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“And where do you think you’re going, babe…?”
“I have to go…”
“Nuh uh,” Enjin murmured in your ear.
A tired groan resounded from you when you tried and failed to wriggle out of your boyfriend’s secure arms. From the way his face was buried in your hair and his eventual snoring, you knew you weren’t going anywhere anytime soon.
Which is exactly your problem.
After another attempt, you were only constricted into a tighter embrace. Enjin’s bare, stocky chest was sturdy against your whole back, his breath was ticklishly warm along your neck, and not to mention, his heavy legs trapped you in his hold.
Cradled like this, you didn’t think you would last much longer.
“Need… to go…” You huffed urgently, perhaps more quietly than you intended.
Enjin continued to murmur, half-awake, “Where…?” He pouted. “Don’t go…”
You blinked around the dark room, expression dropping into a deadpanned one. Judging by his whines, he was hazy, between sleep and lucidness. Enjin was not going to loosen his hold.
Sometimes you wondered if the rest of the Cleaners would believe you if you told them the Akuta Leader loved to spoon. And boy, was he a clingy spoon.
You tried your luck again, “Enjin…”
“Mmm…?”
“Enjin.”
“Mmm?”
“I need to go to the bathroom.”
“Mm.”
No luck. No rest for the wicked. No giving up.
Ignoring the pressure against your pelvis, you somehow manage to wiggle in place and roll onto your back. Now supine on the mattress, you turned your head to face him.
“You know, you refilled my drink way too many times at dinner.”
“Hm, did I now…?” Enjin breathed out.
And then began to snore again.
“Enjin.” You hit him.
“...I’m up…!” He pushed himself up on his elbows, “And I’m down…” Then, collapsed back on his pillow.
“I’m not playing around,” You scoffed, scooting sideways to roll away from him, not forgetting to shove him with your foot. “I can’t hold on for much longer.”
You started to get up, but you yelped in surprise when you were dragged back to bed. Whipping your head back, you saw that Enjin had a good grip on your ankle, and he pulled you to him with ease.
“Enjin, you asshole-”
You cut yourself off when you saw him slither closer.
Suddenly, he was on you, trapping you in place. His hand gently slipped beneath the hem of your shorts, his tatted fingers playing with the waistband of your underwear, like a cat. A wave of cozy warmth began to grow, mingling with the sharp discomfort in your belly.
Your senses focused on Enjin’s soft lips pressing against the side of your neck.
“I’m just thinking about the other night,” He mused quietly, his lashes lowering to his cheeks in thought.
You felt yourself grow hot at his words, and you inhaled slowly, trying to think of a way to change the subject. But it was too late at night for your brain to come up with something other than the growing tension between the two of you. The desire to relieve yourself was overtaken by your stubbornness.
“Hmph.” You feigned ignorance, pouting crookedly as if you had no idea what he was referring to.
As if you didn’t remember the mess both of you made that night. How it started with you sleeping peacefully on his chest, and how you ended up on your back with Enjin holding your ankles over your head.
“Sure you don’t remember, babe?”
Enjin certainly remembered it well.
How cute you were as you stirred in your sleep, drooling on his chest. How he woke up feeling you unconsciously grind against him, his thigh wedged between your legs. How you moaned quietly as your hips continued to rock downward, chasing whatever pleasure was in your dreams.
Enjin remembered how his cock sprang to life, straining hard behind his boxers, as his hands moved down your whole back to caress your soft curves. Mumbling his name in your haze of sleep, mewling quite cutely when he finally got a good grip of your ass.
He moved you effortlessly, bringing you right up against his clothed cock so you could hump on him directly. He was pleasantly surprised by your sleepy enthusiasm. All the while you continued to rock slowly, your lips catching right on his fat head, the cotton fabric of your panties was merely a laughable barrier.
Enjin grinned tiredly, completely content as he felt your breathing get heavier and heavier against his neck. Your airy moans became much more taut when your boyfriend began to hump you back. Despite the unconventional methods of it all, release was so close.
Well, there was more than one thing your body needed to release.
Because your mind was so clouded with sleep and arousal, you were too desperate to recognize that the pressure in your pelvis was misplaced. You were unaware of your need for relief elsewhere.
By the time Enjin’s wandering hands slipped under your ass to part you open, with your cunt spread against the length of his cock, you were hit with the most sloppy dry orgasm ever. In the haze of your sleep, you moaned tensely, trembled with unbridled pleasure, and lost complete control of your bladder.
