#5.6 words

[yuyukuru]

Kinktober -8 "webcam"

TW: nsfw, smut, fem!reader, light brainwashing, lightly suggestive reader, mutual masturbation, esex, 5.6k words

Description: You and Shinso were the power gaming couple, always calling on video and playing together.. However, this time was different. This time, he needed you.

You smiled as you answered the video call, Shinsou's tired yet handsome face filling your screen. His messy, dark indigo hair flared out in tufts, framing his thin, half-closed dark purple eyes and the perpetual dark circles underneath. Despite his weary appearance, there was a sharpness to his gaze, a keen intelligence that never failed to catch you off guard.

"Hey, Shinsou," you greeted, settling into your chair and grabbing your controller. "Ready to get your ass kicked in this tournament?"

Shinsou raised a brow, a flicker of a smirk playing on his lips beneath the mask-like device covering his mouth. "We'll see about that," he replied, his voice a low, slightly raspy murmur. "I've been practicing. Don't underestimate me just because I'm not a flashy fighter like Bakugo or Uraraka."

You laughed, shaking your head. "Fair enough. But I'm not just a pretty face either, remember? I've got skills too."

Shinsou chuckled softly at that, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Indeed, you do. That's one of the things I admire about you."

Your heart fluttered at his words, a warm feeling blossoming in your chest. It had been a few months since you two had started dating, but every little compliment, every sweet word from Shinsou still filled you with a giddy, almost childlike joy.

"Thanks, babe," you murmured, smiling at him through the screen. "Now, let's show these noobs what a real hero and heroine duo can do."

Shinsou's smirk widened into a grin, his straight teeth flashing briefly before he nodded. "Agreed. Let's take this seriously."

With that, you both turned your attention to the screen, your fingers poised over the buttons as the game loaded. The tournament was a series of one-on-one matches, pitting the best players against each other in a battle for supremacy and glory.

You and Shinsou had been gaming buddies for a while now, bonding over your shared love for video games and competition. It had been a natural progression to start dating, considering how much time you spent together both in and out of school. You admired his strategic mind, his calm and collected demeanor even in the heat of battle. And he, in turn, seemed to appreciate your quick wit, my sharp tongue, and my refusal to back down from a challenge.

As the first match began, you and Shinsou fell into a comfortable rhythm, your chat filled with quick, efficient instructions and the occasional teasing quip. It was almost like a dance, a deadly ballet of sorts, as you worked in tandem to take down your opponents.

Shinsou's Quirk, Brainwashing, allowed him to manipulate his opponents' actions and thoughts, making him a formidable force on the battlefield. But in the realm of video games, his true strength lay in his analytical mind, his ability to read patterns and predict his opponent's next move. He was a master strategist, always thinking several steps ahead, always ready to adapt and counter any threat.

You, on the other hand, were a more straightforward fighter, preferring brute force and quick reflexes over subtlety and trickery. But where you lacked in finesse, you made up for in raw power and determination. You were a brawler at heart, always ready to charge headfirst into battle without a second thought for the consequences.

Together, you and Shinsou were an unstoppable force, your complementary play styles blending seamlessly to create a synergy that left your opponents reeling. You could feel the thrill of victory already, the sweet rush of adrenaline that always came with a hard-fought win.

As the tournament progressed and the competition grew stiffer, you and Shinsou only grew stronger, your bond deepening with every match, every challenge overcome. You knew that no matter what happened, you would always have each other, a partner in both battle and in life.

And as you glanced at Shinsou's handsome face on the screen, his dark purple eyes focused and determined, you couldn't help but feel a surge of love and affection for the man you had come to cherish so deeply. He was more than just a boyfriend to you - he was a friend, a confidant, a partner in every sense of the word.

As the final buzzer sounded and the words "Victory" flashed across the screen, you let out a whoop of triumph, your fist pumping the air. Shinsou's face split into a rare, genuine smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he turned to look at you through the camera.

"We did it," you exclaimed, grinning widely, your cheeks flushed with excitement and adrenaline. "We fucking did it, Shinsou! We're the champions!"

