୧ ‧₊˚ 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝓖.𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 and his pretty secretary... or fiancé..? ⋅ ✰
everyone thinks gojo satoru, heir to japan’s largest corporation, is impossible to tie down. Cold, arrogant, and rumored to have a different woman on his arm every week. so when he suddenly announces that his overworked secretary is actually his fiancée, the entire company is left stunned.
toji crying at his daughters highschool graduation... :( (papa toji x fem reader)
the photographer you guys hired is trying desperately to get a normal picture while your daughter keeps laughing halfway through every shot.
shes standing out in the sun in her graduation gown, fixing her hair between pictures and trying her absolute best whenever the photographer asks her to pose a certain way, and all you can think is how pretty she looks.
you dont notice it at first, hes standing beside you with his arms crossed, broad shoulders stiff beneath his button up, watching your daughter while she smiles for the camera. then your hand brushes his arm and you glance up, immediately pausing when you catch the look on his face.
his jaw is clenched tight and his eyes are so glossy.
before you can even say anything, a tear slips down his cheek. and you stare at him, almost shocked that youre able to keep it together more than he is.
"toji, are you crying?" you ask softly, shuffling closer.
his head turns so fast it almost makes you laugh.
"ain't cryin'." he grunts, pressing his tongue to the inside of his cheek. the denial would have been much stronger if there wasnt another tear already making its way down his face.
he almost angrily wipes at his eyes and looks away toward the photographer again like that somehow fixes the situation.
across the lawn, your daughter is smiling through another picture, sunlight catching on her gown while she laughs at something the photographer says, and the second toji looks at her again, his expression crumples completely.
"fucks sake." he mutters under his breath, dragging a hand over his face, "look at 'er."
you look at her, and shes beautiful, the same little girl who used to spend most her time in her dads arms, the same little girl who used to hold onto two of his fingers instead of his whole hand.
toji shakes his head slowly, eyes fixed on her, his voice cracks barely. "swear to god she was a baby five minutes ago."
you smile softly, your hand rubbing the junction between his shoulders, reaching up to kiss his cheek.
"baby, shes eighteen." you murmur.
toji looks away because that physically pains him. he can feel his heart clenching, tears continuing to roll down his cheeks even though hes trying so hard to keep composure. his baby is all grown, and he cant take it.
youre laughing and getting emotional at the same time, your hand still rubbing his shoulders. the photographer calls for parents to join the next set of pictures, and your daughter immediately waves both of you over with the biggest smile on her face.
toji takes one look at her and lets out a long suffering sigh, shaking his head while rubbing at his eyes again.
"aint no reason she oughta be this grown already." he grumbles.
you hook your arm through his and lean into his side, feeling him immediately wrap an arm around your waist.
by the time you reach your daughter, tojis still visibly emotional, trying and failing to hide it while his daughter laughs at him for crying, and the look he gives her is so full of love it almost hurts to see.
your daughter smiles softly as she moves to hug him, and toji wraps his arms around her as he reciprocates it, holding her tight. his eyes are still glossy as he presses a kiss to her hair, hecause all he can see when he looks at her is the little girl who used to fit in his arms.
a/n: oh my god shes just his baby thats his baby girl😭😭😭😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢 toji cant take this hes gonna start begging you for another one LMFAO
୧ ‧₊˚ 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝓖.𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 and his pretty secretary... or fiancé..? ⋅ ✰
everyone thinks gojo satoru, heir to japan’s largest corporation, is impossible to tie down. Cold, arrogant, and rumored to have a different woman on his arm every week. so when he suddenly announces that his overworked secretary is actually his fiancée, the entire company is left stunned.
art by yunonoai. i recreated the purple divider above this. please tag me if u use it ♡ other dividers by cheriisoda and pixopix
૮₍ satoru ⑅₎ა who treats the entire office like his personal kingdom. People straighten up the second they hear his shoes clicking down the hallway, but somehow he always seems especially irritating with you. He drops folders onto your desk with a lazy, “Need this done before lunch,” then disappears before you can argue.
૮₍ satoru ⑅₎ა who is annoyingly perfect at his job. Cold, efficient, untouchable. Even when you’re furious at him, you can’t deny he’s good at what he does, which only makes your resentment worse because he clearly knows it too.
૮₍ satoru ⑅₎ა whose office smells expensive. Crisp cologne, coffee, and the faint scent of whatever luxury detergent rich people use. You hate that you associate the smell with long nights spent working overtime because of him.
૮₍ satoru ⑅₎ა who doesn’t flirt with you at first. That’s the problem. He flirts with everyone else. Receptionists giggle when he walks by, executives’ daughters practically throw themselves at him during company dinners, and gossip spreads about whatever model or actress was spotted leaving his penthouse that week.
૮₍ satoru ⑅₎ა who makes you stay late constantly, then has the nerve to look confused when you snap at him one night and tell him you actually have a life outside this company.
૮₍ satoru ⑅₎ა who starts unconsciously relying on you for everything. His coffee order. His schedule. Which tie matches which suit. He’ll bark, “Where’s my blue file?” across the office before remembering other employees exist.
૮₍ satoru ⑅₎ა whose grandfather absolutely adores you because you’re the only employee who doesn’t kiss his grandson’s ass. The old man laughs every single time you glare at Gojo during meetings.
૮₍ satoru ⑅₎ა who accidentally blurts out that you’re his fiancée during a family dinner because he panics after hearing the words arranged marriage for the tenth time that night.
૮₍ satoru ⑅₎ა who immediately turns to you afterward like you’re the unreasonable one for looking horrified.
૮₍ satoru ⑅₎ა who says, “Just play along for a little while,” as if he didn’t just ruin your entire life in front of a room full of billionaires.
૮₍ satoru ⑅₎ა whose family becomes obsessed with you overnight. Suddenly flowers are arriving at your desk. His grandmother wants your ring size. His grandfather keeps asking when the wedding is.
૮₍ satoru ⑅₎ა who offers you an absurd amount of money to keep pretending to be engaged to him, and gets offended when you tell him he’s insufferable enough that no amount of money feels worth it.
૮₍ satoru ⑅₎ა who starts acting weirdly protective once the fake engagement begins. If another executive talks down to you during meetings, Gojo cuts them off with an icy smile that makes the entire room tense.
૮₍ satoru ⑅₎ა who insists on driving you home after late nights because “my fiancée taking the subway at midnight looks bad for me.”
૮₍ satoru ⑅₎ა who absolutely cannot act normal during fake couple moments. He’s smooth with everyone else, but with you there’s this strange stiffness to him sometimes, like he’s overthinking every little thing.
૮₍ satoru ⑅₎ა who stares at you for half a second too long the first time you fix his tie before an event. His ears go slightly pink, and he immediately gets mean afterward to compensate.
૮₍ satoru ⑅₎ა who learns your habits embarrassingly quickly. He knows exactly how you take your coffee, which snacks disappear first from the office vending machine, and when you’re about to get a stress headache before you even say anything.
૮₍ satoru ⑅₎ა who keeps accidentally slipping into domestic behavior. Holding doors open for you automatically. Saving you a seat during meetings. Texting you when he gets home after business trips without realizing how boyfriend-ish it sounds.
૮₍ satoru ⑅₎ა who gets irrationally annoyed whenever someone calls you by your last name instead of “Mrs. Gojo” during fake engagement events.
૮₍ satoru ⑅₎ა who has a massive penthouse that somehow still feels lonely. The first time you go there for contract-related fake dating reasons, you realize how empty it actually is despite all the expensive furniture.
૮₍ satoru ⑅₎ა who secretly likes when you yell at him because everyone else is too intimidated to do it. You call him an arrogant asshole to his face and he just stares at you with this weirdly entertained look.
૮₍ satoru ⑅₎ა who is horrible at receiving care. If he gets sick from overworking, he insists he’s fine while looking seconds away from collapsing at his desk.
૮₍ satoru ⑅₎ა who starts smiling more around the office after the fake engagement begins, and everyone notices immediately. Unfortunately for you, this leads to endless teasing from coworkers asking if you’ve “finally tamed” him.
૮₍ satoru ⑅₎ა who’s terrifyingly good at physical affection in public. His arm around your waist feels natural. His thumb rubbing circles against your hand during family dinners feels natural. Which is a problem, because none of it should feel real.
૮₍ satoru ⑅₎ა who has absolutely zero actual relationship experience despite his reputation. You assume he’s some experienced playboy because of rumors and tabloid gossip, meanwhile he’s internally fighting for his life every time you get too close to him.
૮₍ satoru ⑅₎ა who one day realizes he’s started thinking of you as his real fiancée long before either of you have actually talked about feelings.
૮₍ satoru ⑅₎ა who shows up one morning and finds you asleep at your desk because you stayed up helping your parents with the family restaurant/store/accounting stuff the night before.
૮₍ satoru ⑅₎ა whose fridge contains imported water, expensive champagne, and literally nothing else meanwhile your family’s fridge is packed with leftovers, labeled containers, and six different sauces in reused jars.
૮₍ satoru ⑅₎ა who cannot comprehend why you refuse to let him buy you expensive things. The first time he casually hands you a designer bag because “you looked at it too long,” you nearly throw it back at his head.
૮₍ satoru ⑅₎ა who gets dragged to your neighborhood for the first time and looks hilariously out of place in his luxury suit while old aunties openly gossip about him from across the street.
૮₍ satoru ⑅₎ა who’s painfully aware your parents don’t trust him at first. To them he’s just another cold rich man who probably sees their daughter as disposable.
૮₍ satoru ⑅₎ა who slowly starts looking forward to dinners at your house because it’s the first time in years someone’s made him feel like part of a family instead of a business asset.
૮₍ satoru ⑅₎ა who slowly starts looking forward to dinners at your house because it’s the first time in years someone’s made him feel like part of a family instead of a business asset.
૮₍ satoru ⑅₎ა who nearly malfunctions the first time your mom fusses over him and packs him leftovers to take home.
૮₍ satoru ⑅₎ა who has no idea how normal people function. You once mention waiting for payday before buying something and he genuinely pauses because the concept has literally never applied to him before.
husband!simon riley when you've gotten comfortable
before you got married, you always demonstrated the more polished side of yourself. dolling yourself up for dates, wearing the prettiest outfits, and doing your hair in your favorite styles. you kept lipgloss on you at all times, the plumping kind so you'd always figure out when simon got to curious and tried it for himself (he always had to pocket it for you).
simon loved that side of you. the soft, feminine and put together side of you. the one that simon wanted to protect because more often than not, he looked more like a guard dog rather than your boyfriend.
but things changed when you married and moved in, and you weren't put together all the time. you wore baggy clothes you'd stolen from simon, your figure lost in the fabric that fell to just above your knees. your hair tied lazily, or most of the time just a straight mess. your skin void of any makeup, and you just lounged around the house because simon paid all the bills.
and simon fucking loved it. seeing you in a natural state that you trust him with turns him on more than he can admit. he's the type of guy to pause as he passes the couch, shake his head with an accusatory finger jab, mumbling "you tempt me," and walks off like nothing happened.
more often than not, he's taking you to bed. splitting you apart on his cock while you wear his shirt, hair getting even more mussed against the bedding. all while grunting and groaning about how you tempt him every time he enters the house, resisting the urge to bend you over every available—like he doesn't already.
Pairing: Bestie!Enjin x Black!Fem!Reader (Friends to Lovers)
Synopsis: You love it when Enjin smokes. You especially love it when he takes you out to dance and party. Only because it gives you a chance to be close to him without it being weird or feeling guilty about it. Secretly, you've been attracted to your friend for some time now and it doesn't help when he looks so fucking good smoking blunts and those cancer sticks. You ache for him to put you in his mouth like that, but you've always pushed these feelings aside...until a simple smoke and dance session turns into something more when Enjin poses as your boyfriend for the night.
Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); Reader Has Braids; Clubbing; Secret Crush; Sexual Tension; Mutual Pining; Finger/Hand Kink; Shotgunning; Marijuana & Alcohol; Tipsy/High Sex; Crush Confession; Alley Way/Public Sex; Deepthroat; Spitting; Enjin Got A Big Ol' Dick; Dick Piercing; Nipple Piercings; Tattoo Kink; Clothed Sex; Pussy Eating; Fingering; Daddy Kink; Switchy Dom!Enjin x switchy sub!Reader; Against The Wall; PIV; No Creampie; Cum On Ass; Aftercare
Word Count: 9.7k
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer's Note: My very first Enjin one shot is HERE!!! EVERYBODY CLAP!!! If you know me, you know I loooooove me some Gachiakuta & some of that tall hot dumb ass blonde. I'm so excited for S2 & if y'all haven't watched the show yet PLEASE DO IT. Gachiakuta is so goddamn good it should be illegal. I hope y'all enjoy this one! <3 -love, Jazz
Credits: Divider made by @cursed-carmine!
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Song · 2023 · Duration 3:07
Enjin's golden-yellow eyes, sharp like a cat's, slightly hooded from the tequila he consumed and the marijuana smoke wafting through the air, slowly slide over to look at you curiously. "You’re starin’ at me."
You blink at him, having momentarily impaired hearing due to the pounding of the rap music throbbing against the walls and your temples...
And since you've been staring at his fingers and mouth for the past ten minutes. "What? No, I’m not."
But you were and you still are as Enjin's plump, sultry lips pull into a smirk as he takes another drag of his cigarette.
He holds it between his thumb and forefinger, big, thick, and roped in that seductive ink like the rest of his hands. "You are. Like dead center, mama. It’s kinda freakin’ me out."
Enjin's golden-yellow eyes, sharp like a cat's, slightly hooded from the tequila he consumed and the marijuana smoke wafting through the air, slowly slide over to look at you curiously. "You’re starin’ at me.”
You blink at him, having momentarily impaired hearing due to the pounding of the rap music throbbing against the walls and your temples...and since you've been staring at his fingers and mouth for the past five minutes. "What? No, I’m not.”
But you were and you still are as Enjin's plump, sultry lips pull into a smirk as he takes another drag of his cigarette. He holds it between his thumb and forefinger, big, thick, and roped in that seductive ink like the rest of his hands. "You are. Like dead center, mama. It’s kinda freakin’ me out."
He then gives you that humorous smirk he is known for, crooked and silly, meaning that he’s joking the way only Enjin, leader of the Cleaners and your closest friend, can. You tsk, shoving him roughly in his muscular arm. “Shut up. No, I wasn’t.”
