the shit out of you. He flips you onto your stomach and pulls your hips up to meet his; continuing his relentless pace. Your room was filled with moans and groans, and the sound of skin slapping against skin. He leans forward to talk pure filth into your ear, pressing his chest against your back.

He licks the shell of your ear, making you clench around him. “Nnngh, don’t do that baby.” He groans. “You’ll make me bust fast, and I wanna make this last.” He thrusts harder, splitting you open with his dick. “Been dreaming about this pussy since I first saw you around campus.” He what? His arm snakes around to your front, a veiny hand coming up to wrap around your throat, “Ohh f-fuck… it was worth the wait.” Your head was spinning. “Eren!” You choked out through broken moans; gripping the sheets, your pillows, whatever you could get your hands on. “You know how.. sh-shiiitt.. how h-happy I was when I found out we had.. m-mutual friends?” His deep chuckle vibrates through your back. “And then the h-house next door to you w-went on the market, hah! I couldn’t help but th-think this was fate!” He sounds delirious. “E-Eren… I-I’m gonna cum!” His hold around your neck tightens slightly, “Yeah?” He picks up his pace, “Cum for me baby.” And you do. Your eyes rolled back as your pussy pulsated around him. Thighs trembling as he doesn’t relent, nails digging into the mattress. “You’re so good for me… my pretty girl.” His thrusts start to get a little sloppy. “I’m gonna fill you up every fucking day.” His hand that was around your neck moves higher, sticking two fingers down your throat. The sound of your gag was the last straw, before he’s shooting ropes after ropes of his seed in you. “Fuckfuckfuck, take it all.”

Boy next door!Eren who’s now boyfriend!Eren, gets to have his way with you whenever and wherever. You ride him on his bike, he fucks you against the lockers in the men’s locker room on campus, you give him head in your car and at the movie theater, he feels you up at restaurants…

You name it.

“Eren…” You quietly scolded him. “What?” He looks around the classroom, “No one is even paying attention. Half of them are either too busy taking notes, or falling asleep. C’mon, just a little swipe up your slit.” He whispers. His hand gently squeezed the inside of your thigh, before inching up under your dress. “I just want a little taste…” “Eren, we literally had sex right before we left for class.” “And? That was over an hour ago.” “I can still feel some of your cum seeping out of me.” You roll your eyes. “Mmph, love when you talk like that baby.” “You’re so ann-“ You bit your bottom lip to conceal your gasp when his fingers slip inside your panties. “Hm? What was that?” He uses two fingers to spread your folds, and then swipes his finger up from your entrance to your clit, rubbing in slow small circles. “Hnngh… b-babe…you said j-just a swipe…” Your nails carved into your textbook. “Shh,” he brings his fingers to his mouth and gives them a quick lick, his eyes rolling back as he tastes you. “Be a good girl and keep it down, alright?” He brings his fingers back to your pussy, “Wouldn’t want to interrupt Professor Ackerman’s lecture…”

Boyfriend!Eren who still likes to go back to your roots once in a while. He’ll buy you new lingerie, and even though he can just come over freely now… he still likes to watch you from next door, as you parade around in your kitchen wearing nothing but the newest set he got for you.

…Fuckin perverts.

More Dominican!Connie content <33!! Since I been rping with my mootie Leno lately using him

tagging- @backwzzds @c0lt4five

Connie Springer x black fem reader

Dominican!Connie who tried all the different Jarito soda flavors with you when you said you didn’t really have a favorite flavor! Your favorite flavor ended up being lime lemon, which he was distraught at and got in a whole argument with you about.

Connie sipped his mango jarito looking at you with a judgmental look as you sipped your lime lemon jarito. He took a breath taking his lips off the soda.”So you really just drinking that shit so easily? You just be drinking nasty shit down your throat as it sizzles down there?”

You rolled your eyes at him sipping your soda in front of him annoyingly and teasingly.”I ain’t listening to the man who drinks PINEAPPLE PINA jarito soda, nasty ass Hispanic man..” he sucked his teeth at that.”Y’know what? Let’s ask around the whole neighborhood hood, I bet even Onyakopon is gonna think lime lemon is fucking atrocious.” You just sigh and let him grab your hand.

Dominican!Connie who puts you on to putting Lucas chamoy powder on gushers. You end up just always doing that to your candy because of Connie’s influence.

