olderbf!nanami who never rushes you, no matter how impatient you get. youâre standing in front of your closet, frustrated, pulling out dresses and tossing them onto the bed.
"i have nothing to wear," you groan. heâs sitting in the armchair by the window, his tie already loosened, watching you with that calm, steady gaze.
"we have forty-five minutes," he says, his voice low and even. "take your time."
you huff, turning to face him. "youâre always so patient. itâs annoying."
he smiles, small and fond. "iâve waited forty years to find you. i can wait forty-five minutes for you to pick a dress."
olderbf!nanami who always makes sure you eat before you leave the house. youâre running late, your heels clicking on the kitchen floor as you grab your purse.
"weâre going to be late," you say, already halfway to the door.
he steps in front of you, a plate in his handâtoast with avocado, a soft-boiled egg, sliced fruit arranged neatly. "eat first."
you stare at him. "nanami, we donât have timeâ"
"we have time," he interrupts gently, setting the plate on the counter. "youâre not leaving this house on an empty stomach. sit."
you sit. you always do. because when he looks at you like thatâlike taking care of you is the most important thing in the worldâyou canât say no.
olderbf!nanami who never raises his voice, even when youâre being difficult. youâre arguing about something stupidâwhere to go for dinner, maybe, or whether you should cancel plans to stay inâand your voice is getting louder, your hands gesturing wildly.
he just stands there, hands in his pockets, watching you. "youâre not even listening!" you snap.
"i am," he says quietly. "iâm listening to every word. and when youâre done, weâll talk about it calmly. like adults."
you deflate, your anger fizzling out. "youâre too kind to me," you mutter.
he steps forward, his hands finding your waist. "youâre worth the kindness."
olderbf!nanami who takes his time undressing you, like every layer is a gift heâs unwrapping. youâre in his bedroom, the lights dimmed, and youâre already reaching for his belt, impatient, wanting him now.
"slow down," he murmurs, catching your hands. "we have all night."
you pout. "i donât want to wait."
he leans down, his lips brushing your ear. "i know, baby. i know. but iâm going to make you wait. because the longer i take, the better itâll feel when i finally touch you." he undresses you slowly, his fingers working each button, each zipper, until youâre standing in front of him in nothing but your underwear. he steps back, his eyes raking over you. "beautiful," he says. "now lay down."
olderbf!nanami who eats you out like itâs a meditation, like he could spend hours between your thighs and never get bored. youâre on your back, your legs over his shoulders, and heâs taking his time, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes.
"n-nanamiâpleaseâ" you gasp, your hands fisting the sheets. he looks up at you, his mouth glistening.
"patience," he says, his voice calm even as he slides two fingers inside you. "iâm going to make you cum. but iâm going to do it my way." he curls his fingers, finding that spot that makes your vision blur, his tongue circling your clit with agonizing precision.
youâre moaning, your hips rolling, but he holds you down with one hand on your stomach. "stay still," he orders gently. "let me take care of you."
olderbf!nanami who fucks you slow and deep, his hips rolling in a rhythm that has you seeing stars. youâre on your stomach, your face pressed into the pillow, and heâs behind you, his chest pressed to your back, his cock buried so deep you can barely breathe.
"nanamiâh-harder!!â" you beg, trying to push back against him. he stills, his hand sliding up your spine to grip the back of your neck.
"no," he says, his voice firm but kind. "you take what i give you." he starts moving again, each thrust deliberate, each roll of his hips dragging against your walls in a way that makes you sob. "you feel that?" he murmurs against your ear. "thatâs me. all of me. and youâre going to take every inch, just like this. until you canât think about anything but how full you are."
olderbf!nanami who makes you ask for what you want, his voice low and commanding. youâre straddling him, his cock inside you, but heâs not moving.
heâs just watching you, his hands on your hips, his thumbs stroking your skin.
"p-please, i.... i can'tâ" you whimper, trying to roll your hips. he holds you still.
"use your words," he says. "tell me what you want."
"i-i want you to move," you gasp. "i want you to fuck me."
he smiles, small and satisfied. "good girl. now ask nicely."
you bite your lip, your face burning.
"please fuck me, nanami. please."
he rewards you with a slow thrust upward, his cock hitting that spot inside you that makes you moan. "thatâs it," he praises. "that's my girl."
olderbf!nanami who holds you after, his arms wrapped around you like heâs afraid youâll slip away. youâre lying on his chest, your body still trembling, your mind fuzzy with pleasure.
heâs stroking your hair, his lips pressed to the top of your head. "you did so well," he murmurs. "so beautiful. so perfect." you nuzzle closer, your eyes already drifting shut.
"youâre too good to me," you whisper. he kisses your forehead.
"no such thing. you deserve everything. and iâm going to give it to you for as long as youâll let me."
olderbf!nanami who wakes you up in the morning with his mouth between your legs, because heâs not done taking care of you yet. youâre half-asleep, your body warm and heavy, when you feel his hands on your thighs, spreading you open.
"nanamiâ" you start, but then his tongue is on you, and youâre gasping, your hands flying to his hair. he looks up at you, his eyes dark.
"good morning," he says, his voice rough with sleep. "lay back. let me love you." and you do. because when nanami wants to be patient, you let him. every single time.
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đ„- smut
exit one - jujutsu kaisen
nanami kento
⥠A For Effort - single father!nanami x teacher!reader đ
(part II) đ„
⥠To B Honest - bestfriend!nanami x readerđ
choso kamo
⥠For a Good Time, Call... - lucky caller!choso x phone sex operator! reader
(part II)đ„
hiromi higuruma
⥠the summoning - (lawyer higuruma x cursed spirit!reader)đ„
satoru gojo
⥠Poolside - Yandere Nerdjođ„
⥠Do What I Say - Fratjo & Fratgeto x readerđ„
toji fushiguro
⥠coconut - nerd!toji x readerđ
⥠one shot - boxer!toji (pt. II)đ
⥠private show - prisoner!toji x readerđ„
general
⥠The Comeback - boyband!jjk x girlgroup!readerđ„
exit two - gachiakuta
enjin
⥠sweet sucker - tattoo artist! reader x enjinđ„
⥠down south - bounty hunter!enjin x readerđ
⥠wanna hit? - plug!enjin x readerđ
⥠adrenaline - f1!enjin x press!readerđ
⥠butterflies - dollfestival arc enjin x cleaner!readerđ
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his prices? bordering on exorbitant, but everyone was paying for discretion and quality. just two out of many things the tall blond excels at. enjin isn't like a stereotypical plug: some dude with shaggy hair who looks like he smells weird or some dick who shorts you on a gram. enjin is known for attending all the parties while maintaining a decent GPA. he helps freshmen find their classes after forcing them to listen to one of his bad jokes.
simply saying everyone loves him is a gross understatement. not only is everyone on campus scrambling every weekend to get his best stock, they crave his attention. men want him around for a good laugh exacerbated by the smoke hitting their lungs and circling the room. women want him around for a good flirt and maybe even a wink with a flash of his pearly whites.
every friday night at 12 am? he's got a like 10 other people hitting his line but he responds to you first.
you: need some gas tonight before the frat party pretty pls <3
enjin: i was waiting for you to text
you: soooo ur on the way?
enjin: knock knock princess
just one joint has your head floating in the strange clouds. muscles relaxing with ease, all the stress from the week seeping from your skin that's warming at a quick rate. the roughness of his jeans tickling your bare thighs sticking out from under your mini skirt. he rants about something⊠you really can't pin down the topic with how his normally low voice raises a pitch in excitement. enjin speaks at a mile a minute and your brain is running on vibes and fumes.
