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Enjin was an idiot.
He should have known something was off when you called him out of the blue, it wasn’t like you to suddenly need or want his attention, but when he heard your voice following the tweet of his choker, with a promise of a late night drink back in your dorm his feet started walking before his brain had even registered.
And now he was tied up, arms bound to the metal bars of your headboard by scrap material with an old tie covering his eyes, and he was enjoying every second of it.
It wouldn’t be the first time his dick had lead him into danger, and it ended with him running back to the car in the dead of the night, bare footed and shirtless, holding up his unbuttoned pants for dear life as an angered spouse chased him with a rusty pipe.
After that he swore off women, declared it over a game of poker, said that no matter how much he loved them they were too much trouble, which got him a few sniggers and “yeah right”’s but at the time he was deadly serious, until he saw you, strolling through the common area with your jinki in hand.
He didn’t want to admit it but his eyes landed on your ass first, plump and fit snug in your jeans, perfect moulds and the right size for his hands to grab, then his eyes trailed up to inspect the rest of you, as gorgeous as they come wrapped in a complete package that was labelled and delivered to him.
He’d tried to hit on you, and you rejected him, told him that you knew of his reputation and didn’t feel like becoming another nameless number for him to add to his collection, but the more you pulled away the more it turned Enjin on, until he finally got you, after you’d both had one too many whiskeys after a hard day and stumbled back to Enjin’s room rashly.
He pushed you against the door once he’d gotten it open, let his hands rummage under your shirt to squeeze your breasts and drink down the moans you breathed out, and in return you pulled him in closer by his belt and slipped your hand over the swell of him and massaged him to full mast.
Enjin wasn’t a slow lover, he liked sex rough and fast. He liked to shake the bed with the force of his thrusts, and wanted his lovers to have to hold their arms against the headboard to stop their heads from hitting it. He liked to see his lover's breasts bounce in time with his hips, loved the way the sweat poured down his face from his efforts to please and the squelch of the combination of liquids exchanged between both parties. It was raw and animalistic, and exactly what it loved the most.
And his first night with you was no different.
He fucked you until your voice became hoarse from screaming, begging him to fuck you harder with whines of his name. He’d never seen you like that before, you were always so cool and nonchalant, but seeing you so submissive with your legs spread on either side of his shoulders, drenching his cock with your creamy releases made him want you more than anything else in the world.
So when you called him while he was getting ready for bed after lights out, asking if he wanted to join you for a night cap his pants were back on before you’d even hung up. He wanted to be with you again, he hadn’t stopped thinking about you since the last time.
And in a way he got what he wanted, except it was not what he was expecting.
Enjin pulled at the bounds tied around his wrists, hearing the metal bars rattle above his head with his movements. They were tied pretty well, he momentarily wondered where you’d learned to tie a knot like this.
The quiet in the room was unsettling, it made him nervous. The blindfold made it so he had no idea what you were planning but a sick part of him was excited for what was to come. And if you were an enemy sent to kill him he deserved to die for being so pathetic.
“Relax.” You coo, brushing your fingers lightly over Enjin’s chest. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”
You walked your fingers over his pecs with teasing touches, travelling up until you cup his cheek and lean in close.
“I will if you ask nicely, though.”
The weight of you on the bed disappears and you leave Enjin wondering where you had gone. His body was practically humming with excitement, mind swirling with endless possibilities of what you had planned to do to him, and soon he feels the bed dip again, and your hand pressed against his bare chest.
“This might feel a little cold at first, don’t worry, it’ll warm soon.”
Thick cold liquid trickled onto Enjin’s chest, making him jolt in place, but like you said it soon warmed up with his body heat once you’d began massaging it into his skin.
You didn’t leave a spot untouched, your hands roamed over his torso, tracing the dents of his abs as you worked the liquid into his skin, kneading and toying with his body like it was play dough.
You hum as your hands slip up to Enjin’s chest, massaging the muscles under his pecs to his shoulders.
Your body weight drops on Enjin’s hips, sinking down onto his lap and on top of his cock for better access to his body, and once you’d gotten yourself comfortable you continued to touch him, watching the rise and fall of Enjin’s chest as you explored his tattooed body.
A content sigh escaped Enjin’s lips, enjoying the spa treatment you were giving him, even if it was a little slow for his liking. Your hands drifted lower, working the liquid into Enjin’s stomach and feeling the muscles underneath skin tense up.
“Do you like this?-“ You ask, smiling when you see Enjin’s lips part slightly. “It’s lavender oil, I bought it in the market earlier.”
“Must have cost you a fortune.” Enjin chuckled nervously. He was already so hard it hurt.
