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you sat before your laptop, staring into its blue illumination, watching whatever show you had clicked on. you weren't really paying attention to it, nothing seemed to peak your interest. your eyes glide over to the clock in the lower corner of your screen. you read 2:38am.
you sigh, deciding to click out of netflix and find something else to do. gosh, summer vacation was becoming a bore. you stretch, your joints had gotten stiff in those 30 minutes. you sit there, contemplating your next task to relieve your boredom. your AC creates a white noise to back your thoughts.
"what to do, what to do..." you murmur, fingers hovering over your keyboard. it takes a moment, trying to sort through the bunches of ideas popping in your head. alas, one strikes your interest.
"omegle!"
you laugh as you type in the website. you haven't been on that site in forever. omegle can honestly be a scary place sometimes but, you can't deny that it's kinda entertaining. it quickly loads up on your screen.
Omegle.com: talk to strangers!
kinda funny how their slogan is the one thing parents say to never do. you waste no time and type in some random hashtag, and click the video chat option. after a few seconds the classic two screens pop up next to the chat. you see yourself first. the quality of your cam was shit, but it blurred out your eyebags so you didn't complain.
you encounter your first match. they automatically skip.
"damn."
okay next one. it happened to be some guy.
"Hey." the audio cracks out of your speakers.
"Hi." you respond.
"whats up?" he fixes his fitted cap.
"hmm...not much." you scratch your head.
you stare at each other.
"K."
he skips you. tough crowd.
you go on to the next.
"yooo!!" some tween looking guy pops up. you already know he's gonna say something stupid.
"hi?" you give a weak wave.
"dude— oh my god, you're so hot." he holds his head with his hands, as if he's in awe. his pastey skin blares off your screen.
you cup your mouth and fly out of the frame to laugh. you wheeze as you hear him trying to explain how he's not supposedly kidding. these guys are so stupid. you swiftly come back into frame after relaxing a bit.
"thanks? i guess." you say coughing.
"no for real dude, you're like the prettiest girl i've seen so far. like actually." he exclaims, whilst chewing some lollipop stick.
you face palm, hand dragging down your cheek."yeah. okay."
he obnoxiously smiles waiting for a moment, as if he excepted a better response.
"soooo....pop a titty?" he raises his brows with hands extended.
"oh my god.." you double click on your esc button, skipping him. idiot.
onto the next contestant. you two exchange bland "Hi's" they skip you. okay. you come across a black screen. uh oh. instead of talking, they type instead.
stranger: hey there ;)
you decide to type as well.
[YOU]: Hi
[stranger]: you're cute.
[YOU]: thanks?
[stranger]: you wanna see my dick?
[YOU]: ew
you skip.
now this next one may have been karma. the next screen happened to be concealed— only to reveal a guy giving himself the stroke 9000.
"fucking hell," you almost yell and exit out completely.
you cover your eyes, groaning in disgust. you chuckle but it wasn't anything funny. an unsolicited dick was just one of the things you'd end up seeing on this damned site. peeking through your fingers, you read the time. ugh, still too early to sleep. even though that disturbed you, you just decided to go for another round.
"okay. let's just chill...and continue on.." you reassure yourself as you load the site back up.
you go to enter a tag. what would a good topic?
anime? nah. incel? fuck no. milf? maybe.
"wait!!"
you stupidly smile as you punch in the tag. what's better than a milf? a dilf. not overrated, but common enough, and basically the same thing.
"no dilf is actually gonna show up..." you say. you just thought it'd be funny to see what other loser searched it up. this gave you a weird level of excitement.
the right click of your mousepad loads it up. you waited for the recipient to show up. you sit, half dreading whoever was gonna pop up. omegle takes its pretty time loading. and, as expected...no dilf. just a girl. good enough. you two automatically giggle at each other, waving silently in shame.
she ended up being the first to skip. well that was that. it starts taking you to the next person with the same tag. you're surprised. who else was on here? soon enough, it matches with another person. probably a girl. or guy, who knows. it takes a moment for it to come up. as it finally does, you freeze.
oh my god. no way. there's no way. your mouth is basically agape in shock. did you just fucking find a dilf? the screen displayed a fairly buff man. no scratch that. it displayed the torso of a VERY juiced up man in a fitted black shirt. only the lower half of his face was visible, his camera seeming to be placed on his lap. he was laid down but propped up by a headboard probably. his bod was the only illuminated thing on screen. you notice a sick scar on the corner of his lip.
"what the fuck..!" you scream whisper, scrambling to tilt your camera to face to the ceiling. you were very tempted to just skip out of shock, but you were too in awe by this random man.
you frantically grab your phone, sending a text to your bsf exclaiming you found a dilf. they're literally not going to believe this.
you dart back to your screen, finding the man smirking. why the hell is he smirking. oh shit, your volume was on. he probably heard you geek out like an idiot. you quickly turn it down to zero.
you see him start typing...he's typing!!
[stranger]: ?
you furrow your brows.
[YOU]: what?
[stranger]: u freaked out?
okay that's totally embarrassing. you internally scream.