"âAnd then I told him, 'no way a T-Rex would win against a Sabre Tooth Tiger.' "
"Wow," Is all you can rasp out. mouth dry as hell.
"You're such a good listener." enjin's hazel eyes roll as he leans over the table and starts rolling another one. that perks you up.
"Don't you have customers to take care of?"
"I'm with my number one customer now." There's that wink. normally it doesn't do much, having been friends with enjin since you two first met at a friend's party. maybe it's the way his sleeves are rolled up. you stare at the swirling black clouds inked on his skin, similar to the ones you were exhaling out just a minute ago.
"But you're right. Business calls." Enjin stands, his jeans a bit low on his waist. there's more red and black swirls that keep your dry eyes fixated on him. he stops when you don't respond.
"Yo, you always get like this." A large hand brushes a stray braid swaying in front of your face. you follow his fingers, head tilting as you rest your hand in his cool palm. "You want me to get you some water?"
"Why don't you stay for a few minutes more?" You can't help but rub your thighs together at the insinuation of your words. a rasp in your voice deepening not just from the harsh plants you ingested.
enjin knows this song and dance. your glossy eyes gave it away every time. if it wasn't that, it was you never giving him personal space. or always asking him to come over at few very specific times when your roommate wouldn't be home. you were needy. but deep down he loves it. you tell him what you want, and you know he won't resist you. not when you always look so sweet.
"I might need more than a few minutes with you."
one thing about enjin, he knows what he wants. the best weed. some good music. and two thighs wrapped around him.
đđ·đłđČđ· â your completely (un)serious boyfriend
every single time you bend down in front of him he smacks your ass like itâs a reflex. like a doctor hitting your knee with that little hammer. he genuinely doesnât even realize heâs doing it anymore.
when you take off your shirt he hollers, âBOOBIES!â loud enough for half of the cleaner hq to hear. rudo once dropped a wrench because of it.
he got a pic of you in his pocket where you sleep with your mouth wide open, double chin included. he proudly shows it EVERYONE.
calls you baby in increasingly stupid variations. sugarbaby. babycakes. babygirl. babybel cheese. babesaurus rex.
absolutely the type to fake dramatic injuries for attention. âaughhh⊠my heartâŠâ â âwhat happened?â â âyou looked too pretty.â
if you ignore him for more than ten minutes he starts escalating. first itâs whining. then poking. then laying on top of you like a weighted blanket. âhello? hello? customer service? my girlfriend stopped loving me.â
he cannot flirt normally. ever. he points at you and goes, âthat oneâs mine btw,â like he found a cool rock.
one time he tried to kiss you smoothly and accidentally headbutted you hard enough to make both of you see stars.
obsessed with making you laugh. if you laugh so hard you snort, he acts like he just won the lottery.
if youâre cooking he WILL appear behind you and steal food straight from the pan while acting offended when you hit his hand away. âwow. abuse. in my own home.â
absolutely the kind of boyfriend who starts fake beef with inanimate objects for hurting you.âthis table got one more time to hit my girl before i square up.â
loves putting his cold hands on your skin just to hear you shriek.
kisses you mid-sentence. not romantically either. fully to shut you up because he thinks itâs funny.
every time you wear something slightly revealing he malfunctions, in a âwalking into walls because heâs staringâ way.
would 100% yell âTHATâS MY WIFE!â over the smallest accomplishments. you parallel parked successfully? THATâS MY WIFE!!!!
he treats your bra like a deadly ancient artifact whenever you ask him to unclasp it. âokay wait. hold on. i almost got it. whyâs this built like a fucking escape room?â
once tried to carry you bridal style to be romantic. immediately dropped you both onto the couch because he tripped over absolutely nothing. another time he knocked you out on the doorframe.
if youâre shorter than him he rests his chin on your head constantly. if youâre taller than him he still tries. the posture is horrendous.
shamelessly fishes for compliments. âbabe do i look sexy today?â â âyouâre wearing one sock and my shirt?â â âanswer the question.â
he sees you naked and suddenly turns into the loudest man alive. âWOOOOOOO!!!!â then rips his shirt off like in the werewolf meme.
genuinely thinks couple arguments can be solved with snacks and cuddles. âokay but what if we held hands and got noodles instead?â
enjin won't let his favorite cleaner escape his sight that easily
a/n: no spoilers, but takes place in the doll festival arc. pure fluff.
The October air whistled through the throngs of fully costumed people swarming the cobblestone streets.
"Yo, the party's this way! Keep up, would ya?" Enjin puts his palm on your back, making sure you keep up with him.
The lack of chokers provided little relief from your leader's irritating voice.
"I seem to be the only one that remembers our missionâ"
You're cut off by your own screech as a masked man flails his pale arms in your face. Had Enjin not held you by your right wrist, you would have cracked the man's face in half.
"IT'S THE DOLL FEST-I-VAAALLLLLL!" August gets so close you can make out his excited eyes behind his sunglasses. "I DIDN'T MAKE ALL THESE FITS SO YOU COULD JUST WORK IN 'EM! GET YOUR GROOVE ON!"
You open your mouth to argue when you promptly shut it just as fast. Having a simple conversation with the Cleaners' wardrobe designer is about as easy as it is to get Enjin to not piss you off.
Your shoulders slump in defeat. There's no chance anyone will stop shopping or gawking at the displays of magic around them. Enjin's stupid grin widens, small dimples indenting the smooth skin of his cheeks.
"You heard the man," Enjin drags you to the next stall. "Let's get our groove on."
Rudo, Riyo, and Zanka follow behind like baby ducks trying to not lose their parents.
After hours of partying and spending a 1,450 Galla (not that you were counting every bill flying out of Enjin's wallet) you're slumped against a brick building on the outskirts of the festival. You all agreed to stay together since you took your chokers off, making communication difficult, but you couldn't help but vanish in the crowd. You're tired of the team not listening to simple commands. No wonder Semiu hasn't cracked a smile in days.