The blonde just chuckles, smoke billowing from his lips as he does so. It wafts through the marijuana-scented air, courtesy of every single person at this party being Mary Jane lovers, with a few who are more prone to cigarettes and vapes.
"I promise you were," he laughingly says. "What, don’t like the smell? I got somethin’ on my face?" He begins to touch on his cheeks and lips, trying to check out his appearance.
You laugh, flicking the cigarette between his fingers. "Yeah, that cancer stick of yours. You know how I feel about those things, Jin."
Enjin just tsks, clucking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he puffs on his cig despite your indifference and intolerance to it. "Please!" he scoffs. "You've been drinkin' like a fish since we left for the party and you wanna talk about me smokin' the stuff I always smoke?"
You glare at him even though he's right about you pregaming something bad before you left for a Canvas Town party. The colorful, graffiti-ridden town is the exact place you'd want to be for a party. You'll find the most colorful people in one room from all over the world, forced together in the Pit and trying to find any slice of normalcy and fun that they can.
The music is loud and vibrates throughout the room, making the bass pound against the graffiti-slick walls and against your temples. Your head feels slightly foggy from the smoke curling in the air and the tequila shots you did with the gang before heading out the door.
Gris drove, much to Enjin's dismay, but at least Enjin got the Aux cord this time around. "Nobody wants to listen to that Taylor Swift shit you got on your phone, Gris!" he laughed at the driver. "Hey, Siri, play me some Cardi B!"
The entire ride was filled with rap battles and you sneaking sips with Riyo of the extra bottle of peach vodka she packed in her bag. Between a couple sips and three tequila shots, you were damn well drunk. You only did it as a way to gain some liquid courage for yet another social outing with your sexy best friend who you are absolutely, embarrassingly attracted to....
And refuse to tell him. It is something you have sworn off uttering even to yourself. Enjin and you have too tight of a bond for it to be tainted by your stupid affections and borderline perverted thoughts.
Even though you long to feel his tatted fingers squeezing parts of you that you squeeze in the late night.
Or feel his tongue, tasting of ash, swirling with yours in a heated kiss.
Or see if that legendary theory on big men being big everywhere else is true for a mammoth of a man like the tall, hot blonde standing next to you. 'God,' you think to yourself, disgusted with such limping. 'You're fucking pathetic, bitch.'
Luckily, Semiu, your best girl, comes strutting over with Rudo in tow, looking totally bewildered and slightly scared of such an environment. She dances over to you and Enjin against the wall, away from the rest of the dancing crowd under the flashing strobe lights casting rainbow colors all across the room. She is dressed in her party best: a tight, cut-out top cropped to her midriff, hip-hugging jeans, and boots.
"Not you two over here arguin'," she chuckles, sipping on her Jack n Coke. "Girl, you know Enjin ain't gonna stop with them cigarettes just 'cause they piss you off...or not." She whispers the last word with a knowing smirk and you glare at her.
"Or not?" Enjin parrots, raising a curious brow at your mutual friend. "Watchu mean? From what I'm see, this short stack is about to bite my hand off." He teases you by placing his big hand on your head, making you shove him away. He just loves teasing you for your shortness.
It doesn't help that you often imagine his tall, fine ass scooping you up, carrying you around like his personal princess, and fucking you up against the wall. 'Damn,' you think. 'I shouldn't have drank so much.'
You're about to give Semiu your red solo cup of spiked fruit punch that you've only been casually sipping on for the past 30 minutes, but then here comes Zanka stumbling over, drunk as fuck because the guy swears he can hold is liquor. "Ah, there you guys are!" he hollers, tipsy. "They stocked up on more of those Jell-O shots at the bar if you want any. I fought for these two."
He shows off two cherry red and blue raspberry shots, flashing a smile at you and the crew. Riyo comes over too, shimmying her hips to the music in her skirt and kicks, a beer in her hand. Enjin welcomes his unofficial daughter over to stand with him, causing him to rub his arm against yours.
The slight touch and the scent of his cologne, spicy yet sweet, nearly make you jump out of your skin. So you decide that you need something stronger than the spiked punch in your cup.
"I'll take one," you say and practically snatch the cherry one. "Thanks, Zanka." You down it in one go, surprising Enjin and Semiu who have been watching you and your usual alcohol intake closely tonight. "Jeez, take it easy, tiger," Enjin mutters, taking the cup and downing the rest after you. Kind of like an indirect kiss.
You don't get a chance to think too deeply into it because the tall blonde is clapping an arm on Rudo's shoulder like a certified uncle. "Rudo, nephew! Ya want some shots?"
That's a whole child, Enjin!" you scoff with a scowl. "He can't drink!" The scraggly, mean-looking kid shoots you a glare, arms crossed over his chest. "I can too! I've had plenty alcohol before I was put down here!"
Riyo chuckles and steps in, wrapping an around around Rudo's neck. "Don't worry, Rudo. I'm sure I can work my magic on the bartender. C'mon!" She gives you a wink and walks off with her long legs in tow, disappearing with Rudo into the crowd. Zanka follows, yelling for Riyo to wait for him.
Enjin sighs, already looking disappointed at his buzz being ruined by some oncoming BS. "Lemme go follow 'em before the bar guy hits on her." He takes another drag of his cigarette before stubbing it out against the wall where other cigarette smudges stain the graffiti.
His golden eyes trail over you and Semiu still plastered on the wall. "You two stay here. This place is like a fuckin' maze." And it is–you feel like the crowd has turned into walls themselves, boxing you into the sweat-slick room. "You're tellin' me what to do now?" you scoff. "What a daddy you are."
You regret the words, emboldened by the alcohol and contact high, as soon as they are out of your mouth. But Enjin only smirks, raising a brow at you. "I could be, but you ain't ready for that conversation yet. I mean, I'm already your man for tonight, ain't I?"
You are silent, unable to reply, so he gives you a wink and vanishes into the crowd, but not entirely. He's too tall to not stand out in the throng of people with his long limbs, tattoos, and radiating confidence.
Truly the perfect fake boyfriend for tonight's festivities. You had gotten sick and tired of strange, lustful men bothering you at parties and nights out at the club, so you proposed the idea to Enjin. Really as a joke, but the man took it seriously. "Well, why don't I just act like I'm your man for the night?" he suggested. "I'll warn you though: some dudes won't even care, but they will once they get my foot up their ass."
And so he's been taking his role seriously, placing a hand on your back and brushing hair out of your face, all within the confines of this party. Never outside...even though you'd very much like it to be.
Now alone with Semiu, your best girl and the only one who knows your deepest, darkest secret, she takes a chance on bringing it up. "So how's that thing with pretendin' you're not in love with Enjin and you don't want him to be your boyfriend goin'?" she bluntly asks.
You roll your eyes as she smokes her vape, the scent of pineapple wafting through the air. "Don't start. Enjin is just my fake boyfriend tonight for safety reasons. And I'm not in love with him."
You give her a 'come hither' motion with a flick of your glossy, red nails and she passes the vape. You don't usually smoke the way Enjin does, preferring edibles over blunts or E-pens, but you need something to take the edge off. You take a slow drag of the vape, the scent and slight taste of pineapple hitting your nostrils and tastebuds.
Between the alcohol and the vapor, you feel dizzy and faded. Unsteady, so you hold onto the wall for balance. Semiu notices and takes the vape from you...and your cup. "No. You just wanna suck the skin off his—"
"Semiu!" you gasp, flushing hot. The tall, ebony-skinned girl laughs, waving a hand. "Oh, c'mon, honey! It ain't no secret to me. You've been eye-fuckin' the dude for years."
"Not true," you huff. Semiu just gives you a knowing look behind her spectacles, not even believing your utter bullshit. "And fine, okay, I like him...but how do you expect me to tell him when we've been friends for so long? It'll never happen!"
Semiu raises an eyebrow, confused. "Why? 'Cause you think he'd reject you? He'd be stupider than he is now to do that."
You smile at your bestie's compliment, kissing her cheek and making it sticky with your cherry-flavored Fenty Beauty lip oil. "You're sweet, but that's not it. It's just that..."
You trail off, biting your lip, but Semiu understands. Only she can. You both know that Enjin gets around. It isn't entirely his fault since he was born with some attractive genes...including his big dick that you've only managed to glimpse at in his basketball shorts and grey sweats. How can you expect him not to be the apple of everyone's eye?
Though you can't help the green envy that courses through you when you hear the headboard banging and the moans drifting through the bedroom wall after he brings a new conquest home from the club or the bar.
"Plus, I'm not even his type," you continue, embracing yourself as the booze and smoke begins to intensify your disappointment. "Enjin likes the taller, thicker chicks."
Semiu raises a brow at you, her golden eyes flickering down to your backside. "Are you not thick?" she asks, staring dead at your ass. "'Cause from what I see, sweetie, you're like a snicker."
You grin, flushing at her compliment. You're a short girl who has been blessed with thick thighs, big tits, and a shapely figure curtesy of your ass and wide hips. You have your littering of cellulite on your asscheeks and stretch marks on your thighs, but you've always carried these imperfections with confidence.
But with Enjin, it's a different story. Not that you'd ever change yourself for him, but to not be the type of girl that your crush wants you to be is damn near a tearjerker. It's like the universe is laughing at you in some way.
Speaking of the universe fucking with you, it continues to fuck with you some more by sending over a new courter that isn't the man who'd want it to be. "From what I see too," an unfamiliar voice says.
You and Semiu turn, facing a tall man with long dreads despite his pasty skin and emerald green eyes. He is obviously drunk—the guy can barely stand on his own two feet and nearly sloshes his bottle of Henny on himself. "Sorry but I couldn't help but notice you from across the room. You single?"
You blink at the man, momentarily dumbfounded by his sudden appearance. "Um—"
"Nah," Enjin suddenly answers for you. You squeak in surprise when you find him standing by your empty side, now holding a blunt between those wickedly long, inked fingers. "Sorry, man, but she's with me. I'm her boyfriend."
The man scoffs, grinning mockingly at Enjin. "You? With them painted nails?"
You can tell Enjin is getting irritated by the way his smile sharpens and a crease in his brows appears. He barely gets mad (only when someone is fucking with his friends), but when he does, he's an entirely different person. "Yep," he answers, popping the p. "And they're hot, ain't they? She painted 'em for me. She likes how they look on her."
He takes his black-painted fingers and interlaces them with yours, red and black together. You swallow hard at the zing of electricity that shoots through you at the sudden contact, even if it's supposed to be fake.
Enjin smirks at the drunk man, cocking his head at him. "Anythin' else you wanna know, dickhead? Or do I have to make you get out of her face?" He still swears that smirk but it is sharp. Edged. A silent dare to try him. "Whatever," the guy scoffs, sipping on his Henny and getting more on him than in him. "She's too short anyway."
Then he stalks off as the music transitions to something dancehall based, the upbeat drums and guitar speaking to you. "You didn't have to do that," you tell Enjin, your voice slightly breathless. "Semiu would've choked him."
Semiu nods, having gotten closer to you since the guy arrived. Enjin snorts, rolling his eyes. "And risk her scratchin' up her lens? Plus, it's my job as your boyfriend tonight to fend off the horny bastards in your face."
He squeezes your hand and you now realize that his hand is still locked with yours. His skin, lighter and slightly golden despite No Man's Land being void of sunlight, completely contrasts your melanated skin the way your bright red nails do. You find it sexy.
Realizing what's happening OR what may happen, Semiu clears her throat and bumps her hip with yours. "Well, if y'all will excuse me, I'm gonna go catch me a dance." Before you can protest or cuss her out, she saunters away to catch a whine with the pretty dark-skinned beauty with the seashells in her Afro standing by the bar.
Then it's just you and Enjin, the very reason it's so hard to breathe sometimes. This is so stupid! He's your best friend and here you are acting like a lovesick, simpin'-ass girl around him! You're so sick of yourself that you crave another drink just to kick this fluttery feeling that makes you feel so awkward around him.
"Want a hit, shorty?" he suddenly asks. You turn, seeing him draw smoke from his blunt. His black nails glisten beneath the strobe lights as do his eyes, becoming red from the marijuana kicking in his system.
"Don't call me that," you scoff, kicking his shin, making him chuckle. "And no, I'm good. Direct hits make me dizzy." Hence why you don't smoke like that. Plus, if you get this aroused off the drank, how can you trust yourself with weed?
You watch as smoke billows out of Enjin's nostrils and from between his parted lips, making butterflies swarm your tummy. "I could always shotgun ya." You raise an eyebrow at this, confused. "Shotgun? What's that?"
The blonde quirks a brow at you, curious and shocked. "You don't know what a shotgun is? When someone blows smoke in your mouth?"
Your eyes widen an inch at the idea of him doing that you and you slip your hand out of his, only realizing now that he's been still holding it. "Boy, what?" you guffaw. "Nah, I'm good with all that."
Too late, you realize how harsh you come off to Enjin, seeing his lips crease into a frown. You don't mean it to come off so bitchy towards him, but it's hard when all you want to do is kiss him and suck the smoke out of his mouth into yours. He peers down at you, alarmed and worried. "You sure you're okay? You're kinda on edge. Is it that guy?"
Under his stare of pure worry for you, you feel guilt slice into you. Why are you acting like this? Why is it so hard for you to push these feelings to the side? "No, no, I..." You pause, sighing. "Sorry. I guess it's all the people. I can only handle all of these people for so long."
Which isn't exactly a lie. As much as you love a good night out partying, at some point being around a slew of drunk, faded strangers drains your battery. Enjin knowingly smiles, still puffing on his blunt. His hooded eyes combined with the clouds of smoke floating through the air makes you clench your thighs together under your dress.
"Mmm-hmm, I getcha. That's what the blunts and the booze are for. Takes the edge off and makes you real friendly." He winks at you, playful yet comforting. "Real friendly?" you giggle. "Is that why I'm always hearin' that headboard?"
Now it's Enjin's turn to blush, his cheeks turning a bright rogue. "Fuck you. That's private!" You tsk, raising an eyebrow up at him. "For it to be so private, you're awfully loud." Enjin feigns embarrassment, plastering on that signature smirk. "You're just mad 'cause you wish it was you."
