mars! they/them || 24~bleach, jjk, whoever else i think is hot~ dark content/very nsfw/ smut only !
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will not write- fandoms i’m not in, pedo anything, step/incest, scat, electro play, noncon, anal penetration
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*if you see me write ichigo, i write post TYBW/Hell Arc ichigo ONLY !
your best friends decide to help you get over a breakup in a very special way.
wc: 3.8K
📝: black fem!reader, 3sum ffm action, substance use, oral sex, squirting, fingering, shotgunning, praise kink, masturbation, facials, spit play, all of the fun things, ofc not set in the gachiakuta universe bc yall know me by now and semiu is still very much gay, she’s just having a lil’ fun! Just filthy and maybe a lil ooc but it never gave that I cared fr
this is rushed, I hate it and I was drunk too, writing this straight from my coochie but ik if I kept thinking abt it too much, I would’ve never dropped it. So enjoy. Pretend you never saw this if you don’t like it.
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The two of them couldn’t have been more different and yet they complimented one another so well! Semiu, a rather stoic, alluring, no nonsense, crazy intelligent, fierce lady with zero patience for foolishness. However, she did have a bit of a soft side when the need arose…not to mention, she was insanely gorgeous. Every woman or otherwise had their sights set on Miss Semiu but they’d be luckier to find a needle in a haystack than to get a shot with her! Naturally, she’d have her fun here and there but nothing too serious. Then there was Enjin…the sweet, kind hearted, lovable goofball turned heads each time he entered a space. Whether that was due to his exceptionally good looks; standing at a striking six foot three, littered in tattoos with spiky blonde locks or that hilarious personality of his. He certainly could be the life of the party when he wanted to and he always had this big brotherly-esque charm about him that would make anyone feel safe in his presence. And together, you’d never be more protected and comfortable with anyone else than you would with those two around. It was one night, whilst the three of you were hanging out at Semiu’s place…a spotless environment, shrouded in modern, afro-centric decor with sleek glass and marble furnishings. Seated on the plush suede couches as you partook in your vices of choice. Semiu, nursing a glass of red wine, Enjin blowing smoke from a blunt and (y/n)? Well, you opted for a bit of both…as this week had been particularly tough on you.
“So…you gon’ talk about it or are you just gon’ keep getting drunk and high until that little head of yours starts to spin?”
The brash tone and smooth feel was none other than the short haired beauty herself. Dressed in a silk teddy with a robe draped around her frame, she sat in a nearby recliner as you and Enjin held down the sofa. He, on the other hand, sported dark grey sweatpants and a black wifebeater. A small gold necklace with a cross attached dangled from his throat and medium sized diamond studs decorated each ear lobe. All he could do was chuckle in response to her obviously rhetorical and straightforward question. The three of you had been close for some years now but their history predates even that. Having been friends for even longer. Even so, the three of you were always here for one another. Which was particularly important tonight, as you were going through quite a rough patch, following a breakup from your boyfriend of two years.
“Ahh, cut the lady some slack, Semiu. She’s just trying to process everything the best way she knows how. I’m sure she’ll be fine.” Flashing you a toothy grin as he reached over to pull you a little closer.
He was absolutely right. Regardless of how much you’d smile or even pretend to be okay, they both knew full and well that you were not. Even when grinning, they could sense a tremble in your voice or the quiver of a lip as certain topics arose…it couldn’t be helped. You were blindsided by the man you were certain you were going to spend forever with, being in bed with your neighbor.
“Psh…well if you ask me, ol’ dude ain’t worth shedding tears or wasting breath on. He’s always been a loser and in my honest, humble opinion, you were settling anyways, girl. Fuck him and his bad built mama.”
Not even uttering the words as a means to cut below the belt. But because his mother was over half the reason the relationship was awful. She was always shady towards you; smiling in your face, only for rumors to circulate back that she had been talking cold hard shit about you. She’d enable and excuse her son’s horrible behavior and eventually, she’d get to the point of being unable to hide her hatred for every girl that dared take her precious baby boy away from her and that’s when the old witch would begin making life nothing short of hell. In hindsight, he certainly was not worth the headache of having to deal with that!
