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"I miss you, Sho," you whined at his image in the video chat. "Both of you! Why'd you and Hizashi have to leave for things in the same week," you said with a pout.
Shota had been pulled in for some underground work, and Hizashi into a group that was working in a different area of the country. You didn’t know exactly where, of course, but you didn’t need to. You just wanted them back home. You were a bit surprised that Shota had more freetime, despite being in a smaller group than Hizash. Smaller groups usually meant more work. You hadn’t heard from Hizashi since he had left, so you were glad that at least Shota had some free time to call you.
He chuckled, a handsome half smile touching his lips. "I'm sorry, kitten. We can try to space out our work trips in the future, but I can't give any promises. You know how hero work goes," a slightly frustrated look on his face as he ran his hand through his hair.
A shiver of desire ran through you at the nickname. It was a near pavlovian response at this point, and a red flushed across your face.
"I know that…" you conceded, pausing, working up the courage to say the next part. "But that doesn't mean I don't miss the two of you."
Never one to miss the hidden meaning of things, his half smile became a full, devious smirk.
Your breath hitches as you watch the effects of your words on his face. His eyes darkening with desire, darting down, taking in as much of your body as he could on his small phone screen.
He let out an approving growl that made your pussy twitch.
"I miss you too, kitten," his tongue darts across his lips and you desperately wish he were here in person, so his tongue could be on you, teasing your pussy and clit until you had to beg him to stop. To fuck you properly.
He looks back at you through the screen, reading your thoughts so easily.
Both of your breaths have deepened, becoming more ragged the more turned on you get.
You fan your face, letting the loose sleeves of the shirt you were wearing try to cool you down.
Shota’s eyes darken with desire as he sees what you are wearing. “Is that one of my shirts?” he asks, amused.
You freeze, embarrassed, giving him a slightly huffy, “Yes…”
“So that’s how much you miss me,” he teases.
“We already covered that I miss you…" you say looking away.
“What else are you wearing?” Shota asks, smirking.
Blinking, you take a moment to bite your lip, trying to hide your growing smirk.
“Tell me,” he continues, “are you wearing something of Hizashi’s as well?”
“No… I am only wearing your shirt.” you say, letting your lips curl up into the smirk, watching the desire take over his expression. The eyes darkening, the deep breath, gulp, the growl as he locks eyes with you again. His jaw is clenched tightly as he pins you with a look.
You let out a shuddering breath, missing the effect he has on you in person, shocked he can still do so much just over the screen.
“Show me,” he said in that beautiful, commanding voice.
Your brain stops functioning for a moment because of how turned on you are.
Evidently, you hesitate a bit too long as he barks out a sharp, “Now.”
You whimper at the command, sitting up quickly, turning around to prop the phone against the pillows. You're desperately needy as you scoot back until you can see your legs in the small preview. Nervously, you place your hands on your knees, unsure exactly what Shota wants to see. Waiting, you watch him take in your figure over his screen.
“Spread your legs,” he says in a cool voice.
Shifting your hips, you do as he says, hissing as the colder air hits your pulsing, aching core.
“Already wet, kitten ?” he asks. You can see his arm shift rhythmically, stroking himself. “Lean back.”
You look up at the ceiling, rocking your hips as you do so and bringing your knees forward, spreading yourself fully for your lover.
You drag a hand up your torso, over your claimed shirt, trying to imagine it was someone else's. You circle your breast, gently kneading as you spiral towards your nipple, groaning loudly as you pinch it.
"I like that sight, keep on going," he says, voice raspy with desire.
You bring your hand back down, grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling it up, exposing your breasts completely.
You roll your hips as he spits out curses, mind immediately going to what he would be doing if he were there in person.
"That's so fucking hot, kitten," he says, panning his phone to his tented pants, cursing more as he firmly grasps the outline of his cock through his sweats.
Moaning, you wish that he was there, so you could give his cock all the attention he needs. He could have you a desperate mess, willing to do anything to make him feel good, to get him to fuck you.
"Fuuuck, show me your cock. Please! Sho!" You whine, bringing both of your hands up to your chest, pinching and twisting your nipples, loving the shots of desire that shoot straight to your pussy, making it twitch in anticipation.
"No," he says with a chuckle, camera back to his face. "You haven't even cum yet, so you definitely don't deserve that honor yet."
"Fucking bastard," you mumble under your breath, gulping as Shota raises an eyebrow. Shit, you didn't think he'd hear that.
Instead of addressing your comment, you let one of your hands drop slowly, fingers dancing lightly across your skin. Your breath hitches as you near your clit, devolving into a moan as you slowly circle the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Automatically, your legs began to close at the action. You don't even notice, too lost in the pleasure until Shota sharply says, "Stop."
You do so immediately, opening your eyes in confusion.
"Spread. Your. Legs." He enunciates each word, commanding.
"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir," you say as you spread them farther than they were before.
"Good kitten," he says, tongue swiping his lips as he focuses on your spread pussy. "Your so fucking wet, aren't you?"
You nod, continuing to press on your clit. "Yes, sir."
"And you have hardly begun to touch yourself," he says, amused. "Spread your wetness."
Panting, you slowly drag your finger down to your entrance, nerves on fire. You slowly push two fingers into yourself. Your other hand comes up to your face, trying to hide behind the collar of the shirt, muffling your moans as you pump your fingers in as much as you can.
You watch Shota's flushed face as you pull your fingers out, thoroughly smearing your wetness around your clit with a whine.
