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accidentally said "invasive thoughts" instead of "intrusive thoughts" today and actually I think I'm onto something. this thought does not belong here and it is harming the local ecosystem
MDNI ! pervy enjin dubious consent mild exhibitionism mild voyeurism kink vaginal sex/fingers only implied intoxication stranger sex enjoy~
You bop your head to the band's beat, their lead singer screaming his lungs out to the microphone while the crowd goes crazy around you. You were initially dubious when your friend invited you for the concert, not fond of the idea of closely mingling with large and loud bodies of people but she’d given you her best puppy eyes and you couldn’t say no. Besides, you appreciate the effort of her trying to include you in the stuff she enjoys despite your difference in interest.
The singer belts out the climax, singing to his heart's content and the group of people to your left starts dancing what looked like an original choreography. You watched in bemusement as the crowd began to part for them, more people joining and turning it into a giant pit of dancing. You’re pushed to the side and you’re not really surprised to find your friend missing from your side. When you check your phone, it's 1 am in the morning and there’s predictably no signal, so you just sigh and hope that you guys can meet up after the concert.
Carried by the crowd, you move, muttering apologies for every bump and foot you step on. The people mostly waves you away, some outright ignoring you, and on a memorable moment, ruffles your hair with a laugh and shoves a pink drink in your hand. You stare at it, contemplating, before going fuck it and chugging the glittery alcohol down till its only half way full. Almost immediately, it threatens to rise back up your throat, burning twice as much as it should, but you force it down to a twisted face.
Around you, the world begins to spin. You’re gone with the flashing lights and vibration of music.
There’s a warm body behind you. Big, his shoulders twice as wide as yours. You ignore the heat coming from him, but that becomes difficult when you feel fingers brush against the back hems of your short short skirt. A chin finds itself on top of your head, another warm palm on your hips, long fingers teasing the skin between your raised top and sinfully low bottom.
Damn, you think, panic a slow thing to you. Your head feels foggy, and you're easily drawn to the stranger's pace, a gentle sway compared to the music's roaring beat. As if a pocket has been created for the two of you, the people around you become faceless shadows, towering.
The strobe lights make your head spin, flashes of red and blue and green, but you don’t mistake the sensation of wandering hands, of you being pulled tight on a firm chest. A sigh leaves, body involuntarily relaxing with the caressing, and you feel the chest behind you vibrate with quiet laughter. There’s screaming in your head stop stop the people they’ll see us wait- but that quiets soon with the firm circles rubbed on your skin, with the way the world seems to stop for the two of you.
When lips begin to leave wet trails on your neck, all you can do is tilt your head to give him a better access, clutching at the arms tight on your waist. There’s no face, no voice, the stranger a walking dream with long, rough and tattooed fingers with a figure that dwarfs you in intense heat. He’s slow with it, exploring, lips sucking bruises on your neck while his hands wandered, up and down, big palm on your left tit while the other slid down to where you’re starting to soak your panties.
You part your legs, rising to the balls of your feet, thanking your past sober self for wearing simple sandals instead of the heels your friend had insisted on, twitching when a hand fits itself between your thighs, probing you where you're wet and needy. Your head falls back, thumb to your clit, rubbing in soft circles with your panty still on, lightheaded with the rush of sensation. It's a little shameful, how easy you got wet, but you’ve got a hot stranger determined to finger blast you in the middle of a concert and there’s nothing that could be hotter than that.
Your tits are groped under your shirt, bra unhooked a long time ago, and you can’t help the sharp gasp that leaves you when your nipples are pinched and played, fingers rough, touches hot, his hand big enough to swallow your breast. There’s mindless cooing in your ear, a deep hum to your back, your head lolling forward to watch the hand in your skirt with detached interest, feeling it, digits sliding along your slit, folds teased, your clit a sensitive little button and your fucking panty still on.
You twitch your hips, breathless “please,” leaving you as you urged the stranger to put his fingers in you, to fuck you dumb in the middle of a manic crowd. You’re bumped into, and there’s a moment of panic before you’re anchored by a forearm wrapping around your throat in a tight chokehold, lifting you to your tippy toes, your own hands coming to hold onto his as he rumbled a chuckle, clutching for your dear life as your eyes threaten to roll at the back of your head with your dissipating oxygen.
You spy a tattooed skin under the flashing lights, blonde hair tickling your temple, a curling scent of tobacco, while he mouthed wetly at your face. You could feel his murmurs, cruel snickering, hot with arousal–
“—Fuck.. You’re so hot babe, you’re really gonna let me have you here? Gonna give these people a free show? You gonna let them touch you too? Play with your pussy? Bet you’d love that huh, look’it ya, stupid already and I haven’t even put my fingers in—”
— digits done with his teasing as they rubbed on your clit, hard and fast, your leg twitching, thighs closing tight.
You don’t know what’s happening anymore, vision dizzy, hips and legs shaking, the lights above you making your head swim. You’re desperately gasping, chest tight with the low oxygen, and there’s people around you, loud laughter, skin to skin, warm bodies brushing against one another. He’s got you strung tight, his own boner a foreboding presence on your lower back, filthy promises to your ears as you choked.