You hum in thought, hands lowering even more to under Enjin’s navel, just above the waistband of his briefs.
“It definitely wasn’t cheap, thanks for helping me use it.”
Your fingers skim underneath the elastic of his underwear, gently under the rim, toying with the material before your hands slip up again.
You hear a low noise from Enjin’s throat, one he tried to hide with a quick cough into the pillow , but you heard it, the first sounds of impatience bubbling up and forcing it way out of him.
“You okay?” You ask, feigning ignorance as you continue your massage across his body. You know Enjin didn’t have it in him to beg, he was too prideful for that, but you wanted him to, needed to hear him cry and plead for release as if he would die if he didn’t get it.
“Never better.” Comes Enjin’s reply with a smirk that fooled no one.
You move down Enjin’s body again, back to his underwear and see the shape of his cock protruding under the material. It twitched with every touch of your hand, nudging against his thick thigh in hope that you’d touch it next, but you’d only allow it to be freed for now, as you were not done yet.
Your fingers hook under the material and you lower your head to place a kiss under Enjin’s navel, smiling against the skin when the bars rattle with his jump, and pull the briefs over and off his legs; watching Enjin’s cock spring up and slap his stomach.
It was already wet, soiled from pre-come smearing across it. It made your mouth water, you wanted to poke your tongue out and taste the saltiness of his ooze, or wrap your pretty lips around the soft of the head and suckle. You wanted to know what Enjin would sound like if you took all of him down your throat, feeling the heaviness of his cock on your tongue and the fat of it choking you.
You already knew he was big, you’d felt him stretch you open and carve out your insides to match the shape of him. Your eyes prickled a little when he first pushed into you, but Enjin kissed your wet eyes and praised you, whispered with a ragged breath that you were such a good girl for taking his cock so well. But you couldn’t help but want to know what he tasted like directly.
You fight the urge and settle on rubbing his inner thighs, close to where he wanted to be touched and press into the skin there, both thumbs on either side of his balls, barely a touch away.
“God-“ Enjin mumbled with an exhalation. His breathing was already starting to pick up, taking deep breaths in and heavy exhales out as your hands wander over him.
You’d left his legs untied for a reason, partly because it would restrict you too much and because you wanted complete access to his body.
You tap Enjin’s thigh to get his attention and bend his legs at the knee to spread them wide.
You’d been in this position for him before, with Enjin’s face between your legs and his lips sucking on your clit with two fingers buried inside you. You had both your hands in his hair, tugging and pulling hard, not knowing if you wanted him away from you or if you wanted him closer. Enjin had hooked his arms under your thighs to drag your body forward, groaned into your pussy as your juices dripped onto his tongue and he savoured the tart flavour of you. You don’t know why you were so surprised that he was good at eating you out, no one talked a big game like him without having the medals to prove it, but he’d made you squirt and your hand kept him in place until you’d stopped shaking.
But now the roles were reversed, and your lips kiss along Enjin’s inner thigh slowly with your tongue tracing where your lips pressed.
Enjin’s wrists pulled at his bounds, gasping at the first touch of you. He wanted to sit up and see but he was forbidden to, instead trying to close his legs but failing.
“Fuck- You’re really teasing me, huh?” Enjin says with a strained laugh. His throat bobs as he swallows and he wets his drying lips.
You don’t answer him verbally but instead continue to kiss up and over his Adonis belt and over his hip bone, and feel the golden patch of pubic hair at the base of his cock tickle your chin.
“I thought we could take it slow tonight, I didn't get a chance to really see you last time.” You answer; resting your chin on his hip as you glanced up at him.
Enjin huffed. “If you untie me we can take it as slow as you want, I’ll fuck you so slow, you’d melt under me sweetheart.”
Promising words like that, as tempting as they sounded, wouldn’t work tonight. You patted the sheets next to you, looking for an item you brought to the bed with the oil, and found it crumpled in the sheets.
“You know…” You finger the item in your hand, a black massager with a long cone shaped handle and rubber head, as you continue to speak.
“I was in No Man’s Land earlier… I was on the job and found something special… an object brand new and completely sealed, it’s amazing what gets discarded from above.”
You circle the button labelled “ON/OFF” with your thumb, smiling down at the massager and roll off Enjin to sit back on your haunches, staring down at the man barely containing his lust.
“What did you find?” Enjin asks innocently, and the faint sound of buzzing reaches his ears once you turn on the item.
“I’ll just show you instead.”
At the first press of the massager on Enjin’s skin he jolted in shock, breathing shallow as the object traces over his stomach, narrowly avoiding his cock as you circle around it.