Connie smirked as he watched you sprinkle some Lucas chamoy candy powder onto your gushers.”Oh you wanna be me soooo bad.” He teased. You just rolled your eyes back.”You wanna share or something? That’s why you being an ass Con”Connie’s eyes lit up and he nodded making you just smile and sigh.

Dominican!Connie who loves him some DonJulio and practically all his sentences turn into straight up Spanish when he’s drunk and he gets so flirty with you.

When you and Connie were at Jean’s housewarming party he was all up on you in the empty kitchen while everyone was living it up in anywhere but where you both were. He was trailing sloppy kisses on your kiss and just mumbling Spanish in your ear. You moan a little but giggle trying to get him off as you whine.”Connnnn!~ we’re literally at your best friends house party baby.”

He just ignores that and starts feeling up on you more, gripping your waist and feeling on your ass through your bodycon dress.

Dominican!Connie who was literally such a fuckboy and playboy before he was blessed by your presence. This boy was the embodiment of any The Weekend or Bryson Tiller song. He was so much of a fuck boy he thought he could just woo you so easily the first time you met him. He was whiplashed when you humbled and bitched him instead!

You and him met at Eren’s birthday party, there were only a few others and personal family and friends there so you ended up talking to Connie in the living room in the house while everyone chilled outside.

He tried spitting some game at you but you shut that down instantly.”Aht aht! I ain’t one of your hoes Constance. Talk to me nice playboy..” he smirked when you said that and put his hands up in surrender as you were chest to chest with him.”Ah I got it mami! I’ll slow my rode with you hermosa.”

Dominican!Connie who’s friends see the effects you have on him in 5 months. He quite literally turns into a simp and not their flirty Dominican they know. He usually is always partying now he’s being seen on your Instagram account between your brown thighs. When he’s usually’s hanging with the boys at Eren’s house he’s cuddling with you.

Mmmm Dominican!Connie..

let me tell you about the guys who are obssesed with your cute glasses. if you tell him you're gonna put your glasses away when you have sex, he insists on you keeping them on. he has to shut his eyes when you finally take him in your mouth. the looks on your face you're wearing while you peek at him thru your glasses is too much for him. it's not even your tongue that's making him this weak, it's your glasses.

"let me give you a break." he tells you, pulling his cock from your mouth.

"i know, baby." he coos when you whine at the loss of the weight of his cock. you want him back inside.

he grabs your chin with one hand while he strokes himself with the other. sometimes he gets so carried away that the bumps his cock on your nose, making your giggle. but he's just too lost because of your glasses.

"im gonna cum, baby." he groans, feeling the orgasm rushing thru his body. suddently, white ropes of cum paint your face, landing right at your glasses. you go to wipe them clean, but he stops you, emptying his last drops on them to prohibit you from seeing.

"good girl," he tells you, cradling your head in his hands, "now you look like you're mine."

if you were to ask abby how she feels about chubby women, she’d let the biggest-nastiest-shit eating grin break out across her freckled face. chubby girls? the soft girls? the girls who look away in shyness when you compliment them? the girls who squeal in excitement when you can actually lift them up? who feel like heaven itself when you bring them down onto your lap? those girls?

yeah, abby would tell you that she loves bigger girls. loves being able to handle them, become not many have the pleasure of being able to. she could just... eat them whole.

⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ So beautiful I want to have his chunky babies ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

A Different Kind of Love

Pairing: Jason Todd (Red Hood) x Reader

Summary: Life as parents in Gotham isn’t easy, especially when one of you is the infamous Red Hood and the other is trying to keep things together at home. But when it’s just the three of you—your partner, your child, and yourself—the chaos of Gotham can feel a little less daunting. Jason Todd never thought he’d be a father, but with you by his side, he’s learning what it means to love unconditionally.

Warnings:

Parenthood and family fluff

Mild violence (Gotham-style crime-fighting, no explicit content)

Emotional moments

Mentions of Gotham’s dangerous environment

Gotham had a way of testing you, and Jason Todd knew that better than anyone. He’d faced the city’s worst criminals, had lived through death and resurrection, and still nothing had ever made him feel as vulnerable as the day he held his child for the first time.

It had been months since your daughter was born, and in that time, Jason had learned how to protect her just as fiercely as he protected you. But there was something else something softer and more terrifying than any criminal he’d faced: the overwhelming love he felt every time he saw her smile, every time she reached for him with her tiny hands.

He had never been good at emotions. His childhood was a wreck, and he’d never had the luxury of being part of a “normal” family. But with you, everything had changed. The little moments he shared with you and your daughter those were the things that made him believe there could be more to life than just surviving.