[YOU]: oh lol
YOU: u caught me off guard for a second sorry
[stranger]: hm?
you could hear the clicking of his keyboard.
[stranger]: do i make u nervous?
you felt your face burn, you squeal into your hand in embarrassment. this is so stupid. you should've just hit the escape bar.
[YOU]: maybe
[YOU]: whatever
you hear him softly chuckle, the corners of his lips curling. is this a gift from the gods? even though his sound was on, he didn't seem to talk.
[YOU]: why don't u talk?
[stranger]: show me your face again and i might
you pause. well he already knows what you look like, so not like your identity matters anymore. you brush off your nerves and just do it. you came on here to advert your boredom. you tilt your camera back onto your face. you try not to smile. a moment, then he starts typing again.
[stranger]: ah
[stranger]: what a pretty girl
you suppress your creeping grin into a tiny smile.
[YOU] : shut up
[stranger]: haha okay
you watch him shift to rest his hand behind his neck, ultimately flexing his fat ass bicep. chill y/n. don't let your 3am hormones get the best of you.
[YOU]: so? y don't u talk
[stranger]: don't feel like it.
ugh. you decided to not roll your eyes.
[YOU]: okk..
he licks and purses his lips. you take notice of his jaw muscles flexing as he does. this guy's bone structure looked sharp as steel.
[stranger]: how old r u?
[YOU]: 19
[YOU]: wbu?
[stranger]: doesn't matter
you hear the clicks as he starts typing again.
[stranger]: whats ur name?
you were getting a little tired. you just typed it in.
[YOU]: y/n
[YOU]: u?
a second of stillness.
[stranger]: toji.
[YOU]: cool
you rub your eyes at the now overwhelming bright screen, it badly contrasts against your dim room. you avert your attention to turning down the brightness. you come back to another chat.
[stranger]: so y/n
[stranger]: what brings you to the dilf section?
you smile. great, how are you supposed to explain that. especially since you haven't skipped him yet.
[YOU]: haha i did it as a joke
[YOU]: i wasn't actually excepting to find anyone
you see him smirk again.
[stranger]: well it seems like u did huh?
[stranger]: like what u see?
yes. very much.
[YOU]: sure
[stranger]: u don't have to be shy ;)
please, not the winky face.
[YOU]: i'm not
you totally were. you choose to retaliate.
[YOU]: u won't even talk
you hear that low chuckle again. he shifts back into his original position.
"is this better?" his voice sounds.
what the fuck. shivery goosebumps form on your warm skin, his sly voice was unexpected. he sounded like a dick, but in an alluring way. you don't say anything.
he tilts his head. "y/n?" he knows what he's doing.
that alone just sent butterflies to your core. the way your name sounded on his tongue was just...too good. you put your volume back up, regretting making him speak cause now you have to respond.
you clear your throat. "yeah."
"tch, I guess the voice matches the face."
"i suppose..." you respond. what's that supposed to mean?
the sound of static fills up the empty pause. you watch his chest rise and fall to the rhythm of his breathing.
he found you pretty enough for a girl on omegle. he could tell you were trying to mask any expressions that came about on your face. you'd be fun to toy with.
"alright y/n, you want to have some fun?" he flashes you a grin.
your eyes glare in surprise. fun? you half giggle. what are you getting yourself into.
"yeah what type of fun?" you lean back on your arms, bobbing your head forward.
"don't play dumb....you seem like a smart girl. you know what I mean."
you catch this feeling of warmth underneath your skin rising, though your AC was blasting on the coolest setting. this was omegle, what did you expect? whatever. you can always just leave. a long breath is released through your nasal.
"sure. but, show me your face first." might as well test the waters. what if he's ugly?
he scoffed, but complied. squeaks emerge as he's angling his camera upwards. you could now see him. your imagination may have became reality.
shit he's hot. your back arched subconsciously, this seemed like too good of a deal. his face held this expression, cocky almost. something that gave you chills of corruption just with a glance. sculpted jawline and cheekbones, dead eyes that somehow possessed you. your arousal was beginning to peak.
"we good now?"
you nod, a knot in your throat. and maybe in between your legs.
"okay y/n." he hums. "what're you wearing?"
you look down to find yourself in a t-shirt and just underwear.
"t-shirt and underwear." you say looking back up.
"show me."
you roll your eyes. "you can already see it." well, just the shirt.
"I want to see all of it.”
jeez. you lift up your computer for a second, showcasing your shirt and a peek of your underwear before setting it back down.
“what next?”
"okay. are you wet right now?" you can see his eyes travel down your body despite the shitty quality—observing your body language.
"..maybe." you bit your lip.
"maybe? don't tease me princess." his head tilts forward, an eyebrow raised.
you pursued your lips. "yeah."
he grinned. "good."
some friction would feel so good right about now.
"are you hard?"
he doesn't respond. instead he shifts around his camera, setting it off to the side, providing you a full view of his torso and crotch. the tent in his sweatpants was obvious enough.