The click of a camera shutter makes you whip your head over your shoulder.
"Now that's hot. Lemme take one moreâ" Click.
Enjin holds the second polaroid between his index and thumb. He shakes it wildly, stopping every few seconds to see if they've developed.
"If that clerk ripped me off I'll kill himâŠ"
You step closer and take the first polaroid from his fingers. "Shaking it doesn't do anything. Just be patient."
"Look who's talkin'," Enjin looks up from the dark picture. "You haven't stopped yelling at us since we got out the Jeep."
"I don't have time to mess aroundâ"
"But you do. What's the rush for? We always get the job done."
"Not without a few casualties."
Enjin's shoulders slump more, the warm lights from the street post illuminate from behind him. You wish you could take the words back when his low eyes meet yours. There was no smirk or deep huff of laughter. Just his shoulders rising slowly under his trench coat.
Loss. Grief. Pain. Enjin hasn't forgotten a single memory of hurt he's endured.
"I'm sorryâŠ" You stare at the broken concrete under your boots. Another pair step closer, toe to toe now.
"You're too pretty to be frownin' like that." A cold finger lifts your chin. The tip of his nose is brushes yours as he tilts his head. His honey eyes linger on your lips. You let your eyes close and he accepts that as an invitation.
A warmth you hadn't felt all night blooms from your connected lips and spreads from your chest to the depths of your stomach. His tongue presses against your lips. You part them without hesitation, tongues sliding against each other before connecting your wet lips again. Enjin is the first to pull away.
"Looks like it's done." He walks past you to the nearest lamp post and hooks his arm with yours, gripping the camera tight. He holds the polaroid up to the light with his other hand. You stop beside him, holding up the second picture.
"I don't likeâ"
Enjin cuts you off before you can insult yourself. "I love it. August needs a raise for putting you those tights."
"You guys are getting paid?"
"How about another one for the road?" Enjin backs away to take another picture.
You snatch the camera before he presses the delicate button. He leans against the wall, crossing his arms and looking to the side to make the picture seem candid.
That just isn't fair.
You close one eye and press your cheek to the cold metal camera to look through the lens.
"You know, Enjin, you're pretty shit at kissing."
"What the hell are youâ" Click.
Enjin lunges forward. He's too slow as you take the polaroid from the camera and step backwards. You step back a little too fast and your shoe catches on loose gravel. Enjin wastes no time wrapping an arm around you and grabbing the camera before it tumbles to the ground.
"I saved your life," Enjin holds you closer to his chest as if you can't catch your footing. "You wanna take back that lie?"
"You could do with some more practice." You slip your arms around his waist, relishing in the warmth of having him so close. Your palms get slick with sweat but you grip his picture so the wind wont take it away.
its super easy to overthink writing but u gotta just go for it! there will always be someone who enjoys it and its the best feeling to put something you made out there đ
prisoner!toji knew you'd visit him one day. it doesn't take much convincing for you to remember why you couldn't resist a bad man like him in the first place.
a/n: explicit content. not proofread bc i'm sleepy
While stopped at the red light, you take in the view:
Wafts of fog circle the aging brick building encased by barbed wire. I pull into a parking spot thatâs a little too far from the visiting gates. The breeze from the nearby ocean makes you zip up your jacket while you sit and consider your options. You hadn't seen him in a year, not counting his mug shot that ripped through social media. Thousands of comments lauded his dangerously sexy looks. It was enough for everyone to forget the violent charges that got him here in the first place.
You never forgot. You can't. Not when you're the reason why he's here in the first place.
You go through the rows of security measures one by one. Beady eyes and rough hands taking in your body before you can enter the visiting room. You're finally escorted down the hostile white halls and heavy metal doors that buzz loudly with every clack of a button. Your steps slow when you see the sign with fading black lettering: VISITATION. The regret of coming fills your stomach with bile before reaching your feel, slowing your steps.
The guards don't notice, or do and don't care. They open the door at the end of the hall.
"Take a seat. He'll be here shortly." The burly guard's voice bellows down to you. The grimace on his face has you picking up the pace before he can say it twice. You cross the threshold, feeling the finality of your decision. The metal chair creaks with every bounce of your knee. Did he hold a grudge? Would he try to break through the glass and strangle you? Was it too late to back out? You stand and turn to the door in defeat.
Just as you're about to run back to the entrance, a buzzer rings and the door on the other side of glass opens.
Toji was always beefy, but his body had doubled in size since you last saw him. His figure is gigantic in comparison to the thin cop next to him, making Toji look an otherworldly titan. The short sleeves of his orange jumpsuit strained against his solid biceps. The cop unlocks his handcuffs and says something brief before leaving the room. Seeing the heavy door clank shut makes a cold drop of sweat trickle down your neck.
Are we supposed to be left alone?
He stands in front of you--rather, in front of the 5 inch thick glass separating you both. His steely blue eyes widen from either confusion or anger. You can't tell as you're focused on trying to comprehend that the large man in front of you is the same man you used to love all those years ago.
With a wave of his scarred palm he gestures for you to sit. Your eyes never break contact as if it were an old western showdown. Large shoulders drop in a sigh as he taps the glass with the receiver of his phone. You shake yourself out of your daze of disbelief and pick up phone on your side.
âHaven't seen such a sweet little thing in a long time.â
âI betâŠ" you squint at his chest. "Prisoner 0831911"
He tsks and gives a half smile. He never fully laughed at jokes you made, just pushed out a quick huff.
"You're looking good. You that happy to see me?" Toji's eyes wandering over your torso make you squirm in your seat.
"Quite the opposite. I'm just curious."
"Came to clear your conscious?" Pearly whites with sharp canines flash between his scarred lips. He wasn't book smart by any means, but his intuition, his street smarts are always right.
"I didn't have a choice, Toji," Just saying his name felt foreign. "You beat my boyfriend bloody."
"Boyfriend," He spits the name like the taste of it disgusts him. "You really are an angel, still loving a man whose face must look like gum on the street."
You stare at the steel counter below your elbows and recount the memory. You moved on fast after leaving Toji, but you didn't expect him to show up in the middle of the night to "collect some stuff." Call it jealousy, call it crazy, but Toji couldn't bare seeing you naked with some dick who he knew couldn't take care of you. When he stared blankly at the both of you scrambling to cover yourselves up, he wondered how he could prove his point. No one could take care of you like he could. In a split second he decided:
He'd just show you who was more capable in protecting you.
"Come on, stay with me, girl," Toji raps his knuckles on the glass. "You know I hate to see a pretty thing like you be upset. Especially over a sad excuse for a man."
"We aren't even together anymore!" The screech in your voice echoes off the concrete walls. Toji pulls the phone from his ear briefly. "He broke up with me. Why would anyone want me after they found out what you did."