The sound of soft giggles drifted from the nursery, and Jason’s lips twitched upward as he adjusted his helmet, finishing up the last of his nightly routine. He knew he should’ve been out on patrol, but tonight, he had made a promise to stay home. Gotham would survive for a few hours without Red Hood especially when it meant he could be with you and the little one.

The door to the nursery creaked open, and there you were, standing in the doorway with your daughter in your arms. Her big eyes shone in the dim light, and when she saw Jason, her little face lit up in a grin.

"Hey, kiddo," Jason said, his voice unusually soft as he knelt down in front of her crib, taking in the sight of her tiny hands reaching toward him.

You watched from the doorway, smiling at the scene. Jason, the fierce vigilante who struck fear into the hearts of Gotham’s criminals, was completely undone by his little girl.

"I think she’s ready for her bedtime story," you said, a playful hint in your voice. "But maybe she wants her dad to read it tonight."

Jason raised an eyebrow, glancing up at you. "She’ll probably fall asleep halfway through, but you know what? I’ll take that as a challenge."

You laughed, and Jason gave you one of those rare, genuine smiles—one that he reserved only for you. He reached out for your daughter, taking her gently from your arms. His protective instincts kicked in as he cradled her against his chest, his strong arms instinctively holding her close, his fingers brushing over her tiny head with the utmost care.

"Alright, little one," Jason murmured, kissing the top of her head. "Let’s see if your old man can do this."

You leaned against the doorframe, watching as Jason settled down in the rocking chair, his daughter resting comfortably against his chest. For all the chaos in his life, for all the times he’d been pushed to the edge of his humanity, moments like these made him feel like he finally had something to fight for something to protect.

Jason cleared his throat, grabbing the book from the small shelf beside the chair. You’d been reading bedtime stories to your daughter for months, but tonight, Jason was in charge.

"So, uh… This one’s called The Brave Little Knight," Jason began, glancing at you for reassurance. "Don’t expect too much, kid. I’m not exactly a storybook kind of guy."

You smiled softly at his self-deprecating tone. Jason had never been good at this type of thing being soft, being gentle but for you and your daughter, he was trying. And that made your heart swell more than you could put into words.

As Jason read, his voice growing more confident with each sentence, your daughter’s eyes fluttered as she fought to stay awake. She was still young enough that the world was mostly about the comfort of your voices, the softness of your touch. But even now, Jason could see the spark of her growing personality in the way she tilted her head toward him, her tiny hands gripping his shirt like she was already trying to keep him close.

"You know," Jason said, his voice quieter now, his gaze softening as he looked down at the baby in his arms, "I never thought I’d be here, doing this."

You leaned against the doorframe, heart in your throat. "What do you mean?"

He hesitated for a moment, his fingers gently brushing your daughter’s cheek as he kept reading. "I wasn’t supposed to be anyone’s father. After everything… after the way I grew up… I never thought I’d be able to be the kind of dad she needs."

You stepped closer, resting a hand on his shoulder. He didn’t look at you, but you could feel the weight of his words.

"You’re exactly the kind of dad she needs, Jason," you said softly. "You might not have had the best role models, but you’re doing everything you can to be better for her. And that’s all she needs. All we need."

Jason swallowed hard, looking down at your daughter as she began to drift off in his arms. "I just… I don’t want to screw this up. I don’t want her to go through the same things I did."

"You won’t," you assured him, your voice steady. "We’re in this together. And no matter what happens, she’ll always know she’s loved. That’s more than we had, right?"

Jason finally looked up at you, his eyes filled with a tenderness that was so raw it took your breath away. "Yeah," he whispered. "You’re right."

He shifted in the chair, adjusting your daughter in his arms as she began to fall into a peaceful sleep. He kissed the top of her head and then looked back at you, his gaze softer than you’d ever seen it.

"Thank you," he murmured. "For giving me this. For giving us this."

You smiled and moved closer, brushing a hand through his hair. "I didn’t do it alone, Jason. You’re a great father. And she’s lucky to have you."

Jason nodded, his lips quirking into a small, almost hesitant smile. "I’m lucky to have you."

And in that moment, with the quiet hum of the night surrounding you, the chaos of Gotham seemed miles away. In that small, safe space, everything felt right. Just the three of you, holding onto each other as a family.