"you can get me harder." his hand grazed over his dick, softly palming through the fabric. "lift up your shirt."
you hesitate. you literally don't even know this guy. but, that's also what added to the thrill. just talking to him got you horny, your underwear was on the verge of being totally soaked.
"don't leave me hanging baby," he palms himself once again, breathing heavily enough for you to hear.
you straighten up, and angle your camera downwards, getting a view of your torso and thighs. your face was thankfully now out of frame. you slowly begin to lift up your shirt, paying more attention to him rather than yourself. the cold AC breeze causes your nipples to harden, your breasts now unconcealed. your shirt rests atop your chest.
you don't move, toji stays in place for a second as well.
"play with them."
your cunt throbs. you try taking a shorter time hesitating this time. your hands both cup your breasts, softly caressing as they were now sensitive from the cold. your finger grazes over a nipple, feeling a shock run throughout your body. you don't catch yourself soon enough, a whimper managing to slip out.
toji continues palming himself at the sight, his dick growing harder with each stroke. that moan practically made blood rush to his head.
"augh, good girl..." he slurs out.
his voice caused you to grind your hips into the bed. you weren't exactly comfortable, but you most definitely horny—so you just continued on to fondle your tits in arousal. your back is arched, one hand set down to support you.
"I make you feel good baby?"
you hum, thankful that he can't see your face right now.
toji slips down the elastic of his sweats, pulling the thickened flesh out. he takes no time to start stroking. his strokes are slow but firmly gripped, getting himself going. the sounds you make are just like music to his ears. he groans.
"I wanna see your cunt."
a heave is let out, before repositioning the cam into a better position, a view of both your tits and clothed sopping pussy. your knees are brought up to your chest.
you wore no shorts, just panties. he could see the deep outline of a wet spot right in the middle of your heat. did you get that wet just from talking to him?
"well aren't you a little slut?" he scoffed.
your hand trailed down to your clothed pussy, legs shivering at the touch. you were nervous to actually start touching yourself, but you so desperately needed it. there shouldn't be this much tension through just a screen.
"you wanna touch yourself baby?"
"yes, please.." your middle finger ran down the center of the wet spot, closing your legs together as it barely grazed your clit. you murmur a swear.
he was enjoying seeing you getting flustered, he could tell this was probably your first time doing something online. all the more fun.
"go ahead. touch yourself."
you begin to pull off your underwear, just when you were stopped.
"no, keep them on. I wanna see you soak them through." a firm grip is around his cock.
with those words, you might've already have. you pull them back up, dipping your hand right into them afterwards. the sensation was riveting. you can't help but moan.
"ah, fuck.."
toji watches your hand fall into a circular rhythm around your clit, he too beginning to speed up his pumps. his hand dances around his hot tip, being careful not to spill anything just yet. he sits up, keeping his full attention on you. he lets out moans of his own.
"what i'd do to you right now..." his words flowed out like smooth honey into your ears.
"...tell me." you breathed out.
you move your hand farther, slipping a finger into yourself. the cum you had already produced made it easy to start finger fucking yourself.
he delved into his imagination.
"i'd first start with fucking that pretty mouth of yours….” he stops and thinks for a second more. “I bet you'd sound pretty with my cock stuffed in your throat."
you smoothly add in another finger.
"...play with you a little bit, tease your cunt until you're practically riding my fingers yourself. i’ll make you ride my face, keeping your legs in place as you shake…when you're finally dripping, i'll spread your pretty cunt apart... then fuck my cock into that little pussy of yours.....fuck,"
he maybe got too into it, realizing the precum started to stream out like a faucet. he set his hand aside, not wanting to cum just yet. it was agonizing, but he decided to ride it out just a little more. he could hear you softly whimper, lips parted as you generously fingered yourself. you looked so good for him.
he began stroking again, unable to resist. it hurt so bad to just let it throb.
"…i’ll hold your arms above you, knees up to your chest as I fill you up with each fucking thrust. you'll have nothing to hold onto, you'll just have to take me until I cum right inside you."
your moans came one after the other, plunging your fingers deep as they could go, wanting nothing more but to feel his dick instead. have him completely fill you up as he stated. just the thought was enough to send you over.
"fuck!" your legs spazzed as you came onto your fingers, soaking yourself completely. your hips buckled, riding out the orgasm. a stream of liquid spilt into your panties and ran down onto your sheets. you actually think you squirted.
"fuck baby…” he could feel it coming, swiftly gliding his hand down his dick as it approached. “such a fucking good girl.”
toji could not help himself, letting his load flow free just as you finished. cum ran down his hand and length in thick ribbons. his abs tensed, a low growl sounding through the speakers, getting the last of it out. he sighs in relief, dick going limp.
the orgasm now dying down, all you now felt was embarrassment. you just came in front of a dilf..on omegle. you look down, also realizing you made a mess on your sheets.
“well, that was fun.” you once again hear his voice.
“yeah, it was…” you say, coming back to your senses.
he smirks, shifting his dick out of frame. “until next time, y/n.” he says it as if he knows you’ll come back to the dilf tab.
he might be right.
you tiredly grin, before waving a goodbye and exiting out of the tab.