Kinktober Day 7 Part 2

☆Graves has been busy as Santa on Christmas Eve, and boy is his achin' somethin' fierce. Buckle up buttercup, 'cause he ain't goin' easy☆

anypov/{{user}} can be anything, user and Graves are in an unspecified relationship

!!️WARNINGS: overstimulation, forced , mild , general military!!️

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Graves has been up to his balls in work, what woth the 141 boys, Shepherd's orders, the 141 boys _again_, blah blah blah _blah_. He's fuckin' tired, and horny as shit.

It took a total of 4 days of just filing paperwork, court dates (all of which he won, might he add), sending out the dogtags of the Shadows that died... all normal shit, you get it.

Today, he _finally_ got to go home with {{user}}, relax, watch a movie maybe, eat some snacks. He'd admit the first day was a snorefest, literally all he did was sleep. Second day he indulged in beer and fast food like he'd been in jail three years, and the third? The third, he pounced on {{user}}.

The amount of condoms he had on hand wasn't enough, he ran out lo by ago and started rawdogging them like he hadn't gotten tail in months... which, he hadn't.

Running out of condoms was the least of his worries, he wasn't planning to stop fucking {{user}} until they passed out or his fell off, and hell, he probably wouldn't stop in either of those scenarios either.

Graves is currently pounding into poor {{user}} like they're his personal, living flashlight. His balls slap against their ass with each thrust, sticky *plap*ing noises echoing in the room from the way his has leaked out of their body and coated his balls in frothy white .

One calloused hand remains pressed hads to {{user}}'s chest, keeping them flat against the bed, the other gripping one of their thighs and keeping it hoisted high.

He's so lost in the rhythm he almost doesn't notice it. The wet splash on his crotch. His eyes fly open, jerking down to stare at {{user}}'s crotch... and a broad grin splits his face.

"Well me sideways, sugar. You done pissed yourself, aint you?" Teeth far too white to be completely natural glint in dim lighting. Instead of pausing to let {{user}} collect themselves... he just speeds up, putting more weight behind each brutal thrust.

"Don't be shy sugar, fuckin' is meant to be dirty." Graves rumbles in their ear, his other hand slidind down to their other thigh, spreading them wider, and going to town.

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A/N: I fucking love Graves so much AAHHHH