Irresistible [STARMORA NSFW]

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| I'm going to throw in another warning, this is 18+, smut, nsfw content. And if you're okay with that, enjoy!|

Gamora and Peter had been dating for a few months now. They hadn't made it official, but had been doing stuff since the night they confessed the unspoken thing. The night they first kissed. It escalated from there. Not in the same night, Gamora was less eager than Peter on many things.

They have had sex before, more than once. But Peter always learned something new about her each time. He'd found out her neck was a weak spot, and she liked her hair to be pulled, and when she wanted to be dominant she wasn't messing around - he learnt that the hard way.

They of course shared a room now, and shared a king sized bed. Their bed was decently sized, but Peter would always be the big spoon and cuddle so close to Gamora - however she never minded. She wouldn't admit it, but she found many of the affectionate things he did to be incredibly adorable. Like when he'd shower her face in soft kisses, and hug her from behind and nudge his face into her neck for example. Gamora was affectionate on the occasion too, but not when others were around.

They could both get quite rougher too, the scratches down Peters back and the hickeys that would be dotted over Gamoras neck and chest would prove that. However, they healed fast.

In the present day, Peter and his guardians were at a meeting at the nova corps. However, Quill had a pretty intense tickle for something. He'd always misbehave. But he'd never go too far, if he was asked to stop, he would.

Gamora and Peter were sat beside each other on the large round desk. Day was presenting a flight plan. Peter never paid much attention. He had other things on his mind. Such as looking at Gamora in that incredibly sexy, black leather dress. Of course she always looked gorgeous to him, but some things were more inviting than others.

As Gamora and the others focused on Day at the nova corps, Peter slyly rested a hand on Gamoras thigh. Invisible to the others due to the desk covering their legs. Gamora didn't seem to mind so far, she was too busy concentrating on the plan, and saw it as a small sign of affection anyway. Little did she know what his intentions were.

Until she felt the hand make its way to the inside of her skirt, and fingers rubbing on her panties. She gripped the armrest hard, and didn't risk looking over at Peter in case it exposed them - or more like him.

She bit her bottom lip when she felt him rub harder. She wanted to tell him to stop, she wanted to slap him off her, she hated him for it. But she loved him for it, she wanted him to never stop, she wanted him to carry on, she wanted to get out of there.

An unfortunate thing for Gamora was that Peter always knew what to do. He knew what parts to rub hard on, he knew where her pleasure points were, he knew so much about her.

She tried so hard to concentrate on the plan, but her growing wetness was such a huge distraction. And when he felt his fingers push past the material and into her entrance she gasped and gripped onto his arm. His lower arm, under the desk. It was lucky he was wearing his jacket, otherwise her nails would've cut straight through his skin. Rocket looked over at them, but Peter was resting his head on his hand on the table looking uninterested in the plan. He looked innocent. Gamora attempted to copy that and cleared her throat, resting her elbows on the desk.

Then when he started to make movements she bit her lip again, a lot harder. Desperately trying to keep the moans quiet. Or non existent if possible. Why did he have to do it here?  He better not make her climax, then he'd definitely get a telling off when they returned to the ship.