you should think about your f/o masturbating to the thought of you, desperately and feverishly. wherever they can get enough privacy and time.
picture in the shower, hiding their sounds under the hiss of water, and cleaning the mess up. hand slick and wet with soap, water dripping over their face and down their front. hot breath joining the steam, leaning against the tile helplessly.
or maybe in the car. hidden away, pants slipped down just enough to slip their hands and try to calm this fire down. fogging windows, straining in the seat, silencing whines and noises as they buck into their hand. could've been from seeing you or after work or... could have been a simple little reminder that had their legs quiver.
or rushing off to the bathroom to tug it out. holding their breath or covering their mouth, fished through the fly of their pants. trying to keep cool and in control, but needing to release some steam after you wedged your way into their brain.
or maybe they were home, and they were shamelessly fucking their hand, a toy, or grinding on a pillow or some piece of furniture. calling your name.
I know I did a little imagine similar to this one before, but you can never forget that you make your f/o FERAL >:3

