Jason Todd, Red Hood and protector of Gotham, was learning that love had a way of healing even the deepest wounds. And for him, that love was right here small, fragile, but unbreakable.

miguel definitely follows your face and eyes when he’s fucking you. “look at me, mama.” n you’re trying, you rlly are, but he’s bullied his way into your pretty little pussy and he’s going feral so when you obviously can’t keep eye contact he makes you keep eye contact. follows your eyes and says “i know, mama, i know. this dick feels good, doesn’t it?”

Thin Walls ⇝ Bakugou Katsuki

WORDCOUNT : 4.9k words.

WARNINGS : smut, prohero au, dubcon, masturbation, degradation.

Katsuki’s loud, obnoxiously so. And you’re the one who has to deal with it.

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Calling my girlfriend ‘Friend’

n/a: I have made the decision that ALL MINE will end in chapter 6, but it's going to be a long one... maybe 3K so I'll post it maybe next week!! idk Enjoy the mini chapter<3333

INDEX

Ellie and you were in the parking lot of the mall inside the car, you have seen this trend all around and you wanted to do it to see her reaction.

“Hi everyone! A lot of you have been asking…” you set the phone straight in a corner “how we met, so me and my friend-”

“Friend?” she says looking at you and then the backseat “There’s only me and you, what friend?”

“Rude- We met through some friends, we’ve been friends since then and we are going to keep being friends” you were trying to hold your laugh as she look you dead in the eye pressing her tongue against her cheek

“Delete that and start over”

“Why, friend?”

“I’m your GIRLfriend, not your friend, start over” She tries to grab the phone but you grab it first, not strong enough cause it felt and now you two were fighting to see who was going to get it first. The phone stops recording and you can’t stop laughing. “That better be a trend on tiktok, you’re sleeping on the couch today”

“We don’t even have a couch yet, give me my phone, don’t delete it! You look cute anyways”

She has it in her hand, rewatching the video, she looks at you with an upset face “If you give me a kiss, I might give it back, you made me upset, I could use some lovin’. ”

“You are so needy” You said before giving her a little peck, she grabbed your face making you stay close to her.

“I said a kiss, like this” She close the little space between both of your mouths as kisses you softly.

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He can definitely teach me a few things in person (≧◡≦) (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

❥ SHOTA AIZAWA X FEM!READER

❥ WORD COUNT: 2.3k

❥ WARNINGS/TAGS: cam girl!reader, former student/teacher relationship (but you're still his ~favorite~), praise, mutual masturbation, sex toys, use of "good girl", lots of dirty talk, aizawa is a pervert and we all know it

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“Look how far you’ve come.” Shota loves how you still tremble at his praise, fingers faltering on the screen. “Remember when you used to be so shy? And now you’re just spreading your pussy open for me.” 

His gaze follows every movement, breath in his throat as you part your labia and slide your fingers down your folds.

He really thought it was just a rumor that the young generation of heroes had taken to social media to make money. Less villains meant less pay, sure, but he never thought he’d find you on one of his favorite sites, using the body he trained to stuff yourself with toys.

“You were always one of my favorites. Always such a good girl.” 

“I’m still a good girl, Sensei. Promise.”

You prove your point by smearing your fingers over your clit, moaning as your hips buck.

“Yeah? Then show me your face, sweetheart. Wanna fist my cock to every inch of you.”

It’s so wrong. He feels like a dirty old fuck in his bedroom, sweats shoved down to his knees and his laptop screen glowing in the dark on the bed next to him. His camera faces the muscles of his chest, angled just perfectly so you can see the dark trail of hair that leads down to his cock. The frame captures the pump of his bicep as he strokes his dick, yet he leaves it up to your imagination to piece together what’s happening off screen. 

“Then you have to show me your face too, okay?” 

There’s the nervousness he’s used to hearing crackle in your sweet voice. Always so studious, so sweet, the most pleasant of all the brats to deal with. You only ever wanted to please. 

He knew it was you by your bedspread in the thumbnail to your page. You still have the same pillows you used to have at U.A., all plush and girly with a memorable stuffie tucked off to the side.

“Maybe next time,” he offers, watching your tits heave and nipples tighten as you debate fulfilling his request. 

Your camera lens is focused from the bottom of your bed, allowing him the perfect view from your spread thighs to your delicate collarbone. You never show your face, not to anyone, not even in one-on-one chat rooms. He read your rules, but he’s special—he’s no scary stranger, just a perverted sicko who wants to watch his former student fuck herself for him.

He shouldn’t be doing this. But god he can’t help himself. He’s seen you flourish as a pro hero, tight suits and bright smiles to the public, and all he’s ever thought about is how fucking pretty you must look naked. 