Shinsou chuckled softly, his gaze softening as he took in your elated expression. "Indeed, we make quite the formidable team," he murmured, his voice a low, warm rumble. "Both on and off the battlefield."

You felt your heart skip a beat at his words, a blush rising to your cheeks that had nothing to do with the intense gameplay of the past few hours. Shinsou had a way of making you feel special, cherished, like you were the only person in the world who mattered to him. It was a feeling you had grown accustomed to over the past few months, but one that never failed to leave you breathless and wanting more.

As the initial rush of victory began to ebb, you found yourself growing more aware of Shinsou's intense gaze, his dark purple eyes seeming to bore into your very soul. You shifted slightly in your seat, suddenly feeling a bit flushed under his admiring stare.

"Is something wrong?" you asked, a note of teasing lacing your voice as you tried to diffuse the sudden tension that had sprung up between you. "You're staring at me like you've never seen me before."

Shinsou blinked, seeming to come back to himself, before a slow, almost reluctant smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "No, nothing's wrong," he murmured, his gaze never wavering from yours. "I was just admiring how beautiful you look right now, flushed with victory and triumph. It's a good look on you."

Your blush deepened at his words, spreading down your neck and disappearing beneath the collar of your shirt. "Beautiful?" you repeated, a note of disbelief coloring your tone. "Shinsou, you're such a smooth talker."

Shinsou's smile widened, a glint of mischief sparkling in his eyes. "I only speak the truth," he countered, leaning closer to the camera as if to study you more intently. "You're a natural born warrior, fierce and unyielding, and utterly breathtaking when you embrace your power. I'm lucky to have you as my partner, in every sense of the word."

Your breath caught in your throat, your heart pounding wildly in your chest as Shinsou's words washed over you like a balm. You had never considered yourself particularly beautiful, but hearing it from Shinsou's lips made you feel like the most desirable woman in the world. And the way he was looking at you right now, with such open admiration and love, only reinforced that feeling.

"Shinsou…" you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper, "you're going to make me blush if you keep talking like that."

Shinsou's smile softened, his eyes warming with a tenderness that made your heart ache. "A blush looks good on you too," he murmured, his gaze still locked with yours. "It makes you seem softer, more vulnerable. It's a side of you that not many people get to see, but one that I cherish all the same."

You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry, your tongue darting out to wet your lips. Shinsou's intense scrutiny was making your skin prickle with goosebumps, a shiver of anticipation and longing running down your spine. You knew that look in his eyes, that hungry, almost predatory gleam, and you knew exactly what it meant.

"Shinsou…" you breathed again, your voice trembling slightly as you met his heated gaze. "What are you thinking about right now?"

A slow, sensual smile spread across Shinsou's face, his eyes never leaving yours as he leaned even closer to the camera. "I'm thinking," he murmured, his voice a low, intimate rasp, "about how much I want to kiss you right now. About how much I want to pull you into my arms and hold you close, until you're trembling and breathless and begging for more."

Your heart raced at his words, your pulse pounding in your ears as a wave of desire crashed over you. You could feel the heat of his gaze, the intensity of his longing, and it ignited a corresponding hunger deep within you, a yearning for his touch, his kiss, his love.

A coy smile played at the corners of your mouth as you held Shinsou's intense gaze, your heart fluttering wildly in your chest. Emboldened by the charged atmosphere between you, you decided to have a little fun, to tease the man who had been unwaveringly focused on you for the past few minutes.

"Is that so?" you murmured, arching one brow as you slowly, deliberately reached up and began to undo the top button of your shirt. "And what makes you think I'd be trembling and breathless after a kiss from you, hmm?"

Shinsou's eyes darkened, his gaze zeroing in on your fingers as you worked at the button, his breathing growing slightly heavier. "Because I know the effect I have on you," he replied, his voice a low, confident purr. "I can see it in the way your cheeks flush, in the way your eyes grow hazy and distant when you look at me. You want me just as much as I want you."