It's a quip that only he can make given your relationship—built on platonic flirting that you've been thinking about more and more lately—, but the comment makes your pulse pound and gives you a second heartbeat. Because you do. You really, really do want it to be you.
But you also don't want to just be another hookup for Enjin either, so you push the thought away and give his quip right back on a silver platter. "Well, I've seen the guys you've brought home before. They're fine as fuck."
Enjin's easy-going smile falters a bit and the light in his eyes flickers. "Oh...you meant with the other guys. Y-Yeah, that's what I meant." He clears his throat and looks away, taking another hit of his blunt, his cheeks still stained red.
You're confused. The sudden switch in his attitude is like a switch flicking. Did you say something wrong? Before you can think too deep into it, the music shifts to a song you both know and the familiar beat ignites something in you.
Enjin smirks at you, already knowing you ache to move. "C'mon, let's dance," he suggests. You whine in protest and he rolls his eyes at your defiance. "C'moooon, don't tell me your social battery is so low that you don't even wanna dance with me!"
Those golden eyes like sunken treasure glittering with mirth, so familiar and so alluring, sink their hooks in you. Though the idea of being pressed against him on the crowded dance floor fills you with butterflies, you cannot resist him or his big, outstretched hand.
"Okay, fine," you giggle, taking his hand. "Let's dance...if you get me another drink." He smiles, puffing his blunt and blowing the smoke out away from your pretty face. "I can do that, no problem."
His thumb strokes your knuckles, trying to comfort you. "Just follow me," he says, his voice husky, crackling over your body like flames. You'd follow him to fucking space if he asked you to.
After he gets you another drink–a margarita this time–, he whisks you away to the dance floor. Throughout the short trip from the bar to the floor, he keeps his hands in yours, leading you through the maze of sweaty bodies. You can't help but think about how he'd for sure do this if he was your boyfriend and you were his girlfriend, the thought conjured by the warmth of his palm and the alcohol in your system.
When you finally get to the dance floor, the music shifts to another familiar dancehall song. One that has made you move your hips and wind your body in private in the past.
"Oooo, I love this song!" you laugh, finally feeling good with the music and the tequila in your system. Enjin smiles at your joy, standing with you in the middle of the floor, surrounded by strangers. You couldn't leave even if you tried, too boxed in between body after body.
You begin to dance, one hand on your drink and the other still holding Enjin's hand as you slowly move your hips from side to side, missing the way your friend gazes down at your waist. Suddenly, he releases your hand and wraps his big palm around your waist, pulling you closer. "C'mere, come close. I don't like the way these dudes are actin'."
You squeak as you're pushed against him, unaware of what he means besides the expected, obnoxious screaming and laughing from the scattering of drunk men around you with their friends.
You are now right against Enjin's chest, his hand laying on your waist. It isn't something that is foreign to you; not even dancing with him. There have been times where you've tossed ass on Enjin and he's caught what you've thrown, his hands securely on your waist.
But then again, those times were before you developed this stupid crush on him. You make the mistake of staring up at him, your heart flip-flopping when you realize that he's already looking at you. "Dance with me?" he suggests, the question coming out husky and rasped.
Liquid fire pools into your gut as you begin to sway with him despite the fast-paced dancehall beat, his hand still locked on your waist as he smokes his blunt with the other. His eyes are plastered on you. Only on you. You try to tell yourself that it's just for safety, but when he twirls you around to fit your back against his front, you're starting to think that maybe this "pretend boyfriend" role-play shit isn't so "pretend" anymore.
Enjin moves with you, never grinding into your ass but instead moving his hips with yours, side to side, becoming one. You find yourself leaning back into him, letting him engulf you into his big, muscular body and spicy scent. You aren't sure if this is even appropriate anymore. Was it ever appropriate before?
When you turn back around, those eyes like liquid gold are still on you, making it impossible to breathe properly. He puffs on his blunt as he peers down at you, those blonde flashes framing his black-rimmed eyes. "You sure you don't want a hit? Ya keep starin' at my blunt."
He smirks at you, flashing those pearly whites at you. He doesn't realize that you're staring because you imagine that the blunt is you instead. If only he could peer into your mind and see the nasty, lustful thoughts in it.
Every time you blink, you see those plush, pink lips sucking on your throbbing clit the way he does the blunt, those thick, long fingers disappearing inside of your dripping hole, curling up to make you scream in pleasure.
You swallow, breaking out into a nervous sweat that soaks your sundress. "N-No, really, I..." You trail off, your eyes drifting down to the blunt held firmly between his fingers. Fuck it. "You know what? I change my mind. Gimme a hit."
Enjin grins and passes you the blunt. "Theeeere we go," he praises. You've watched him smoke enough to know what to do and slowly take a drag, letting the smoke fill your lungs. You cough slightly from the first hit, but after another, it's smooth sailing.
When you blow the smoke from between your lips in an O ring, you feel relaxed and heavy like your bones have turned to jelly. The blonde grins, taking the blunt back from you. "Atta girl. Nice and relaxed now, right?"
He couldn't be farther from the truth. Even though the blunt has allowed you to become looser, it has also heightened your arousal...or maybe that's just Enjin laying his hand on your hip, pulling you close to him. You squeak, nearly kissing his chest with how close you are pressed against him."What are you doing?" you whisper.
You stare up at him, confused, but he looks so sure of himself and his actions. Does he want this? "I'm supposed to be actin' as your boyfriend tonight, right? Why not play the part?"
"Y-Yeah, but your hand..." You bite your lip, not sure how to finish your sentence. Do you want to tell him to stop? To keep going? To go lower?
"Is it too much?" he murmurs, the scent of marijuana on his tongue. "I can stop. Just tell me what you need." His voice is husky and smooth like Bourbon in your ear, making goose pimples pop all over your brown skin.
'You. I need you.' The thought comes out of nowhere, conjured by the blunt; the drinks; the atmosphere; the colorful dancehall music playing above you. Your hands itch to touch him and stroke his body. to feel his muscles under your fingertips. With how close you are, you could stand on your toes and kiss him right now, finally taking what you need—
"Jesus!" Enjin grunts, catching you when you nearly tumble with your margarita, sloshing it onto the floor. His arm snakes protectively around you, holding you as close as humanly possible against him. A girl stumbles by in her platform heels, sloppy and drunk. "Sorry!" she shouts, giving you a little wave before disappearing into the crowd.
Enjin looks down at you, concern written on his handsome face. "You good?" he whispers, still holding onto you tight. You're surprised you can even speak—the lump in your throat has gotten increasingly bigger. "Y-Yeah. Sorry, I-I need some air." The room feels too hot and tight, like the air has been sucked out of the room.
Immediately, the blonde is on it, jaw set and eyes determined. His only mission is getting you the fuck off the floor and outside. "C'mon, let's get outta here. I know a way out." He takes your hand and you ignore the electric shock that soars through you when he pulls you through the throng of people.
The nightclub that the party is located in has two floors; one of the most popular clubs in Canvas Town. Enjin leads you to the far back behind the bar and opens a door leading you into a narrow hallway, the walls littered in dark graffiti. The music and noise becomes muffled as he leads you through the hall and then vanishes once you're outside.
Or as "outside" as you can be down in the Pit. There are only the quiet businesses, graffitied walls, you, and Enjin. The only windows to the world up above are the few pocket holes hovering above you, the night sky glistening from above. The stars twinkle at you as does the big, fat moon, illuminating you...and your friend's dashingly good looks.
You drink in his eyes, sharp and alluring like a cat's; his dimpled cheeks; his angular nose and jawline; his long, blonde flashes and messy tufts of hair; the black and red ink lacing up his thick neck and underneath the collar of his jacket. God, why must he be so goddamn fine?!
"Ah, much better," he deeply sighs, tapping his blunt to sprinkle ashes on the ground. "Fresher air out here. O-Oh, my bad." He looks down at his hand still locked with yours and releases it, much to your disappointment. "It's fine," you mutter.
Silence descends upon you, a strange combination of awkward and content. There is still that edge of temptation still lingering at the surface...at least for you it is. You peek over at Enjin still puffing on the blunt, inhaling and exhaling, looking so calm. "Uh...s-so how exactly does that shotgun thing work?" you blurt out.
He turns to look at you, surprise flickering in his eyes. You're just as surprised as he is. Do you have any idea what you're alluding to asking this?!
"Uh...well, I'd have to lean down and blow the smoke in your mouth. You get high without hittin' the blunt." As if to demonstrate, he inhales the smoke and exhales, blowing an O ring through the air between you.
"So it's like an indirect kiss?" You aren't sure where the question comes from. They come out of you like word vomit, emboldened by the mixture of tequila and vodka in you. The blonde's eyes widen an inch, taken aback by your candor. "Well, if you say like that, then it's weird."
He chuckles a bit to ease the tension, but it doesn't help at all. You feel stupid. Dumb. Weird. "Oh," you reply, withering, looking away from him. "My bad. Forget I said anything. I-I don't know why—"
"Shut up," Enjin cuts in. His voice is deeper and blunt, making you button your lip (and your pussy throb). "Look at me." You do so, drowning in those eyes and the blue hue all over his face from the night closing in. "Tilt your chin up and part your lips in an O."
You do so, your lips trembling. The only sounds are of your shaky breaths and the muffled music from the club. Enjin smirks, those dimples popping. "You're shakin'," he sniggers. You shove at his chest; he barely even moves. "Shut up."
He gently brushes your arm, his touch electrifying as well as comforting. "Relax, mamas. It's just me." You shiver at his nickname for you even though Enjin is known for giving nicknames to you since you became friends: mamas; babes; baby; sweetheart; sunshine (when he's sarcastic); munchkin (when he's being a dick).
"Now close your eyes," he whispers. You tentatively do as he asks, your eyelids fluttering shut, cloaking you in darkness. You hear him inhale from the blunt and rasp out, "Take the hit" before a long rush of marijuana smoke enters your open mouth.
You take it all in and hold it in your chest, your heart hammering so fast that you're afraid you'll topple over. You exhale, the air knocked out of your lungs. "See? Nice, right?" His voice is silkier. Huskier than usual.
When you open your eyes, he is right there, mere inches from you, eyes hooded and lips looking more kissable than usual. You can't ignore it anymore–that heartbeat below or the tingling in your core at him being so near. He gazes at you so intimately, like...not as a friend should. "Enjin?" you question.
"Y/N," he says back, like it's an answer. He leans down and you lean up, slow and careful. Giving the other a chance to refuse the other. Neither one of you do. "We really shouldn't," he mutters, but then but then the blunt falls to the ground, forgotten, and his lips are suddenly on yours.
Your suspensions are validated: Enjin is a fantastic kisser. He kisses you slowly yet deeply, not being too rough or too soft. His lips are the right kind of soft and plump, reminding you of silk. Gently, he cups your jaw as he kisses you, swooping you up in his taste.
A soft moan of surprise leaves your lips before you fall into the kiss, your lips melding with his. He swallows your mewls and soft moans as he kisses you down, making his mouth sticky with your gloss. He gives you those moans right back, desperate and yearning, as you grip his shoulders and biceps, feeling him up. "Enjin," you softly whine. "What are you doing?"
Enjin pulls away enough to pant against your lips, sucking on your bottom lip. "What I should've fuckin' done a long time ago," he growls before his lips are back on yours, silencing you, making you dizzy with his taste.
You are totally high off of him. Higher than the weed could ever make you or take you.
You can feel how warm and hard he is as your hands indulge in his body under his layers of oversized clothes. His big hands drag down your back, feeling you up. They end up falling on the curve of your ass poking out of your dress. You end up pressed against the wall, caught between the solid stone and him.
"I'm sorry, babe," he exhales, "but I've wanted you. I always wanted to tell you..." He pauses as a groan leaves his lips when he presses into you, his hips molding with yours.
You grind against his crotch as your hands stroke up his chest and his squeeze and mold the thick, soft globes of your ass under your dress, fingertips against skin. How you've ached for this. Longed for a taste. But reality is still there at the back of your mind. "Jin," you moan. "What about us? We're friends."
As if realizing this, he pulls away, eyes lust blown and lips parted. "We can stop if you want. All you need to do is say it and I'll do it." But the more he's here and the more you touch him, smell him, taste him, you know that you can never go back to being friends.
So why not jump in headfirst? "Don't stop," you keen. "Keep going." And how can he ever say no to pretty little you?
Quickly, he kisses you again, pushing you back against the wall. Instinctively, your hands trail down to cup his ass in his jeans, causing him to slip between your thighs as he continues to kiss you. He groans against your lips as you sigh into his mouth, sparks of pleasure exploding through you as he grazes your clit through your panties.
"God, you feel so fuckin' good," he groans. "Holdin' you like this on the dance floor..." His hands grip your ass a little more, possessive, making you moan. "I needed more. Needed to keep you close." One hand trails up your back to caress your spine while the other rests on your ass, coaxing you to continue to grind your hips into him.
His lips coat your throat in wet kisses, making you feel like a kettle about to burst. You need him now or you'll for sure go insane. "Enjin!" you whine. "Lower! I need you right here." Boldly, you take his hand and place it on your throbbing, beating pussy.
He stares at your hand and then at you, gobsmacked. "R-Right here?" he stammers. "Anyone could see—"
"I don't care," you whine, lust and need wrapping you up in a tight hold. "I want this...if you're okay with it." You know you're coming off as a needy slut right now, but goddammit, you've waited too long for this! Luckily, Enjin quite likes this side of you and gives you a panty-dropping smile. "God, baby, I always knew you was a freak, but not like this."
He begins to palm you through your panties, making you grind your wet, puffy slit against his palm. "You're so needy f'me that you want me to eat this pussy out in the open? That's so fuckin' hot."
He then replaces his hand with his cock, grinding his bulge against your panties, making you see stars. "God!" you gasp. His chuckle is soft and husky, filling your ears. "Can ya feel what you've done t'me, babe? I've never been this fuckin' hard in my life."
His hands grip your tits and begin to massage them through your dress, your hard nipples sensitive and rubbing against the fabric. "Wanted you so bad. Needed you for so long." To hear him say this nearly drives you to the brink of insanity and you nearly pounce on him. "M-Me too!" you whine. "Fuck, Enjin, just taste me! I can't take much more!"
Enjin's brow quirks at you, expectant. "What's the magic word?" You bite your glossy, sticky bottom lip, pressing your thighs tight together to avoid leaking down your legs. "Please," you whisper. "Please taste me."