When the stranger slides your panties to the side to plunge 2 fingers in, the coil of heat in your stomach snaps, pussy gushing around the intrusion, heartbeat a live thing pounding on your head. A deep groan erupts on the chest you’re held by, your back arching sharply, a leg kicking out. All you can do is squeak out a moan, mind blanking, eyes rolled back as the fingers continue, in and out, thick and stretching.
“There we go, come on gimme more baby, I got you, I got you–”
You hear him distantly but your brain’s drooled out of your pussy, thighs wet, 3 fingers sloppy in you as they tried to coax out another release. You slap at the arm holding you up, reaching behind to tangle with thick locks when that doesn’t work, brushing on neat undercut, body convulsing when your nerves begin to sing for another climax as he whimpered to your ear, spurred by your ministration when you intended for the other way.
Panic sets in, you blink your teary eyes open only to regret it immediately, the crowd closing in as towering figures, shadows a contrast from the nauseating strobe lights. There’s drool coming from your mouth, you feel sweaty, hair prickly against your skin, and the stranger on your back is still fingering you like it’s his sole mission in life.
“Close,” you murmur, body sagging, feeling the way your cunt opens for his digits, forearm still snug around your throat. You can’t breathe, feeling like an exposed live wire, but fuck you feel good, held up by nothing but strong arms. The filthy schlick schlick of your pussy being pried open, clit played wetly, you were losing your fucking mind.
When you cum again, it’s a dam breaking rather than an outright explosion like your first one, milder but no less intense. You choke out a moan, pulling at his hair while he humped on your back, feet off the floor while he whined to your temple.
You black out you think, because the next thing you know your clothes are fixed and the concerts over. You’re seated by the entrance, mind reeling and when your friend finds you, all you can muster is a tired smile. She helps you up and you stiffen at the foreign sensation to your side. When you pat the waist of your skirt, you find a piece of paper wedged in, the kind you’ll find in cigarette pockets.
Scrawled in it is a phone number, a cheeky “call me?” beside it.
Your eyes widened, breath catching while your friend chatted beside you. As you left the venue, you caught the eyes of a man by a far corner, wind swept blond hair and leant on a wall as smoke curled around him. Tattoos crawled up his arms, hidden by a thick jacket, figure towering. His golden eyes are shameless as he roved over you, and you don’t break contact until you’re swept away by the dispersing crowd.
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@me:> im still alivee!! irl got busy, trying to get back to writing and the fandom, this is unedited :>
MDNI ! pervy enjin dubious consent mild exhibitionism mild voyeurism kink vaginal sex/fingers only implied intoxication stranger sex enjoy~
You bop your head to the band's beat, their lead singer screaming his lungs out to the microphone while the crowd goes crazy around you. You were initially dubious when your friend invited you for the concert, not fond of the idea of closely mingling with large and loud bodies of people but she’d given you her best puppy eyes and you couldn’t say no. Besides, you appreciate the effort of her trying to include you in the stuff she enjoys despite your difference in interest.
The singer belts out the climax, singing to his heart's content and the group of people to your left starts dancing what looked like an original choreography. You watched in bemusement as the crowd began to part for them, more people joining and turning it into a giant pit of dancing. You’re pushed to the side and you’re not really surprised to find your friend missing from your side. When you check your phone, it's 1 am in the morning and there’s predictably no signal, so you just sigh and hope that you guys can meet up after the concert.
Carried by the crowd, you move, muttering apologies for every bump and foot you step on. The people mostly waves you away, some outright ignoring you, and on a memorable moment, ruffles your hair with a laugh and shoves a pink drink in your hand. You stare at it, contemplating, before going fuck it and chugging the glittery alcohol down till its only half way full. Almost immediately, it threatens to rise back up your throat, burning twice as much as it should, but you force it down to a twisted face.
Around you, the world begins to spin. You’re gone with the flashing lights and vibration of music.
There’s a warm body behind you. Big, his shoulders twice as wide as yours. You ignore the heat coming from him, but that becomes difficult when you feel fingers brush against the back hems of your short short skirt. A chin finds itself on top of your head, another warm palm on your hips, long fingers teasing the skin between your raised top and sinfully low bottom.
Damn, you think, panic a slow thing to you. Your head feels foggy, and you're easily drawn to the stranger's pace, a gentle sway compared to the music's roaring beat. As if a pocket has been created for the two of you, the people around you become faceless shadows, towering.
The strobe lights make your head spin, flashes of red and blue and green, but you don’t mistake the sensation of wandering hands, of you being pulled tight on a firm chest. A sigh leaves, body involuntarily relaxing with the caressing, and you feel the chest behind you vibrate with quiet laughter. There’s screaming in your head stop stop the people they’ll see us wait- but that quiets soon with the firm circles rubbed on your skin, with the way the world seems to stop for the two of you.
