Hi mootie....this was in my drafts i toss it over to you 👀💙
Dry humping Ryland, making him cum in his pants over and over again just from that friction until he's having nothing but dry orgasms. BRAINROT 🤤
FUCK YES I LOVE THIS IM ACTUALLY SCREAMING I need him in a biblical way it’s crazy. Also I lowkey started falling asleep while writing at the end so if it’s fucked up ignore it and I’ll fix it sometime during the day LMAO
His moan against your lips echoes throughout you and Rylands living room.
While on the weathered yet plush couch, you sit atop his lap, thigh slotted between his legs. His cock, hard, hot, and throbbing underneath his denim jeans, ruts against your thigh absentmindedly during your wet and sensual kissing.
His eyes are closed shut in pleasure, glasses askew, his skin a flushed shade of pink. Your fingers tangle within his locks, eliciting another delicious moan from his mouth against yours.
You tug his head back, pausing the heated makeout session you were just entangled in, a string of spit connecting both of your swollen lips.
He whines are the loss of your lips against his, but is quickly replaced with a long and drawn out groan as your thigh begins to grind against his clothed crotch, matching the rutting he was doing earlier.
His hands snake up from where they sat upon your hips and slide up underneath your shirt, resting at the curve of your sensitive waist.
You lean your head down at his exposed neck, hand still in his hair, leaving sloppy and wet, open mouth kisses along the area of skin along his jugular.
“Hmn!” He whines, bucking his hips up into your thigh, hands squeezing around your waist instinctively as you suck a particularly dark purple spot along his neck.
“Hah- I’m gonna…gonna cum-“ he warns, hips stuttering as he can feel his climax approaching. You smirk against his neck, trailing your kisses up towards his ear. Deep and sensual, you whisper in his ear.
His eyes pinch closer shut than before, mouth agape and open out of pleasure. No noise is concealed, whines and whimpers leaving him. His hands grip you with such strength that it surely will leave a bruise in the morning.
Finally, a long and steady groan comes from the depths of his throat as he cums in his jeans from the dry humping.
Before he can even grasp and relish in the final feeling of cumming, he’s distracted by the way he realizes you haven’t stopped moving your thigh against his limp cock at all.
Overstimulation immediately begins to set in. He whines out in protest, hips thrashing as he barely attempted to get away from your hold. His hands move from your waist, going any which way to try and ground himself.
“W-Wait pleasepleaseplease I can’t-“ he begs out, hands finally stopping, giving a death grip into the couches arms.
His waterlines begin to fill, overwhelmed by the sensations he was getting.
His cock begins to push itself back to life underneath your leg, a twitch from it heavy against your thigh.
“No, you can take it, can’t you? You did so good for me earlier, surely you can take another Ryland.”
A singular tear falls down his cheek as his hips jerk against you even harder, the familiar sensation of an orgasm building in his gut so soon after the last one.
“No-no please I can’t I need hah-, more!” He begs.
“No, you’re going to take what I give you and be appreciate about it like a good boy, alright?”
A choked out sob leaves his mouth, nodding his head, as whimpers galore fill the room and the pleasured feeling continues to fold over on itself until it’s too much to handle.
His pants already had a dark spot on them from his earlier orgasm, and you wanted to see them soaked.
“Come on, go on and show me you can do it. Be a good boy, I know you can Ry.”
Your words take him over, as his hips let out a final jerk before the dark spot on his jeans continues to spread due to second organs in his pants.
You pause for a moment and he’s relived your finally done, but he is quickly interrupted by the continued pressure of your thigh against his crotch.
This continues for multiple more rounds, all of them having him cum in his pants. You tried to count, you think you’ve made him come maybe 2 more times, before finally, you get what you were looking for.
He’s leaning in towards you, head buried in the junction where your neck is connected. He sobs into you, tears streaming down his face and drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.
His hips continued to stutter, practically jumping off the couch with each rut.
“Pleasepleasepleaseplease Fuck! Fuck fuck I can’t to this, hah, I cant it’s too much, it’s too fucking much-“
His hiccuping and muffled cries are said into your neck, the hot air sending goosebumps down your skin.
His jeans have been ruined at this point, after cumming so much inside them you kind of have to throw them away.
You can feel the way it throbs underneath your thigh, an indicator his orgasm is quite near.
Finally, he practically screams out with whines and whimpers as he cums for the final and last time of the evening. At least, so you thought.
You could tell by the lack of new, wet spots in his jeans, nothing had changed after this last orgasm earlier in the evening.
“Wow babe…I didn’t realize that could actually happen in real life.” You say deadpan, moving your thigh away from his crotch as you let him come down from his high.
Before you can even ask anything about it, you look over and realize that he had fallen asleep after that last orgasm.
You help lay him down along the couch, before laying on top of him in a simple embrace on the couch.
Both of you glow in your post-nut haze, before ultimately falling asleep in one another’s arms.
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