“Then at least show me your cock, Sensei.”

You have got to stop calling him that. Yet his cock throbs and leaks at the honorific. 

“Fine.”

His simple answer is enough to convince you. You sit up on your knees on the bed and lean forward, making his mouth water as your breasts fill his screen. 

Shota strangles his cock in his fist as all of you comes into view. You raise the camera high enough to show your whole bed from an upward angle, letting him leer at you from head to toe. 

“Atta girl.” He groans as you lean back against your pillows with one hand anxiously running a finger over your lips. You stare right at him through his laptop screen and it makes his balls swell. “I’ve missed your pretty face.”

He watches how his words make you press your already sticky thighs together, like his voice shot straight down to your cunt.

“Oh yeah? Have you missed me, too? Do you think about your old Sensei?”

Moaning, you’re unashamed to slide your hand down your stomach, spreading your thighs so you can relieve the ache he’s building between your legs. 

“Mhmm, I do. Right now I’m thinking about what your cock looks like.” 

He’d almost forgotten his promise. Shota looks down at his length, sucking in a deep breath at the sight of himself swollen and drooling for you. He pumps himself a few times just to feel the pleasure, to gain the courage to drag the laptop with his free hand just enough to bring his dick into the picture.

A sharp little gasp from you echoes into his room and he’s suddenly far too self-satisfied. He admires how you writhe on your bed, pulling your knees up so he can once again see the full image of your wet pussy. 

“You’re so big,” you whisper like you mean it, like you’re wishing you had his cock in your hand instead of his. 

“You think I’d fit inside you, hm?” 

You’re like a curious cat eyeing him across the screen, lashes fluttering as you glance him over from base to tip. You must have a screen set up right next to your camera because your gaze is still meeting his as your head bobs up and down with the way he strokes his cock. 

“I dunno,” you moan as you spread your legs wider, two fingers dipping to prod at your hole, “you’re bigger than my toys.”

“And I bet that little cunt is so tight. Put your fingers in and show me.”

You still listen so obediently, just like when you were his student. 

He thumbs the head of his cock as he watches you sink two fingers into yourself, the microphone picking up the wet squish of your cunt. Your belly tightens with pleasure as you start to pump the digits into your pussy, slow at first and then picking up pace as your bliss builds. 

“Tell me what you would want me to do to you if I was there.”

There’s no filter for him now, not with your messy cunt filling his screen and your hand now plucking at your nipple. 

You take a moment to think, pretty head falling back to the pillows as you moan for him.

“Always wanted to kiss you, Sensei. Want to feel your hands all over me, ah,” you press the palm of your hand against your clit as you talk, making you nearly whine between breaths, “and I’d want your cock in my mouth.”

“You like sucking dick, sweetheart?” 

He starts matching the pace of his fist to your fingers, picturing his cock sliding between your plush, parted lips.

“I like having my face fucked,” you admit and it makes him groan. 

His noise spurs you on, makes you grab your tit and squeeze as your fingers move faster. 

“I’d love to slide my cock past your sweet lips and into your throat. Want you to gag on it, spit running down your face as I take what I want.” 

“Yes, want you to take what you want from me. Want you to use me, fill me up and fuck me with that fat cock, Sensei.” 

He nearly chokes at your words, blushing at how filthy your mouth is. He pumps himself faster, picturing having your soft body in his lap, your sloppy cunt sinking down onto him. 

“How do you want me to fuck you?” 

The moan that sounds from his laptop is so lovely, the slick sound of your fingers in your pussy making him shiver. 

“I can show you?” you ask more than state, pausing to look straight into the camera feed. “With a toy, I mean. Y-you can pick.” 

God, you’re such a delightful little minx. Shota squeezes the base of his cock as the mental image of you fucking yourself on a toy nearly topples him over the edge. He doesn’t know how he will handle actually viewing it. 

“Get your biggest dildo. Let’s see how it compares to me.” 

Any ounce of guilt he feels fades when you return to your bed with a purple, silicone cock, long and thick but not nearly as fat as the throbbing flesh he holds in his hand. 

“Guess you weren’t lying, were you, sweetheart? I’ll be the biggest thing that little pussy has ever taken.” 

Shota doesn’t care if he’s stepping beyond the realm of hypotheticals—he’ll get his hands on you, one way or another, all in due time. 

“Wanna see how I want you to fuck me?” you ask with the cutest smile, like you’re hiding such a naughty secret. 