A shiver ran down your spine at his bold words, your skin prickling with goosebumps as you continued to undo another button, and then another, revealing the creamy expanse of your collarbone and a tantalizing glimpse of the swell of your breasts. "You're pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?" you teased, a note of laughter in your voice even as your body grew warm and tingly under his heated gaze.

Shinsou's eyes flicked up to meet yours, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Confidence is key in any battle," he pointed out, his voice a low, intimate murmur. "And I'm confident that I can make you feel things you've never felt before, confident that I can bring you to the heights of ecstasy and leave you begging for more."

Your breath caught in your throat at his brazen words, a throb of desire pulsing through you as you undid yet another button, the cool air of the room pebbling your skin. "Such big words from such a quiet, reserved boy," you taunted, a playful lilt to your voice even as your body grew warmer and more aching by the second.

Shinsou chuckled softly, the sound a low, sensual rumble that sent shivers down your spine. "You bring out a side of me that no one else has ever seen," he murmured, his gaze still locked with yours as he leaned even closer to the camera, his face filling your screen. "A side of me that is hungry and insatiable and completely consumed by desire. For you."

Your heart raced at his confession, your tongue darting out to wet your suddenly dry lips. You could feel the heat of his gaze, the intensity of his longing, and it ignited a corresponding hunger deep within you. "Prove it," you whispered, your voice a husky, breathless challenge as you undid the last button, your shirt falling open to reveal the lacy edge of your bra.

As the last button popped open and your shirt fell away, revealing the tantalizing curves of your breasts, you suddenly froze, your eyes widening in shock and disbelief. Your hands, which had been so boldly undoing the buttons, stilled and fell to your sides, trembling slightly.

Shinsou's eyes narrowed, a slow, satisfied smirk spreading across his face as he watched the realization dawn on you. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice a low, mocking drawl. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. "You… you didn't," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. "Shinsou, did you just use your Quirk on me? Just now?"

Shinsou's smirk widened, a glint of mischief and satisfaction sparkling in his dark purple eyes. "I told you, I'd prove my point," he murmured, his voice a low, sensual rasp. "And I always keep my promises."

You could feel the invisible strings of his Quirk tugging at your mind, urging you to obey, to comply with his unspoken command. Your body moved as if possessed, your hands rising to your shoulders, your fingers curling around the fabric of your shirt. Slowly, almost hesitantly, you began to shrug the garment off, letting it slip down your arms and fall to the floor with a soft rustle.

Shinsou's gaze followed the movement, his eyes darkening with hunger as more and more of your skin was revealed. "That's it," he encouraged softly, his voice a low, intimate murmur. "Let me see you, all of you. I want to drink in every inch of your beauty."

Almost in a trance, you reached behind your back, your fingers fumbling slightly with the clasp of your bra. The lacy garment fell away, baring the soft, creamy swells of your breasts to Shinsou's avid gaze. Your nipples pebbled in the cool air, the rosy buds tightening into stiff peaks as a wave of goosebumps spread across your skin.

Shinsou let out a low, approving growl, his eyes roaming over your newly exposed flesh with a hunger that made your core clench and ache. "Exquisite," he breathed, his voice a low, reverent rasp. "Even more beautiful than I imagined."

Almost dreamlike, you slid your hands down your sides, your fingers skimming over the dip of your waist, the flare of your hips. You could feel Shinsou's eyes following the movement, could practically feel the heat of his gaze burning into your skin. Your hands came to rest on the button of your jeans, your fingers curling around the fabric as you took a deep, shuddering breath.

"Shinsou…" you whispered, a note of protest coloring your tone even as your body betrayed you, your fingers already working at the button, already loosening the denim that hugged your curves so snugly. "This isn't… I mean…" But even as you spoke, you could feel the denim slipping down your legs, your jeans falling away to reveal the lacy edge of your panties, the creamy expanse of your thighs.

Shinsou's eyes darkened, his gaze zeroing in on the junction between your legs, his tongue darting out to wet his suddenly dry lips. "You're mine," he growled, his voice a low, possessive rumble. "Your body knows it, even if your mind is still catching up."