You bring it over one side of his hips, lower and lower as the massager vibrates against his inner thighs, rippling the skin even on the lowest settling.
A soft moan escaped Enjin’s throat, it sounded so sweet, so delicate, a sound unlike him and one that fuelled your sadistic tendencies even more.
Your tongue ran across your lips, stroking Enjin’s thigh with one hand as the other controlled the massager, walking it over hard abs to his now perk nipples standing to attention.
The silicone head vibrates over the nub, shaking it with its movements, making Enjin bite down on his bottom lip to stifle the moans that so desperately want to be sung from behind his teeth.
“Do you like this?” You ask again, but frown when Enjin only nods. “I want to hear you, use your words please.”
Enjin huffed out a breath, swallowing to try and lubricate his drying throat.
“Yeah… yes, it feels good.”
You graze the massager over to the other nipple, dragging it over the nub up and down, holding it directly on the bud and see the way Enjin’s hands ball into fists above his head.
His thighs shake and his feet slide up the bed to bend at the knee. He’s panting hard, head lowered as if he could see what you were doing to him.
You skim the item back over his stomach, watching it concave under the touch, and finally decide to take mercy on the weeping tip of Enjin’s cock by pressing teasing touches to the head.
Enjin’s reaction was immediate. His hips bucked up, moaning wantonly as the vibrations travelled straight through him. His head tilted back against the pillows, biting down on his lip once again to keep the noises at bay but failing.
“Fuck- Fuck!” He exclaimed, and pressed his face into the cushions.
More pre-come dripped from the slit of his cock, smearing across the massager and aiding the small circles you traced around the flushed tip.
You clicked on the button again, increasing the vibrating settings to the next level as you follow the blue veins highlighted on his shaft.
You drag the massager over the size of him, up and down until eventually you pause at the base of his cock, seeing his balls pull taut at your teasing.
“Please-“ You hear from above, and look up from your work and see Enjin’s arms shaking around the ties. “Please- just-“
You remove the pressure from his cock and see Enjin moan in relief, and climb up his body until you were face to face with him.
“Please what?” You ask. You loved that all of his cockiness had disappeared.
Enjin swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth. “Please can we just-“ he didn’t know how to ask for what he wanted, not used to being on the receiving end for once.
You thought it was humorous but still not enough. You lowered the massager to his cock again, this time pressing it firmly against his frenulum, causing Enjin to writhe with pleasure.
His toes curled into the sheets, convulsing from the onslaught of pleasure coursing through him. Enjin choked out a strangled moan, pulling the ties holding him back in an attempt to free himself but failing to do so.
Your lips ghosted his dry one and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, listening to the chorus of moans that dripped from Enjin’s lips.
You kissed up to his ear, licking the hanging lobe as your lips touched the shell.
“Does it feel good?” You whispered. The moan that answers your question goes straight though your core, making your lower stomach tighten in arousal.
You press on the controls again without looking, increasing the speed once more, admiring the curve of Enjin’s throat as he tipped his head back panting.
You could hear how fast the vibrations were from at the head of the bed, you wanted to look down to admire the mess pooling on his stomach but were having fun watching Enjin squirm underneath you.
“Talk to me.” You demand, rubbing the silicone head over the thin band of flesh. “Tell me how good you feel.”
Enjin’s fingers wrapped around the bars behind his head, squeezing and attempting to sit up but you pushed him back down with your index finger.
“Baby please.” Enjin pleaded. You brushed a damp stray hair away from his cheek and kept your hand on his face, rubbing your thumb over the blindfold.
“How does it feel?” You ask again, hearing the soft whine that escaped from your lover.
“It feels like I’m gonna come soon- please, let me.”
You kept the massager still against Enjin’s cock, pressing the silicone head more firmly into the flesh, and felt Enjin’s back bow off the bed slightly.
“Are you close?” You ask, you already knew he was but wanted to hear it from him anyway.
Enjin nodded rapidly. “So close baby, I’m so fucking close.”
As much as you wanted to see him blow his load from your new toy you didn’t want Enjin to finish just yet. The vibrations halted when you turned off the massager, and the frustrated groan Enjin gave you made you chuckle a little.
“Not yet.” You whisper, and give his warm cheek a kiss.
As embarrassing as it was, seeing Enjin like this turned you on more than you’d care to admit. At first you just wanted to tease him, make him “pay” for thinking he was such hot shit, but your underwear had become soaked while toying him, and the flame of need burned hotter than ever in your gut. The arousal had overpowered your logic and the only thing you could think of was having him inside you again.