" Fuck," he groaned, "I can see how wet your fingers are. I just wish that was my face or my cock you were getting wet instead."
"You can make me cum as much as you want once you're back, Sho," you said, bringing your fingers up to your mouth, licking a slow, zig zagging line between them before taking them in and sucking them clean.
He bit his lip at the site, chuckling, "Didn't know that I needed your permission. Usually it's the other way around." He said this a bit distractedly as you pulled your fingers out with a pop .
"Grab the toy." He commanded.
You moaned, knowing exactly the toy he meant. The dildo that was shaped like his cock, his perfect copy.
He surprised you with it one time, to be especially mean. Either in cases like this or to fuck you with it, controlling the speed and intensity, until you begged for the real thing. Another time, Hizashi was fucking you in your ass, Shota face fucked you while also fucking your pussy with the dildo. It was deliciously hot, leaving you feeling so satisfied and used . It was a wobbly few days after that.
"Of course, sir," you said, leaning over to the drawer with the toys.
"The strong vibrator too," he said.
"That'd be too much," you whined as you grabbed that one too.
"You've handled that, and more, just fine in the past," he said, pulling the camera back, teasing the hem of his sweats. You sucked in a breath when you realized he wasn't wearing anything underneath them.
"Get my cock nice and wet," Shota said throatily.
Bringing the copy to you, you dragged it and rocked your hips along it, letting it split your lips open, wet noises coming from it with every movement. "Shota," you let out a breathy moan, rubbing the toy into your clit more. "Please," you whine, biting your lip as you look at him pleadingly.
"So impatient," he said with a slight roll of the eyes, "Slowly."
Lifting off the bed slightly, you angle the toy, heart racing in anticipation as you tease your hole with the head of it. Slowly, too fucking slowly, you sink down on the dildo. You're so turned on that you can feel your pulse on the solid toy.
"I always fucking love that sight," Shota said, as you reach that sensitive spot. Head thrown back in pleasure, you barely registered the command. "All the way, now."
"Shotaaa," you half-scream as you let your body sink fully, feeling so suddenly full by the toy. Letting out a ragged breath, you open your eyes, cock drunk as you see him staring intently through the screen. He nods, signaling for you to go ahead.
Arms in front of you, you brace yourself and raise your hips. Your mouth opens in an "O" as you slowly sink onto the toy. The copycat dildo has no give compared to the real thing and you feel every vein ridge as your pussy pulses erratically until you are completely filled by him. Your body shakes and there are no thoughts in you as your body automatically brings your hips up just to slam down again to be stretched. Just like the real thing, the cock perfectly rubs against that spot inside you and you let out a long moan. "Shotaaaa," you scream as your body continues to ride the toy, bringing you ever closer to the edge.
"Fuuuck," he grinds out on the other side of the phone. "I can't wait to have you riding me like that for real. I love the sight of your tits bouncing as you ride me, you're so fucking perfect, kitten."
Bringing a hand up, you begin to twist your nipples, just how he would if he were here. "I'd… want you to suck on my nipple too," you say, a bit embarrassed.
"Of course I would, they're too irresistible not to. You know I'd do anything for you while you ride my cock like that," he says, camera again panning down to his covered cock. There's a dark spot where all the pre-cum has gathered.
' What a waste ,' you think to yourself, you love to lick his cock clean, before or after he fucks you. "Please, Sho. Let me see you," you beg, grinding your hips in a small circle to make the toy drive you crazy.
He grasps his cock firmly through the sweats, "Not yet, kitten. You know the rules. Not until you cum." He chuckles as you whine in protest. "And especially not until I tell you that you can cum."
"Of course, sir," you say breathily, "Please, sir. Can I cum? I want to cum. I need to cum! " You shout, pleading.
"Put the vibrator on your clit," Shota commands. "Turn it up twice."
"Yes… Shota!" You place the toy on your clit, biting your lip before you turn it on. A silent scream escapes you, even the lowest setting feels like too much, like it will push you over the edge. You bite your lip, stopping fully on the toy as you adjust to the sensation, trying to keep your orgasm abated. It's so much, it's too much, too good.
"That is how you like it, kitten," Shota says, as you realize you must have said the last part out loud. "Be good now and turn it up ."
You can barely breath, still not moving on the toy as you do as he says. The sucking intensity increases, and you can't think of anything but Shota's wonderful cock, so deep inside you, filling you so much, making you feel so fucking good.
You can't hold back, you can't you can't youcannnttt!
"Do it, kitten. Cum on my cock, get it nice and fucking wet the way only you can," Shota commands, his words the magic spell that ends it all. You give into the pleasure, opening your eyes a crack (when had you closed them?) To see that Shota's sweats have been pushed down enough that you can see his cock, he's stroking himself so beautifully in time with your selffucking you can almost imagine he's actually there.
The sight, the intensity of the vibrator and the dildo so close to the real thing, so slick with your wetness and filling you so well is more than enough to end you. "Shota!" You scream, whole body convulsing as you cum so incredibly hard, wishing someone's, anyone's, hands were on you.
You're wishing so hard, you barely register that someone's arms are wrapped around you, taking control of the toy, turning it up even more. The other hand coming up to your breasts, teasing them so fucking well. Hot breath on your neck as they suck hard on your neck.
"Fucking hell, princess! This is so fucking hot and a hell of a way to be welcomed home," Hizashi tilts your head up, kissing you and you belatedly realize that the touches are for real, nearly crying in need and surprise at his sudden return.