Your heart raced at his words, your core clenching and throbbing with a need so intense it was almost painful. You could feel the truth in his statement, could feel the invisible bonds that tied you to him, that pulled you towards him with a force that defied reason.

Shinsou watched, enraptured, as your body moved with a will of its own, swaying and undulating to the silent command of his Quirk. His dark purple eyes followed the mesmerizing dance of your fingers as they trailed down your curves, tracing the delicate lines and soft swells of your flesh. Each brush of your skin against your own left a trail of goosebumps in its wake, a testament to the electric thrill that coursed through you at his unspoken touch.

Your jeans slipped lower, revealing the creamy expanse of your thighs inch by tantalizing inch. Shinsou's breath grew heavier, his gaze growing more intense as more and more of your skin was bared to his hungry eyes. The lace of your panties was the last bastion of your modesty, the flimsy fabric clinging to your hips and the juncture between your thighs like a second skin.

Shinsou licked his lips, his eyes zeroing in on the damp patch that darkened the lace, a sign of your body's eager response to his mental caress. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice a low, approving growl. "So responsive, so eager to please me. It's intoxicating."

Your heart raced at his words, your core clenching and fluttering around nothing, aching for a touch, a fill that only he could provide. Your hands slid up your sides, cupping the soft weight of your breasts, your fingers sinking into the pliant flesh. You could feel your nipples, hard and aching, pressing into your palms, begging for more.

Shinsou's eyes darkened, his pupils blown wide with desire as he watched you touch yourself, watched you bare yourself to him so willingly, so wantonly. "That's it," he encouraged, his voice a low, sensual rasp. "Don't be shy now. Show me everything."

Almost in a trance, your hands slid down your body, over the concave plane of your stomach, the flare of your hips. Your fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, and with a sudden, sharp tug, you shimmied out of them, letting them drop to the floor with a soft whisper of fabric against skin.

Shinsou's breath caught in his throat as your bare sex was revealed to him, the glistening folds slick and swollen with need, the rosy bud of your clit peeking out from beneath its hood, just begging for his touch. "Fuck," he breathed, his voice a low, reverent groan. "You're absolutely breathtaking."

Your body moved with a mind of its own, your hips swaying and rolling, putting on a private show just for him. You could feel the heat of his gaze, the intensity of his desire, and it ignited a corresponding hunger deep within you, a need so fierce it consumed every other thought.

Shinsou watched, enraptured, as you danced for him, his eyes devouring every inch of your bared flesh, committing it to memory. He could feel the power surging through him, the heady rush of knowing that he could command your body so easily, so completely. It was a thrill unlike any other, a high that he knew he would never tire of chasing.

"Turn around," he ordered softly, his voice a low, dominant murmur. "Let me see all of you."

Almost as if in a dream, your body obeyed, spinning slowly, giving him an unobstructed view of every curve and angle, every swell and hollow. You could feel his eyes on you, burning into your skin like a physical caress, leaving you flushed and aching and desperate for more.

"Shinsou…" you whimpered, your voice a needy, breathless thing as you stood before him, bare and wanting, your body trembling with a desire that defied reason. "What are you going to do to me?"

Shinsou's smile was slow and wicked, a glint of dark promise in his eyes. "Everything," he vowed, his voice a low.

Shinsou's gaze raked over your naked form, taking in every dip and curve, every swell and hollow, committing it all to memory. A low, appreciative groan escaped his lips as he drank in the sight of you, his eyes darkening with a hunger that made your heart race and your skin prickle.

"Exquisite," he murmured, his voice a low, reverent rasp. "You're a work of art, a masterpiece crafted by the hands of the gods themselves. I've never seen anything so breathtaking, so utterly perfect."

Your cheeks flushed at his praise, a warm glow suffusing your skin as you stood before him, bare and exposed, yet somehow feeling cherished and adored. Shinsou's words wrapped around you like a physical caress, making you ache for his touch, for the feel of his hands on your skin.

