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“Now, where the hell’s that body of yours?” Enjin moseyed over towards you as he said it. The main body of the Trash Beast was hiding and you, Enjin, and Gris for the lives of you, couldn’t find it.
You were sent out on yet another mission that seemed dull in comparison but when you got there, the damn thing was a monster. Enjin couldn’t reach it with his Umbreaker and you were just a supporter on the sidelines with your husband. Tomme decided it wasn’t her style to join when you two paired up– seemingly always having something to do. Tamsy was nowhere to be found as well– Enjin was on his own this time and you felt like you couldn’t back him up like he needed you too. But then, the monster exploded and you wholeheartedly wondered what the fuck Enjin just did to implode that three-eyed beast.
Gris had ventured up towards you, watching the battle intently as his hand wandered towards the swell of your ass and he smacked it with oomph– and a smirk plastered on his face as he sauntered off towards Enjin. He wasn’t one to joke around on missions but he couldn’t take it with the way your Supporter’s uniform clung to your body.
“Whoaaa, and here I thought raspberry soft serve wasn’t your style. Damn Gris–” He whistled as he noticed what happened on the side as he worked his way through the mess of trash that surrounded him.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means y’all are so damn plain it makes me wonder if you even enjoy it.” Enjin grunted, an incredulous look on his face as he leaned on a piece of the junk that flew off the Trash Beast. He swung his Umbreaker around, his eyes gathering the swell of your chest in the tight uniform as well.
Sex, he meant sex. “Watch it–!” Gris yelled at Enjin who just found the main body unknowingly. “Idiot!”
“What–oh! Yay, we found it.” Enjin whirred out, demolishing it with the tip of his umbrella– practically slicing it completely by twisting the blades of Umbreaker to the side and the job finished without any more frustration.
“Enjin–”
“Just drop it, Gris.” You pointedly implied, a knowing smile finishing off the prior offhandedness.
“Yes, ma’am.”
The bed and breakfast sat in the center of the city and you still had a ways to go, the sun setting amongst the sky and you persuaded the boys that it was the best decision. It was as luxurious as you could get– beds that weren’t infested with roaches and mice didn’t swelter in the corners of the rooms.
You could get used to it– although HQ was where your heart lied with Gris.
When you married Gris, you didn’t think much of it; leaping into his arms with a heated kiss and a honeymoon filled with the most kinky shit. You were plain about it alright, on the surface you kept it quiet with stolen kisses around the corners where Gris’ fingers spread you apart with the cameras slated the opposite way as he held a palm to your mouth– Corvus walking down the hall.
“Now I can hear you– Gris, I suggest a room for you two before everyone comes prying.” He had musked, his voice drawn out in contentness and you laughed at Gris’ mortified grin as you two stumbled into a room; his fingers still inside you, coaxing an orgasm from you as he got you pinned to the door.
Or that time when you just couldn’t get enough of him; the stubble of his beard rubbing deliciously against your thighs as he ate you out with the door cracked open and you had to literally grip him up by the threads of his jacket to get him to answer Follo’s knock. The boy was red in the face but he’d never tell– mouth screwed shut from the respect the older man held.
Follo couldn’t look you in the eye for a few missions, his mind filled with the way you whimpered from Gris praising you through your multiple orgasm reign. His fingers and chin were slicked with your arousal by the time he was answering Follo’s request. “Yeah, that’s it– c’mon, I know you got another one ‘f me.”
“Oh, hell yeah– next door neighbors.” Enjin sighed as you all found your rooms, fumbling with the key that the hotel desk gave him. His tattooed fingers dropped them with a curse waiting on his lips and he bent down to pick them up, but not before you poked some fun at him.
“What, did you expect to be bunking with us?” You teased, “Yeah, bend over big boy. I’ll give you something to whine about.”
“Well if Gris didn’t drive so damn slow we would’ve been home by now– wait what?”
The door was slammed by Gris, the lock securing in place as soon as he touched it. The look he had on his face was priceless. “Mm, you think you're funny now baby?”
