Hot Online Shenanigans Could Happen

In record time, I grabbed my headphones, fired up the PC, and opened Brawl Stars. The invite from Kaze popped up almost immediately. I accepted and jumped into her team.

At the same time, Discord started ringing. I answered.

“Yo,” Kaze’s voice came through, already sounding competitive. “Took you long enough. You ready to finally play with someone who doesn’t suck?”

Technically she did suck. Back in the alley. Just a mental note.

“Please. I’m about to carry your ass,” I shot back, adjusting my headset. “What’s the plan? Ranked or just casual?”

“Casual. I’m not trying hard today. Just killing time.”

“Same. Let’s go.”

We queued into a couple of matches. The first one was messy as hell - I had a beautiful 8/1 kill-death ratio with Piper while Kaze kept dying as Crow and complaining the entire time.

“Stop diving on the enemy team!” I laughed.

“I was fine until that stupid Shelly blasted me!” she argued. “You’re the one who keeps leaving me alone.”

“I’m the one getting kills, dumbass.”

Second match went better. We actually coordinated and won easily. That is, when we weren’t roasting each other’s picks, calling out bad plays, the usual.

Then my dick started to harden and I decided it was time for some fan service.

“Hey Kaze,” I said casually as we waited in the menu. “Quick bet. Next match, if I land three consecutive shots with Piper on the same enemy from max distance… you send me a pic of your bare tits.”

There was a short silence on Discord.

“…You’re serious?”

“Dead serious.”

“Dude, you already saw them in the alley on Poker Night,” she complained, voice slightly flustered. “Wasn’t that enough?”

“Nope.” I grinned.

Kaze groaned. “Fine. Whatever. You’re not landing all three anyway.”

We loaded into the next match. The enemy team had an Ollie who kept hanging back. I waited for the perfect angles.

First shot — full distance, direct hit.

Second shot — same.

Third shot — clipped him right as he tried to dash away.

“Three for three,” I announced, grinning.

“No fucking way,” Kaze muttered.

The match ended shortly after. I celebrated loudly while she groaned into the mic.

A minute later, my phone buzzed with a WhatsApp notification. One-time view photo.

I opened it.

Kaze had pulled her shirt up, her big 36DD tits on full display, soft and heavy. She was looking away from the camera, cheeks clearly pink. The lighting was a bit dim, but it was still a perfect view.

I was slightly disappointed it was one-time only… but to be fair, I hadn’t specified. Damn it, past Ward.

We played a few more matches after that. The vibe was still pretty chill, almost as if I hadn’t just gotten a photo of Kaze’s incredible breasts. Then I decided to push further.

“Another bet,” I said after we won a Brawl Ball match. “Next Brawl Ball game, if I can correctly guess all three brawlers the enemy team is using before the match starts… you send me a video. Not one-time. Fully naked, fingering yourself, and dirty talking the whole time.”

Kaze went quiet for a second.

“What the fuck, bro. You’re such a fucking pervert,” she groaned. “But… fine. Deal.”

I reached out telepathically.

Max. Next opponents’ brawlers?

Rico, Mortis, and Spike, he replied instantly.

As the loading screen faded, I spoke up.

“Rico, Mortis, and Spike.”

The enemy team appeared. Rico, Mortis and Spike. Wonderful.

Kaze stared at the screen. “…What the flying fuck was that, Jackson?”

The match played out. We won again. The second it ended, I heard her Discord status switch to muted.

A few minutes later, my phone buzzed.

A regular video file this time. Two minutes long.

I opened it immediately.

Kaze was fully naked, sitting on her bed with her legs spread. Her big tits rose and fell with her breathing as she had two fingers buried in her pussy, pumping them in and out at a steady pace. Her other hand squeezed one breast.

“Fuck… Ward, this is so embarrassing,” she whispered into the camera, voice breathy. “I’m fingering myself because I lost a stupid bet to you… and it feels good. My pussy’s so wet. I keep thinking about your cock from the alley… how big it was… how it stretched my mouth…”

She pushed her fingers deeper, a soft moan escaping.

“I don’t know why I keep thinking about it… I don’t wanna have sex yet, I shouldn’t… but I can’t stop myself from wondering how your cock would feel inside my pussy… God, I’m such a slut for losing these bets…”

She kept going the entire two minutes, dirty talking the whole way through while her fingers worked faster and her hips started rolling against her hand. By the end she was breathing hard, clearly close but stopping right before she came.

I rewatched it twice.

Eventually we both logged off after a couple more casual matches.

“You’re a menace,” Kaze said as we said goodbye.

“You’re the one who keeps accepting the bets,” I replied.

“Shut up. Bye, Ward.”

“Bye, Kaze.”

I hung up, closed everything, and lay back on my bed, fully content.

That was fucking hot.