what better place to stuff you full than in the common area midday where anyone could see?
well, almost anyone. most were either out on missions, eating lunch in the mess hall, or cooped up in their rooms.
you just looked a little bit too irresistible in your sweater dress.
so here you are, sat right between his legs on the couch while you were leaned forward on a rickety tv tray, pretending to read. gris’s hands held tightly to your hips to keep you fully impaled on him, the head of his length nice and snug right up against your cervix.
your breaths were a little heavy at the delicious pressure, instinctively trying to wiggle away. but gris had you right where he wanted. fully seated on his thick throbbing cock. you could hardly take him like this, and it was clear on your face by the little frown knitting at your brows and the flush on your cheeks. the words on the book were blurred together as you focused on sitting still.
gris was leaned back against the couch, head resting on the cushions with his eyes closed, pretending to sleep. anyone who sees this wouldn’t think much of it, just sitting in each others presence. well— he was for sure sitting in your presence. deeply.
just for the sake of messing with him, you clenched on purpose, letting your walls ripple over the length of his cock in a nice rhythm.
he lets out a little grunt, his grip on your hips tightening as he pushed you down impossibly further. you let out a little squeak at the brutal kissing to your cervix, and he relaxes back with a mean throb in response. soothing his thumbs over your sides.
soon enough he lets you start moving. little lousy bounces were he hardly leaves you, but it’s friction. his hands eventually loosen completely, allowing you to go at your own pace.
you’re mean with it, as you often are. you lift yourself until only the bulging tip is still inside, leaning precariously on the creaking tv tray. you hold there for many long moments squeezing and pulsating around the head like you were trying to milk him.
“mmmfhuckkk..” you hear behind you in a little whiny tone before he’s forcefully leading you back down fully.
now he’s moving this time.
deep pumps of his hips right up against that spot he knows puts you on the chance of squirting and making a mess. you grip the book harder. you haven’t flipped a page in well over 15 minutes.
you feel the nudge in your bladder and squeeze your legs together, closing the book in defeat and hiding your face in your arms to both muffle your noises and keep your blissed out expression away from prying eyes.
you feel it when gris gets close. when his thighs tense and his toes lift off the floor, digging his heels into the tile. he holds it miraculously, his hand circling around your thigh to get between them. his middle finger found your puffy clit and started circling firmly. you leaned even further forward to get the pressure off your bladder. didn’t want to risk the chance of exploding all over the common room couch.
you cream with a little faint shuddering moan, and he follows right after you were done convulsing. his head falls back and he holds you still and deep, balls drawing up. lips parted.
“oh hey.” you hear a voice and look up, quickly fixing your face even when you feel his scorching hot thick seed begin to stuff you full. it’s enjin, fresh from a mission, his eyes trail over the position for a mere moment before landing on gris’s face, turned away to hide how cunt drunk he is as he’s still riding out his orgasm. “is he okay?”
enjin whispers, pointing an obnoxious index finger towards the man buried 8 inches deep.
you nod with a little casual smile, subconsciously smoothing out your dress.
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