“Show me. Fuck yourself for me, tell me every little thing I’m doing to you.”

He props an arm behind his head to get comfortable, the muscles of his abs and lats rippling in the dim light of the screen. He threads his fingers through his long hair and tugs the moment he sees you turn and get on your knees, bending until you’re in the most sinful doggy position he’s ever seen. 

“You start slow,” your voice drops to a sensual note, thick like honey, “cause you want me to feel every inch go inside me.”

The hand wrapped around his cock is moving before he can even think to stop, squeezing hard as he watches you reach around your body and start pushing the dildo between your pussy lips. 

Shota gets too close to the screen, strands of black hair grazing the edge of the camera, face still out of sight. His gaze scans from corner to corner, watching as if he intends to commit every single detail to memory. 

Your pussy sucks in the tip of the dildo, making you mewl, and slowly, torturously, you shove the length of it into your hole. 

“How do I feel?” 

“So good, want you to move, want you to fuck me hard.” 

You take the initiative to start bouncing the dildo in your pussy, sliding it in and out, building speed. The sound is licentious, wet, all mixed together with the short, airy moans you let out with every push into your body. Slick is starting to build on the silicone, creamy and thick. 

“Do you always get so wet or is it just for me?”

“All for you, Sensei. Cause you feel so good, you fuck me like I’ve always wanted.” 

Shota smears his thumb through the pre-cum freshly leaking from his cock, using it as lubricant as he starts a brutal pace on himself. He can hear the repetitive slap of his wrist hitting his thigh echo into the laptop microphone.

“That right? You’re a dirty girl for wanting to fuck her teacher.” 

“You’re so good to me, you rub my clit just how I like it.” 

He examines how one of your hands reaches under your body, two dainty fingers swirling around your clit before kneading it quickly, like you’re just so desperate to cum for him. 

The strokes he gives his cock are furious, other hand now coming down to cup his balls and roll them in his palm. His stomach flexes at the pleasure, picturing how that perfect cunt of yours would be squeezing him so tightly. 

“You wanna cum for me? Wanna cum all over your Sensei’s cock?”

“Please,” you groan into the sheets, hips now bucking with the pace of the dildo slamming into you, “will you let me cum? You said I’m such a good girl? Ah, ah, one of your favorites?” 

“Always my favorite, sweetheart. Show me how you cum, let me see you make a mess of yourself.”

Your knuckles are tight against the base of the dildo, using all your strength to fuck into yourself. You’re so close to the edge, panting, whining, hole stretched and practically weeping around the purple silicone. 

“You know I’ll fuck you faster, right? Harder. Just wait until I get my hands on you.”

Your tongue falls loose, “Want your hands on my hips, want you to spank me, oh god, pull my hair, kiss me and fuck me and tell me I’m all yours.” 

“You’re gonna cum for me, scream for me, all for me, got it?” 

He can see the way your head shakes on the bed, mascara dripping down the side of your face that he can see. Tears are in your lashes, your lip caught between your teeth, and even still you’re looking back for him, watching him tug and pull his cock with your name in his mouth. 

“God you’re so hot, your cock’s so big—”

A beautiful, strangled noise comes out of you as you finally come apart, your cunt clamping down around the dildo and your motions stilling. You scream into the mattress, all high-pitched and fucked out. Slick squelches from your stuffed hole, dripping down your thighs. 

With the scene before him, it only takes a few more pumps before he’s unloading, cum spurting out over his knuckles and up onto his stomach, rope after rope spilling out for you.

His room goes quiet, his pants and your whiny breaths the only sound he hears over the pounding of his heart. 

Finally, you shift on your bed, and he does his best not to look at the mess he’s made in his hand.

“Um,” you awkwardly clear your throat, looking away from him as you slide the dildo from your cunt. He can’t help but watch the way your pussy lips drag along the length. 

The post-nut clarity hits him like a steam roller. His clean hand grabs his laptop, ready to shut the screen and pretend none of this ever transpired except in the guilty pit of his daydreams—

“Shota,” you mumble, sitting on your knees and holding your body, “this was, uh, well really…hot. I…I wouldn’t mind doing it again.”

His ears perk, unsure if he’s ever heard you call him by his first name. 

Before he changes his mind, he drags the laptop on his bed until the camera catches his face. You blink so prettily at the sight of him, dropping one of your hands from your breast like you’re just so comfortable seeing him. 

“Next time will be in person.” 

You give him the most genuine little smile, “Promise?”