“She’s right, y’know…as mean as she may be. The guy was a total douche and waaay out of his league with you. You’re too damn fine to be crying over a bastard who couldn’t even get his damn beard to connect. If you ask me, you deserve a lot better.”
Those clever insults from your comrades did at least manage to garner a few hearty laughs from you. But even so, it did little to quell your worries overall. You knew there was truth to their statements but you were also now all alone. No one there to greet you once you made it home, no one to talk to throughout the day and definitely no one to satisfy those late night urges…
“Uh oh, (y/n) girl…sounds like Enjin is tryna’ take his place already. You better watch out.”
“C’mon, Semiu. You’re making me sound like a sleazeball. Just comforting my friend, ‘s all.”
Smirking as she continued nursing her drink. You on the other hand, were growing far more nervous and between those substances coursing through your veins and being curled underneath a guy you’d long since harbored feelings for but suppressed out of respect, that idea didn’t sound too bad. Hell, it beat sitting here being sad over some philandering cornball.
“Oh please, y’all are just saying that to be nice. Besides, it’s way too soon for that sort of thing anyways. It’s only been a week.” But yet again, the ever so blunt Semiu had a rebuttal for your ridiculous logic.
“Says who? He ain’t give you no heads up or warning when he was fucking another bitch. You know what they say…the quickest way to get over a man is to get on another one. Or something like that. Hell, I don’t know. Just do what makes you happy and stop worrying about him.” That’s what you loved about her. Always telling you what was necessary rather than what you wanted to hear. After their much needed advice and insane pep talks, you’d begin to loosen up. A few more glasses of Sutter Home and puffs of that blunt later, and you were a completely different person. Far more at ease, relaxed and most certainly comfortable. So much so, you’d begin to open up about things that you otherwise would not have. Including your sex lives!
“Don’t play with me, (y/n). You were sitting here crying over a man that had you faking it and getting off in the bathroom when he went to sleep? I’ll be damned.”
As the conversation flowed and you all became more apt to discuss these things, the more you began to fantasize about other possibilities…what would happen if you were to give Enjin a chance? What would one night be like with him? Not only that…Semiu. You’d always found her so attractive but knowing that she herself was a lesbian, she’d probably swear you were ‘faking gay’ to get over your heartbreak caused by a man. Despite you being bisexual yourself and dating women before this. Either way, you didn’t want to jeopardize your long time bonds for one evening of menial pleasure. However, you wouldn’t have to deal with the awkward segway into the inquiry. As they’d open up the floor for you. Enjin, who was still keeping you tucked underneath his arm, would peer down and make yet another statement that would drive their points home.
“That’s a good enough reason, if any, to move on. Any man worth his salt knows his lady gets hers first. Jeez, (y/n). No offense, sweetheart but you really gotta up your standards a lil’.”
“See? He may be an idiot but he’s a gentleman first.”
prompting the blonde to scoff at his friend’s backhanded compliment. However, things were only about to intensify and both of you would get the wish so obviously pertinent on both of your minds, thanks to Semiu’s brash nature.
“I got an idea….why don’t we help put our darling little friend’s mind at ease? I mean, sure as hell beats sitting here stirring in your own misery, right?”
Immediately, Enjin caught wind and knew exactly what she was alluding to…causing those lips to curl into a smirk and both of their gazes to fixate on you. Much like two sharks eyeing their prey in water….only you weren’t as innocent in the whole ordeal yourself. After a couple more seconds, you’d catch their drift and begin to feed into it. Chewing at your finger and bottom lip, (y/n) took a glance around the room, over to the beautiful woman seated in the chair and eventually, up at the insanely handsome man cradling you close. You’d lean over and run a finger down his partially covered chest before placing your entire hand across it.
“Yeah…I guess you’re right. It’s been a little while since I’ve been taken care of… ‘think you can help me?” Batting those eyelashes in such a lecherous manner. It didn’t take long for the two of you to begin feeling the other up, caressing the exposed parts of one another’s skin. Your silk slip, matching the ones Semiu was sporting, had Enjin’s mind doing backflips. Not only did he have one sexy lady in his presence but quite possibly two of the baddest he’s ever encountered in his life. Quiet as it was kept, you and anyone else paying attention could see the huge crush he’d harbored for Semiu. But out of sheer respect for her sexuality and as a friend, he’d never cross the line. However, if she were the one tossing the offer to share you, he’d be a damn fool to decline!