Toji's scarred lips part in satisfaction at your confession. He has another year to go in this hell hole, and he's dead set on making you his forever. No sappy shit like a candlelight dinner and a ring, just a good fuck and breakfast in the morning. Going with you to whatever new cafe or movie you want to see then fucking again in the bathroom. Just like the good old days before he messed up. It wasn't anything major. The money he worked for paid for everything you wanted. Who cares about the legality of his job when you were taken care of?
"This isn't funny. I'm damaged goods."
"Don't ever say that." He leans forward, breath clouding the glass. "You know better than to let any scrub near you. They can't handle a woman like you."
"And you can?" You scoff at his abundance of audacity.
"You know better than to ask stupid questions like that, baby girl." Toji's voice lowers. His deep tone like velvet in your ears. "No way in hell you forgot how well I take care of you."
Your shifting does little to hide how your body still responds to his voice. If he could touch you, you know you'd fold, literally, for him.
"Why don't you touch yourself for me, pretty girl?"
"Toji!" You glance around the tiny room as if you two aren't still alone. "We can't do that here."
"Tch, you think everyone gets a visit this long? Without one of these damn guards listening to us?"
You glance at the cameras in the corners facing the middle of the room. The red lights that signal they're working are pitch black. There's no guards to be found behind the doors behind you or Toji. Just like when you were dating, you knew better than to question how he got his way.
"I know you must be soaking for me," Toji's rough voice snaps your attention back to him. "Give me a little show, why don't ya?"
He pushes his chair back enough so you can fully take in the sight before you. He's leaning back in his chair like he owns the place. Round pecs heaving under his now unzipped uniform, revealing a tight white tee underneath. Prominent veins tumbling under his thick forearms as he massages himself. His bulge obviously straining against his briefs.
You follow suit, moving your free hand down your body. Your fingertips tickle your skin from your collarbones to the tops of your breast before grabbing a palmful. Toji's groans of approval motivate you to keep going. You mimic Toji, leaning back as far as the phone's cord will allow and lifting your shirt above your breasts.
"You can't keep teasing me, doll. Show me what I've been missing."
You oblige, knowing that you two are already risking a lot. You fiddle with your jeans before successfully unbuttoning them and slinking your shaky hand over your panties.
"Tell me how it feels," Toji tucks his plump bottom lip between his teeth.
"So warm," You slide your hand into your damp panties, fingers nimbly brushing against your slick folds. "So, so wet, Toji."
"Fuck, yes," Toji takes himself out of his boxers, thick and heavy just like the rest of him. He spits in his palm and wraps his large hand around himself. "Rub that clit for me."
"So good," You part your legs more and rub circles around your bud, growing sensitive with each rushed rub of your hand. "T-Toji, fuck I miss your mouth."
"I want to be between those thighs so bad," Toji's gruff voice shudders as he quickens his pace. "Lick you clean then fuck you deep like you like it."
"God, yes!" Moans echo off the walls as you get closer to your release, rubbing quick circles while remembering how Toji could pound his fat cock in you for hours without getting tired. "I'mâI'm almostâ"
"Let it out, say my name, doll." Toji's voice a harsh whisper, his eyes never leaving your body shaking with pleasure.
"Shit, Toji!" Your head falls back as warm juices trickle past your wet fingers, squelching as you keep pushing yourself to overstimulation. Deep grunts from the other line signal Toji isn't that far behind.
You slowly blink your eyes open, your brain catches up with your vision and you remember where you are.
"What the hell did I just do?" You whip your hand out of the sticky mess between your legs and pull your shirt down. You put the phone back to your ear.
"Don't act like you didn't enjoy that." Toji collected himself quicker than you did. Breathing already back to normal and his posture a little more straight. "I swear we fucked in public more than in our own bed."
"IâumâI should go." You slam the phone down on the receiver and stand.
"Wait." Toji says, knowing you can't hear him anymore.
Still standing, you look down at him behind the glass, his low eyes almost pleading. You pick up the phone.
"Tell me you'll wait for me. And don't lie. You know better."
"I suggest you try to get out early on good behavior." You comb your fingers through your hair, smoothing any flyaways. "It'll be hard to wait another year. Especially after⊠Whatever this was."
Toji finally grants you the blessing of a gruff chuckle instead of a half-assed sigh.
"Got it, princess."
You slam the phone shut and saunter to the door, knowing he's looking. Toji follows suit and walks to the door, rapping his knuckles three times. The once-dead cameras beep alive again. Heavy boots saunter robotically to both doors. Toji's handcuffed again and you're led out to the hallways of the prison. He winks before disappearing behind the metal door with a thud.
a/n: yay for getting past writer's block with filth!
F1 Racer!Enjin x Press!Reader
a/n: i did some research but don't look for complete racing accuracy lol. not proofread bc sleepy.
"Of all the wild moments we've seen, this final lap takes the top spot!"
Barely muffled shouts erupted from the stands. The air was electric throughout the entire circuit. You ripped your eyes from the small screen of your phone to one of many larger screens above you.
A spark of neon yellow darts across the screen so fast that the camera is cutting to another angle before you can blink. You glance at the given notes to see which driver is causing the pavement to spark with every ear-splitting drift. It isn't hard to find among the list of more standard carsâand standard names.
#8 - "Enjin." McLaren-Honda MP4/4
EnjinâŠLike a car engine? Are you kidding me?
"His nickname is a little on the nose but he drives like a bat out of hell." Your partner/camera woman to your left can't tear her eyes from the screens as she continues.
"He's one of the youngest out there, but his skills are no joke." You almost see hearts form in her eyes as they're entranced by his car darting around the dangerous track's curves. "His partner's cute, too."
You look back at your notes.
"TEAM: Akuta Racing. Enjin. Gris Rubion."
"Engine and Grease," You slap your notes closed. "No way they're stoppable with names like that."
"Lap's almost over!" Your partner is the first to jump out of her seat and race for the door. They scramble down the stairs run for the pitlane to be the first to interview the winnerâ
"It's a clean sweep for Enjin, making this his first championship win!"
The table rumbles from the impatient vibrations coming from your phone. You already know it's your team telling you to hurry for a fresh-off-the-raceway interview with the Japanese Grand Prix Winner. You get a closer look at the racer as a crowd storms the racetrack. The muffled sound of fireworks hiss and burst outside of the office.
Enjin climbs out of his car and pumps his fists in the air victoriously. His entire crew almost as flashy as his car with vibrantly dyed hair and sleek black and white jumpsuits with a reflective logo. He coaxes more screams from the crowd as he points to fans with banners and blows kisses. Even with his face covered by the helmet, his electric aura is infectious.
You push through the heavy crowd of reporters in the pitlane to reach your team. The camera woman waving two hands in the air to alert you of their spot in the front row.