He physically shivers at your breathless, sweet voice filling his eardrums and gives you a hot, sloppy, panty-dropping kiss. "Aww, that's a good girl," he coos. "Ask and you shall receive." You watch as he kneels before you and hikes your thigh up over one of his broad shoulders. "Relax," he murmurs, rubbing the outside of your thigh with his thumb. "I've gotchu."
"I-I know," you pant. He always does. Always so attentive and safe, your Enjin. Always keeping his family close to him no matter what. How you adore that side of him.
So how could you not fall deeper for him when he keeps his hands so firmly on your hips as pulls your panties aside with his teeth and he sucks on your pussy?
He gives you head like he's done it to you before, but you're sure he's sucked on many vaginas to be so comfortable between your thighs. "Fuck, Enjin!" you moan, your head lulling up against the wall as the cool metal to his tongue piercing melts against your hot, wet pussy.
His lips and tongue quickly become well acquainted with your soaked, puffy, pretty little pussy, licking, sucking, and lapping up your juices. You press yourself into him further, forcing him deeper into you. “That's it!” you keen, running your fingers through his blonde locks. “How are you so good at this shit?"
Enjin chuckles against your clit, the vibrations traveling through your core. "Just me, I guess," he mumbles before his fat tongue licks a long stripe along your slit. You can't keep quiet, having to cover your mouth to avoid alerting someone and having them see you pinned against the wall with your pussy in your best friend's mouth.
Enjin gives the impression that he wants to make up for all the wasted time, so he continues to lap at your sweet, pretty little cunt and moan as he does it, drunk off of the taste of you. You are drunk too–off his fat, pierced tongue; his fingers; his soft lips. "Sh-Shit, Jin, faster!" you beg through trembling lips. "Please! I need it faster!"
He pauses, staring up at through feral, golden eyes. "Faster, mama?" he pants. "I can do that. Anythin' to make you scream f'me."
His fingers trail over your puffy lips, making you whine. "Want some fingers too?" he asks. "Just two...unless you want more." You slowly nod, unsure of if you can speak, but he takes the message.
You gasp as he sheathes two long fingers inside of you, crooking them in a 'come hither' motion as he sucks on your clit. “You’re so good to me, baby girl,” he murmurs against your clit. “My girl taste so, so good."
You whimper at his words, gripping his hair while he tongue-fucks you against the wall, your slick dripping down your inner thighs and on his tongue. “O-Oh, fuck!” you loudly gasp, forgetting to cover your mouth. “Shit, Jin, yes!” You immediately pause, listening for any voices.
But you don't get to feel guilty for it for too long because Enjin's tongue and fingers are wiping all thoughts from your brain except for white hot pleasure. You have to cover your mouth again as you moan and whine into your palm, grinding and fucking that wet, gushing pussy onto his digits in time with him curling them up against that spot.
“I’m gonna cum, Jin,” you whined through your fingers. He blinks those eyes up at you, the eye contact making you crazy, and pulls his lips away while still finger fucking you stupid. “Beg,” he demands. “Beg for me to make you cum. Lemme hear it, mamas."
A hiccup of protest explodes out of you, fat tears pricking your eyes and threatening to ruin your mascara. Fuck your pride. Fuck the friendship. You need to cum. “Please!” you sob. “Please, Enjin, baby, I need you to make this pussy cum!”
That is more than enough for him. Like a wild animal, Enjin dives back into your pussy and laps at your clit while he strokes your insides with his fingers, drawing you closer and closer to your intense nut until it crashes down like a house of cards.
With a loud, drawn-out moan, you cream all over his mouth. He takes it all, his moans of pleasure mingling with your muffled ones as he laps hungrily at your pussy, slurping up your juices while his fingers slows its strokes inside of you.
Your body tenses and shakes as your orgasm runs through you, making your fingers clench his hair and your toes curl in your wedges. Once you come down from your high, Enjin pulls away and gently takes his fingers out of you, sucking you off of them.
He stands and presses his fingers to your glossy lips. “Taste yourself." You open your quivering mouth and obey, sucking yourself off of his fingers as you stare into his eyes. He groans, biting his lip at the sight. “Fuck, your mouth is so tight,” he pants.
You can't resist cupping his bulge between you, earning another hot, husky groan from him. "Let me please you too," you purr. "Let me taste you, Jin." How could any man ever resist such a naughty request?
And out in the open, where anyone could see you, Enjin allows you to get on your knees and take his big, veiny, thick, beautiful cock in your mouth. You are dickmatized from it as soon as it springs to life out of his briefs, slapping against his toned stomach and happy trail. You have never seen such a gorgeous dick in your life, and you aren't shocked that Enjin is carrying a third leg on him.
And he has a dick piercing. How sexier can this motherfucker get?!
Enjin watches you through slightly-red slits as you spit on his dick and stroke it, getting used to its thickness. "Shit," he exhales, filling you with pride. The sound of your hand pumping his wet cock fills the air, making your pussy gush between your naked thighs.
You stare into his eyes as you push him past your plump, sticky lips. He is much bigger than he appears, stretching out your mouth until your jaw aches. Your lips stretch around his length the more you take it, pushing past your throat. “Fuck,” he moans, his fingers lacing through your braids. “I knew you’d be good at this, baby. Such a big girl takin’ such a big dick.”
You moan around his cock, the vibrations traveling up his shaft, making him bite his bottom lip. Your plump lips slide up and down his veiny dick, stopping at his bulbous, pink, pierced tip before traveling back down to plunge his cock into your throat.
"Oh, f-fuck, baby!" he stammers, blushing at the lewd sight of you sucking the soul out of him. He has to place a hand on the wall to keep from tumbling over, bending his knees to begin slowly rocking his hips into your mouth.
Your nostrils fill with the scent of his cologne, body wash, and naturally spicy scent. You tast nothing but him, salty cum and warm skin mixing on your tongue. "S'good, Jin?" you wetly ask him, popping off of his cock. "You like my mouth?"
"Uh-huh," he pants, staring down at you in awe. "Give me more, mama. I'm beggin' you...and I don't fuckin' beg." But for you, he absolutely will.
Porn-worthy grunts and whines drip from his mouth as he continues to fuck your throat, taking his time. You begin to gag on his cock, stuffing your mouth full of him, doing your very best to not throw it all back up.
You thought he was deep before? Enjin shows you deep. "Let me fuck that pretty face," he grunts. "Wanna get that mouth fuckin’ pregnant. Can I do that, baby?”
He lifts your face up to look deep into his lustful, golden eyes. You find yourself nodding and then giving him a whimpering, “Y-Yes.”
"Tap me if it's too much." Then that big ol' dick is back in your mouth and plunging deeper down your throat. He groans as your throat flexes around his shaft as he uses your throat to get himself off, leaning his head back to give you a view of his thick neck.
You drink in his body, lifting his shirt up to expose his toned, tatted stomach, pecs, and pierced nipples. You feel so slutty being here, sucking him off in an alleyway, but you've never felt sexier in your life than being used for your crush's pleasure.
He stares down at you, lovingly staring at your stained mascara and makeup that has seen better days. “If only you could see how pretty you look right now, baby," he murmurs, his hand stroking your scalp. “You’re doin’ so fuckin’ good f’me, baby. Such a good girl."
That ignites a fire in you that alcohol could never do. You giggle, drunk off of him, and continue to eagerly take him, your soft lips sliding along his cock as your mouth slides up and down, giving him throat like you hope he's never experienced in his life. “Oh, my God,” he groans, his eyes rolling back into his skull. “Shhhhit, baby!”
In between sucks, you stroke him and cup his balls, massaging the big, cum-filled beauties. You watch him intently, loving how the whites of his eyes looked. “You taste so good, Jin,” you purr through lips wet with his pre-cum and your spit.
It all slides down his dick and coats his balls as you continue to give him that gwak-gwak 3000, putting in work like you never had killing trash monsters. “H-Ha, shit! Oh, fuck, hgn, baby, hold on!” he whines, nearly falling from intensity of your blowjob. “M’gonna cum!”
You eagerly suck him more, swallowing him down, needing him to shoot a fat load in your throat. “No, no, hold up!” he gasps. “I-I—oh, fuck, I need to fuck you before I nut!"
You immediately stop, staring up at him in awe. "Out here?" you pant. He nods, breathing heavily, cock throbbing in your hand. "If you cool with it. I'll fuck you wherever you want me to."
You decide right then that there will be plenty more times for him to fuck you in a soft bed...hopefully. After tonight, you hope more moments with him like this will occur, but right now, all you want is him inside you. You need to feel what he feels like.
"Do it." You stand on wobbly legs, letting him help you up. "I want you to fuck me, Jin," you pant, sloppily kissing him. "Make me cum for you." He blinks at you, surprised by your eagerness. "But I don't have a—"
"S'okay," you slur, cutting him off with your lips, sticky and wet against his. "Just pull out before you cum. You can do it on my ass." He ain’t need anymore persuasion than that. Quickly, he spits a load on his dick and rubs it in, covering it in his saliva before he pins you against the wall with those strong arms of his.
Plap-plap. His fat dick slaps against your pussy as you hike your leg up on his waist, hiking your dress up over your hips to expose yourself to him. There you are: glistening, brown, and wet. "Try not to be too loud," he whispers. You can't even nod before he's pushing the tip in, making you gasp.
You grab hold of him, trembling as he pushes himself in inch after inch, filling you up with his fat cock. "F-Fuck me," he softly stammers. He keeps quiet, biting back a loud moan as you squeeze around him.
You're a little less discreet, barely even trying to hold in your moans. “Oh, fuck!” you gasp, your voice bouncing off of the walls. Your voice causes his cock to throb inside of you, making you groan at the feeling of him trapped between your wet, velvety walls.
After some adjustments, he begins to slowly rock his hips, rubbing his pelvis against your throbbing clit, making pleasure explode like bombs throughout your body. Enjin fucks like a damn pro, his slow strokes knocking the air out of your lungs, leaving you gasping for air.
"S'good, mamas?" he slurs, drunk off of your pussy and how soft you feel against him. One hand grips your thigh while the other has a handful of your ass, smacking it between thrusts. "Y-Yes!" you loudly stammer, digging your nails into his shoulders. "Fuck yes, Jin! Fuck me just like that, Daddy!"
You don't realize how loud you are until Enjin covers your mouth.
“As much as I love hearin' you scream, you gotta keep quiet,” he chuckles. "You’re gonna get us caught.” You nod, vision growing hazy as your pussy squelches around his dick. “S-Sorry,” you whimper when he moves his hand away. “You just feel so good!”
Enjin groans in agreement, adjusting so he's nestled farther inside of you. “Fuck, you too. You’re so fuckin’ tight and wet and…oh, shit!”
The way you squeeze around him, tighter than a vice, and your plush ass in his palm makes him fuck you harder. Faster. Snapping his hips forward again and again. "S'okay I fuck you like this?" he pants. "I'll slow down if you want t–"
“Fuck me hard, Daddy,” you beg, cupping his handsome face in your hands, staring up at through long lashes and pleading, brown eyes. “Please! I-I’ll be quiet, I promise! Just give it to m—“
Enjin doesn't give you time to finish your sentence because he's already pounding into your tight, wet heat without abandon as you grip onto him for dear life. “Like this?” he grunts. “My baby needs it like this?” He fucks you at an angle that makes you nuzzle his neck to hide your moans, every thrust and rub of your clit against his stomach making you drown in euphoria.
But what gives you ultimate bliss is not just his immaculate stroke game–it's what he just said to you. Calling you his baby. And you feel that that is what you are to him now: his baby. His girl. His pretty girlfriend to please and squeeze and fuck and love on as long as you want him to.
And you want it forever. As long as time allows you.
“Uh-huh!” you lewdly hum behind your hand, covering your mouth to muffle your moans as Enjin pounds you against the wall, taking you further and further towards your end.
“You’re so tight for me, cutie pie,” he moans, continuing to give you that cock deep and fast. “So wet too. You needed this too, didn’t you?” He takes you by the throat and squeezes, making your mouth fall slack behind your hand. “Yes!” you squeal, your eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. “Faster, Jin! Fuck this pussy faster!"
Your begging must ignite something in Ejin because his thrusts become harder and rougher, his body pressed flush against yours.
He grips you up with one arm, fucking you so roughly that your knee begins to buckle. Realizing you can't stand on one leg anymore, he hikes up the other until you're bouncing off of his cock, dangling in his arms like a koala bear.
"O-Oh, f-f-u-u-!" You can't finish your sentence; words do not compute anymore. Your moans mingle with the lewd, squelching sounds of his fat cock pistoning in and out of your pussy. Plap-plap-plap; a rhythm that makes you gush even more.
His own hushed sounds of pleasure mingle with yours, mixing with the sound of his cock lewdly swirling in your squelching, wet pussy that clamps down hard on him, trapping him in you.
"And don't think this is just a quick fuck," he pants in your ear. "After tonight, you're mine and I'm takin' you on a proper date." Your hole sucks him in deep as if your pussy is agreeing to this too. You want nothing more than to be his.
“That sound good, hm?” he teasingly asks, continue to hold your neck as he pistons into you. “You like that, baby?” You moan in response, absolutely gone from the pleasure. “F-Fuck, Enjin!” you babble. "I'm g-gonna cum soon!"
Enjin kisses you, your mouth beckoning him forward. He moans hotly into your mouth as his cock thickens inside of you. He's close too. "Cum for me," he whines into your mouth through hot pants. "Give it all to me, mama. I'll take it all—just fuckin' cum for me!"
The more he fucks you, the closer you get, the more your pussy slams onto him and the more your delicious titties jiggle and bounced for him in your sundress.
Finally, with a few more mind-blowing thrusts, you tip over the edge, and Enjin quickly covers your mouth as you let out a wail of release.
It doesn't take long for you to cum all over his cock, your pussy squeezing him tight enough where he can hardly move. Your body stiffens as you cream, drenching his dick in your honey, making it ooze and drip down his balls. Enjin's hips stutter as he continues to fuck you through your nut, his pants and groans growing more intense.
"I'mma cum soon, babe," he warns you. "Y-You've gotta get down unless you want me to get you pregnant."
Your slutty side tells you that it's not such a bad idea, but you don't listen. Instead, you slide off of his waist and turn around, allowing him to hike your dress up to expose your plump ass to him. He smacks it around a bit, his big palm clapping down hard on the flesh so it recoils.
