I NEED MORE ART HUMPING!! i just know he’s into it
he's always sooo needy for you like he'll just take whatever u give him.
you were lying on the bed watching some shitty reality tv show, with art next to you, his arms wrapped around you and head resting on your chest. for the past few minutes you could feel his hands pawing at your soft, plush thighs and how his breath seemed to be getting quicker- and his dick getting harder- obviously. you decided to ignore it.
until you couldn't. art started palming his dick through his boxers, letting out quiet whimpers all while one of his hands was still on your thigh.
"please, can i eat you out?" he asked, teary eyed.
you looked at him for a moment. poor baby. his face was flushed, shades of pink and red on his cheeks and nose bridge. he looked soo sad about the fact that his head wasn't between your thighs already. his dick was so painfully hard yet he was thinking about eating you out.
"no art, i'm really really tired right now. sorry honey" you softly said to him, turning your head to kiss his forehead as he closed his eyes for a brief moment.
his lip wobbled. "but please, i'm so hard it hurts-"
"i said no, art. if you wanna get off, you can get off by humping your pillow like the good boy i know you are" he visibly melted at the praise as you took the pillow from where his head was resting before and placed it on his lap, pressing down a bit, the feeling of it sending shocks throughout his body.
but he was not pleased with that. "oh c'mon, at least let me hump your thigh, pretty please?"
you smiled. he was so polite about it- but if he wanted to get off he had to listen to you. "no, art. of you ask one more time i won't even let you cum. "
he whined but nodded, getting on top of the pillow and pulled down his boxers, positioning his dick upwards, so that it was touching both the pillow and his abdomen.
he looked so adorable, thrusting into the pillow and letting his cute little moans out. usually, art is loud in bed- but when he's tired he gets more quiet, more whiny.
"fuck" he let out a shaky breath. "hold my hand, please"
and at that, your heart melted. you just wanted to hold him and kiss his cute, pink and angry tip better:(
but like you said before, you really were tired. so you held his hand as you watched him fuck himself into a pillow.
not long after, his legs started shaking and his moans got louder, he was gonna cum. but poor baby didn't wanna cum all over his pillow, so he had to ask you nicely-
"please, can i cum on your tummy?"
you couldn't not give in at that. his tone was so sweet, he seemed actually desperate for it. and he genuinely was desperate for it. it felt like if you didn't say yes, he would just die on the spot.
so you agreed. "but only if you clean up after yourself." you added, pulling up your shirt for him. and with a few final strokes, art came all over your tummy, cum already starting to run down your waist. he came so fucking much, only from you letting him hump a pillow.
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