You slip your phone out of your pocket with sweaty hands. The humid weather surely must be to blame, and not the fact that you're about to interview one of racing's most talked-about rookies. You plant your feet to secure your spot next to your crew. Team Akuta gives quick waves and hugs to friends and various high-profile names in the press area. Enjin gets closer and closer untilâ
"So this is who the winners get to talk to," His voice is muffled from the helmet until he takes it off. "Or I must have crashed on that track and gone to heaven."
The crowd erupts in laughter, some jostling your shoulders in unwelcome touches. You're too stunned by his appearance as he tucks his helmet under an arm.
The television couldn't prepare you for how handsome he is in real life. Beads of sweat trickle from his temple. He slips his thick gloves in his pocket, revealing red and black lines tatted on his fingers. Damp blonde locks unstick themselves from his forehead as he shakes volume into his matted hair. His hazel eyes pierce yours with an unwavering intensity you can't look away from. You're of an average height for a woman, but you still have to look up at him to meet his gaze. His grin widens before he lets out a brisk laugh.
"This is the part where you congratulate me for my win and ask me whatever questions you wrote on your notes app ten minutes ago," Enjin leans closer so you can hear him over the undying commotion.
Your partner nudges you with a palm before gripping the camera properly on her shoulder.
Could you be less of an amateur?
You turn on autopilot as the red light beeps.
"You've won your first qualifying race by pulling off some risky passes," You hold the microphone with a steady hand. "What was going through your mind in those moments?"
"There was nothin' on my mind but my team's respect," Enjin glances at his team who are popping champagne bottles and spraying each other. "They worked hard. I ain't one to let down those who helped get me here."
"Team Akuta have been called the Underdogs of Racing this year, but your passion has shown you're a force to be reckoned with. What are your goals for the future now that you have a win under your belt?"
Enjin looks at you, making you straighten your posture to feign confidence. Did your hair frizz up at the humidity and now you look insane? Was there something on your teeth? You knew you shouldn't have eaten those free sandwiches. He leans even closer. You think it's an intimidation tactic, but you didn't realize that your weakening arm was lowering the microphone.
"There's a lot that comes to mind, but I'd like to start with getting to know the pretty girl I'm talking to right now. Maybe over a drink or two?"
You break the fourth-wall and look back at your partner with wide eyes and a mouth to match. She gestures for you to keep going.
Before you can improvise the next question, Team Akuta brings the champagne showers your way. Enjin's large frame covers yours from the expensive drops of liquid splattering their uniforms and the pavement. You see his team up close for the first time and notice how baby-faced they are. Can they even legally drink?
"We don't have to pay for this, do we?" The shortest member stops and stares deadpan at Enjin. Enjin ruffles his hair before taking a pen and paper out of his front pocket.
"Who cares? Dinner's on Enjin tonight!" A red-haired girl in an unzipped uniform drags him off the track behind the rest of the rowdy team.
Enjin turns back to you. He brings the back of his hand to his mouth and licks a stripe of the alcohol that drips from his flushed skin.
"Tastes so sweetâŠ"
The beep of the camera makes you rip your perverted gaze away from Enjin licking his lips.
"I think we've got it." Your camera woman drops the heavy camera from her shoulders in relief. "Catch you at the hotel. Maybe."
You can't get a word out before your team treks through the crowd. Enjin taps a finger on your arm.
"Team's callin'. Talk to you soon," He winks and jogs after his team. Cameras flashing with every step he takes.
You try to shake off the nerves that buzz under your skin. Something tickles your palm. You open the damp, folded paper. You carefully open it to not smudge the hastily-written note.
enjin won't let his favorite cleaner escape his sight that easily
a/n: no spoilers, but takes place in the doll festival arc. pure fluff.
The October air whistled through the throngs of fully costumed people swarming the cobblestone streets.
"Yo, the party's this way! Keep up, would ya?" Enjin puts his palm on your back, making sure you keep up with him.
The lack of chokers provided little relief from your leader's irritating voice.
"I seem to be the only one that remembers our missionâ"
You're cut off by your own screech as a masked man flails his pale arms in your face. Had Enjin not held you by your right wrist, you would have cracked the man's face in half.
"IT'S THE DOLL FEST-I-VAAALLLLLL!" August gets so close you can make out his excited eyes behind his sunglasses. "I DIDN'T MAKE ALL THESE FITS SO YOU COULD JUST WORK IN 'EM! GET YOUR GROOVE ON!"
You open your mouth to argue when you promptly shut it just as fast. Having a simple conversation with the Cleaners' wardrobe designer is about as easy as it is to get Enjin to not piss you off.
Your shoulders slump in defeat. There's no chance anyone will stop shopping or gawking at the displays of magic around them. Enjin's stupid grin widens, small dimples indenting the smooth skin of his cheeks.
"You heard the man," Enjin drags you to the next stall. "Let's get our groove on."
Rudo, Riyo, and Zanka follow behind like baby ducks trying to not lose their parents.
After hours of partying and spending a 1,450 Galla (not that you were counting every bill flying out of Enjin's wallet) you're slumped against a brick building on the outskirts of the festival. You all agreed to stay together since you took your chokers off, making communication difficult, but you couldn't help but vanish in the crowd. You're tired of the team not listening to simple commands. No wonder Semiu hasn't cracked a smile in days.
The click of a camera shutter makes you whip your head over your shoulder.
"Now that's hot. Lemme take one moreâ" Click.
Enjin holds the second polaroid between his index and thumb. He shakes it wildly, stopping every few seconds to see if they've developed.
"If that clerk ripped me off I'll kill himâŠ"
You step closer and take the first polaroid from his fingers. "Shaking it doesn't do anything. Just be patient."
"Look who's talkin'," Enjin looks up from the dark picture. "You haven't stopped yelling at us since we got out the Jeep."
"I don't have time to mess aroundâ"
"But you do. What's the rush for? We always get the job done."
"Not without a few casualties."
Enjin's shoulders slump more, the warm lights from the street post illuminate from behind him. You wish you could take the words back when his low eyes meet yours. There was no smirk or deep huff of laughter. Just his shoulders rising slowly under his trench coat.
Loss. Grief. Pain. Enjin hasn't forgotten a single memory of hurt he's endured.
"I'm sorryâŠ" You stare at the broken concrete under your boots. Another pair step closer, toe to toe now.
"You're too pretty to be frownin' like that." A cold finger lifts your chin. The tip of his nose is brushes yours as he tilts his head. His honey eyes linger on your lips. You let your eyes close and he accepts that as an invitation.
A warmth you hadn't felt all night blooms from your connected lips and spreads from your chest to the depths of your stomach. His tongue presses against your lips. You part them without hesitation, tongues sliding against each other before connecting your wet lips again. Enjin is the first to pull away.
