#sinful hours

It’s sinful hours.

I’m not even sure what to do with this. 👀 Is this a fic request because, good lawd. 🥵

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like, imagine oikawa sitting you down on his lap, your back against his chest. your legs are spread wide open and his middle finger is in your cunt, his other hand is pleasing your clit.

and you’re in front of a window - a floor to ceiling one, at that. anyone from the other building can see you - someone probably is.

it riles up oikawa even more. once he’s done pleasing you with his hands, he’ll stand you up - walk you toward the window and take you from behind. your breasts will be pressed up against the glass, drool will be coming out of your mouth and hot tears will be rolling down your cheeks because the pleasure is overwhelming.

fuck, but it isn’t over yet. he’ll want to make out with you now. will turn you around in one quick, swift motion and push you up against the window, make you wrap your legs around his waist - kiss your plump lips, trail his hands over your body.

and it’ll be on facetime, too.

fuck, i can totally see this. like, he’ll have you put your phone on some stand and sit in front of it, make you spread your legs and tell you to please yourself, voice rough and raspy.

“c’mon, baby. tell me how much you miss me. tell me how much you wish i was there.”

he gets so turned on when you start whining even more (of course, the hand that isn’t holding his phone goes down to pat his cock) as you moan out; i wish you were here, daddy. putting your cock in me n pulling my hair.

and wow, does that send him over the edge. his pants are down now, hand in his boxers as his eyes turn wide. they’re admiring the way your cunt is dripping cum, the way your fingers are expertly pleasing yourself.

“cum, baby. moan my name.”

you do as you’re told, toji and daddy leaving your lips in a battered up tone. you’re imagining it’s his cock in you (he knows, which fuels his ego) as you pump your fingers in and out.