just thinking about rafe and how he’d totally play with you for hours to make up for him being an asshole ♡.
warnings: fingering, dirty talk, pet names
“still wish you didn’t come over, sweetheart?”
you didn’t see faces smirk due to his lower face covered by your sopping wet cunt, that deliciously devoured his fingers as he continued his fevering pace.
“hm?” he quickened his pace making you cry out, clawing at his hand that was keeping your body down against his squirt soaked bed
“fuck- nonono! m’ so close! please don’t stop!” you practically pleaded for what it felt like the umpteenth time
oh, he was gonna let you cum.
he was gonna make you cum until you fuckin’ cried.
“yeah, baby? fuckin’ cum on my fingers. please? wanna say sorry, f’r bein’ such an dick.”
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thinking about being on his lap, perched sideways between his thighs while watching tv or reading something together… him shotgunning hits of his cigar to you… messing with his hair so a little strand falls over his forehead…
or riding his thigh completely naked while he’s still fully clothed, the friction of the denim on you just making it more difficult to keep it together… his big, warm hands holding your hips, fingers gently digging into your soft flesh as he moves you… his mustache grazing over your chest, your breasts, your neck, him kissing all over while you chase that high…
i’m so normal i promise.
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If Hayden keeps growing out his hair just a little bit more, we’ll get this version of him again and oh wOW am I ready for this
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thinking about toji being the type to part his legs a fraction more when he sees you walking in because he knows your eyes always happen to flit to his lap :((
he does it to tease you but also to show off. “all yours,” he seems to say every time he shifts on his seat, his chin propped up on his fist to hide a satisfied smirk.
toji pretends he doesn’t notice the way your eyes narrow in desire, your pearly teeth nipping your glossed lips in thinly veiled suppression of overflowing desire. he pretends he doesn’t notice the way your thighs are rubbing against each other when you’re sat down, occasionally batting your eyes at him as though it’ll distract him from the way you look overtaken with hunger. toji has to bite the inside of his cheeks not to burst out in a fond chuckle when he sees you like this—you’re not really subtle when you’re horny.
so, one day, when you’ve just returned from a night out with your friends and he sees you with that short dress you rarely put on because of how much it clings to your curves and edges, looking so beautiful and delicious, toji finally pulls you to his lap.
“c’mere, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his rough and wide palm warm around your wrist. “lemme feel you.” he kisses your shoulder and places his head on the crook of your neck, his fingers tickling the hem of your dress before dipping in, sliding along your smooth skin.
you shiver, goosebumps rising, as you shift on his lap. you gasp when toji’s hands grip your thighs, his fingers dimpling your skin. “shh,” toji whispers, his voice a muffled rumble from where his lips are pressed on your neck. “i’ve got you.”
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