To put a long story short, you pissed yourself all over Enjin’s lap.
Only a groan left his lips, less out of mortification but more out of bewilderment.
Once the hot wetness soaked into his boxers, it clicked.
Enjin didn’t know what hit him. He didn’t know what possessed him. He didn’t understand why his dick got so painfully hard to the point where it was about to spring free from his drawers.
But once he finally clocked the full measure of what you’ve done, Enjin knew exactly what clicked in his mind. As he reached down to feel your soiled panties, his tatted fingers glided all smoothly against your slippery lips, all warm with arousal and piss.
His immediate thought process was:
The fuck?
To,
Oh, fuck!
To,
…fuck.
He tugged your panties to the side.
And without hesitation, Enjin rolled you over onto your back, shoved his ruined boxers down his thighs, and sank his cock right into you.
Enjin half shivered, half coiled at the otherworldly feel of your sopping hole puckering around his length. The fabric of your ruined panties slid and clung to his shaft with each sloppy, wet thrust. At this point, Enjin was huffing like an angry bull. Once your ankles were raised to your head, your eyes slowly parted open.
Intoxicated with arousal, Enjin was mindless. All you could do was lie there with your legs up in the air and take each hit as gracefully as you could. He was murmuring to himself as he hunched over you, obscenities and incoherent words tumbled out of his mouth like a man possessed.
When both of you finished, there was complete silence.
Complete silence while both of you clutched onto one another. Sweating and breathless and wrung dry.
Complete silence when Enjin began cleaning you with a hot, wet towel.
Complete silence when the two of you swapped the sheets.
Enjin recalled how distracted he was on his mission that very morning.
Anyway!
You haven’t talked about it since. Even thinking about it felt taboo. Well, given the extreme nature of it all… but a part of you rationalized that it could have been worse.
You just couldn’t bring yourself to talk about it again. You would rather walk right into the mouth of a trash beast than remember what happened that night. You absolutely did not want to admit to your boyfriend how much you liked it.
Because who in the right mind would admit something like that? You could always bite your tongue and ignore that desperate clenching between your legs.
“Can we?” Enjin’s whispered question and his gentle caresses snapped you back to the present.
When you glanced at your boyfriend, you saw that he was already propped up on his elbow, his blond hair falling over and framing his face perfectly. You could smell the faint scent of cigarettes on him. In the dark, you could tell he was gazing down upon you with those charming eyes of his.
“The sheets…” Your words trailed off weakly; you could feel your heartbeat pounding in your ears.
Enjin shrugged lazily, “There are other empty rooms.”
He was not wrong; HQ had more bedrooms than the two of you could ever need. More beds and linen, but…
“It seems wasteful,” You whispered, mewling softly when you felt Enjin’s large hand run along your side, purposefully lingering on the hem of your shorts.
“It’s cute you think I give a shit.”
“But… Is this… okay?” You hummed nervously, feeling your skin catch fire in the wake of his soothing caresses.
Because it felt wrong, it felt dirty to want something like this. To be so aroused by it. To be even thinking about-
Enjin muttered partially to himself, “It’s all I’ve been thinking about.”
Oh.
Oh.
Enjin didn’t need to elaborate further.
And you’re suddenly all hot under the covers.
“How badly do you need to go?” Enjin asked, his voice tense yet breathless. He was hanging on a thread for your answer, at the same time running his fingers under your shirt.
“Badly…” And when you whispered your reply, Enjin resisted the urge to narrow his eyes in… what’s this? Content?
A small sound left you when Enjin began to climb on top of you. His toned, well-built body was warm. Maybe too warm. Your ass lifted as Enjin pulled your shorts off. You could feel something burning up between the two of you when his pelvis perfectly aligned with yours.
His soft blond hair tickled your forehead when his lips closed in on your own. Enjin’s smile appeared when your hips began to move, grinding on the mattress and bucking against his-
“Does it hurt?” Enjin’s words were mushed against your teeth, and even his kisses were messy. And given the hardening length pressed up on your inner thigh, you knew that he was scheming something outrageous.
Well, you answered him before.
Badly. You need to go badly.
And you could hear your heart beat harder in your ears when Enjin’s large hand flattened over your bladder.
“Think you can hold it?” His question stirred something within you; at the same time, his thumb flipped and dipped under your damp panties, circling your small, taut bean.
“Dunno.” You breathed out, stomach rolling in time with Enjin’s leisure strokes. Now, those fingers of his slid over your fluttering lips. Gliding around your slick, mapping your blooming entrance, the blunt tips of his fingers slipping against that puckering hole.