"Looks like it's done." He walks past you to the nearest lamp post and hooks his arm with yours, gripping the camera tight. He holds the polaroid up to the light with his other hand. You stop beside him, holding up the second picture.
"I don't likeâ"
Enjin cuts you off before you can insult yourself. "I love it. August needs a raise for putting you those tights."
"You guys are getting paid?"
"How about another one for the road?" Enjin backs away to take another picture.
You snatch the camera before he presses the delicate button. He leans against the wall, crossing his arms and looking to the side to make the picture seem candid.
That just isn't fair.
You close one eye and press your cheek to the cold metal camera to look through the lens.
"You know, Enjin, you're pretty shit at kissing."
"What the hell are youâ" Click.
Enjin lunges forward. He's too slow as you take the polaroid from the camera and step backwards. You step back a little too fast and your shoe catches on loose gravel. Enjin wastes no time wrapping an arm around you and grabbing the camera before it tumbles to the ground.
"I saved your life," Enjin holds you closer to his chest as if you can't catch your footing. "You wanna take back that lie?"
"You could do with some more practice." You slip your arms around his waist, relishing in the warmth of having him so close. Your palms get slick with sweat but you grip his picture so the wind wont take it away.
your least favorite regular comes in for a new tattoo. as the best artist in Canvas Town, who are you to reject some extra income from the sexy friendly neighborhood Cleaner?
pairing: tattooartist!reader x gachiakuta enjin
content: 3.8k words, mdni 18+, fem reader, p in v, slight manhandling, fingering, cunnilingus, spit, teasing, semiproofreadbcimtiredoops
a/n: this has been festering in my mind and there's not enough enjin fics so here i am to save the day
All the ice water in Canvas Town couldnât make the sweltering heat any less tiring. You flex your dominant hand, rolling the aching muscles with the fingertips of your other. You get a peek at your watch, a reminder that your break time would end with the rapid tick of the minute arm.Â
Everyone came to you for tattoos, claiming--well, knowing-- that youâre the best in town. The summer is at its peak and so is the opportunity to flex new ink. Whether it was for the deceased, a lover, or themselves, everyone wants you to be the one to permanently stain their skin with your penmanship. You took pride in having a job where you are your own boss and have clientele from tribes folk to givers. The money is certainly the biggest plus.
The faint sound of your shop's bell can be heard from your stoop out back. You stand and rush in to greet them, professionalism keeps the customers and their wallets coming back.Â
Speaking of regulars, the one that quickly makes himself at home in your tiny office is the cause of your migraines and carpal tunnel.
âHey girl,â His baritone voice echoes off the painted walls. âIâm ready for our appointment.
âSit down.â You start to ready your instrument tray, setting out an assortment of inks and fresh needles and wipes.
âOoh, sheâs feeling dominant today.â
A brief glance from your low-lidded eyes are enough to tell him youâre too tired to indulge in his jokes. He sits down on the chair after stripping his rucksack and thick trench coat. How he could wear all these heavy layers in the middle of a heatwave is beyond you.
Enjin. 190 centimeters of muscle and sarcasm, topped with a devilishly handsome face adorned with golden eyes and blond hair to match. His pierced ears and thick, jagged scar etched on the side of his undercut only make him more irresistible. Not to you, Miss Professionalism and all, but to any other female or male citizen across this junk-littered world. His ingratiating charm is morphine to the single ladies who are lucky enough to get a hit from the town rake.
You pull the tray to the side of the chair where he lies comfortably, arms propped behind his resting head. His eyes donât leave your face as you snap your gloves on your hands.
âIt pains me to say this, but your shirtâs gotta come off before we start.â
Enjinâs rich laugh goes on for too long as he lifts up to rip his shirt off. He tosses it over the back of the chair. His latest tattoo that you did for him, your biggest piece on a human body yet, looks to be healing nicely. Labyrinthine red and black swirls sweep across his broad chest, up to his shoulders and down to his arms. The pattern morphes into sinuous, cloud-like shapes on his forearms, his protruding veins still visible when you look closely.
âLast piece looks badass,â A sucker clacks in his mouth as he speaks. Of course he stole more suckers from behind your desk, your secret stash. âCanât wait to see what those pretty hands do next.â
ââPreciate it, Jin,â You snatch the sucker from his mouth and put it in your own, relishing the sweet, slick hard candy. Strawberry. As an apprentice you learned that keeping your mouth busy while working helps you calm down. Your fidgeting tongue distracts you from the pain that comes with keeping your hands steady for sometimes more than twelve hours a day.
Youâd also be lying if you said you werenât the least bit curious if the freaky rumors about Enjin were true. You savor his strawberry-infused spit over your tongue before swallowing it.
âRight around the belly button, right?â A flash of the design he wants is now burned behind your eyes. A vortex with three circles that vaguely remind you of peacockâs ocellated feathers when showcasing their kaleidoscopic tail. How fitting.
âThatâs right. But donât be afraid to go a little lower.â He slinks lower on the chair, his skin and jeans squeaking awkwardly as he shuffles to get more comfortable. Your eyeline goes from your target area to the patch of light-blond hair leading to his sinfully sexy waistline decorated with a V-line your forearms would soon rest on.
âYou need my pants off too or are you just window shopping?â His wolf-like smile parts as he pops another sucker into his mouth. His tongue delicately swirls around the tiny pink circle of sugar.
Despite his numerous attempts to woo you, whether for a discount or for something more, you stay strong. Your hand is as steady as ever when you begin to etch his fair skin with your sable ink.
âJust stay still. You were shaking like a damn leaf last time.â
âAye, aye captain.â The solid pack of muscles under his skin sink inwards as he lets out a sigh.Â
For a guy who made a living killing trash beasts that are double the size of your hometown, he had an ordeal with needles pecking his skin.
As you continue the tattoo, you remember why you continue to run your little shop day in and out. The rumble and buzz of the powerful machine in your hand and the needle tightly affixed to it were under your control completely. Any design a customer wanted, you could look at it, or dream of it, just once and easily replicate it in a minute. Although Enjinâs largest piece took a full thirteen hours and twenty-five minutes, you know you could have finished it in less time if he didnât need so many âsmoke breaks.â You swear he shed a few tears when you were straddling his back, forcing his stocky, shaky body down as he kept asking you how much longer it would take.
If he hadnât left a hefty tip, you werenât sure youâd accept him again as a client.Â
After thirty minutes, the piece lining his stomach were coming together. You exhale in excitement at how wonderful it would look once finished. Little goosebumps freckle his skin as your breath flutters over him.
âHey, I said stay still.â You donât look up as you press your forearms over those deadly V-lines of his and press your free gloved hand onto one to steady him.
