just woke up, and i need to stick my hand under soldier boy's gym shorts and jerk him off while he tries to work out rn
mmm imagine settling between his thighs while he trains, burying your face against his clothed cock just to enjoy the warm musky scent of his sweat. imagine the grunting sounds you’d hear from above while he works out his arms.
maybe if you were squirming too much, he’d tug you back with a grumble, pulling himself out and tapping his tip against your lips. “make yourself useful if you’re gonna be here fucking around. open the fuck up f’me.”
he does two more sets while your mouth’s stuffed full with his twitchy length, nose buried in his wiry hairs at the base.
“you’re not a bad fuckin’ workout partner after all, doll,” he mutters when he’s finally done, already scooping you up by your armpits and roughly bending you over the bench press. “besides, cardio’s my favourite anyway.”
I wrote this when I was really pissed off about having to pay $900 for my car 😋 im over it now I swear but this is a little too crazy to keep locked away.
Subby Grisham ❗️❗️
“Please, love. Please.” Grisham whimpered. Each of his words shook with restraint, his breath tickling your ear. “Please may I move?”
You grab his jaw, fingers digging into the bone as you lifted his head to look at you. He was completely red, glasses long since discarded to reveal his crimson eyes, and each strand of his hair stood in a different direction. You smiled. “Good fuck toys don’t talk back.”
He moaned, and hung his head, forehead resting on your chest. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” His cock twitched inside you.
You kissed his head, lingering just a moment to burry your head in hair. He smelled of his lilac shampoo. “I know, baby. You can’t help it.” You wrapped a hand in his hair, tangling the locks around your fingers, before pulling his head back to face you again. He whined when you tugged again, harder this time. “If you fuck me good, like the pretty little fuck toy you are, I’ll let you cum inside, okay?”
“Yes.” Grisham nods his head desperately. He shifts inside you again, and you bite your lip to hold back your own moan. “Please, please. I’ll do whatever you desire, my heart. Anything I can do to please you.”
“Such a good boy.” You pushed his head into yours and kissed him. He kissed you back with even more fever, pressing his lips onto you like he was a man starved and trying to feed himself off your lips. Between breaths, you mumbled. “Move. Slowly.”
Grisham obeyed. He always did.
He sat back on his knees. Slowly, he pulled his hips back, leaving you feeling incredibly empty. You clenched around him as he slid back inside. Both of you groaned.
“L-like this?” Grisham pulled out again, his hips shaking with how much resistant he was using.
“Yes baby.” Your hand drifted up his sides, resting on his shoulder. He started at a steady pace, his thrusts slow and deep. “Just like that. Fuck, you’re such a good boy for me.”
He nodded. Grisham leaned his head down again, this time to settle between your breasts. Hungry, open-mouthed kisses were planted on your sternum, as if Grisham was trying to keep himself in check. His lips snaked to the side, kissing and sucking on your breast.
You writhed. “Faster.”
Grisham grunted into your breast as his pace quickened. His cock slid in and out, filling you up delightfully. Your toes curled at the quicker pace.
“That’s it. Such a good fuck toy.”
Grisham bit your breast. His teeth sunk into the plush skin, and he groaned, almost animalistic. His hips sputtered, thrusting particularly hard into you.
You cried, your fingertips digging into his shoulder. A part of you wanted to relent your reigns of control, and let Grisham fuck you like the starved animal he was, but you took a shaky breath and maintained your control. “Slow down, pretty boy.”
Grisham whimpered, slowing his pace, but by only a hair.
You grabbed a fistful of hair and tugged his head backwards- a warning. “Be good. Only good fuck toys get to cum, remember?”
He stammered. His hips slowed back to their original pace, his cock ever so slowly stretching you out again. “Sorry. I’m sorry.” Grisham’s lips hung open, his entire face cherry red. He was shaking with the restraint it was taking to fuck you slowly. “F-fuck.”
You did your best to act unaffected by th slow pace, despite the fire that burned between your legs. With every stretch of his cock sinking inside you, his pelvis would press against your clit in an unsatisfactory way that left you craving more. Sliding your hand between your legs, you allowed yourself to relive some of the pressure and rubbed your clit with your fingertips. Grisham watched your hand slide between your bodies with wide, hungry eyes.
Grisham cursed, biting his lip so hard you worried it might bleed. His hips sputtered again. “Please. Please. My l-love.” He leaned down and pressed his head into the side of your face. You could feel his hot breath burning at your sideburns. “Please. I need to fuck you. I can’t do this. I need to fuck you right now or I’m going to die.”
The mix of sensations between his scalding words and the electricity of pleasure from touching yourself caused your head to spin in a way that you couldn’t resist. Maybe you two would last longer another day. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Please, Grisham. Fuck me so good.”
He hesiated for not even a full second. Suddenly, the man was pounding into you so hard it shook the creaking bed underneath you. Your head spun with pleasure, feeling so wonderfully full. Lewd squelching noises, accompanied by the borderline pronographic noises leaving the two of you, filled the room with even more heat.
“Good boy. Pretty boy. You’re such a good fuck toy, Gris. You’re fucking me so well!”
“My heart, my everything, oh. I want to make you feel so heavenly, you’re s-so divine.”
Grisham buried his lips into your neck, kissing and sucking and the tender flesh. At some point he bit you. He fucked you erratically, and his dick sunk so deep inside you that you could only think about how full you felt. Your fingers rubbed over your clit and sent hot pleasure through your body with practiced ease. You weren’t going to last long.
With the way Grisham was panting into your neck, you didn’t think he would either.
“Don’t stop. Keep fucking me.” You commanded.
Grisham whimpered. “Can I cum inside? Please?” His words were coated in desperation. “Please! I’ve been a good fuck machine. Just for you- for you, my heart. Please.”
“You have.” You grunted, and it turned into a pathetic moan as your body teetered on the edge of orgasm. “You’ve been a good fuck toy. Cum inside. You’ve earned it. My-my good boy.”
He fucked you frantically, the mewls coming out of his mouth pushing you over the edge. With a few good circles on your clit, you clenched around him.
Grisham cried out your name, and fucked into you as long as he could- about 3 more hard thrusts, before reaching his end as well. He filled you up as you were still coming down from your orgasm, and you swore you saw stars in popcorn on the roof.
Lazily, he pulled out of you, and collapsed on top of you. For a long moment, neither of you said anything, both of you breathing so heavily that it was audible.
You ran a hand down his back, feeling the curve of his hip. “You OK?”
Grisham hummed, rolling his head over to look at you. “I’m okay.” He smiled. “Are you?”
You smiled. “Yeah.”
With a slow sigh, Grisham lifted his head and kissed you. It was gentle, and tender, lacking energy but not passion.
“I love you. So much, Grish.” You murmured into his lips.
“I love you. More than any words can be strung together to describe.”
“how does this feel baby?”
“use your words sweetheart”
“i want to hear just how badly you need me”
“you look so pretty when you’re aching for me”
“you’re being such a good girl”
“you made such a lovely mess for me”
“let me clean you up and get you some water”