A wave of shame washed over you, and you believed that you were drowning above water. A part of you scorned your boyfriend for literally having you wrapped around his finger. It was unfair how he used his good looks, smooth voice, and great kisses to persuade you into staying in place. But, damn it all, there was an itch that you couldn’t seem to scratch.
“If you can’t hold it anymore…” He hummed serenely, seemingly pleased by the thought in his mind, watching as he slowly slipped his finger inside. You noticed him tilt his head, attempting to hide that sporty smirk from you.
You better not be thinking what he’s thinking that you’re thinking that both of you are thinking-
Rationalizing it, looking at it from an outside perspective, it was absurd.
To be coiling in pleasure while your bladder trembled with urgency; it felt so wrong. Nails clawing desperately into your pillow, toes curling in an unexplainable thrill, it was starting to feel like you could be wrong about it being wrong.
“I want… your…” Enjin tapered off, the silence answering for him.
It was all a haze, and for a second, you think you’re dreaming.
Well, this was way too detailed a dream, given the way Enjin took his time teasing you open.
He was slow. You usually liked it when he took things slow. But damn, was he being insufferable about it.
He gently traced your clit with his thumb agonizingly slow, deliberately slipping a second finger into your tight hole with the same sluggishness as dripping honey. He kissed you unhurriedly and leisurely, as if he had all the time in the world to taste your mouth and nibble at your lips, all while you breathed shakily beneath him.
Like you weren’t about to wet yourself the longer he kept this up.
The thought sent a hot shiver down your spine, the mere idea of letting go right now… Of relaxing your muscles and letting a warm rush of piss flow out… Of feeling Enjin’s sturdy fingers moving in and out as you do… It’s almost overwhelming to think about, and you don’t know if you would survive long enough to tell the tale.
Enjin’s digits gradually slowed to a curl as he rubbed his knuckles against your sticky, plush walls. You sniffle, tears pooling at the corners of your eyes.
He kissed you again, murmuring quietly against your lips, “Maybe I need to fuck it out of you. You think that’ll help?”
You made a sound, which Enjin determined to be one of approval.
The next thing you knew, your panties were dragged down your legs and flung to the foot of the bed.
You don’t know how you held on long enough for Enjin to pump himself once, then twice, then sheath himself into your cunt before a small trickle of piss leaked free.
Must have been some kind of miracle, especially since Enjin began adjusting his posture so he could have a better position right on top of you.
“F-Fuck… Enjin…” You whimpered.
Like second nature, he pulled out a few inches before softly sinking right back in. You hiccupped a quiet sob of relief as more pee dribbles out, your legs trembling with vulnerability. All of this went against every natural instinct of your body, and every little leak sent a dizzying rush to your head, heightening your senses. You couldn’t help but focus on every drip that escaped you.
Enjin continued with expertly slow, deep strokes, murmuring how well you were doing for him each time he restarted his thrusts. He leaned in and kissed your temple, slipping further down your face. His lips ran over the salty streak of your tears, making your heart race fast in your chest, and your toes curled painfully in anticipation.
Fuck, you didn’t realize how close you were until Enjin began to fuck you with a vengeance.
With your fingers tangling in his hair, you moaned in warning, “Enjin…”
“Come on, babe.” He nearly crushed you with his weight when he pressed harder, unfairly applying more pressure to your bladder.
“Enjin…! I think I’m gonna…! N-No…! I can’t…!”
“I know you can do it.” He huffed. “Do it for me.”
“I- Uwaa…” You couldn’t believe your ears. There was no way he was actually gonna to make you go through with it? Right? Right?!
“Just let go.”
“Oh, I’m…”
“Let me feel it,” He partially begged. “Right on this dick. Come on. Please?”
“Enjin… I’m scared…” You finally managed to sputter out.
He held you tighter, his arms fully wrapped around your torso, mouth pressed to your ear as he nuzzled you comfortingly, “I know, I know, baby. Don’t be scared, I’m right here. You know I love you. I love you so much. You’re beautiful and perfect, and nothing you do is ever going to change that. Don't be embarrassed. Don’t hold back. Don’t think. Listen to me, this is exactly what I want. Give it to me. I want this. You’re going to make me so happy.”
“O-Okay…”
“You’re so fuckin’ cute.”
And that was it.