You hear him fuck his fist, the wet sounds making your pussy ooze. "H-Ha, sh-shit, baby!" he grunts. "I'mma...I'm gonna fuckin' cum!" And with a hushed groan, his cum spurts all over your ass, drenching you in it. You feel it drip off of the juicy globes, sliding down to stain your thighs.
"C'mere," he raspily orders, pulling you against him. His lips finds yours again, his moans and heavy pants mixing with yours as your tongues swirled with one another, tasting each other.
Finally, when the high of your nut and the hot sex ebbs, you both sigh, his hands cupping your tits and your arm laced around his neck.
You giggle into the kiss, causing him to laugh with you. “Fuck,” he sighs against your mouth. “That was so good.” You press yourself back into him, lacing your fingers in his soft, blonde locks. “Mm,” you hum in agreement, still quite unable to verbalize anything.
He holds you close, gently massaging your tits like they're stress balls for him. “You’re fuckin’ perfect," he whispers in your ear. "You don't understand, babe. That meant somethin' to me." He pecks your cheek, making your stomach flutter. You still can't believe this is actually happening.
Enjin, your closet friend and the object of your secret affections, kissing you. Holding you close. Fucking you deep.
After he cleans himself up and shoves his dick back in his pants, he helps readjust your panties and your dress. Like he didn't just fuck you out in an alleyway for the entire town to see.
You turn around to face him, seeing a loving smile on his face, and properly kiss him, standing up on your tip toes to reach him. He wraps his arms around your waist, practically lifting you up off of the ground. You squeal, laughing when he pecks kisses all over your face.
"Let's get outta here before someone sees us," he whispers, his lips toying with your earlobe. "I think a hot shower, a cuddle, and maybe a round two is in order."
"Or multiple rounds," you whisper back, still aching with need for him. A deep rumble of agreement escapes him, making your core clench and that heartbeat appear right back between your thighs like you didn't just cum your brains out twice in a row.
"Sounds like a plan to me, mama," he murmurs before he readjusts his arms and carries you bridal style in them, your face pressed against his chest. "Let's go home."
"What about the party?" you ask, soft laughter on your tongue as the tall, hot blonde begins to carry you to the truck.
"Fuck the party. I'm more interested gettin' you naked again."
૮꒰˶•༝ •˶꒱ა♡ Husband Toji! taking care of your pregnant self while you sleep!
You woke up briefly when a warm hand brushed against your shoulder.
“baby…”
His voice was rough with sleep.
You barely managed a confused noise before he carefully slid an arm beneath you and guided you onto your side.
You blinked. “What are you doing?”
“You were on your back again.”
“I’m comfortable.”
“I know.” He tucked a pillow behind you so you wouldn’t roll over immediately. “But i read that’s not how you’re supposed to sleep right now.”
You couldn’t help but laugh. “You read one article”
“I read six.”
His hand settled over your hip for a second, making sure you stayed on your side before pulling the blanket back over you.
“Go back to sleep.”
A few minutes later, after he’d drifted off, you rolled onto your back again.
The next thing you knew, he was half-awake mumbling something unintelligible as he gently nudged you back onto your side without opening his eyes.
It had become a habit.
Every time he caught you sleeping on your back, he’d quietly reposition you, fluff your pillows, kiss your forehead, and fall asleep again like a man personally assigned to guard both you and the baby.
Frat!Sukuna who shows face at parties and the campus gym, but never class
Frat!Sukuna who towers over most other people with a strong athletic build covered in tattoos
Frat!Sukuna who is the silent type. Often, if not always, he ignores those who muster up the courage to talk to him
Frat!Sukuna who first really notices you at the campus gym late one Saturday night
Frat!Sukuna who keeps looking over at you between sets, before it clicks where he's seen you before. You came with some friends to the house parties that the frat has thrown once or twice
Frat!Sukuna who shamelessly watches you on the stairmaster from the bench press, why are you here so late?
Frat!Sukuna who bumps into you on the way out. Literally.
“Watch it.”
Frat!Sukuna who listens to your squeeked out apologie and again intently watches as you scurry off into the night
Frat!Sukuna who flobs back in his bed on his phone, thumbs flying to Instagram
Frat!Sukuna who goes through the frats' tagged pictures, campus clubs and other brothers' profiles till he finds your now familiar face in a post
Frat!Sukuna who spends the next long while looking at your profile, connections, friends, and any other information he could get his hands on
cw: mentions of alcohol, drunk sukuna, slight angst with fluff. (this will have part two)
two years and five months, that's how long you and sukuna lasted. you two were doing great until he decided to break up with you to focus more on the "frat".
of couse you were mad, he chose that damn frat instead of you. sure you loved him, but his actions turned you off instantly.
you were sleeping peacefully, all snuggled up in between your plushies when suddenly your phone suddenly rang.
you groaned, who even calls someone at 2 o’clock in the morning?
unable to get up, you snatched your phone from the table it was laying on beside your bed.
your eyes were still groggy, eyes still sleepy then hit call without reading the contact name.
"who.. who is it.." you asked, then let out a yawn.
you heard a hiccup, then heard that voice. the voice that you always heard everyday, you instantly jolted up awake.
"baby... ah.. you awake..?"
it's sukuna.
"what the fuck are you doing calling me late at that?" you snarled, gripping your phone tight.
you then heard a sob, was he.. crying?
"missed you.. hiccup... come.. back.."
he was definitely drunk, but you couldn't figure out if he was actually telling the truth. sukuna only drinks when he's feeling emotional,
"mmh.. open your door by five,"
"w-wait-"
he hung up on you, shit.
you stood up from your bed, pacing around your room like it was some kind of emergency. well, technically it is. but that doesn't change the fact the man who broke your heart is gonna be at your door any second!
you then stopped when you heard a knock on the door, you hesitated at first but then walked towards the door.
caught by the sight of the one and only, ryomen sukuna.
you were about to say something but he hugged you tighter than any hug you guys did, he really did miss you.
"fuck.. baby.. really missed you." he murmured, as he buried his head on your neck.
you quickly folded, this was the man that you love loved. you guys broke up just a month ago, of course you still hadn't moved on.
you then guided him to your bed, his big arms cuddling you with care. his eyes droopy, shutting as he buried himself closer to you.
you then smiled, burying yourself in his chest, putting the blanket on top of you both,
Pairing: Bestie!Enjin x Black!Fem!Reader (Friends to Lovers)
Synopsis: You love it when Enjin smokes. You especially love it when he takes you out to dance and party. Only because it gives you a chance to be close to him without it being weird or feeling guilty about it. Secretly, you've been attracted to your friend for some time now and it doesn't help when he looks so fucking good smoking blunts and those cancer sticks. You ache for him to put you in his mouth like that, but you've always pushed these feelings aside...until a simple smoke and dance session turns into something more when Enjin poses as your boyfriend for the night.
Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); Reader Has Braids; Clubbing; Secret Crush; Sexual Tension; Mutual Pining; Finger/Hand Kink; Shotgunning; Marijuana & Alcohol; Tipsy/High Sex; Crush Confession; Alley Way/Public Sex; Deepthroat; Spitting; Enjin Got A Big Ol' Dick; Dick Piercing; Nipple Piercings; Tattoo Kink; Clothed Sex; Pussy Eating; Fingering; Daddy Kink; Switchy Dom!Enjin x switchy sub!Reader; Against The Wall; PIV; No Creampie; Cum On Ass; Aftercare
Word Count: 9.7k
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer's Note: My very first Enjin one shot is HERE!!! EVERYBODY CLAP!!! If you know me, you know I loooooove me some Gachiakuta & some of that tall hot dumb ass blonde. I'm so excited for S2 & if y'all haven't watched the show yet PLEASE DO IT. Gachiakuta is so goddamn good it should be illegal. I hope y'all enjoy this one! <3 -love, Jazz
Credits: Divider made by @cursed-carmine!
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Song · 2023 · Duration 3:07
Enjin's golden-yellow eyes, sharp like a cat's, slightly hooded from the tequila he consumed and the marijuana smoke wafting through the air, slowly slide over to look at you curiously. "You’re starin’ at me."
You blink at him, having momentarily impaired hearing due to the pounding of the rap music throbbing against the walls and your temples...
And since you've been staring at his fingers and mouth for the past ten minutes. "What? No, I’m not."
But you were and you still are as Enjin's plump, sultry lips pull into a smirk as he takes another drag of his cigarette.
He holds it between his thumb and forefinger, big, thick, and roped in that seductive ink like the rest of his hands. "You are. Like dead center, mama. It’s kinda freakin’ me out."
Enjin's golden-yellow eyes, sharp like a cat's, slightly hooded from the tequila he consumed and the marijuana smoke wafting through the air, slowly slide over to look at you curiously. "You’re starin’ at me.”
You blink at him, having momentarily impaired hearing due to the pounding of the rap music throbbing against the walls and your temples...and since you've been staring at his fingers and mouth for the past five minutes. "What? No, I’m not.”
But you were and you still are as Enjin's plump, sultry lips pull into a smirk as he takes another drag of his cigarette. He holds it between his thumb and forefinger, big, thick, and roped in that seductive ink like the rest of his hands. "You are. Like dead center, mama. It’s kinda freakin’ me out."
He then gives you that humorous smirk he is known for, crooked and silly, meaning that he’s joking the way only Enjin, leader of the Cleaners and your closest friend, can. You tsk, shoving him roughly in his muscular arm. “Shut up. No, I wasn’t.”
The blonde just chuckles, smoke billowing from his lips as he does so. It wafts through the marijuana-scented air, courtesy of every single person at this party being Mary Jane lovers, with a few who are more prone to cigarettes and vapes.
"I promise you were," he laughingly says. "What, don’t like the smell? I got somethin’ on my face?" He begins to touch on his cheeks and lips, trying to check out his appearance.
You laugh, flicking the cigarette between his fingers. "Yeah, that cancer stick of yours. You know how I feel about those things, Jin."
Enjin just tsks, clucking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he puffs on his cig despite your indifference and intolerance to it. "Please!" he scoffs. "You've been drinkin' like a fish since we left for the party and you wanna talk about me smokin' the stuff I always smoke?"
You glare at him even though he's right about you pregaming something bad before you left for a Canvas Town party. The colorful, graffiti-ridden town is the exact place you'd want to be for a party. You'll find the most colorful people in one room from all over the world, forced together in the Pit and trying to find any slice of normalcy and fun that they can.
The music is loud and vibrates throughout the room, making the bass pound against the graffiti-slick walls and against your temples. Your head feels slightly foggy from the smoke curling in the air and the tequila shots you did with the gang before heading out the door.
Gris drove, much to Enjin's dismay, but at least Enjin got the Aux cord this time around. "Nobody wants to listen to that Taylor Swift shit you got on your phone, Gris!" he laughed at the driver. "Hey, Siri, play me some Cardi B!"
The entire ride was filled with rap battles and you sneaking sips with Riyo of the extra bottle of peach vodka she packed in her bag. Between a couple sips and three tequila shots, you were damn well drunk. You only did it as a way to gain some liquid courage for yet another social outing with your sexy best friend who you are absolutely, embarrassingly attracted to....
And refuse to tell him. It is something you have sworn off uttering even to yourself. Enjin and you have too tight of a bond for it to be tainted by your stupid affections and borderline perverted thoughts.
Even though you long to feel his tatted fingers squeezing parts of you that you squeeze in the late night.
Or feel his tongue, tasting of ash, swirling with yours in a heated kiss.
Or see if that legendary theory on big men being big everywhere else is true for a mammoth of a man like the tall, hot blonde standing next to you. 'God,' you think to yourself, disgusted with such limping. 'You're fucking pathetic, bitch.'
Luckily, Semiu, your best girl, comes strutting over with Rudo in tow, looking totally bewildered and slightly scared of such an environment. She dances over to you and Enjin against the wall, away from the rest of the dancing crowd under the flashing strobe lights casting rainbow colors all across the room. She is dressed in her party best: a tight, cut-out top cropped to her midriff, hip-hugging jeans, and boots.
"Not you two over here arguin'," she chuckles, sipping on her Jack n Coke. "Girl, you know Enjin ain't gonna stop with them cigarettes just 'cause they piss you off...or not." She whispers the last word with a knowing smirk and you glare at her.
"Or not?" Enjin parrots, raising a curious brow at your mutual friend. "Watchu mean? From what I'm see, this short stack is about to bite my hand off." He teases you by placing his big hand on your head, making you shove him away. He just loves teasing you for your shortness.
It doesn't help that you often imagine his tall, fine ass scooping you up, carrying you around like his personal princess, and fucking you up against the wall. 'Damn,' you think. 'I shouldn't have drank so much.'
You're about to give Semiu your red solo cup of spiked fruit punch that you've only been casually sipping on for the past 30 minutes, but then here comes Zanka stumbling over, drunk as fuck because the guy swears he can hold is liquor. "Ah, there you guys are!" he hollers, tipsy. "They stocked up on more of those Jell-O shots at the bar if you want any. I fought for these two."
He shows off two cherry red and blue raspberry shots, flashing a smile at you and the crew. Riyo comes over too, shimmying her hips to the music in her skirt and kicks, a beer in her hand. Enjin welcomes his unofficial daughter over to stand with him, causing him to rub his arm against yours.
The slight touch and the scent of his cologne, spicy yet sweet, nearly make you jump out of your skin. So you decide that you need something stronger than the spiked punch in your cup.
"I'll take one," you say and practically snatch the cherry one. "Thanks, Zanka." You down it in one go, surprising Enjin and Semiu who have been watching you and your usual alcohol intake closely tonight. "Jeez, take it easy, tiger," Enjin mutters, taking the cup and downing the rest after you. Kind of like an indirect kiss.
You don't get a chance to think too deeply into it because the tall blonde is clapping an arm on Rudo's shoulder like a certified uncle. "Rudo, nephew! Ya want some shots?"
That's a whole child, Enjin!" you scoff with a scowl. "He can't drink!" The scraggly, mean-looking kid shoots you a glare, arms crossed over his chest. "I can too! I've had plenty alcohol before I was put down here!"