“That shouldn’t be a problem at all, darling…..aye, Semiu. Wanna join?”
But in her true nature, she wanted to enjoy the view before getting a taste for herself.
“Nah, you two go right ahead….think I’ll just watch first. Put on a good show f’r me.” Declaring whilst taking another sip from her glass.
With that, Enjin wouldn’t keep his precious waiting another moment and would focus all of his attention on you. Curling his veiny hand around your neck with that blunt pinched between the fingers of the opposite one, Enjin would take another drag, bringing your lips closer to his own before exhaling a ring of smoke into your mouth. You’d immediately shutter in pure bliss as you’d never had someone shotgun you before.
“Well you heard the boss lady ....looks like we have to really do our best, yeah?” Nodding along, you’d allow him to keep those hands pressed to your neck as he initiated some deep, sloppy, drawn out kisses. Ones that would prompt you to moan against his lips. Your tongues thrashing around between one another’s jaws. Meanwhile, your legs would instinctively rise to the couch and spread apart as you guys continued to make out. You’d long since dreamed about a moment like this and needless to say, he didn’t disappoint. The tenderness of his pecks, the way he handled you and the way he’d massage your most sensitive areas within that strong grasp, you were kicking yourself for not doing this much sooner. It was amidst those kisses, you’d feel his fingers glide down into your panties. Serving as somewhat of a check to see if he were giving you the pleasure you craved and deserved.
“Oh shit…this wet already, huh? I see why he couldn’t handle it. You’re a mess just from a lil’ kissing.”
“Mmmph…I guess you just have that effect on me..”
Teasing you as those digits rested idly in that tight hole. He’d push one in and out slowly whilst the other danced around that swollen clit. That’s when he’d tug your top half down and catch a glimpse of those perky breasts that had been hiding underneath all of those cute clothes you sported, as well as your work uniform.
“And look at these pretty ass titties. They’re so nice and round…these cute little nipples just look like they’re begging to be sucked..”
Your eyes fluttered to the back of your head slowly, head falling onto the cushions behind you as those movements grew deeper. He’d push those fingers up into those spongy walls, causing gushing sounds to erupt along with your moans. Which only intensified with his lips now latched around those stiff buds.
“Fuuuck….Enjin. I—“
“Yeah? You what? Words, doll. Tell me what you need right now. Don’t hold back.” Briefly pausing to lob saliva onto those folds, causing you to quiver in response. But he was quick to capture you in a kiss to stifle those moans.
“…want you to fuck me….goddamn..”
That’s when you’d hear faint moans that didn’t belong to either you or Enjin and catch a glimpse of Semiu out of your peripheral view .
She too had joined in on the festivities..
“Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about…use his fingers, babygirl.”
Tongue wagging as she toyed with her own cunt. Rubbing the pretty clit and spreading apart those plump, clean, waxed lips with a perfectly small shaven patch of bush resting on her mound. Clearly getting off to the sight of her sweet, innocent little (y/n) getting deflowered.
“Damn…even my girl’s dripping. And she doesn’t even like men.” Enjin declared, glancing over to his long time companion and not so subtle object of his affection. By this time, she had sat all the way back, legs draped on each arm of the recliner as those white painted digits dug deeper. Bodily fluids of the same shade began to drip down from the knuckle and onto the suede material as a result.
“Yeah, exactly why I don’t drink wine. That shit always ends up going straight to my coochie..I’ll hop on just about anything right now…”
Making both you and Enjin break your intense kiss with a laugh. Which was a perfect segway into adding Semiu into the fold. Because quiet as it was kept, your male counterpart was feeling rather greedy tonight. He would only get his fill if he could devour both of you at the same time! So with much reluctance, he’d withdraw those long fingers that had been slowly massaging those insides. But not without allowing you to taste yourself.