When lips begin to leave wet trails on your neck, all you can do is tilt your head to give him a better access, clutching at the arms tight on your waist. There’s no face, no voice, the stranger a walking dream with long, rough and tattooed fingers with a figure that dwarfs you in intense heat. He’s slow with it, exploring, lips sucking bruises on your neck while his hands wandered, up and down, big palm on your left tit while the other slid down to where you’re starting to soak your panties.
You part your legs, rising to the balls of your feet, thanking your past sober self for wearing simple sandals instead of the heels your friend had insisted on, twitching when a hand fits itself between your thighs, probing you where you're wet and needy. Your head falls back, thumb to your clit, rubbing in soft circles with your panty still on, lightheaded with the rush of sensation. It's a little shameful, how easy you got wet, but you’ve got a hot stranger determined to finger blast you in the middle of a concert and there’s nothing that could be hotter than that.
Your tits are groped under your shirt, bra unhooked a long time ago, and you can’t help the sharp gasp that leaves you when your nipples are pinched and played, fingers rough, touches hot, his hand big enough to swallow your breast. There’s mindless cooing in your ear, a deep hum to your back, your head lolling forward to watch the hand in your skirt with detached interest, feeling it, digits sliding along your slit, folds teased, your clit a sensitive little button and your fucking panty still on.
You twitch your hips, breathless “please,” leaving you as you urged the stranger to put his fingers in you, to fuck you dumb in the middle of a manic crowd. You’re bumped into, and there’s a moment of panic before you’re anchored by a forearm wrapping around your throat in a tight chokehold, lifting you to your tippy toes, your own hands coming to hold onto his as he rumbled a chuckle, clutching for your dear life as your eyes threaten to roll at the back of your head with your dissipating oxygen.
You spy a tattooed skin under the flashing lights, blonde hair tickling your temple, a curling scent of tobacco, while he mouthed wetly at your face. You could feel his murmurs, cruel snickering, hot with arousal–
“—Fuck.. You’re so hot babe, you’re really gonna let me have you here? Gonna give these people a free show? You gonna let them touch you too? Play with your pussy? Bet you’d love that huh, look’it ya, stupid already and I haven’t even put my fingers in—”
— digits done with his teasing as they rubbed on your clit, hard and fast, your leg twitching, thighs closing tight.
You don’t know what’s happening anymore, vision dizzy, hips and legs shaking, the lights above you making your head swim. You’re desperately gasping, chest tight with the low oxygen, and there’s people around you, loud laughter, skin to skin, warm bodies brushing against one another. He’s got you strung tight, his own boner a foreboding presence on your lower back, filthy promises to your ears as you choked.
When the stranger slides your panties to the side to plunge 2 fingers in, the coil of heat in your stomach snaps, pussy gushing around the intrusion, heartbeat a live thing pounding on your head. A deep groan erupts on the chest you’re held by, your back arching sharply, a leg kicking out. All you can do is squeak out a moan, mind blanking, eyes rolled back as the fingers continue, in and out, thick and stretching.
“There we go, come on gimme more baby, I got you, I got you–”
You hear him distantly but your brain’s drooled out of your pussy, thighs wet, 3 fingers sloppy in you as they tried to coax out another release. You slap at the arm holding you up, reaching behind to tangle with thick locks when that doesn’t work, brushing on neat undercut, body convulsing when your nerves begin to sing for another climax as he whimpered to your ear, spurred by your ministration when you intended for the other way.
Panic sets in, you blink your teary eyes open only to regret it immediately, the crowd closing in as towering figures, shadows a contrast from the nauseating strobe lights. There’s drool coming from your mouth, you feel sweaty, hair prickly against your skin, and the stranger on your back is still fingering you like it’s his sole mission in life.
“Close,” you murmur, body sagging, feeling the way your cunt opens for his digits, forearm still snug around your throat. You can’t breathe, feeling like an exposed live wire, but fuck you feel good, held up by nothing but strong arms. The filthy schlick schlick of your pussy being pried open, clit played wetly, you were losing your fucking mind.
When you cum again, it’s a dam breaking rather than an outright explosion like your first one, milder but no less intense. You choke out a moan, pulling at his hair while he humped on your back, feet off the floor while he whined to your temple.
You black out you think, because the next thing you know your clothes are fixed and the concerts over. You’re seated by the entrance, mind reeling and when your friend finds you, all you can muster is a tired smile. She helps you up and you stiffen at the foreign sensation to your side. When you pat the waist of your skirt, you find a piece of paper wedged in, the kind you’ll find in cigarette pockets.
Scrawled in it is a phone number, a cheeky “call me?” beside it.
Your eyes widened, breath catching while your friend chatted beside you. As you left the venue, you caught the eyes of a man by a far corner, wind swept blond hair and leant on a wall as smoke curled around him. Tattoos crawled up his arms, hidden by a thick jacket, figure towering. His golden eyes are shameless as he roved over you, and you don’t break contact until you’re swept away by the dispersing crowd.