Riyo chuckles and steps in, wrapping an around around Rudo's neck. "Don't worry, Rudo. I'm sure I can work my magic on the bartender. C'mon!" She gives you a wink and walks off with her long legs in tow, disappearing with Rudo into the crowd. Zanka follows, yelling for Riyo to wait for him.
Enjin sighs, already looking disappointed at his buzz being ruined by some oncoming BS. "Lemme go follow 'em before the bar guy hits on her." He takes another drag of his cigarette before stubbing it out against the wall where other cigarette smudges stain the graffiti.
His golden eyes trail over you and Semiu still plastered on the wall. "You two stay here. This place is like a fuckin' maze." And it is–you feel like the crowd has turned into walls themselves, boxing you into the sweat-slick room. "You're tellin' me what to do now?" you scoff. "What a daddy you are."
You regret the words, emboldened by the alcohol and contact high, as soon as they are out of your mouth. But Enjin only smirks, raising a brow at you. "I could be, but you ain't ready for that conversation yet. I mean, I'm already your man for tonight, ain't I?"
You are silent, unable to reply, so he gives you a wink and vanishes into the crowd, but not entirely. He's too tall to not stand out in the throng of people with his long limbs, tattoos, and radiating confidence.
Truly the perfect fake boyfriend for tonight's festivities. You had gotten sick and tired of strange, lustful men bothering you at parties and nights out at the club, so you proposed the idea to Enjin. Really as a joke, but the man took it seriously. "Well, why don't I just act like I'm your man for the night?" he suggested. "I'll warn you though: some dudes won't even care, but they will once they get my foot up their ass."
And so he's been taking his role seriously, placing a hand on your back and brushing hair out of your face, all within the confines of this party. Never outside...even though you'd very much like it to be.
Now alone with Semiu, your best girl and the only one who knows your deepest, darkest secret, she takes a chance on bringing it up. "So how's that thing with pretendin' you're not in love with Enjin and you don't want him to be your boyfriend goin'?" she bluntly asks.
You roll your eyes as she smokes her vape, the scent of pineapple wafting through the air. "Don't start. Enjin is just my fake boyfriend tonight for safety reasons. And I'm not in love with him."
You give her a 'come hither' motion with a flick of your glossy, red nails and she passes the vape. You don't usually smoke the way Enjin does, preferring edibles over blunts or E-pens, but you need something to take the edge off. You take a slow drag of the vape, the scent and slight taste of pineapple hitting your nostrils and tastebuds.
Between the alcohol and the vapor, you feel dizzy and faded. Unsteady, so you hold onto the wall for balance. Semiu notices and takes the vape from you...and your cup. "No. You just wanna suck the skin off his—"
"Semiu!" you gasp, flushing hot. The tall, ebony-skinned girl laughs, waving a hand. "Oh, c'mon, honey! It ain't no secret to me. You've been eye-fuckin' the dude for years."
"Not true," you huff. Semiu just gives you a knowing look behind her spectacles, not even believing your utter bullshit. "And fine, okay, I like him...but how do you expect me to tell him when we've been friends for so long? It'll never happen!"
Semiu raises an eyebrow, confused. "Why? 'Cause you think he'd reject you? He'd be stupider than he is now to do that."
You smile at your bestie's compliment, kissing her cheek and making it sticky with your cherry-flavored Fenty Beauty lip oil. "You're sweet, but that's not it. It's just that..."
You trail off, biting your lip, but Semiu understands. Only she can. You both know that Enjin gets around. It isn't entirely his fault since he was born with some attractive genes...including his big dick that you've only managed to glimpse at in his basketball shorts and grey sweats. How can you expect him not to be the apple of everyone's eye?
Though you can't help the green envy that courses through you when you hear the headboard banging and the moans drifting through the bedroom wall after he brings a new conquest home from the club or the bar.
"Plus, I'm not even his type," you continue, embracing yourself as the booze and smoke begins to intensify your disappointment. "Enjin likes the taller, thicker chicks."
Semiu raises a brow at you, her golden eyes flickering down to your backside. "Are you not thick?" she asks, staring dead at your ass. "'Cause from what I see, sweetie, you're like a snicker."
You grin, flushing at her compliment. You're a short girl who has been blessed with thick thighs, big tits, and a shapely figure curtesy of your ass and wide hips. You have your littering of cellulite on your asscheeks and stretch marks on your thighs, but you've always carried these imperfections with confidence.
But with Enjin, it's a different story. Not that you'd ever change yourself for him, but to not be the type of girl that your crush wants you to be is damn near a tearjerker. It's like the universe is laughing at you in some way.
Speaking of the universe fucking with you, it continues to fuck with you some more by sending over a new courter that isn't the man who'd want it to be. "From what I see too," an unfamiliar voice says.
You and Semiu turn, facing a tall man with long dreads despite his pasty skin and emerald green eyes. He is obviously drunk—the guy can barely stand on his own two feet and nearly sloshes his bottle of Henny on himself. "Sorry but I couldn't help but notice you from across the room. You single?"
You blink at the man, momentarily dumbfounded by his sudden appearance. "Um—"
"Nah," Enjin suddenly answers for you. You squeak in surprise when you find him standing by your empty side, now holding a blunt between those wickedly long, inked fingers. "Sorry, man, but she's with me. I'm her boyfriend."
The man scoffs, grinning mockingly at Enjin. "You? With them painted nails?"
You can tell Enjin is getting irritated by the way his smile sharpens and a crease in his brows appears. He barely gets mad (only when someone is fucking with his friends), but when he does, he's an entirely different person. "Yep," he answers, popping the p. "And they're hot, ain't they? She painted 'em for me. She likes how they look on her."
He takes his black-painted fingers and interlaces them with yours, red and black together. You swallow hard at the zing of electricity that shoots through you at the sudden contact, even if it's supposed to be fake.
Enjin smirks at the drunk man, cocking his head at him. "Anythin' else you wanna know, dickhead? Or do I have to make you get out of her face?" He still swears that smirk but it is sharp. Edged. A silent dare to try him. "Whatever," the guy scoffs, sipping on his Henny and getting more on him than in him. "She's too short anyway."
Then he stalks off as the music transitions to something dancehall based, the upbeat drums and guitar speaking to you. "You didn't have to do that," you tell Enjin, your voice slightly breathless. "Semiu would've choked him."
Semiu nods, having gotten closer to you since the guy arrived. Enjin snorts, rolling his eyes. "And risk her scratchin' up her lens? Plus, it's my job as your boyfriend tonight to fend off the horny bastards in your face."
He squeezes your hand and you now realize that his hand is still locked with yours. His skin, lighter and slightly golden despite No Man's Land being void of sunlight, completely contrasts your melanated skin the way your bright red nails do. You find it sexy.
Realizing what's happening OR what may happen, Semiu clears her throat and bumps her hip with yours. "Well, if y'all will excuse me, I'm gonna go catch me a dance." Before you can protest or cuss her out, she saunters away to catch a whine with the pretty dark-skinned beauty with the seashells in her Afro standing by the bar.
Then it's just you and Enjin, the very reason it's so hard to breathe sometimes. This is so stupid! He's your best friend and here you are acting like a lovesick, simpin'-ass girl around him! You're so sick of yourself that you crave another drink just to kick this fluttery feeling that makes you feel so awkward around him.
"Want a hit, shorty?" he suddenly asks. You turn, seeing him draw smoke from his blunt. His black nails glisten beneath the strobe lights as do his eyes, becoming red from the marijuana kicking in his system.
"Don't call me that," you scoff, kicking his shin, making him chuckle. "And no, I'm good. Direct hits make me dizzy." Hence why you don't smoke like that. Plus, if you get this aroused off the drank, how can you trust yourself with weed?
You watch as smoke billows out of Enjin's nostrils and from between his parted lips, making butterflies swarm your tummy. "I could always shotgun ya." You raise an eyebrow at this, confused. "Shotgun? What's that?"
The blonde quirks a brow at you, curious and shocked. "You don't know what a shotgun is? When someone blows smoke in your mouth?"
Your eyes widen an inch at the idea of him doing that you and you slip your hand out of his, only realizing now that he's been still holding it. "Boy, what?" you guffaw. "Nah, I'm good with all that."
Too late, you realize how harsh you come off to Enjin, seeing his lips crease into a frown. You don't mean it to come off so bitchy towards him, but it's hard when all you want to do is kiss him and suck the smoke out of his mouth into yours. He peers down at you, alarmed and worried. "You sure you're okay? You're kinda on edge. Is it that guy?"
Under his stare of pure worry for you, you feel guilt slice into you. Why are you acting like this? Why is it so hard for you to push these feelings to the side? "No, no, I..." You pause, sighing. "Sorry. I guess it's all the people. I can only handle all of these people for so long."
Which isn't exactly a lie. As much as you love a good night out partying, at some point being around a slew of drunk, faded strangers drains your battery. Enjin knowingly smiles, still puffing on his blunt. His hooded eyes combined with the clouds of smoke floating through the air makes you clench your thighs together under your dress.
"Mmm-hmm, I getcha. That's what the blunts and the booze are for. Takes the edge off and makes you real friendly." He winks at you, playful yet comforting. "Real friendly?" you giggle. "Is that why I'm always hearin' that headboard?"
Now it's Enjin's turn to blush, his cheeks turning a bright rogue. "Fuck you. That's private!" You tsk, raising an eyebrow up at him. "For it to be so private, you're awfully loud." Enjin feigns embarrassment, plastering on that signature smirk. "You're just mad 'cause you wish it was you."
It's a quip that only he can make given your relationship—built on platonic flirting that you've been thinking about more and more lately—, but the comment makes your pulse pound and gives you a second heartbeat. Because you do. You really, really do want it to be you.
But you also don't want to just be another hookup for Enjin either, so you push the thought away and give his quip right back on a silver platter. "Well, I've seen the guys you've brought home before. They're fine as fuck."
Enjin's easy-going smile falters a bit and the light in his eyes flickers. "Oh...you meant with the other guys. Y-Yeah, that's what I meant." He clears his throat and looks away, taking another hit of his blunt, his cheeks still stained red.
You're confused. The sudden switch in his attitude is like a switch flicking. Did you say something wrong? Before you can think too deep into it, the music shifts to a song you both know and the familiar beat ignites something in you.
Enjin smirks at you, already knowing you ache to move. "C'mon, let's dance," he suggests. You whine in protest and he rolls his eyes at your defiance. "C'moooon, don't tell me your social battery is so low that you don't even wanna dance with me!"
Those golden eyes like sunken treasure glittering with mirth, so familiar and so alluring, sink their hooks in you. Though the idea of being pressed against him on the crowded dance floor fills you with butterflies, you cannot resist him or his big, outstretched hand.
"Okay, fine," you giggle, taking his hand. "Let's dance...if you get me another drink." He smiles, puffing his blunt and blowing the smoke out away from your pretty face. "I can do that, no problem."
His thumb strokes your knuckles, trying to comfort you. "Just follow me," he says, his voice husky, crackling over your body like flames. You'd follow him to fucking space if he asked you to.
After he gets you another drink–a margarita this time–, he whisks you away to the dance floor. Throughout the short trip from the bar to the floor, he keeps his hands in yours, leading you through the maze of sweaty bodies. You can't help but think about how he'd for sure do this if he was your boyfriend and you were his girlfriend, the thought conjured by the warmth of his palm and the alcohol in your system.
When you finally get to the dance floor, the music shifts to another familiar dancehall song. One that has made you move your hips and wind your body in private in the past.
"Oooo, I love this song!" you laugh, finally feeling good with the music and the tequila in your system. Enjin smiles at your joy, standing with you in the middle of the floor, surrounded by strangers. You couldn't leave even if you tried, too boxed in between body after body.
You begin to dance, one hand on your drink and the other still holding Enjin's hand as you slowly move your hips from side to side, missing the way your friend gazes down at your waist. Suddenly, he releases your hand and wraps his big palm around your waist, pulling you closer. "C'mere, come close. I don't like the way these dudes are actin'."
You squeak as you're pushed against him, unaware of what he means besides the expected, obnoxious screaming and laughing from the scattering of drunk men around you with their friends.
You are now right against Enjin's chest, his hand laying on your waist. It isn't something that is foreign to you; not even dancing with him. There have been times where you've tossed ass on Enjin and he's caught what you've thrown, his hands securely on your waist.
But then again, those times were before you developed this stupid crush on him. You make the mistake of staring up at him, your heart flip-flopping when you realize that he's already looking at you. "Dance with me?" he suggests, the question coming out husky and rasped.
Liquid fire pools into your gut as you begin to sway with him despite the fast-paced dancehall beat, his hand still locked on your waist as he smokes his blunt with the other. His eyes are plastered on you. Only on you. You try to tell yourself that it's just for safety, but when he twirls you around to fit your back against his front, you're starting to think that maybe this "pretend boyfriend" role-play shit isn't so "pretend" anymore.
Enjin moves with you, never grinding into your ass but instead moving his hips with yours, side to side, becoming one. You find yourself leaning back into him, letting him engulf you into his big, muscular body and spicy scent. You aren't sure if this is even appropriate anymore. Was it ever appropriate before?
When you turn back around, those eyes like liquid gold are still on you, making it impossible to breathe properly. He puffs on his blunt as he peers down at you, those blonde flashes framing his black-rimmed eyes. "You sure you don't want a hit? Ya keep starin' at my blunt."
He smirks at you, flashing those pearly whites at you. He doesn't realize that you're staring because you imagine that the blunt is you instead. If only he could peer into your mind and see the nasty, lustful thoughts in it.
Every time you blink, you see those plush, pink lips sucking on your throbbing clit the way he does the blunt, those thick, long fingers disappearing inside of your dripping hole, curling up to make you scream in pleasure.
You swallow, breaking out into a nervous sweat that soaks your sundress. "N-No, really, I..." You trail off, your eyes drifting down to the blunt held firmly between his fingers. Fuck it. "You know what? I change my mind. Gimme a hit."
Enjin grins and passes you the blunt. "Theeeere we go," he praises. You've watched him smoke enough to know what to do and slowly take a drag, letting the smoke fill your lungs. You cough slightly from the first hit, but after another, it's smooth sailing.
When you blow the smoke from between your lips in an O ring, you feel relaxed and heavy like your bones have turned to jelly. The blonde grins, taking the blunt back from you. "Atta girl. Nice and relaxed now, right?"