“Well ... .I think we should do something about that then…after all, I think I’m more than capable of handling it.” Halting and rising to his feet, the very obviously pussydrunk Enjin gathered his bearings before roping the giant muscular arm around your waist and scooping you onto one shoulder and walking over to place Semiu onto the other..planning to take this little escapade to a place where he’d have ample room to satisfy each of you. Kicking the door shut in one fell swoop, the eager, ravenous blonde would lie you both on the mattress; lined with black silk sheets and and sink to his knees. Only after instructing you both to lie in front of him with your legs parted and pinned back. It was reminiscent of a scene plucked straight from an adult film and with you two as his co-stars, he certainly didn’t mind putting on one hell of a performance.
“Then show us what you have, big boy—ooh fuck! Yeah, that’s it…”
Kneeling down to become eye level with those drooling cunts, Enjin would keep a hand each pinned to your thighs to hold you both in place. Beginning with Semiu first, he’d hold nothing back when it came to lapping and licking on all her most sensitive areas; that steel tongue ring that had been dangling around inside of his mouth thrashing around on her clit, slurping up that sweet nectar and prodding her hole with the tip of it. Whilst his fingers continued to work you over. Akin to more of a machine than a man, Enjin worked in perfect tandem to satisfy his ladies ....alternating back and forth. Repeating the same exact movements on you and vice versa. (Y/N) would cry out, whimpering and moaning as he began to suckle on that aching bud. Catching on rather quickly just how overly sensitive you were and just how fast you could reach an orgasm. Tears trickled down your cheeks and you’d look over to see Semiu smiling at you with her fingers interlocking your own. She’d make haste in shoving her tongue into your mouth, thrashing those tongues around and sloppily tasting your flavor in the process. You understood fully as to why everyone was head over heels for this woman. Those kisses alone had you fawning and falling in love. You almost forgot Enjin was even there for a moment!
“Awww….is our sweet girl gonna come for us? You can let go…”
Giving you permission to make a mess of him with those delectable juices. And needless to say, when you did release, it stunned them both. Drenching Enjin’s top in a puddle of squirt as a result of his laborious licking.
“Goddamn…you weren’t lying when you said you can get it wet.”
“Hell no she wasn’t…I gotta feel some more of that..”
From that moment on, once he shed himself of all of his clothing and ripped you and Semiu out of yours everything seemed to be a blur ... .all of it becoming one big, giant slutty mess. From her seating herself on your face as Enjin tapped his cock head against that quivering fold before slipping it in…causing you to buck your hips in reaction. You’d noticed earlier by that imprint that he had to be pretty damn well endowed. But nothing could think to prepare you for that thick member and fat tip to split you open. Meanwhile, she’d ride your face to her heart’s content; seated comfortably on your lips as the bridge of your nose rested between her lower ones. Eating her pussy as if it were the tastiest of delicacies. Moaning again her frothy sex in response to being pounded. That sweet liquid trailing down your chin whilst your own dripped down the base of Enjin’s girthy cock; thrashing you around on it with deep strokes.
“Fuck me just like that…give me that fucking dick, Enji’..” muffled out but still discernible enough to prompt him to go faster.
“That’s it…open up f’r me, my love. This pussy’s got some serious grip to it…no way that fucking loser deserved anything this good. So goddamned creamy too..”
Constantly pouring compliments into you and Semiu following suit. Telling you how much he loved the way you felt around him and that you were so worthy of getting all of his cum. As for her, she’d moan and rotate her hips against your mouth, telling you how wonderful your oral skills were.
“Yeah, she’s such a good little slut…taking that dick and being a real eater at the same time. He definitely didn’t know what to do with you.” each of them realizing just how much you adored being praised and called pet names. This rendezvous would continue on….drawing forth multiple orgasms from that nimble little body.
“Oh my God, Semiu….it feels so good, baby..love the way you eat this pussy.”
“Yeah? Much better than your lil’ ex?”
“So much better…”
Each of them taking turns on you; Semiu demonstrating the skills that had broken many of hearts and had every girl in the city obsessed with her as she drenched your now sore slit in saliva as Enjin gave her backshots…his thumb resting idly in her puckering asshole as she coated him in sticky secretions as well.
“…yeah…pound that shit, baby. Don’t be fucking scared of it..”
“Not a chance, boss lady. You were gracious enough to let me have it…no way I’m gonna fuck up my chance to prove I’m worthy.”