You threw the massager to one side, watching Enjin try and get his breath back as you stripped yourself of your clothing and adjusted your position to hover above his lap with your thighs on each side of his hips.
You trailed two fingers down your body, over the valley of your breasts to your fatty mound, feeling yourself getting wetter knowing you were inches away from being stretched open again.
“Enjin.” You say, lowering your fingers to journey through the soft curls of pubic hair to your opening. You were already so wet no preparation was needed.
You breathe out a tiny moan when your middle finger breaches you, slipping in with so much ease you add a second one in no time. The squelch of your juices was undeniable, and the noise got Enjin’s attention.
You continued like that, slowly fingering yourself as you stared down at the attractive man below you, a man that’s cock had the ability to transform you into a needy whiny cockslut after only one night with him.
You hated it, you hated how much that one night ruined you. You couldn’t look at Enjin the same anymore because every time you ran into him in public all you could think about was taking him somewhere private so he could have his way with you again. And you knew that it would inflate his ego even more, and yet you were drunk on the thought of him.
The wet of you dripped down your inner thighs as you worked your fingers faster, it wasn’t nearly enough, you needed him. You leaned forward to press a hand to Enjin’s chest, lowering your body closer to his until you were face to face.
“Tell me you want me.” You mumbled. If there was one thing you knew it was that Enjin was good at bedroom talk, if by the way he talked you through your previous orgasm was anything to go by.
Enjin huffed out a shaky laugh. “I want you so bad, I haven’t stopped thinking about you since that day.”
You gasp when you curl your fingers inside you, rubbing the most sensitive part of you in circular motion.
“Tell me you wanna fuck me.” You continue and hear a faint “shit” whispered from Enjin, who could hear how wet you were for him.
“You already fucking know how much I wanna fuck you, in any way you’ll let me.”
You pull your fingers out from yourself, panting across Enjin’s face as you look down at his throat bob as he swallows. You were planning to ride his face, make him eat you out again with his expert tongue but you feared you were too desperate for any more playing.
You lowered your weight onto Enjin’s cock, still pressed flush against his stomach, and rocked your hips back and forth, spreading your slick along his thick shaft.
Enjin moans vibrate in your eardrums, needy and pathetic. You look down, see your labia part over him as you move back and forth, admiring how shiny Enjin’s cock looked under the lighting.
The bars rattled again as Enjin pulled them harder, trying to release himself but to no avail, as his breath hitches in his throat and his mouth hangs open wide.
You lean over Enjin’s body, brush more of his disheveled hair back and tug at the blindfold to loosen it until it came away from his face, and see Enjin’s usually golden eyes blown out into near black, full of so much yearning and want, it took your breath away and made you close the gap between the two of you and slot your lips together.
Enjin groaned at the first touch of your lips, slipping his tongue into your mouth like he was trying to devour you. Your hips hadn’t stopped moving, still rocking back and forth though your rhythm had become a little sloppy.
Your head was beginning to feel fuzzy, clouded by the heady intoxicating scent of musky and sex that filled the room. You could come from this alone you think, you wouldn’t blame yourself if you did.
You pull back to rest your head against Enjin’s forehead with hands gripping into the pillows on either side of Enjin’s head as you used him to get off, rubbing your clit on the length of him with the help of both of your juices. He could slip inside you so easily.
“Please-“ Enjin asks again, sounding so close to begging.
“Please what?” You question in return and see Enjin’s head tilt back against the pillows.
“Please- please fuck me.”
The desperation that laced his voice made you shiver, made you wetter as a fresh batch of slick dripped from your opening, and it made you decide that enough was enough and stopped your movements to raise you hips enough to press the glistening head of Enjin’s cock to your hole, moaning as it impaled you the lower you sank down.
Enjin’s muscles strained as he tried to control himself. His thighs quivered while his feet slipped up the bed and disturbed the sheets, panting loudly as his eyes rolled back feeling the tight wetness of you slowly surround him. He wasn’t going to last more than a minute and you’d be surprised if you did so yourself.
Your hips pressed flush against Enjin’s once you’d taken all of him inside you. You felt so full of him, so complete like he was a missing piece in your life, and took a minute to adjust to the sheer size.
You leaned back, hands perched on Enjin’s strong thighs, using them to help lift your body up slightly so you could sink back down.
That unbearable itch that Enjin had created, one that you alone couldn’t scratch yourself had begun to sooth. You bounced on his lap, cock slipping out wetly every time you moved your hips up and down, making a sick but delicious squelching noise between the two of you.
Your bodies kissed, connected by tendrils of slick, making it impossible to breathe with how full you felt.