He couldn't be farther from the truth. Even though the blunt has allowed you to become looser, it has also heightened your arousal...or maybe that's just Enjin laying his hand on your hip, pulling you close to him. You squeak, nearly kissing his chest with how close you are pressed against him."What are you doing?" you whisper.
You stare up at him, confused, but he looks so sure of himself and his actions. Does he want this? "I'm supposed to be actin' as your boyfriend tonight, right? Why not play the part?"
"Y-Yeah, but your hand..." You bite your lip, not sure how to finish your sentence. Do you want to tell him to stop? To keep going? To go lower?
"Is it too much?" he murmurs, the scent of marijuana on his tongue. "I can stop. Just tell me what you need." His voice is husky and smooth like Bourbon in your ear, making goose pimples pop all over your brown skin.
'You. I need you.' The thought comes out of nowhere, conjured by the blunt; the drinks; the atmosphere; the colorful dancehall music playing above you. Your hands itch to touch him and stroke his body. to feel his muscles under your fingertips. With how close you are, you could stand on your toes and kiss him right now, finally taking what you need—
"Jesus!" Enjin grunts, catching you when you nearly tumble with your margarita, sloshing it onto the floor. His arm snakes protectively around you, holding you as close as humanly possible against him. A girl stumbles by in her platform heels, sloppy and drunk. "Sorry!" she shouts, giving you a little wave before disappearing into the crowd.
Enjin looks down at you, concern written on his handsome face. "You good?" he whispers, still holding onto you tight. You're surprised you can even speak—the lump in your throat has gotten increasingly bigger. "Y-Yeah. Sorry, I-I need some air." The room feels too hot and tight, like the air has been sucked out of the room.
Immediately, the blonde is on it, jaw set and eyes determined. His only mission is getting you the fuck off the floor and outside. "C'mon, let's get outta here. I know a way out." He takes your hand and you ignore the electric shock that soars through you when he pulls you through the throng of people.
The nightclub that the party is located in has two floors; one of the most popular clubs in Canvas Town. Enjin leads you to the far back behind the bar and opens a door leading you into a narrow hallway, the walls littered in dark graffiti. The music and noise becomes muffled as he leads you through the hall and then vanishes once you're outside.
Or as "outside" as you can be down in the Pit. There are only the quiet businesses, graffitied walls, you, and Enjin. The only windows to the world up above are the few pocket holes hovering above you, the night sky glistening from above. The stars twinkle at you as does the big, fat moon, illuminating you...and your friend's dashingly good looks.
You drink in his eyes, sharp and alluring like a cat's; his dimpled cheeks; his angular nose and jawline; his long, blonde flashes and messy tufts of hair; the black and red ink lacing up his thick neck and underneath the collar of his jacket. God, why must he be so goddamn fine?!
"Ah, much better," he deeply sighs, tapping his blunt to sprinkle ashes on the ground. "Fresher air out here. O-Oh, my bad." He looks down at his hand still locked with yours and releases it, much to your disappointment. "It's fine," you mutter.
Silence descends upon you, a strange combination of awkward and content. There is still that edge of temptation still lingering at the surface...at least for you it is. You peek over at Enjin still puffing on the blunt, inhaling and exhaling, looking so calm. "Uh...s-so how exactly does that shotgun thing work?" you blurt out.
He turns to look at you, surprise flickering in his eyes. You're just as surprised as he is. Do you have any idea what you're alluding to asking this?!
"Uh...well, I'd have to lean down and blow the smoke in your mouth. You get high without hittin' the blunt." As if to demonstrate, he inhales the smoke and exhales, blowing an O ring through the air between you.
"So it's like an indirect kiss?" You aren't sure where the question comes from. They come out of you like word vomit, emboldened by the mixture of tequila and vodka in you. The blonde's eyes widen an inch, taken aback by your candor. "Well, if you say like that, then it's weird."
He chuckles a bit to ease the tension, but it doesn't help at all. You feel stupid. Dumb. Weird. "Oh," you reply, withering, looking away from him. "My bad. Forget I said anything. I-I don't know why—"
"Shut up," Enjin cuts in. His voice is deeper and blunt, making you button your lip (and your pussy throb). "Look at me." You do so, drowning in those eyes and the blue hue all over his face from the night closing in. "Tilt your chin up and part your lips in an O."
You do so, your lips trembling. The only sounds are of your shaky breaths and the muffled music from the club. Enjin smirks, those dimples popping. "You're shakin'," he sniggers. You shove at his chest; he barely even moves. "Shut up."
He gently brushes your arm, his touch electrifying as well as comforting. "Relax, mamas. It's just me." You shiver at his nickname for you even though Enjin is known for giving nicknames to you since you became friends: mamas; babes; baby; sweetheart; sunshine (when he's sarcastic); munchkin (when he's being a dick).
"Now close your eyes," he whispers. You tentatively do as he asks, your eyelids fluttering shut, cloaking you in darkness. You hear him inhale from the blunt and rasp out, "Take the hit" before a long rush of marijuana smoke enters your open mouth.
You take it all in and hold it in your chest, your heart hammering so fast that you're afraid you'll topple over. You exhale, the air knocked out of your lungs. "See? Nice, right?" His voice is silkier. Huskier than usual.
When you open your eyes, he is right there, mere inches from you, eyes hooded and lips looking more kissable than usual. You can't ignore it anymore–that heartbeat below or the tingling in your core at him being so near. He gazes at you so intimately, like...not as a friend should. "Enjin?" you question.
"Y/N," he says back, like it's an answer. He leans down and you lean up, slow and careful. Giving the other a chance to refuse the other. Neither one of you do. "We really shouldn't," he mutters, but then but then the blunt falls to the ground, forgotten, and his lips are suddenly on yours.
Your suspensions are validated: Enjin is a fantastic kisser. He kisses you slowly yet deeply, not being too rough or too soft. His lips are the right kind of soft and plump, reminding you of silk. Gently, he cups your jaw as he kisses you, swooping you up in his taste.
A soft moan of surprise leaves your lips before you fall into the kiss, your lips melding with his. He swallows your mewls and soft moans as he kisses you down, making his mouth sticky with your gloss. He gives you those moans right back, desperate and yearning, as you grip his shoulders and biceps, feeling him up. "Enjin," you softly whine. "What are you doing?"
Enjin pulls away enough to pant against your lips, sucking on your bottom lip. "What I should've fuckin' done a long time ago," he growls before his lips are back on yours, silencing you, making you dizzy with his taste.
You are totally high off of him. Higher than the weed could ever make you or take you.
You can feel how warm and hard he is as your hands indulge in his body under his layers of oversized clothes. His big hands drag down your back, feeling you up. They end up falling on the curve of your ass poking out of your dress. You end up pressed against the wall, caught between the solid stone and him.
"I'm sorry, babe," he exhales, "but I've wanted you. I always wanted to tell you..." He pauses as a groan leaves his lips when he presses into you, his hips molding with yours.
You grind against his crotch as your hands stroke up his chest and his squeeze and mold the thick, soft globes of your ass under your dress, fingertips against skin. How you've ached for this. Longed for a taste. But reality is still there at the back of your mind. "Jin," you moan. "What about us? We're friends."
As if realizing this, he pulls away, eyes lust blown and lips parted. "We can stop if you want. All you need to do is say it and I'll do it." But the more he's here and the more you touch him, smell him, taste him, you know that you can never go back to being friends.
So why not jump in headfirst? "Don't stop," you keen. "Keep going." And how can he ever say no to pretty little you?
Quickly, he kisses you again, pushing you back against the wall. Instinctively, your hands trail down to cup his ass in his jeans, causing him to slip between your thighs as he continues to kiss you. He groans against your lips as you sigh into his mouth, sparks of pleasure exploding through you as he grazes your clit through your panties.
"God, you feel so fuckin' good," he groans. "Holdin' you like this on the dance floor..." His hands grip your ass a little more, possessive, making you moan. "I needed more. Needed to keep you close." One hand trails up your back to caress your spine while the other rests on your ass, coaxing you to continue to grind your hips into him.
His lips coat your throat in wet kisses, making you feel like a kettle about to burst. You need him now or you'll for sure go insane. "Enjin!" you whine. "Lower! I need you right here." Boldly, you take his hand and place it on your throbbing, beating pussy.
He stares at your hand and then at you, gobsmacked. "R-Right here?" he stammers. "Anyone could see—"
"I don't care," you whine, lust and need wrapping you up in a tight hold. "I want this...if you're okay with it." You know you're coming off as a needy slut right now, but goddammit, you've waited too long for this! Luckily, Enjin quite likes this side of you and gives you a panty-dropping smile. "God, baby, I always knew you was a freak, but not like this."
He begins to palm you through your panties, making you grind your wet, puffy slit against his palm. "You're so needy f'me that you want me to eat this pussy out in the open? That's so fuckin' hot."
He then replaces his hand with his cock, grinding his bulge against your panties, making you see stars. "God!" you gasp. His chuckle is soft and husky, filling your ears. "Can ya feel what you've done t'me, babe? I've never been this fuckin' hard in my life."
His hands grip your tits and begin to massage them through your dress, your hard nipples sensitive and rubbing against the fabric. "Wanted you so bad. Needed you for so long." To hear him say this nearly drives you to the brink of insanity and you nearly pounce on him. "M-Me too!" you whine. "Fuck, Enjin, just taste me! I can't take much more!"
Enjin's brow quirks at you, expectant. "What's the magic word?" You bite your glossy, sticky bottom lip, pressing your thighs tight together to avoid leaking down your legs. "Please," you whisper. "Please taste me."
He physically shivers at your breathless, sweet voice filling his eardrums and gives you a hot, sloppy, panty-dropping kiss. "Aww, that's a good girl," he coos. "Ask and you shall receive." You watch as he kneels before you and hikes your thigh up over one of his broad shoulders. "Relax," he murmurs, rubbing the outside of your thigh with his thumb. "I've gotchu."
"I-I know," you pant. He always does. Always so attentive and safe, your Enjin. Always keeping his family close to him no matter what. How you adore that side of him.
So how could you not fall deeper for him when he keeps his hands so firmly on your hips as pulls your panties aside with his teeth and he sucks on your pussy?
He gives you head like he's done it to you before, but you're sure he's sucked on many vaginas to be so comfortable between your thighs. "Fuck, Enjin!" you moan, your head lulling up against the wall as the cool metal to his tongue piercing melts against your hot, wet pussy.
His lips and tongue quickly become well acquainted with your soaked, puffy, pretty little pussy, licking, sucking, and lapping up your juices. You press yourself into him further, forcing him deeper into you. “That's it!” you keen, running your fingers through his blonde locks. “How are you so good at this shit?"
Enjin chuckles against your clit, the vibrations traveling through your core. "Just me, I guess," he mumbles before his fat tongue licks a long stripe along your slit. You can't keep quiet, having to cover your mouth to avoid alerting someone and having them see you pinned against the wall with your pussy in your best friend's mouth.
Enjin gives the impression that he wants to make up for all the wasted time, so he continues to lap at your sweet, pretty little cunt and moan as he does it, drunk off of the taste of you. You are drunk too–off his fat, pierced tongue; his fingers; his soft lips. "Sh-Shit, Jin, faster!" you beg through trembling lips. "Please! I need it faster!"
He pauses, staring up at through feral, golden eyes. "Faster, mama?" he pants. "I can do that. Anythin' to make you scream f'me."
His fingers trail over your puffy lips, making you whine. "Want some fingers too?" he asks. "Just two...unless you want more." You slowly nod, unsure of if you can speak, but he takes the message.
You gasp as he sheathes two long fingers inside of you, crooking them in a 'come hither' motion as he sucks on your clit. “You’re so good to me, baby girl,” he murmurs against your clit. “My girl taste so, so good."
You whimper at his words, gripping his hair while he tongue-fucks you against the wall, your slick dripping down your inner thighs and on his tongue. “O-Oh, fuck!” you loudly gasp, forgetting to cover your mouth. “Shit, Jin, yes!” You immediately pause, listening for any voices.
But you don't get to feel guilty for it for too long because Enjin's tongue and fingers are wiping all thoughts from your brain except for white hot pleasure. You have to cover your mouth again as you moan and whine into your palm, grinding and fucking that wet, gushing pussy onto his digits in time with him curling them up against that spot.
“I’m gonna cum, Jin,” you whined through your fingers. He blinks those eyes up at you, the eye contact making you crazy, and pulls his lips away while still finger fucking you stupid. “Beg,” he demands. “Beg for me to make you cum. Lemme hear it, mamas."
A hiccup of protest explodes out of you, fat tears pricking your eyes and threatening to ruin your mascara. Fuck your pride. Fuck the friendship. You need to cum. “Please!” you sob. “Please, Enjin, baby, I need you to make this pussy cum!”
That is more than enough for him. Like a wild animal, Enjin dives back into your pussy and laps at your clit while he strokes your insides with his fingers, drawing you closer and closer to your intense nut until it crashes down like a house of cards.
With a loud, drawn-out moan, you cream all over his mouth. He takes it all, his moans of pleasure mingling with your muffled ones as he laps hungrily at your pussy, slurping up your juices while his fingers slows its strokes inside of you.
Your body tenses and shakes as your orgasm runs through you, making your fingers clench his hair and your toes curl in your wedges. Once you come down from your high, Enjin pulls away and gently takes his fingers out of you, sucking you off of them.
He stands and presses his fingers to your glossy lips. “Taste yourself." You open your quivering mouth and obey, sucking yourself off of his fingers as you stare into his eyes. He groans, biting his lip at the sight. “Fuck, your mouth is so tight,” he pants.
You can't resist cupping his bulge between you, earning another hot, husky groan from him. "Let me please you too," you purr. "Let me taste you, Jin." How could any man ever resist such a naughty request?
And out in the open, where anyone could see you, Enjin allows you to get on your knees and take his big, veiny, thick, beautiful cock in your mouth. You are dickmatized from it as soon as it springs to life out of his briefs, slapping against his toned stomach and happy trail. You have never seen such a gorgeous dick in your life, and you aren't shocked that Enjin is carrying a third leg on him.
And he has a dick piercing. How sexier can this motherfucker get?!
Enjin watches you through slightly-red slits as you spit on his dick and stroke it, getting used to its thickness. "Shit," he exhales, filling you with pride. The sound of your hand pumping his wet cock fills the air, making your pussy gush between your naked thighs.