"Thank you," you whispered, your voice trembling slightly as you met his heated gaze. "I'm glad you like what you see."

Shinsou's smile was slow and sensual, a curve of his lips that held a wealth of promise. "Like is far too weak a word for what I feel," he countered, his voice a low, intimate murmur. "I'm in awe of you, in thrall to every inch of your glorious body."

As he spoke, you could feel a sudden, inexplicable urge to touch yourself, to run your hands over your own skin, to map out the curves and lines that Shinsou seemed to find so captivating. Your arms lifted as if possessed, your fingers skimming over the soft swells of your breasts, tracing the delicate arches of your collarbone.

Shinsou watched, enraptured, as your hands explored your own body, his eyes following the path of your fingers with a intensity that made your heart race. "That's it," he encouraged softly, his voice a low, approving rumble. "Touch yourself for me. Let me watch you pleasure yourself, let me see the way your body responds to your own touch."

Your breath hitched in your throat at his words, a thrill of excitement and anticipation zinging down your spine. Your hands slid lower, over the concave plane of your stomach, the flare of your hips, coming to rest on the slick, swollen folds of your sex. You could feel the heat radiating off your skin, could feel the way your body pulsed and fluttered beneath your fingertips.

"That's my good girl," Shinsou praised, his voice a low, sensual growl. "Don't be shy now. I want to watch you make yourself feel good."

Almost in a trance, your fingers began to move, stroking and caressing your most intimate places, teasing the sensitive nerves until your hips began to undulate, seeking more of that delicious friction. Soft mewls and whimpers spilled from your lips, the needy sounds filling the room as you lost yourself in the sensation of your own touch.

Shinsou watched, his eyes dark and hungry, his gaze zeroing in on the glistening folds of your sex, the way your fingers played over the slick, swollen flesh. "Fuck, that's so sexy," he groaned, his voice a low, strained rasp.

Shinsou's eyes flashed with a fierce, possessive heat as he watched you pleasure yourself, his gaze locked onto your every move. "How pretty," he growled, his voice a low, dominant rumble. With a sudden, sharp tug, Shinsou used his Quirk to guide your hand, pressing your fingers harder against your aching, swollen clit. Pleasure exploded through you at the intense stimulation, your hips jerking forward as a sharp cry tore from your throat.

"Shinsou..!" you gasped, your voice a breathless, needy thing as you bucked against your own hand, chasing the ecstasy that only he could give you.

"That's it," Shinsou encouraged, his voice a low, approving groan. "Don't hold back. Give in to it, to me."

Almost as if in a trance, your other hand slid down to join the first, your fingers parting your slick folds, delving deep into your tight, clutching heat. Shinsou watched, enraptured, as you began to fuck yourself with your own fingers, plunging them in and out of your greedy, grasping channel.

Your head fell back as you lost yourself in the intense sensation, in the feeling of being so utterly filled and stretched. Shinsou's gaze zeroed in on the way your breasts bounced with each thrust of your fingers, the rosy peaks of your nipples tight and straining, begging for his touch.

"Shinsou, please," you whimpered, your voice a desperate, pleading thing as you fucked yourself harder, faster, your body coiled tight with a need that threatened to consume you whole.

"Please what?" Shinsou mused, his voice a low, dominant rumble.

Shinsou's eyes flashed with a fierce, possessive heat as he watched you pleasure yourself, his gaze locked onto your every move. "How pretty," he growled, his voice a low, dominant rumble. "Tell me what you want, my dear. I want to hear you say it."

You could feel the intense, aching need building inside you, your body burning with a desire that only he could quench. "I want you," you gasped out, your hips rocking against your plunging fingers.

Shinsou let out a low, approving growl at your wanton words. "Is that so?" he murmured, his voice a low, sensual rasp. "Then touch yourself for me. Fuck yourself with your fingers and imagine it's me."

Almost as if in a trance, your free hand slid down to join the first, your fingers parting your slick folds, delving deep into your tight, clutching heat. Shinsou watched, enraptured, as you began to fuck yourself with your own fingers, plunging them in and out of your greedy, grasping channel.