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@me:> im still alivee!! irl got busy, trying to get back to writing and the fandom, this is unedited :>
zanka nijiku the character of all time. hes a closeted freak. he pretends to be stuck up. he's selfless. he's an asshole. he wasn't a good enough nepo baby and said yeah fuck you actually im leaving and dedicating my life to community service via fighting monsters and also this big stick. he talks to the stick and asks it how its doing every single morning. he's known for being aloof and nonchalant but is visibly desperate for praise and lights up upon hearing it. all his coworkers know this. he calls himself an average joe. he can dodge bullets. he's gotten his ass handed to him by a guy who gets turned on at the idea of being beat up. Twice. said dude keeps coming back for more because they match each others freak to a degree thats dangerous to the public. he can echolocate. he's been terrorized by a 15-year-old chasing him around with a used plunger. he's become an unwilling older brother figure to the aforementioned 15-year-old. he has fuckass eyebrows. he's thrown himself down a well to sulk and planned on just. staying down there. he has gay little tassel earrings and the darkest, saddest blue eyes of all time. im going insane.
love notes: this was a thirst request sent to my old blog @bachiraw and is the first of the few i got and will be posting this. i was high and tipsy at the time i first started writing this and also the second time i went to write more. tagging @nonie-theanoniemous, my fellow enjin glazer
The spliff burns in the ash tray, placed there in haste so nimble fingers can creep under your top. You weren’t wearing a bra, so it was easy for said fingers to find your hard nipples, tugging them playfully between the pads of his thumb and index finger. It was getting in his way, though—Enjin needed you fully naked whenever you’re riding his dick. He tossed the shirt off your body, careful not to mess up your freshly done hair, earning himself a kiss to his nose. His heavy cock rests snugly inside your walls, twitching with need, but you absolutely refuse to move yet. He’s been running his mouth too much lately, extra snappish, and this is how you’re nipping it in the bud.
Enjin’s practically whimpering as your pussy clenches on the downstroke, his thick cock throbs inside you as your hips meet his.
“C’mon, hot stuff, go fuckin’ faster.” It’s a near-command, followed by a slap to your ass you let him get away with.
“Not til you tell me why you’ve been so fucking pissy all day.” You retrieve the joint and light it up, letting the indica strain mellow you out even more while stoking the heat curling low in your belly. If you’re going to punish him, you might as well enjoy the ride.
Another slow grind of your hips has you choking down a moan when his cock piercing rubs against your sweet spot, the warm metal nudging your gummy walls. Enjin, though—he’s undone. Whimpering, shivering from the sensitivity, clutching at you as his dick throbs inside your dripping cunt.
“Fuuuck—” He curses, gripping your hips tighter as you rock again. “Just wanted some alone with ya… everyone kept hoverin’ after the mission.”
That honesty earns him mercy. You start bouncing properly, thighs working as you ride him, sliding up until only his fat, leaking tip rests against your folds, before slamming back down. The cock ring at the base of his shaft presses against your clit with every drop, making your whole body jolt.
“Yes, oh fuuuuckk yes!” Enjin groans, sitting up, one hand gripping the back of your head, the other wrapping around your waist as he chants praise into your ear.
“You’re so fucking good, baby!—fuck, perfect pussy, perfect girl.” His hand slides down to your ass, squeezing, slapping, encouraging you to ride him harder.
Your breath comes in pants, broken whines spilling out as every bounce sends his piercing striking your spot like a bullseye. The ring drags your clit just right, over and over, until your thighs are shaking and slick is running freely down his cock, soaking his balls.
“Hear how wet ya sound?” His voice is hoarse, entranced, eyes glazed from weed and lust. The room fills with the sound of your pussy squelching, the sharp slap of skin on skin, and both your ragged moans.
You lean in close, lips brushing his ear, and whisper, “Don’t tap out now, Enjin. You wanted me this fucking sloppy.”
That pushes him over the edge. His hips jerk up into you, desperate, and your body finally gives in; your orgasm hits hard, messy, loud. You gush around him, clenching tight, voice breaking as you cry out. The cock ring grinds your clit through every spasm, dragging it out until you’re shaking.
Enjin’s right behind you, cock throbbing deep as he spills inside you with a broken moan, clutching your waist like he’ll fall apart if he lets go.
You both slump together, trembling, sweat-damp and hazy in the cloud of smoke still hanging over the room. His lips press sloppy kisses against your shoulder, murmuring soft praises in your ear.
After a long moment, he pulls out slow, groaning at the wet sound it makes, and reaches for his tray with shaky hands. “Baby, lay back. I’ll roll you another one.”
You sink into the pillows, lazy smile tugging at your lips. “Better roll me fat this time. I earned it.”
He chuckles, eyes hazy but adoring as he grinds the flower. “I’ll roll you the whole pack if you keep ridin’ me like that.”
When he sparks it up, he takes a slow drag and passes it to you first, fingers brushing yours. You inhale, exhale, and hum with satisfaction as he strokes his hand down your thigh, grounding you.
This is your favorite part—edges intact, body wrecked, lungs buzzing, and Enjin already leaning in to kiss your smoke-sweet lips.
