dolan twins imagines

overstimulation; e.d

"ok but ethan's gf overstimulating him till the point where he just says "fuck." under his breath...? please?" —ANON

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ethan had finished already, clearly. his chest was heaving, sweat beading down his temples, and he had the most fucked out look on his face that you had ever seen. he looked so beautiful this way, you thought.

he pushed aside the damp curls that had fallen in front of his eyes, and let his tired limbs relax fully into the mattress underneath him.

his body jolted suddenly, feeling your hand beginning to pump him again, once, and it was slow. you started from his base and dragged up towards his tip, coating his skin with the cum from his previous orgasm.

how was he supposed to feel at that moment? he was incredibly sensitive to your touch, and he hissed a little when you pumped him again and again. it's not that he wanted you to stop, but god he didn't think he had anything left in him.

"y/n-" he gasped, one of his legs bending at the knee, the rest of his body squirming to escape you.

you held him there, your free hand putting pressure on his hip to keep him still. the fact that you didn't respond was driving him crazy. all you did was glance up quickly to catch the desperation in his eyes.you were determined to milk whatever he had left out of him, even if it wasn't much.

tightening your grip, you twisted your hand over him, moving up and down in a wave-like motion, something that always got him worked up.

ethan couldn't complile the words to protest against you at this point, his mouth hanging open with broken whimpers escaping every now and then. an all too familiar fire began burning in the pit of his stomach again, and his eyebrows knit together.

and there you sat, jerking the fuck out of his dick while he squirmed and whined, with this devilish smirk on your face. this was fun for you, in all honesty. and even though it was torture at first, ethan enjoyed it too.

you formed your hand into a fist around his tip, rubbing and rubbing until his strongly built back was arching off the bed. his shaft twitched, and you felt it.

the smirk on your face grew and your hand worked faster. he was panting now, but his breath caught, his body going completely rigid for a split second.a breath of a curse tumbled from his mouth when his hips jut upwards to release on your hand, "f-fuck."