âCome on, girl. Go easy on me.â His pleading makes you lick up at the rapidly dissolving candy in your mouth. âIâm begginâ you.â
You sigh and look up at the fragile butterfly whose torso damn near covers the back of the chair holding him. His pecs lift in jagged breaths that he takes in through his parted lips, sucker all but discarded in the bin next to you. Damp ringlets of hair stick to his forehead and cover his thick, furrowed brows.
The pulsing of the machine in your hands brings you back to your job at hand. The quicker you got this panting, hulking mess of a man out of your chair, the better.
âBetter get that stamina up, Enjin,â You continue working through his shudders. âDonât want the ladies knowing the big, powerful Cleaner canât handle a little needle.âÂ
âPlease,â His unfaltering voice continues despite his strong fingers grasping at the chair, about to rip the leather. âIâve got enough stamina for the both of us.â
You lift your tattoo gun and sputter before laughter rips from your throat. âWhat a cornball.â
He's relieved by the break, but insulted by your taunting gives a childish pout.
You wipe your brow with your forearms. Your watch beeps, signaling the hour has changed. The blood-orange sun sets outside, casting a dim hue over the neighboring buildings. Time to get him out of here so you can close up shop and take a damn rest.
âLetâs finish this up, boy.â Before the speedy Cleaner can react, you stand and swing your legs over him, shorts tightening over your thighs resting on either side of his waist. Strands of hair spilling from your ponytail tickle your shoulders as youâre now hunched over his pelvis to finish his tattoo. One palm rests on his shaky abs and the other furiously drags the thrusting needle over his delicate skin. Enjin tries his hardest to swallow his groans, teeth clenched and Adamâs apple bobbing and painted nails digging deeper into the chair.
âYou could at least--shit--Let me take you out to dinner first.â Enjin turns his wincing into a brief smile before pinching his eyes shut again. If you hadnât known any better, youâd think he was deliberately winding his hips upward to grind against yours. You press all of your weight downwards, trying to get him to stop, damn it. But it only makes it worse as your throbbing heat feels a slight curve under his gray pants. There was no calming him down. His brawny figure could easily overpower yours in any situation.
âAlmost⊠DoneâŠâ You muster out those words of encouragement for you, to get through this before he realizes how heated your skin is from being pressed against him. You finish shading the inner circle lining his belly button. The thin skin reddening before getting covered by rich black ink.Â
With one quick gust of your heated breath against his body, you finally stop the tattoo gun. The only sounds in the shop are both of your sharp intakes of breath as your muscles relax. Your spent arms fall to your side like jelly. You sit completely on his lap, taking in his panting figure underneath you. His flaring amber eyes look up at you.
âShould I tip you extra for the lap dance?â
You toss your gun to the table and raise your open palm to slap his chest, he raises his arms defensively. Heâs still cackling uncontrollably, his muscles rippling under his skin with each guttural sound. Youâre too caught up in beating his ass to hear the familiar chime of the doorbell.
âHey, you take walk-ins--oh!â The customerâs mouth remains in a wide âOâ as you whisk your eyesight to him. Your arms are still restricted, as Enjinâs hands have a tight grip on your stiff wrists. He twists to look at the door, still on the defensive.
âSorry, our appointmentâs going a bit over. You wanna wait in the lobby?â
The customer backs out without another word. Enjin turns back to you with a wild grin. You rip your hand away and your palm finally connects with his face and wipes off that dimpled smirk of his.
âYou raise the prices on me or somethinâ?â Enjin counts the bills slowly with a raised brow, hoping youâll come up with a âSexy Repeat Customerâ discount, as heâs mentioned before.
âYeah, fee for being a little shit.â You snatch the money from his grip and slip it in your pockets before he can keep acting like he doesn't know how to count.
âLove it when you talk dirty to me.â Enjin gives a sweet sigh before grabbing his umbrella on the way out. âThanks, sweetness. See you next time.â
He winks once more before closing the shop door. You watch his figure saunter down the dimly-lit sidewalk before it disappears, probably into a nearby bar.
You wet your lips, still tasting the suckerâs flavor from earlier. You remember relishing in the taste of him still on the candy, a line of spit still connecting the little pink globe and his lips. Maybe the rumors that girls were absolutely dickmatized by Enjin werenât so silly after all. You hadnât even gotten to first base with him and you were grossly imagining him pushing his hips into yours again. In your mind, you werenât cursed with clothing separating you both from finally feeling his raw skin on yours.
Your watchâs ticking still sounds in the empty shop. Itâs time to clean up and go home before you keep fantasizing about the Groundâs most sought after playboy.
As the clock strikes midnight, you finally finish straightening up your shop. You grab your bag and go to the front door in two wide steps, ready to get the hell out of there.
Before your fingers twist the lock, youâre pushed backwards by a sudden intrusion. You catch yourself on a nearby waiting chair before looking to see who is dumb enough to come into your shop when damn near all the lights were off. The familiar smell of tobacco overpowering a woody fragrance hits your nose before your eyes adjust on the man standing in your shop.
âOh shit, sorry. Didnât think youâd still be here.â Enjinâs rich voice speaks slower than his usual quick-witted cadence.
âSo, youâre just breaking into my shop then?â You straighten yourself up before trying to move past him. âShopâs closed, hon.â
âI know, I know.â Enjin raises his hands in a surrendering manner. âI just wanted to talk to my favorite girl.â
You scoff, digging into your bag to try and find your keys. âYeah, Iâve heard a lot about your âfavorite girls.ââ
The man gallivants over to the chair he was in earlier and lies down on it as if heâs ready for bed. You couldnât roll your eyes hard enough in the fear that theyâd get stuck.
âCome on, dude,â You tug at his thick jacket to no avail. He pulls it off, only in his uniform of a red sweater and trousers now. âGet out, I wanna go home.â
âWeâre going on a field trip, now? Iâm down.â He snickers while peeking an eye at you, seemingly waiting for your next move.â
Your hand rustles in your bag. You twist your fingers over the same seven items shoved carelessly in it. Where are your keys?
âEnjin, you seen my keyâs around here?â You toss your bag on the ground and kneel down to get a closer look. Shit, shit, shit⊠You couldnât call a locksmith again. Theyâll try to steal half of todayâs earnings and you are too stingy for that.
âNah. I can drive you home, if youâre interested.â
âIf I had a death wish Iâd take you up on that.â You remember his friend Gris telling you about how he frequently has to hold on to other passengers when Enjinâs driving. That little Spherite almost got launched out of the Jeepâs window once when Enjin hit a pothole.Â
His voice got closer as a shadow covered the inside of your messy bag. You looked up to see his wicked smile peering down at you like you were his meal. You stand even though youâre still looking up at him to maintain eye contact. Enjinâs eye contact was like the vicious sun during midday hours. It was intense and stifling. It made your skin just as hot, too.
