Tell The Men I'm Comin'

Author's Notes: written for annie :3

Gritting his teeth, March mindlessly fucked the toy in his hand. Slick silicone enveloped his prick as the filthy wet sound of lube sloshing about bounced off the walls. Muffled grunts managed to escape the blacksmith.

That stupid new farmer.

She did this. She reduced him to a desperate mess.

His balls smacked against his hand as his thrusts grew wilder. His body ached for hers, but he'd never admit to that. Not after how he humiliated himself at the inn last weekend. The softness in her pretty eyes and how her lips kept quirking into that stupid, cute smile as he confessed that she really wasn't that bad. It was the truth but he couldn't let her know that.

He couldn't let her know how badly she needed to be on her knees for him. She didn't need to know how he lost sleep thinking about her kissable lips stretched around his cock. She didn't need to know how badly he wanted her to be his first. How fucking good it'd feel to finally let himself give in and fuck her sweet pussy. Pants dripped from his lips as saliva threatened to overflow from his mouth. He tightened his grip on the soft toy as he gave one last deep thrust--

Only for cool air to meet his drooling tip. That sweet pressure disappeared as he realized that he had ripped through his precious fuck toy.

"Shit!" He loudly cursed as he flopped back onto the mattress, as his growing orgasm was ruined. Hopefully, Olric wouldn't ask about it in the morning. 

That stupid farmer girl. What was she doing to him?