You could hear Enjin’s moans becoming louder, more urgent and they joined the creak of the bed frame as it bumped into the stone wall it stood up against. Enjin liked it fast and hard so you were going to give that to him.
Your hips moved faster, abandoning any rhythm you had set to sink back down on his cock hard, your moans rising in pitch feeling his cock bully through your tight hole.
You were already so close, your walls tightened around Enjin as the heat in your stomach expanded, muscles clenching painfully due to every move you made pushing you closer to the edge.
“Enjin-“ You moan out his name like he’s not there, like you’re in the privacy of your own room using your fingers as a weak imitation of his cock, and your nails dug into the tense flesh of his thighs.
“That’s it baby, use me, that’s a good girl.” Enjin encourages you as he bucks his hips up to match your speed.
He mumbles “yes, yes, yes.” faintly as he watches you, watching his cock slip in and out of you, and it dawns on you how much you like being held while you were at your climax, how good it felt to have Enjin’s strong hands on your body as you convulse around him previously, and missed that warmth and stability.
Enjin’s eyes watch you as you lean over his body, breasts a mere itch away from his face, and pull at the material bounding him, and in no time at all did Enjin wrap his arms around you middle and begin fucking into you.
Your hands held onto the headboard, letting Enjin raise his hips to pistol into you again and again, his balls slap against your ass at the speed he bucked his hips.
His mouth closed around your nipple, groaning loudly as he sucked and licked the bud that was dangling in front of him, holding you close to his body and sending you over the edge.
The build of your orgasm was so raw that he knocked the breath out of you. It had arrived so violently you couldn’t control your voice, practically screaming into Enjin’s hair as he drove into you faster and into sensitivity.
But he didn’t stop, working you through your climax as he tried to chase his, letting your nipple drop from his lips to replace it with deep moans and curses.
“I’m coming- fuck! I’m coming!-“ Enjin warned, pressing his finger tips into your back hard.
You tilted Enjin’s face to kiss him, to look at his eyebrows furrow and the droplets sweat on his forehead, and mumbled against his lips “- Come inside me.”
You knew it was a bad idea, as medical supplies were scarce on The Ground, but you could bribe Alice later, right now you wanted to feel the hot burst of come that Enjin was going to pump into you.
Enjin bucked his hips up once more and stilled, holding you close as he emptied himself inside your heat, choking on a moan as ropes of semen pulsated out of him.
His whole body twitched against you, and you swore you heard a choked sob from the man under you.
You both stayed like that while trying to catch your breath, but as you felt Enjin’s painted hands slip from their hold on you you realised just how exhausted you were; falling on top of your lover's body.
“Holy shit.” Enjin whispered. You couldn’t agree more.
You were both sticky and caked in sweat, feeling uncomfortable but too lazy to get up yet. It didn’t help when Enjin threw his arms around you to trap you against him, and kissed the crown of your head.
“Who knew you were so damn kinky, you naughty minx.” He mumbled into your damp hair with a chuckle.
You rolled off his chest onto your back with Enjin’s arm still over your shoulder, and closed the space between the two of you to place a kiss on his warm and oiled chest.
“You never asked.” You responded with a smile.
The circles around Enjin’s wrists had begun to redden, and you rub your thumb over the lines of one hand, feeling a little guilty.
“Maybe I went too far.” You say, and hear Enjin snort.
“You didn’t go far enough in my opinion, maybe next time.”
You cock an eyebrow up at him smiling. “Next time?” You ask.
Enjin smirked back at you. He sat up, moving his arm from under your head to lean over and kiss you, but his lips didn’t stay long on yours as they travelled down your body, and his one hand slid under your thigh to push your left leg up while the other parted your labia with thick fingers to admire his seed trickling out of you.
Enjin kept his eyes on you as his mouth lowered to your opening. His tongue licked over your sensitive hole, gathering the combined releases on his tongue, making you writhe from over sensitivity. But Enjin continued licking you open, groaning against your folds due the taste of him on you, keeping you open to give him better access.
“Unless you’re ready to go again?” He mumbled into you with golden eyes staring into yours as he waits for an answer.
You weren’t planning on staying over as you had a mission in the morning but you didn’t think Enjin would let you escape anyway, and if you were late you could always blame it on him.
You pat the sheets, looking for the massager and grasp it at the first touch of the handle and hold it up. Enjin’s lips curl into a smile against your clit, soon continuing to toy with the bud with his skilful tongue.
You were glad that your habit of rummaging through trash had finally paid off, and intended to put this item to good use for as long as possible, but as for right now you still had some ideas on how to make use of it, and you were going to need Enjin’s help this time.