He raises a wide palm to rest on your cheek, a tender touch that contrasts his frivolous way with words.Â
âIt looks like weâre stuck here, then.â He drags the rough pad of his thumb against your bottom lip. You instinctively wet your lips, catching the digit in your mouth. Heâs the first to break the stifling eye contact, looking at his thumb disappearing behind your lips. You sweep your tongue around it before lightly sucking on it, eliciting a low groan from him
He pulls his hand away and in an instant youâre on youâre sitting on your leather chair, designated for your customers. With him planted firmly inside your parted legs, he leans down to meet your lips. Thereâs no sweetness in the way he grabs the nape of your neck to keep you still as his tongue slips into your hot mouth. His other hand grips your bare thigh with more strength than he should.
As his tongue messily slides over yours, you can't help but delight in finally tasting him. The bitter taste of cigarettes and alcohol is still hot in his mouth. You tug his sweater before he finally gets the idea and briefly separates from you to pull the pesky clothing off. Wet lips cling to your neck and it only increases the nagging pressure in your stomach. Enjin pushes you further back on the chair until you are lying down.
You donât have any objections when he all but rips your shorts off in one quick draw. His hands return to your legs where he kisses every inch of skin up to your panties. A shock of pleasure jolts up through your entire nervous system as he presses his lips against the obvious wet spot growing between your legs.
âI knew you were always so wet for me,â His voice a deep whisper. âI just couldnât prove it.â
âAre you gonna keep teasing me or finally fuck me--oh!â Your words catch in your throat as your tattered panties join your shorts on the floor. His thick finger slips over your puffy folds. Embarrassing squelches fill your shop, followed by moans youâre biting back. Not for long, though, as his free hand grabs your face and squeezes your cheeks so you make a nice âOâ with your mouth.
âDonât hold back on me, pretty girl. Keep that smart mouth talking for me.â The drunken joy in his voice is obvious when he slides his finger inside your pulsing hole. âOr are you gonna let her do all the talking for you?â
With just one finger he already has you arching your back upwards to him as he stands beside the chair. The light above his head casts a contradicting heavenly aura behind Enjin. His eyes are low and red and you wonder if heâs under more than the influence of alcohol.Â
All thoughts are pushed out of your head when he finds that sweet spongy spot that makes your legs start to shake. The flushed skin of your legs sticks to the slippery material as your hips grind onto his single finger.
âAww, does she want more?â He bends his finger upwards with slow precision. âUse your big girl words and maybe Iâll give you what you want.â
He bats his wispy eyelashes at you. He keeps pulsing his finger upwards before sliding another finger inside. A long-winded moan makes the corners of his mouth turn upwards.Â
âGood enough. Iâll give you a proper thanks now.âÂ
Enjinâs fingers start their aggressive attack on your poor convulsing hole. His other hand lets go of your face to snap your bra off. The pads of his fingers twist and pull at your hardened nipples before slipping to your lower pelvis. His fingers push deeper and faster inside your weeping hole as he pushes down on your stomach. The pressure makes your eyes water until tears run down your cheeks, mimicking the juices splatting over Enjinâs hand and the chair.Â
âThere it is,â Enjin leans closer to start giving sloppy kisses to your clit.
Brash licks mixed with pursed lips sucking on your sensitive bundle of nerves turns you into a complete mess. He pulls his mouth off of your pussy to put his lips back on yours in a messy makeout session that has you closer to reaching the height of pleasure. He pulls away to look down at the drenched mess between your legs. He pulls his fingers out with a loud squelch to vigorously rub your clit, up and down, back and forth.
âFuck, Enjin. Iâm too sensitive.â
âDonât give up on me now, sweet girl. Just come for meâŠâ His hands speed up faster than any human hand should, rubbing the button between your slick folds mercilessly. âRight⊠NowâŠâ
You grip his bare arms as you shudder out the pinnacle of your climax. His amber eyes blur as flashes of white are all you see before shutting your eyes. Your heartbeat is deafening in your ears. You feel his hands slip up your tank top before ripping it off. You allow him to sweetly lick at your nipples, still erect from the remnants of your orgasm. Faint rustling and a belt clanking on the hardwood floor is heard before you open your eyes to see him crawling over you.
âYou feeling good now?â He nuzzles his face into your neck before biting at your shoulder. He licks the wound tenderly. âOr am I gonna have to help you out a little more?â
You sit up on your elbow and pull him down by his wild hair. You push two fingers into his mouth, stunning him, but he wets them obediently. You pull them out with a âpopâ and wrap your hand around his girthy cock. Itâs no shock heâs already hard, stringy webs of precum dripping from his tip.
âHow about my favorite customer slips inside of me before I change my mind?â
âSay less, baby girl.â
You rub his throbbing mushroom tip against your folds, gathering slickness over every vein you canât wait to feel inside of you. He swats your hand away and pushes in slowly, letting your tight hole adjust to his size. His breath mingles with yours as you pant into each other's mouths like youâre two dogs in heat.
You bring your sight to where your two bodies meet and it makes you grab his shoulders, indenting deep crescents into his marked skin.
âYou like that?â He reels his hips back before pushing all the way in again. âYou like seeing how you take me so well?â
Your gummy walls practically suck him back in after every thrust. Your attention comes to his newest tattoo, the raised skin flushed red.
âFuck, wait--â You muster up weakly. âYou need to be careful with that.â
âYouâre so thoughtful.â He stops his wild thrusts only when his soft happy trail is flush against your mound. âBut I donât half-ass any job.â
Before you can object, he smacks his palms on the back of your thighs and pushes them to your chest. His hips jack hammer you roughly, balls slapping against the skin of your ass as he groans sinful sounds of pleasure in your ear. Your dulcet moans only encourages him to force your knees to your ears as every ridge of his thick cock spikes into all of your sensitive spots.
Your trembling knees and convulsing pussy are a pleasurable giveaway to Enjin that youâre close.
âFuck, clenching me so tight, baby.â Enjinâs velvety voice hits your ears.
âIâm so--So close.â You moan in response, feeling your sticky skin get impossibly hotter against his tatted body.Â
âIâve got you, baby.â His dick starts twitching against your walls. âCome one more time for me, pretty.â
Your moans reverberate off the thin walls as the wound up coils in your bulging tummy burst loose. Hot streams of his cum warm you from your puckering hole to your cervix as his thrusts become more ragged. Once heâs finally drained, he drops your legs to rest on your chest.
âHowâs that for a tip?â Enjin purrs against your breasts.
You giggle at his lame joke and become limp under his weight. A glint of silver on the floor catches your eye. Slipping out of the pocket of his discarded jeans are--
âMy keys!?â
Enjinâs staggered breath hitches in his throat. âOh⊠Howâd those get in there?â
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