𝖘𝖞𝖓𝖔𝖕𝖘𝖎𝖘: its a beautiful night for you and him is all i can say ;>
𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖘: MDNI ! fem!reader. bondage. blindfolds. teasing. overstimulation. use of toys ;>. light dom/sub dynamics. spit kink. pushing my pierced dick enjin agenda. UN'EDITED
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I.. just found out I have two more subs tomorrow and a fucking seminar, I'm going to kill myself. anyways, here's my birthday special for Enjin just like I said. its currently around 11 pm here in my country, still on august 21 but I'm posting earlier bcs I need to study a bit then sleep. happy reading, likes and reblogs are appreciated!!
babes 😫 @msnectarine hope u enjoy this onee
“Havin’ fun?” you cooed, voice syrupy, knowing damn well that you won’t get any other response than a muffled groan.
The carpet of your living room dug into your knees, you in between his spread legs, pink flesh light in hand stroked on and off his red, weeping cock. He whimpers when the artificial pussy lips meet the base of his length, wet and tight, a controlled squeeze of your fingers. A slow agonizing pace, him unable to fuck into the hole swallowing his dick, gummy innards catching on his piercings.
This is how you two have been for- you don’t really remember. Time went into a blur when you managed to get him on the chair, legs bound together and his arms to his back, naked as the day he was born. A blind f0ld sat on his eyes, gag in his mouth, and the first touch was electric, your fingers on his tattoos made him jump and tremble, tracing the inked grooves of his muscles. Enjin’s dick was already half hard by the time you kneeled between his legs, pocket pussy dripping with lube. You had stroked him to complete hardness, hands warm and just as wet, thumbing at the flushed tip, dripping so much precum you’d think he already came once.
Then you shoved his dick in the flesh light, reveled in his loud moan, shocked, while he trembled as you pulled it off, clutched tight, then slammed it down. A firm pace, his legs shaking, hips bucking, while you tried to melt his brain through the tight channel you choked his cock with. Him unable to fuck as much as he wanted, you in control, teasing his thick cock. From the outside, your thumb pressed on one of his frenum piercing, catching him by surprise and making him thrash. “Mmhghph-”
It hasn't been 10 minutes and you already got one confident, sex-on-legs Enjin begging for mercy.
“Hm, what was that? You want more? You wanna cum?” you teased, and you laughed when he shook his head in a nod. Sweat slicked hair flopped around, out of its usual swept back style while drool slipped from the corner of his mouth, lips stretched wide around the gag. Enjin’s complaints went muffled when your pace didn’t change, still firm and slow, and he strained against the bonds around him, ropes digging to inked skin.
Taking pity, you took his gag off, heat surging in you when you saw how much of a mess he already is. Keeping one hand on the flesh light, you shifted upwards, a knee balanced on the space of his legs and licked at the saliva that dripped from his swollen and panting mouth. You moaned at his taste, his favorite brand of cigarette and the ice cream you got earlier. Enjin immediately chased after you, blind, and you laughed once again at his whine when he failed to claim your lips. “Baby please, stop teasin’ me.”
Voice already shot to hell, a deep rasp that got you squeezing your legs. You gripped his chin, continuing to clean up his face with your tongue. A hint of your nails got him to stop his attempts at kissing you. “Nuh-uh, you promised we could play,” you chided, breathing into his wet open mouth instead, letting him feel you but not touch you.
Enjin pouted, “Today’s s’posed to be my special day.”
“Exactly.” You playfully frowned then, heatless offense in your tone, “Ya don’t like my gift to you baby? You don’t like the game I prepared for you?”
You could have laughed at the immediate panic, him shaking his head at your dejected tone. He can’t see the way your face twists in cruel amusement. “No ma, that ain’t what I meant. I like it very much, like whatever ya like-”
“So we're having fun then!” you chirped, cutting his desperate words as you pried his pretty lips open. He doesn’t struggle against it, just drops his mouth when you go “say ahhh”. You spit, glob of saliva smacking bullseye on his pink tongue and Enjin’s following moan is debauched, like it was scraped out of his throat- you didn’t even have to say anything. He was already swallowing.
You sighed at the sight, at his moving throat, the way he reopened his mouth just so he could whine “more” to you. You obey this time, the first direct to the tongue, the second a slow drip to the waiting muscle. Enjin takes it all with a moan, head tilted back, blissed out.
You were still wearing the double slitted sheer dress you put on earlier, with a matching laced bra-panties set. Before it was hot but now it just felt constricting, you wanted it off so you could touch Enjin skin to skin. Feel the heat off him, to just sink to his presence. But you held yourself back, this was part of the game. You kept the urge to grind against his cock, to wrap you arms around him and lose yourselves in the pleasure and pulled back.
The noise that rips out of him is almost pained, reaching for you as much as he could. His struggle stopped once he felt you settle between his legs once again, moving the pocket once again, a filthy squelch of lube dripping down his veined length when you pulled it up. A quiet hiss from him when his dick is fully exposed to the chilled air, body curving inwards as he shouted when you leaned in to lick a long stripe on the under part of it, bottom to top and tongue lapping at the mushroom tip. You give it a kiss before your lips wrapped around the tip, sucking hard, the flavor of him exploding on your palette.