Your head fell back as you lost yourself in the intense sensation, in the feeling of being so utterly filled and stretched. Shinsou's gaze zeroed in on the way your breasts bounced with each thrust of your fingers, the rosy peaks of your nipples tight and straining, begging for his touch.

"I'm imagining you," you whimpered, your voice a desperate, pleading thing as you fucked yourself harder, faster, your body coiled tight with a need that threatened to consume you whole. "I'm imagining you on top of me, your body covering mine, your hard cock driving into me, claiming me, making me yours."

Shinsou groaned at your words, his own arousal straining against the confines of his pants. "That's it," he encouraged, his voice a low, dominant rumble.

As you continued to fuck yourself with desperate abandon, lost in the fantasy of Shinsou claiming you, taking you, making you his, you suddenly felt the invisible strings of his Quirk snap and dissolve. Your body, no longer under his mental control, shuddered and jerked as you approached the peak of your pleasure, your fingers plunging deep and hard into your soaked, clenching heat.

Shinsou's eyes widened as he sensed the shift, the way your actions were no longer guided by his will but by your own desperate, aching need. A slow, wicked smile spread across his face as he watched you chase your climax, your breasts heaving and your body writhing with pleasure.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice a low, approving growl. "So lost in your desire, so consumed by your own hunger. It's intoxicating."

As he spoke, his hand slid down to the straining bulge in his pants, palming himself through the fabric. You could see the thick, rigid line of his cock, the way it throbbed and pulsed with each beat of his heart. Your mouth watered at the sight, your tongue darting out to wet your suddenly dry lips.

"Shinsou," you gasped, your voice a breathless, needy thing as you fucked yourself with wild abandon. "Touch yourself. Please, I want to see you."

Shinsou's smile widened, a glint of dark promise in his eyes as he began to undo his belt, the leather slipping through the buckle with a soft hiss. "You want to watch me?" he asked, his voice a low, sensual rasp.

Your only response was a desperate, wanton moan, your hips jerking and bucking as you plunged your fingers deep, the heel of your palm grinding against your aching clit with each thrust. Shinsou groaned at the sound, his own arousal straining against the confines of his now open fly.

"Fuck," he growled, his voice a low, strained rumble as he finally freed his thick, pulsing cock from the tight denim of his pants. He wrapped one large hand around his throbbing shaft, stroking it slowly, teasingly, his eyes never leaving your writhing, undulating form. You could see the way his cock jerked and twitched in his grip, the bulbous head already slick and glistening with precum.

"Shinsou…" you whimpered, your fingers plunging in and out of your soaked, grasping cunt as you watched him touch himself, watched him pleasure the thick, rigid length of his cock. "Faster. Please…"

Shinsou's grip tightened, his hand flying over his aching flesh as he stroked himself in time with the desperate, frenzied movements of your fingers pumping in and out of your greedy hole. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with your wanton moans and cries as you both raced towards your impending releases.

Shinsou's eyes darkened with desire as he watched you fuck yourself, your fingers plunging in and out of your dripping cunt with wild abandon. He could see the way your breasts bounced and jiggled with each desperate thrust, the rosy peaks of your nipples straining and aching for his touch. The sight of you lost in your own pleasure, consumed by your own desire, only served to inflame his own hunger.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful," Shinsou groaned, his voice a low, dominant rumble as he wrapped one large hand around his throbbing, rigid cock. He stroked himself slowly, teasingly, his calloused fingers sliding up and down the thick, pulsing shaft. You could see the way his cock jerked and twitched in his grip, the bulbous head already slick and glistening with precum.

Shinsou's other hand slid down to cup and squeeze the heavy, churning sack beneath, rolling his tightening balls in his palm. He groaned at the sensation, his head falling back as he arched into his own touch. His hips canted forward, fucking his fist with shallow, aborted thrusts as he watched you pleasure yourself, watched your fingers plunging in and out of your soaked, grasping hole.

"That's it," Shinsou encouraged, his voice a low, approving growl. "Don't hold back."