You just laughed. “Gon’ do something about it?”
The water fountain meant you had to go past your room and Enjin sure as shit knew that. What he didn’t know was why your door was cracked open like you had been raided by thieves. Within the dim light of the hallway, Enjin noticed it was held open by a shoe– looked like one of Gris’ boots to be exact and he frowned. Was he really that careless?
Enjin snuck down the hallway to try to remove it in case you two got murdered in the middle of the night when he stopped cold in his tracks. He swear he had to clear the wax in his ears because there was no fucking way you was moaning like that in the dead of night. Swiping a glance as he went to pick up the shoe regardless, his eyes adjusted to the scene before him.
You had been on your knees for Gris, in such a lacy lingerie piece that immediately perked Enjin’s attention– straight to his cock as he lowered himself onto the floor to get a better look. Your entire cunt was out on display for him with the panties you barely wore, hidden in the glimpse of light from the door and moans hummed from the delves of your cheeks as you sank further down onto Gris’ cock. Your tongue lolled out to lick up the underside of his cock and a quiet breath shuddered through him as Enjin watched.
It felt intoxicating to know that he was watching. So, why not give him a show?
“Yeah, baby– just like that. Open wide f’ me.” Gris groaned, spreading apart his legs further to sink into the plush of the bed and gained traction as he dug his heels into the carpet to thrust into your mouth earnestly. Spit dribbled down the sides of your mouth as you felt him take ahold of your hair, rough fingers gripping it tight into his palm.
You nodded eagerly as you slackened your jaw– letting Gris take full control and one of your hands went straight to your cunt for Enjin to see. Slim fingers gathered your arousal, sinking in and Enjin drew in a breath. Before you even had the chance to fully slide them in, a warm sensation filled your mouth and you swallowed quickly before being pulled up off your knees.
“Here, let me fuck you– that’s it. Good fucking girl…” Gris gritted out as he turned you around, his hands fitting your waist and spreading you open on his cock to stare at the empty doorframe where Enjin ultimately was sitting beside. He sucked a bruise into the crevice of your neck, nipping at it harshly before whispering, “Let him see how ruined you are.”
Of course you figured Gris knew and was seemingly tolerating it– he was a simple man with complex pleasures and the thought of fucking his wife in front of one of the most esteemed Cleaners, made him feel it in his veins.
Gris wanted Enjin to see how his hands clasped your waist and tweaked at your nipple with his thumb before ultimately cupping them from bouncing too much. He wanted Enjin eye’s on you, solely on you gripping for dear life as your eyes squeezed shut at the feeling of how deep Gris was; ramming your sweet spot with every thrust. He needed Enjin to see you fucking fall apart.
“Fuck– baby. Don’t you like this? Ah– right there?” Gris whined out in a mocking tone, tilting his chin up slightly to feel you bury your hands into his hair, one of your arms settling next to his neck as you brought them up. Gris rubbed his stubble against it before pressing an open-mouthed kiss to it, holding you tightly as he fucked up into you. ‘C’mon, let him see.”
A harsh hand smacked the swell of your hips, massaging it in his hand and you whimpered out pleas with a filthy smirk plastered on your lips. “Yes, Gris, right there– fuck, Enjin!”
Enjin already had fit the base of his cock in his hand, rubbing it to every moan and whimper that spilled from your lips; it felt foreign but he just couldn’t fucking stop. Desperate moans threatened to escape as he thrusted into his hand, thumbing his tip with precum smearing his marked forefingers. His name was nothing but a shout on your lips and he barely had time to register it before he came all over himself.
Gris was becoming brutal with his thrusts now, small short growls coming from his throat as you splintered around him– slicking him so wet that the schlick- noise was so prominent in the room it made your head spin. His cock was drenched in your arousal as you came, thick and sweet and you purred out Enjin’s name again during it.
“Enjin, baby– why don’t you come inside the room?”