You took him deeper, teeth purposely catching on his piercings till you’re kissing the base of his dick, nose deep in trimmed hair. You gag, tearing up as you swallowed around his tip, cock to the back of your throat and so fucking big. Your nails dig onto his thighs where you held on, trying to breathe through your nose like he always instructed when he’s got you like this, taking him till your choking. Sucking Enjin off with his hands on you is a different experience from to him lodged in your throat while he desperately tried to fuck up to your warm wet mouth.
There’re no fingers in your head to guide, no controlled or brutal snap of hips- just you, going up and down, drooling, trying your best to suck his soul out of dick. Enjin’s chanting your name like a prayer, and the chairs creaking with how hard he’s pulling at the ropes. You look up, sees the way his blind fold was quickly dampening with something else other than his tears and you make a show of dragging your lips off him, slobbering all over his dick. You wrench off with a gasp, throat raw, not giving a second before your nosing at him, the entirety of his wet cock to your face. You're melting at the heat, teeth nipping on his lorum piercing, tugging and tugging till he’s hissing, begging, so so desperate.
“Need to cum- baby please m’so close,” he gasps, body bowed over you. “Just a little more babes, jus’ needa little more please- OH FUCK-”
He’s down to your throat again, more tears to your eyes, dragging your swollen lips to his equally swollen tip, slurping on his appalling piercing, cool metal to your overheated tongue. His left leg twitches, Enjin heaving, calling out your name. The noise is obscene; you’ve never heard him so wrecked before. His desperation is making you dazed, high with the control and pleasure; he’s crying, you can hear it, soft sniffles and hitching breaths, and when your palm finds his face, he leans into the touch, nuzzling into your warmth.
“Close, so so so fucking close,” he whimpers, blindfold wet now and he’s talking like words are hard, pleasure dumb. You smile, soft, before getting off your knees, hissing and ignoring the way your muscles and joints protested. “Baby?” his confused voice makes you melt, quiet- vulnerable- in a way that seemed out of place with a man like Enjin.
Dick out and dripping after you pulled the flesh light with you, arms coming around him. “M’right here ‘jin,” you sighed as you sat yourself on his lap, his dick to the space between your ass, chest to chest with him. You claim his lips in a soft kiss, tongue dancing wet and sloppy while you started to grind against him. He hisses to your lips, the rough fabric of your lacy panties to the sensitive skin of skin, red, almost purple, and looking like it's about to burst. But he doesn’t tell you to stop, lets you as you please, the fire simmering in you both still searing but coming down.
You’re languid, movement relaxed, content where you were. Enjin’s breaths have calmed down, just as relaxed as you, content to taste you and him on your tongue. He's kissing you like he was licking every part of himself out of your mouth, exploring, tugging at your lips with his canines. Depraved, sucking on your tongue, lost in the space between the two of you.
You shift in his lap, taking advantage of his distracted state to slip an egg vibrator into the pocket pussy, stuffing it deep inside. You bring it to your back, sighing, “Lucky pussy, gettin’ it first.”
Your words bring a confused hum from Enjin, his head tilting. His placid, almost blissed, expression twists when he hears the sudden snap of buzzing, destroying the tranquil vibe you were able to bring him. You don’t hesitate: you slam the pocket pussy back down on his dick, mushroom tip kissing the vibrator set on its highest setting. The reaction is instantaneous, an explosion of action and noise.
Enjin’s back snaps into an arch, a pitched howl leaving him, body shaking and bucking as he throws his head back. His orgasm slams into him with the force of a train, rendering him in a state of white hot pleasure that bordered pain. The force of vibrations so strong you can feel it where his sleeved dick is pressing on your ass, twitching like crazy. Your lips murmur to the exposed skin of his inked throat, clenching at nothing, imagining it's you getting filled up with his first load.
“Shit shit shit fuck ma please s’too much i’m- ma- baby i can’t! Arghmhph fuckkk please can’t-”
“Thought you wanted to cum?” you coo, breathing to his moaning mouth. Your fingers pull at his hair, making him arch, his body like a bull under you, wild and writhing. “Mouth.”
You spit, Enjin swallows, a gasping sob leaving him after, cries breaking. He’s shaking like crazy, leg bouncing, the vibrations a continuous charge of electricity to his no doubt overstimulated cock, pocket pussy still wet and gripping. You're dripping in your panties, turned on to hell at the sight of your lover falling apart. God nothing will ever beat this.
“‘love you so much, ‘jin,” you laugh to his ear, biting at his lobe, tugging, his cries music to your own ears. He’s incoherent now, stupid, mindless babbles in his broken voice. The pleasure relentless, sweat on his flushed skin, blind fold positively soaked with tears.
“I can’t anymore, please..."
He sounds gutted, so desperate and depraved. You plant a kiss to his forehead, sighing, while you reach back, fingers pulling at the pocket pussy. Enjin’s canines sink to your neck when you drag the thing off, fast, before throwing it away. His spend drips from its artificial pussy lips, and when you look back to see where his cock smacked on your ass, you can see how soaked it is with it. Filthy as fuck, dick flushed red with blood, still stiff and glistening with his own cum, twitching and sensitive.