When you let go, you went loose and taut at the same time. You shook violently in relief, throwing your head back as your muscles finally relaxed and a stream of piss flowed from you. For the moment, you think you were sent to heaven from the overwhelming feeling of release.
“That’s it, baby. There you go…” Enjin breathed out hoarsely, biting his lower lip at the explicit sight of it all. “Fuck yes… Look at you. Makin’ such a big mess…”
You clenched at his words, covering your face and whimpering over and over. Your humiliation could not be measured.
Enjin shuddered on top of you, the hot gush showering his cock all impassionately made him stutter with his thrusts. He was all over the place; chaos wrecked his mind, and he didn’t know where to place this sudden, delicious, sinful fixation.
All he could do was moan and groan and keep pumping into his girlfriend- each stroke was loud and wet and so… fucking hot.
“Fuuuck, yeah… I fuckin’ love it…” Enjin’s parted lips smeared through your hair, his breath huffing in your ear. “You’re such a good girl, you always do what I say… I love you.”
His innocent kisses made you come, hard, and you found yourself clenching around all of Enjin’s impressive length. Euphoria and pleasure churned in your stomach as your legs remained loosely wrapped around his waist, and you were soon speechless.
Enjin’s laboured breaths nearly deafened you. From the way he kept thrusting and driving himself into you, it seemed like he finally reached his limit, too. His balls tightened as his thick spent shot right inside you, filling you up to the very brim.
His cock pulsated, twitching until he was coming up empty, leaving you sticky and full.
The itch had finally been scratched.
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Ever seen a six-foot-three, tattooed man completely lose his composure?
Well…
After a few moments, when Enjin finally pulled out, you held your heels against his ass, stopping him from going too far.
“Ugh,” He grunted. “Babe, now I need to go-”
You blinked up at him with big, innocent eyes, lips pursing, “And?”
“And what?” Enjin’s laugh was coated in disbelief, low and rough and a little tense. “My cum wasn’t enough for you?”
You shrugged, grinding up into him a little for emphasis, moaning softly at the nudge of his cock against your clit. There’s a messy mix of Enjin’s spent inside of you that leaked out in white pearls. Enjin had to snap himself out of that hypnotic sight.
He read your mind; this was to be a mutual exchange.
“Fuck, okay.” He grunted, his hand sliding down to grasp the base of his cock. “Okay, okay.” He was seemingly hyping himself up.
And with the other hand cradling the curve of your waist, Enjin’s eyes fell shut as his head tipped back, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. After a second, he groaned, exhaled, and hummed languidly as the liquid heat of his piss began to shower on you.
“Enjin, ahnn… Enjin…” You whimpered his name over and over.
He was overcome by the motion of it all, by the deep groan rumbling in his chest, by the uncontrollable feeling of his hips jerking of their own accord when you rock into him, frotting yourself on his softening cock.
Unbelievably, Enjin thought that the humiliation was absolutely- enslaving.
The bastard had a crooked, smug smile on his face as he watched the golden stream douse your pretty pussy. Your back arched off the bed, a fresh jolt of pleasure shooting through you. Enjin drew it out for as long as he could, droning at the mind-numbing scene, before he gave himself a couple of shakes, audibly slapping his limp cock against your folds.
Just as he was finished, you sighed softly, “Thank you, handsome…”
And with that, Enjin was at a loss.
He was going to ruin you again. And again.
Fuck the sheets.
Fuck the mattress.
You know what, fuck the whole bed too, surely it’ll be ruined for anyone else.
“You fuckin’ liked that, huh?” Enjin’s voice was all rough and velvety before he leaned in and captured you in a possessive kiss that was all spit and tongues.
His fingers slipped down to the flat of your cunt and strummed you close to another orgasm, flicking you fast enough that droplets of slick and cum and piss drizzled the rest of the sheets. Enjin didn’t give you time to catch your breath, nor did he seem to care when you began to convulse with unimaginable pleasure.
The mess pooled beneath your ass, and all you could do was writhe in bliss.
Till you were grasping his bicep and clawing at his back and gasping and shaking- your cunt a wrecked, slick, spasming mess. Staring blankly at the ceiling, lips trembling, voice gone. Body now feeling like mush.
Were you scared that you were going to become addicted to something as gross as this? Maybe.
“Such a good girl. Let’s clean you up, babe.”
But the way Enjin walked you to the bathroom like a knight escorting his princess, as horridly cliche as it sounded, it seemed to settle the uncertainty in your gut. And in your bladder.
And after that, Enjin never got distracted on another mission again.