about dry humping with ray
ray x fem!reader (drabble - smut)
when ray invited you over, he had nothing but pure intentions. he’d made sure to clean his room and make his bed comfy enough for you two to watch the movie you’d been rambling on and on about. again, he really just wanted to watch the movie and spend some quality time with you.
but it’s so hard to ignore the way his shirt is ridden up just above the waistband of his jeans, showing off a sliver of midriff. his arm is above his head, resting on top of his messy curls, while his eyes are glued to the television. his lips are slightly parted,
“ray?” his head snaps toward you, giving you a questioning glance. "can i try something?" he's hesitant and a little confused, but why would he ever say no to the pretty girl that he's been waiting to have in his room for forever?
"uh, yeah." his hand moves from its spot near the headboard, taking rest on his lap. he wipes the sweat off on his hands on the denim covering his thighs, trying to remain calm and appear unbothered as you crawl over to him. his attempts couldn't be farther from his actual appearance; the tent in his pants is completely blowing his cover.
with a hand on his cheek, you lean in and kiss him slowly, carefully. he's in shock, taking a short pause before kissing you back with immense fervor, and gliding his warm palm up your lower back. his fingers are rough, callused from hours of playing guitar; but his touch is gentle.
after a while, he's starting to grow needy. his hands are being placed all over any piece of your body that he can reach, gripping at your skin like he want to be (impossibly) closer to you.
the room heats up, clothes are tossed on the floor, and soon you’re on his lap, clad in nothing but a pair of lacey pink panties and a matching bra. his hand explores the side of your waist, rubbing in circles and tugging harshly at your skin. he moves his hands to your hips, guiding them along his pulsing length hidden under his boxers.
no words are needed, your hands find their way onto his shoulders, digging and leaving a red mark on the soft skin. all it took is a squeeze on your thigh to press down onto him harder, using all your energy to create the friction you’re yearning for.
lost in his pleasure, ray’s head is tilted back, eyes pressed shut tight, and mouth wide open. every once and a while, a grunt passes his lips and sends butterflies straight to your core. he’s close, but holding on, taking in everything, hoping it doesn’t end too soon. he gains the composure to look up at you, eyebrows furrowed with concentration and lips parted with pleasure.
you meet his gaze, and he quickly returns to how you first saw him. his head snaps back, and he lets out a loud sigh as he finishes, covering your panties in his cum. the sight is intoxicating, and it pushes you over the edge.
the room is quiet after your orgasm washes over you, the space filled with nothing but heavy breaths.
“so…” ray’s face is completely flushed, and he’s doing everything to avoid your gaze. “could we like, do that again?”
chat as a professional dry humper this was so freaking hard to write so sorry if it sucks