Enjin laps at the bite mark, hissing when he feels you grip his cock, jolting when you give it an experimental tug. He whimpers, out of his mind. When you told him you had a surprise for his special day, he didn’t think it’d be this. A secretive and devious smile had graced your lips when he asked, your eyes lit with mischief the entire time you two were on the date you went to earlier. A hundred guesses went through his head but nothing could've prepared him for this. You on him, playing and milking him. Mind numbing teasing and pleasure, something he’s never experienced before, and it's just his first orgasm of the night. You were killin’ him.
“Ha- happy fucking birthday to me,” he slurred, a stupid grin curling in his lips, breath hot on the crook of your neck where you tucked him. Love sappy, post release relaxed. He never stood a chance.
You lifted up, one hand still on his cock, hooking a finger to drag your panty to the side, pussy dripping and so fucking ready, “And what do we say?”
“Thank you-” he wheezed, words cut short, and his breath knocked out of his lungs as you sat on him in one full thrust. A throaty moan leaves you, his dick a smooth glide in your hot cunt. You clench around his sensitive cock, savoring every twitch and vein, Enjin in your guts and throat. Fuck you feel so full.
No pause no break, you began riding, up and down on his overstimulated cock. Gasping breaths, Enjin slump to your form and inchorent, dick so hard and full in you, this time your pleasure and desire in the front seat.
GOOD FUCKING MORNING YA'LL????? This is like?? THE crossover???? Kakashi and Enjin???? This is as ground breaking as Gojo AND Kakashi ACKKKKKKK losing my shit here, so hott, might even write them ughhhh
literally just enjin dry-humping you in a crowded jeep while you sit on his lap. will probs edit/proof later but ya bitch is tireeeed. love ya!!!
going on a mission with team akuta + the supporters, but there’s too many people to comfortably fit in the jeep so you have to make a compromise by sitting in none other than enjin’s lap just to squeeze all the bodies inside.
you had thought it a bit odd when enjin told gris to drive instead, but the second you slid your rump over his lap and situated yourself, it all made sense.
because enjin’s cock is rock-hard beneath you within the first half mile, so long that it tents up his baggy pants and nearly splits through the tops of your thighs. it throbs and twitches when the jeep hits any little bump and bounces your body on his, and his ribs swell into your back with quiet, pleased breaths from the sensation.
and god, you’re flushed down to your fucking toes. your eyes dart around the filled jeep while your cunt flutters at the sensation of his dick between your thighs. anxiety is creeping up your throat and thickening your tongue. because this is so fucking erotic, but there’s so many people so close. people talking. people laughing.
people that could see.
but there’s also only a few thin layers of cloth separating your cunny from that beautiful dick; just a few centimeters between your perking clit and the burning heat of that fleshy shaft — and it’s making it so hard for you to think.
and when enjin casually slips his arms around your waist and pushes your body down against his, which he rolls up just a little, you have to choke down a gasp and remind yourself of where you are — remind yourself to not get lost in the pleasure of his hot cock rutting against your drippy sex so teasingly. to not let the scent of his woodsy cologne and the firmness of his body carry you away like it always does.
but then—
“you’re so soft, baby,” enjin rumbles quietly into your ear, barely loud enough for you to hear over the overlapping voices, hips shifting beneath you and cock sliding against your now-throbbing clit through the layers of clothes. “so fuckin’ soft and pretty. pretty fuckin’ thighs all wrapped around my dick.”
you want to tell him to shut up — there’s like, sixteen other ears in the car that very well could hear; sixteen other eyes that could look just a little too closely at the two of you and realize exactly what was happening.
realize that enjin was practically fucking you through your clothes right there in the damn crowded vehicle, en-route to a mission of all things.
“stop squirmin’.” enjin suddenly rasps, fingers digging into your plush thighs. “you’ll draw their attention, darlin’. you don’t want that, do ya?”
and he’s still moving, still grinding his cock against you — they’re such subtle movements that no one would be able to tell them from the rocking of the jeep; but they’re all too intense to you, all too overwhelming. really, your pussy is practically just a puddle in your pants, so achy and needy for the stretch and fullness of his cock that feels so within reach; it’s pure torment.
and enjin knows — he chuckles darkly into your shoulder before nipping lightly at the skin, causing you to jump. his voice is even lower, even more sinuous, when he growls,
“just act normal, baby, hmm? act normal and let me rub my cock on you just like this. if you do good, promise i’ll make you cum ‘til you go stupid later, yeah?”
MDNI ! i have two words - PANTY. STUFFING. he goes feral, thanks. established relationship. implied freaky af sex life. enjoy~
Panty stuffing with Enjin is you stuffing whatever garment you’re wearing for the day inside his mouth while getting frisky with him because for the love of god and anything holy the man cannot shut up when you get him going. And he’s not low voiced or quiet about it either - dirty talk, singing his praises about how good you’re taking his cock or just groaning like his life depended on it, it's like he wants everyone to hear how good he’s getting.