You stare into his eyes as you push him past your plump, sticky lips. He is much bigger than he appears, stretching out your mouth until your jaw aches. Your lips stretch around his length the more you take it, pushing past your throat. “Fuck,” he moans, his fingers lacing through your braids. “I knew you’d be good at this, baby. Such a big girl takin’ such a big dick.”
You moan around his cock, the vibrations traveling up his shaft, making him bite his bottom lip. Your plump lips slide up and down his veiny dick, stopping at his bulbous, pink, pierced tip before traveling back down to plunge his cock into your throat.
"Oh, f-fuck, baby!" he stammers, blushing at the lewd sight of you sucking the soul out of him. He has to place a hand on the wall to keep from tumbling over, bending his knees to begin slowly rocking his hips into your mouth.
Your nostrils fill with the scent of his cologne, body wash, and naturally spicy scent. You tast nothing but him, salty cum and warm skin mixing on your tongue. "S'good, Jin?" you wetly ask him, popping off of his cock. "You like my mouth?"
"Uh-huh," he pants, staring down at you in awe. "Give me more, mama. I'm beggin' you...and I don't fuckin' beg." But for you, he absolutely will.
Porn-worthy grunts and whines drip from his mouth as he continues to fuck your throat, taking his time. You begin to gag on his cock, stuffing your mouth full of him, doing your very best to not throw it all back up.
You thought he was deep before? Enjin shows you deep. "Let me fuck that pretty face," he grunts. "Wanna get that mouth fuckin’ pregnant. Can I do that, baby?”
He lifts your face up to look deep into his lustful, golden eyes. You find yourself nodding and then giving him a whimpering, “Y-Yes.”
"Tap me if it's too much." Then that big ol' dick is back in your mouth and plunging deeper down your throat. He groans as your throat flexes around his shaft as he uses your throat to get himself off, leaning his head back to give you a view of his thick neck.
You drink in his body, lifting his shirt up to expose his toned, tatted stomach, pecs, and pierced nipples. You feel so slutty being here, sucking him off in an alleyway, but you've never felt sexier in your life than being used for your crush's pleasure.
He stares down at you, lovingly staring at your stained mascara and makeup that has seen better days. “If only you could see how pretty you look right now, baby," he murmurs, his hand stroking your scalp. “You’re doin’ so fuckin’ good f’me, baby. Such a good girl."
That ignites a fire in you that alcohol could never do. You giggle, drunk off of him, and continue to eagerly take him, your soft lips sliding along his cock as your mouth slides up and down, giving him throat like you hope he's never experienced in his life. “Oh, my God,” he groans, his eyes rolling back into his skull. “Shhhhit, baby!”
In between sucks, you stroke him and cup his balls, massaging the big, cum-filled beauties. You watch him intently, loving how the whites of his eyes looked. “You taste so good, Jin,” you purr through lips wet with his pre-cum and your spit.
It all slides down his dick and coats his balls as you continue to give him that gwak-gwak 3000, putting in work like you never had killing trash monsters. “H-Ha, shit! Oh, fuck, hgn, baby, hold on!” he whines, nearly falling from intensity of your blowjob. “M’gonna cum!”
You eagerly suck him more, swallowing him down, needing him to shoot a fat load in your throat. “No, no, hold up!” he gasps. “I-I—oh, fuck, I need to fuck you before I nut!"
You immediately stop, staring up at him in awe. "Out here?" you pant. He nods, breathing heavily, cock throbbing in your hand. "If you cool with it. I'll fuck you wherever you want me to."
You decide right then that there will be plenty more times for him to fuck you in a soft bed...hopefully. After tonight, you hope more moments with him like this will occur, but right now, all you want is him inside you. You need to feel what he feels like.
"Do it." You stand on wobbly legs, letting him help you up. "I want you to fuck me, Jin," you pant, sloppily kissing him. "Make me cum for you." He blinks at you, surprised by your eagerness. "But I don't have a—"
"S'okay," you slur, cutting him off with your lips, sticky and wet against his. "Just pull out before you cum. You can do it on my ass." He ain’t need anymore persuasion than that. Quickly, he spits a load on his dick and rubs it in, covering it in his saliva before he pins you against the wall with those strong arms of his.
Plap-plap. His fat dick slaps against your pussy as you hike your leg up on his waist, hiking your dress up over your hips to expose yourself to him. There you are: glistening, brown, and wet. "Try not to be too loud," he whispers. You can't even nod before he's pushing the tip in, making you gasp.
You grab hold of him, trembling as he pushes himself in inch after inch, filling you up with his fat cock. "F-Fuck me," he softly stammers. He keeps quiet, biting back a loud moan as you squeeze around him.
You're a little less discreet, barely even trying to hold in your moans. “Oh, fuck!” you gasp, your voice bouncing off of the walls. Your voice causes his cock to throb inside of you, making you groan at the feeling of him trapped between your wet, velvety walls.
After some adjustments, he begins to slowly rock his hips, rubbing his pelvis against your throbbing clit, making pleasure explode like bombs throughout your body. Enjin fucks like a damn pro, his slow strokes knocking the air out of your lungs, leaving you gasping for air.
"S'good, mamas?" he slurs, drunk off of your pussy and how soft you feel against him. One hand grips your thigh while the other has a handful of your ass, smacking it between thrusts. "Y-Yes!" you loudly stammer, digging your nails into his shoulders. "Fuck yes, Jin! Fuck me just like that, Daddy!"
You don't realize how loud you are until Enjin covers your mouth.
“As much as I love hearin' you scream, you gotta keep quiet,” he chuckles. "You’re gonna get us caught.” You nod, vision growing hazy as your pussy squelches around his dick. “S-Sorry,” you whimper when he moves his hand away. “You just feel so good!”
Enjin groans in agreement, adjusting so he's nestled farther inside of you. “Fuck, you too. You’re so fuckin’ tight and wet and…oh, shit!”
The way you squeeze around him, tighter than a vice, and your plush ass in his palm makes him fuck you harder. Faster. Snapping his hips forward again and again. "S'okay I fuck you like this?" he pants. "I'll slow down if you want t–"
“Fuck me hard, Daddy,” you beg, cupping his handsome face in your hands, staring up at through long lashes and pleading, brown eyes. “Please! I-I’ll be quiet, I promise! Just give it to m—“
Enjin doesn't give you time to finish your sentence because he's already pounding into your tight, wet heat without abandon as you grip onto him for dear life. “Like this?” he grunts. “My baby needs it like this?” He fucks you at an angle that makes you nuzzle his neck to hide your moans, every thrust and rub of your clit against his stomach making you drown in euphoria.
But what gives you ultimate bliss is not just his immaculate stroke game–it's what he just said to you. Calling you his baby. And you feel that that is what you are to him now: his baby. His girl. His pretty girlfriend to please and squeeze and fuck and love on as long as you want him to.
And you want it forever. As long as time allows you.
“Uh-huh!” you lewdly hum behind your hand, covering your mouth to muffle your moans as Enjin pounds you against the wall, taking you further and further towards your end.
“You’re so tight for me, cutie pie,” he moans, continuing to give you that cock deep and fast. “So wet too. You needed this too, didn’t you?” He takes you by the throat and squeezes, making your mouth fall slack behind your hand. “Yes!” you squeal, your eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. “Faster, Jin! Fuck this pussy faster!"
Your begging must ignite something in Ejin because his thrusts become harder and rougher, his body pressed flush against yours.
He grips you up with one arm, fucking you so roughly that your knee begins to buckle. Realizing you can't stand on one leg anymore, he hikes up the other until you're bouncing off of his cock, dangling in his arms like a koala bear.
"O-Oh, f-f-u-u-!" You can't finish your sentence; words do not compute anymore. Your moans mingle with the lewd, squelching sounds of his fat cock pistoning in and out of your pussy. Plap-plap-plap; a rhythm that makes you gush even more.
His own hushed sounds of pleasure mingle with yours, mixing with the sound of his cock lewdly swirling in your squelching, wet pussy that clamps down hard on him, trapping him in you.
"And don't think this is just a quick fuck," he pants in your ear. "After tonight, you're mine and I'm takin' you on a proper date." Your hole sucks him in deep as if your pussy is agreeing to this too. You want nothing more than to be his.
“That sound good, hm?” he teasingly asks, continue to hold your neck as he pistons into you. “You like that, baby?” You moan in response, absolutely gone from the pleasure. “F-Fuck, Enjin!” you babble. "I'm g-gonna cum soon!"
Enjin kisses you, your mouth beckoning him forward. He moans hotly into your mouth as his cock thickens inside of you. He's close too. "Cum for me," he whines into your mouth through hot pants. "Give it all to me, mama. I'll take it all—just fuckin' cum for me!"
The more he fucks you, the closer you get, the more your pussy slams onto him and the more your delicious titties jiggle and bounced for him in your sundress.
Finally, with a few more mind-blowing thrusts, you tip over the edge, and Enjin quickly covers your mouth as you let out a wail of release.
It doesn't take long for you to cum all over his cock, your pussy squeezing him tight enough where he can hardly move. Your body stiffens as you cream, drenching his dick in your honey, making it ooze and drip down his balls. Enjin's hips stutter as he continues to fuck you through your nut, his pants and groans growing more intense.
"I'mma cum soon, babe," he warns you. "Y-You've gotta get down unless you want me to get you pregnant."
Your slutty side tells you that it's not such a bad idea, but you don't listen. Instead, you slide off of his waist and turn around, allowing him to hike your dress up to expose your plump ass to him. He smacks it around a bit, his big palm clapping down hard on the flesh so it recoils.
You hear him fuck his fist, the wet sounds making your pussy ooze. "H-Ha, sh-shit, baby!" he grunts. "I'mma...I'm gonna fuckin' cum!" And with a hushed groan, his cum spurts all over your ass, drenching you in it. You feel it drip off of the juicy globes, sliding down to stain your thighs.
"C'mere," he raspily orders, pulling you against him. His lips finds yours again, his moans and heavy pants mixing with yours as your tongues swirled with one another, tasting each other.
Finally, when the high of your nut and the hot sex ebbs, you both sigh, his hands cupping your tits and your arm laced around his neck.
You giggle into the kiss, causing him to laugh with you. “Fuck,” he sighs against your mouth. “That was so good.” You press yourself back into him, lacing your fingers in his soft, blonde locks. “Mm,” you hum in agreement, still quite unable to verbalize anything.
He holds you close, gently massaging your tits like they're stress balls for him. “You’re fuckin’ perfect," he whispers in your ear. "You don't understand, babe. That meant somethin' to me." He pecks your cheek, making your stomach flutter. You still can't believe this is actually happening.
Enjin, your closet friend and the object of your secret affections, kissing you. Holding you close. Fucking you deep.
After he cleans himself up and shoves his dick back in his pants, he helps readjust your panties and your dress. Like he didn't just fuck you out in an alleyway for the entire town to see.
You turn around to face him, seeing a loving smile on his face, and properly kiss him, standing up on your tip toes to reach him. He wraps his arms around your waist, practically lifting you up off of the ground. You squeal, laughing when he pecks kisses all over your face.
"Let's get outta here before someone sees us," he whispers, his lips toying with your earlobe. "I think a hot shower, a cuddle, and maybe a round two is in order."
"Or multiple rounds," you whisper back, still aching with need for him. A deep rumble of agreement escapes him, making your core clench and that heartbeat appear right back between your thighs like you didn't just cum your brains out twice in a row.
"Sounds like a plan to me, mama," he murmurs before he readjusts his arms and carries you bridal style in them, your face pressed against his chest. "Let's go home."
"What about the party?" you ask, soft laughter on your tongue as the tall, hot blonde begins to carry you to the truck.
"Fuck the party. I'm more interested gettin' you naked again."
Two weeks. Two fucking weeks of Enjin acting strange.
Whenever you pressed your body against his in bed - whenever you slid your hand down towards the soft golden hair that leads down to his crotch, and you tried seducing him with your low voice he pulled away. Fourteen days about excuses, being tired, the missions were too much.
On day fifteen you tried again. Using the chance of him relaxing on the couch as you straddle his lap.
“Hi baby,” you purred into his ear.
Grinding down you moaned as you felt him growing thick against your middle. Only for him to lift you up and sit you down next to him.
“Not now, doll.”
The distant look in his eyes hurt as much as the reaction did.
Wordlessly you went to bed. Hurt, horny, confused. Scared that you’d lose him.
Enjin waited an hour before he shuffled to bed. Stiff he laid down next to you. But unlike the nights before you didn’t reach for him and he didn’t reach for you.
Ouch.
The next morning you still refused to speak to him and went to the bathroom. Brushing your teeth, your hair you prepared the shower since it took an eternity for warm water to come out.
You didn’t look up as Enjin followed after you. He fucked up and he knew he fucked up. But what you didn’t know there was a reason for all this, and that was him being terrified how you’d react. Maybe even laugh at him.
Behind you he took off his clothes and you didn’t mention how rude it was for him to occupy the shower when you were here first.
“Come with me, doll.”
Confused you did as you were told. Stripping naked and standing behind him under the warm stream. If he’d break up with you in the shower then that’d be the foulest thing he’d ever done.
When Enjin turned around he took your hand and guided it down to his cock. It was still soft, but it stirred under your touch.
Well, that wasn’t—
“Look.”
You looked down and there… holy shit. Along the base was a name. Neat letters in black, slightly raised against his skin, because it was still healing. Your name. Your name was tattooed on his dick.
“Enjin,” you breathed. Fingers dancing softly over the letters.
“It hurt like a bitch,” he swallowed. “Didn’t want you to see it before it healed. It’s fuckin’ stupid, ain’t it?”
“Stupid?” your bottom lip wobbled.
"Didn't know how to tell you." he ran a hand through his wet hair. "How do you say 'I got your name tattooed on my dick because I want to carry you with me even when I'm inside you' without sounding insane?"
A wet laugh bubbled from your throat. Half sob, half relief. “You’re an idiot,” you whispered.
“Yeah.”
He was fully hard now, throbbing against your palm. It looked so fucking hot how his skin turned red and the letters curving with it. Hunger and desire had your thighs rubbing together.
“I think I want to see it up close,” you hummed as you went down on your knees.
A relieved groan escaped Enjin as he saw the arousal in your eyes and felt the want when you kissed the letters inked into him forever.
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