Gris slipped out of you, letting you perch up on his thigh as you panted over the marks that he gave you– his lips sucking against one of your collarbones as you hooked your arm around his shoulder. You held your head high, open-mouth whines resting on your lips as Enjin joined you two without a second thought.
“Gris–” He started, unable to say more.
“Whatever the lady wants.”
Who knew you two were so dirty and so open? Toys showered the end of the bed, something Enjin couldn’t gather before from the door being cracked but it was easily noticed as he came close to them that they were all previously used. How long were you going at it with Gris?
“Such a naughty boy– heard your footsteps as soon as you walked out of your room.” You whimpered out amidst Gris’ marks, a low satisfying hum leaving him. “Really wanted to see if we were vanilla, huh?"
“I was getting some water, I swear–” Enjin choked out before you pushed him to his knees, sliding off of Gris’ lap. Gris moved aside on the bed, letting you lean back against him as you positioned yourself in front of Enjin, his eyes meeting your cunt with desire. “Fuck– Y/N, you’re dripping…”
“Go on, Enjin. She’s waiting.” Gris’ voice thrummed, his palms collecting your cheeks as he brought his lips towards you. Enjin hesitantly exhaled the breath he had been holding, one of his fingers sinking into you slowly and Gris swallowed the moan that sounded from you– too engrossed to care what Enjin was doing.
Sinking in knuckle deep, he added a second before curling them upwards inside you– earning a quiver from you and you felt Enjin’s nose nudge into your clit as he suddenly inhaled your scent, his tongue pointedly lapping inside.
“Holy shit…” Enjin murmured as your legs shook from his fingers, pulling another moan from you that Gris couldn’t let you keep quiet and a praise fell from your husband as you started to beg. You arched your back into him and for Enjin to clasp his hands around your thighs– tattooed fingers rubbing gently into the plush feeling of them.
“Doing so good, baby– think you could cum one more time for me?” Gris cooed.
“Nah, fuck that– let me smash her.” Enjin growled, narrowed golden eyes tilting towards Gris. “Only time I’ll ask.”
“Yes…Please Gris?” You whined out at Enjin’s sharp tongue as he still plunged his fingers deep inside you and nonstopping. You felt a quiet sigh against Gris’ chest before he ruled out his boundaries.
“Don’t kiss her, that’s my job.”
“Wasn’t gonna, but I’ll do you a solid– open your mouth for me, Y/N…” Enjin quipped as he stood to his feet, his cock already hard in his hand again. He moved you down further onto the bed as Gris remained at your side, broad tattooed arms coming into view as Enjin tossed off his shirt. He sank into you slowly, a low groan leaving him as he pushed inside all the way to the hilt.
“Yeah, you’re gonna be okay princess…” He soothed as you cried out when he immediately rammed himself into you. You had your mouth open for him, chin tilted up and you watched as Enjin drew his fingers into his mouth with a hum and then proceeded to shove them into your own. He pressed down on your tongue and you let out a gag before sucking them fully into your mouth.
“You ever spit in her mouth, Gris?” Enjin nonchalantly said before doing so, letting you take the brunt of his thrusts and swallowing down around his fingers. “Oo, good girl– you take me so well.”
“G-Gris…” You whimpered, looking over to him as Enjin pounded into you, rubbing deliciously against your cervix every single time.
“Enough, Enjin.” A harsh tone evaded Gris and Enjin stopped his praddling, focusing on making you cum around his cock instead. “Such a slut, huh? Whining for me while taking a Cleaner’s cock? So fucking dirty..”
Gris’ words had you trembling around Enjin as he snapped your lace against you, feeling you squeeze him so hard he saw stars. Enjin filled you so much it dripped out of your cunt against the bedsheets and he was keen to fuck it into you– wanted you to take every drop he gave you while Gris watched. “Oh, nope– keep it in there, baby..”
As Enjin pulled out, he locked eyes with Gris and gave a laugh. “My bad for calling y'all vanilla.”