The first time you’d done it, he had already shoved you on your knees, pretty lips puckered around the weeping head of his thick cock. Not even a few minutes since you began slobbering on his twitching length, he’s already hissing and moaning about shit baby, so fuckin’ good, look at that mouth swallowing me up, takin’ me allll the wayy back- trained you good right? Just for my cock mghmm-
And listen, it wouldn’t have been a problem, not when you loved to hear him loud and messy when you two fucked. Listening to him lose his shit like he’s the one with a dick up his hole gets you hot, the kind of arousal that burns through your brain cells and turns you into a maniac determined to draw more of those noises out of him- except, Enjin has no restraint and you’d rather really not get caught moaning around his dick while he fucked your throat.
So what you did when he was fisting your hair and groaning like a pornstar was to pull off his slick length, stand up and take off your drenched panties. The action had been almost autopilot, derived from the times where Enjin nosed at your panties while he urged you to lock your legs around his head, eye rolling and breathing you in while his tongue tried to make out with your clit through the fabric. Enjin barely had time to murmur in confusion, dazed, his noises cut short when you promptly shoved the wet panties in his mouth.
The reaction was instantaneous. A muffled- but loud enough to pass through the makeshift gag- groan escaped him, head spilling back as his cock twitched against the meat of your thigh, thick fingers on your waist turning tight. The sight of him becoming unmade by the gesture got you clenching, drenched between the slick skin of your thigh, absolutely filthy. You couldn’t do anything but yelp when Enjin switched your positions- you suddenly arched against the wall of wherever alley he snuck you two in, cheeks pressed against a grimy wall that you would’ve bitched about if you were in the right mind but all you could’ve think of at that moment was the sensation of his cock gliding between the wet mess of your folds, his hands bruising a print on your waist and your panty soaked with the saliva that’s currently dripping out of Enjin’s mouth.
A glance from your shoulder got you whimpering. Enjin’s stare was hot enough to melt, wild in the eyes, your panties gritted between his teeth and a noticeable bulge in his cheeks. You were as wild as him, just as insatiable, but this was the first time you felt a little intimated with how hungry he looked.
A grunt, his noises somehow only slightly muffled, Enjin didn’t fuck into you. Instead, he held your hips and pulled you on his cock, a slow drag that got you moaning like you’re the one who needs to be gagged, back arched and feeling every inch of his thick, veined, pierced cock. Your eyes already rolled back by the time he started really thrusting, his noises gagged but somehow still loud, nearly drowned by the slop slop slop of your cunt greedily sucking his dick in.
When he bends over you, clothes slick with sweat, your back to his chest, his left fingers hone on your clit like they’ve got trackers while his right ones found a home in your mouth, salt exploding on your tongue while he fingered the wet heat pass your lips the same way the prince albert piercing on his bell tip dick kissed your cervix. Like this, you hear him better. What used to be pornographic noises are reduced to guttural groans, deep vibrations from his chest that shakes you to the bone more than the large cock drilling into you.
He's an animal on top of you, hips slamming hard on the soft meat of your ass, his body bowed to meet your arched back. You can’t make out his words, incoherent rough noises that sound like it came from a shredded voice box. It didn’t matter though, not really. It wasn’t like you had any more brain capacity to comprehend what he was saying, not with how he’s rearranging your guts and carving your pussy open worse than he usually does.
Was shoving your panties in Enjin’s mouth efficient and effective? No, because you’re damned sure it just made him louder. Would you do it again? Absolutely. Maybe you’ll choke him the next time you ride him, just to see if that’d be enough to knock the noises back to his constricting throat.
Obsessed with the idea of you, a sphereite falling on The Ground and being found by Raiders. Since it’s rare that anyone survives the fall they decide to hold you captive, but you promise to cooperate.
Their boss scares you the most since he not only looks scary, but he also hates sphereites. You do your best to stay out of his way and learn to adapt to their cause.
Days pass and you become better at acting like someone who belongs in the Raiders, but you still keep your distance from Zodyl, even after the first time he said “good job“ to you.
Not even the fact that he started trusting you with information and small missions made you feel easy. You were always so tense in his presence, swallowing the lump in your throat when he’d stand tall, towering over your much smaller form.
That’s why you were surprised when he suddenly leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss.
horny gris thoughts in which he takes off his shirt and your eyes just zeroes on his very thick and very nice happy trail which leads to an equally very thick and very nice prize likee ughhhh
'bout to lead my tongue down south, kiss it from the top and swallow down the base likee just imagine, on your knees and following that trail, fingers slowly hooking on the waistband of his pants while his hands settled on your head, holding. Both of your eyes caught in a heated look as your lips softly pressed on his stomach, kissing, following, smelling his musk and practically drooling as Gris' cock slowly hardened into a bulge, heat passing through the thick fabric of his pants while you pulled it down, eye contact breaking as you finally revealed your prize, already leaking a wet patch on his boxer, hair thicker at the base, scent stronger, so undeniably him, mind blanking as you nosed at his erection, his groan music to your ears-