You could feel the intense, aching need building inside you, your body burning with a desire that only he could quench. With a desperate, wanton cry, you plunged your fingers deep and hard into your clenching, fluttering cunt, your thumb grinding mercilessly against your throbbing clit. Your other hand slid up to maul and squeeze your bouncing tits, your fingers sinking into the pliant flesh as you pinched and tugged at your straining nipples.

Shinsou groaned at the sight, his strokes growing faster, harder, more urgent as he watched you lose yourself in your pleasure. "That's my good girl," he praised, his voice a low, dominant rumble.

Your body shuddered and jerked as you felt your climax building, your muscles tightening, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Shinsou could see the way your walls clenched and fluttered around your plunging fingers, the way your juices seeped out to coat your hand and wrist.

"I'm… I'm coming…" you gasped out, your voice a breathless, desperate thing as you fucked yourself with wild abandon, chasing the ecstasy that only he could give you.

"Then come," Shinsou commanded, his voice low and suggestive.

With a sharp cry of Shinsou's name, your body seized up, your back arching as your climax crashed over you like a tidal wave. Your cunt clenched and spasmed around your fingers, gushing and flooding your hand with your release as wave after wave of intense, mind-numbing pleasure consumed you.

Shinsou groaned, a low, feral sound that rumbled through his chest as he watched you come undone, your body shaking and shuddering with the force of your orgasm. His hand flew over his throbbing, pulsing cock, stroking it hard and fast as he chased his own release, his balls drawing up tight and hard in anticipation.

"Fuck, yes," Shinsou snarled, his voice a low, strained growl.

Your fingers continued to plunge and pump, working you through the aftershocks of your intense climax as Shinsou fucked his own hand with desperate, urgent thrusts. You could see the way his cock jerked and throbbed, the way the head flushed a deep, angry red as he approached his own peak.

As the waves of your intense orgasm began to subside, leaving you trembling and gasping for breath, you slowly opened your eyes to find Shinsou staring at you with a look of pure, unadulterated hunger. He had slowed his strokes to a lazy, teasing rhythm, his cock still rock hard and pulsing in his grip as he drank in the sight of your debauched, pleasure-drunk state.

"Shinsou…" you panted, your voice hoarse and ragged from your cries of ecstasy. "That was… incredible."

Shinsou's lips curved into a slow, wicked smile, his eyes glinting with satisfaction and a dark promise. "It certainly was," he agreed, his voice a low, sensual rasp. "But you know, as amazing as that was, I can't help but think that the real thing would be even better."

Your heart raced at his words, a thrill of anticipation and excitement zinging down your spine. "You mean…" you began, only to lose your train of thought as Shinsou gave his cock a particularly firm, deliberate stroke. You licked your suddenly dry lips, your mouth watering at the sight of his thick, rigid flesh, imagining how it would feel to have him driving deep inside you.

Shinsou chuckled at your reaction, a low, knowing sound that made your core clench and ache with renewed need. "I mean exactly what I said," he murmured, his voice a low, suggestive growl.

You could feel your cheeks flushing hotly at his crude words, but you couldn't deny the way your body responded, the way your juices began to seep from your still fluttering, grasping hole. "I want that too," you admitted, your voice a breathless, needy thing.

Shinsou groaned at your words, his grip tightening around his throbbing shaft as he gave it a slow, deliberate pump. "Soon," he promised, his voice a low, dominant rumble. "Very, very soon."

With a shuddering sigh, Shinsou reluctantly tucked his still hard, aching cock back into his pants, doing up the fly with a soft hiss of the zipper. You felt a pang of disappointment at the loss of the erotic view, but the promise of a repeat performance in the flesh was enough to soothe the sting.

"Until then," Shinsou murmured, a slow, sensual smile spreading across his face. "We have our games to keep us… occupied."

You nodded, a matching grin tugging at your own lips as you slowly, reluctantly removed your fingers from your still slick, sensitive flesh. "Until then," you agreed, already looking forward to your next virtual encounter, and the possibility of turning it into a reality.