Smirking as he began to drill her into that plush bedding; shoving her face deeper into your cunt until you rewarded her with a stream of warm liquids just for her own.
“Watching you squirt in her mouth is so fucking sexy. You two are gonna be the death of me, I swear..”
The night continued on….filling that room with loud cries, moans and expletives as he worked relentlessly to see how many orgasms he could draw forth from you both. Letting you on top to ride him as Semiu sat atop his face and the two of you made out once more. To him getting a front row seat to you and Semiu scissoring as he jerked himself off.
“Damnit, I’m not gonna last much longer….both of you, on your knees in front of me..”
“Talking to us like you run shit…lucky for you, it’s kinda getting me turned on right now.”
Finally, he’d finish off the night with his leaking cock being thrusted into both of your mouths…you’d wind up taking the lead as you loved to give head. Deepthroating him whilst Semiu suckled on his balls. Enjin on the other hand, felt as if he were going to rip the cushion out of the mattress with the way you both serviced him.
“Fuck, fuck…that’s it! Suck that dick, pretty girl and you’re playing with my—…yeah, I’m gonna fill both of those throats.”
And it wasn’t long until he made good on his word as he prompted you both to lean back and squeeze those massive sets of tits together so that he could splatter them with warm seed. That deep voice filled with grunts and broken cries as he wrangled his cock to spill out of every last drop he could muster.
“Take it… you earned it. You both did…emptying my fucking balls like that..”
Now splattered and covered in cum, you and Semiu would turn to one another for one final kiss.
“So…you think you’re over ol’ dude now? Are you good?”
And the answer was really quite simple:
“Who is that again? I thought he was dead.”
After all, after a night like this one, you didn’t know if you ever wanted to be confined to one person at a time again. And it was apparent that you weren’t the only one.
“Well I’m glad he was such a huge fuck up. Otherwise I wouldn’t have gotten a chance like this. I mean, the only thing better than one freak…is two of them…”
Kinks: Brat taming, Angry Sex, Femdom, Power Exchange, Slight Choking, Light Gagging, Public Teasing, Panty Theft, Dirty Talk, Light Degradation, Creampie, Manhandling, Rough Sex,
He’s been a pain in your ass all day.
It started at breakfast. You shuffled into the kitchen still half-asleep, eyes bleary and steps sluggish like a zombie, oversized shirt slipping off one shoulder. You’d barely crossed the threshold when Enjin pushed past you without warning—broad chest brushing deliberately against your back, one tattooed hand grazing the curve of your hip just a little too slow, too intentional, as he reached the counter first.
You grumbled under your breath, shooting him a sleepy glare.
He just turned and flashed you that typical that infuriatingly smug grin, dimples carving deep into his cheeks, golden eyes sparkling with pure mischief. “Mornin’, trouble.”
You sighed, telling yourself your mood would improve the second you had some coffee in you—until Tomme spoke up from the table, voice apologetic. “Uh… sorry, Bunny. Enjin took the last of it.”
Your head snapped toward the blond Cleaner. Sure enough, he was leaning against the counter, casually sipping from a full mug like he hadn’t just committed a cardinal sin. You scowled at him hard.
Enjin simply shrugged, completely unbothered, and took another slow, pointed sip. Steam curled up around his face as that infuriating grin widened. “You snooze, you lose, trouble.”
Asshole.
Tomme tried to make amends, already moving to grab fresh grounds. “I can make a new pot real quick—” “Don’t bother,” you muttered, irritation souring your stomach. You weren’t in the mood for caffeine anymore. Not when Enjin looked so damn pleased with himself, like he could already tell exactly how worked up he was making you.
Later on, after a pleasant lunch with Riyo, you found yourself in the workshop helping Follo and Gris count and document supplies. The room hummed with the quiet bustle of other supporters moving between shelves and crates, but your focus stayed on the task at hand—until Gris’s low voice cut through the noise.
“Grab the spare filter cartridges from the top shelf for me, sweetheart?” he asked, already jotting notes on his clipboard while Follo sorted through a nearby box.
You nodded and crossed to the tall metal shelving unit, stretching up onto your tiptoes as far as your small frame would allow. Your fingers brushed uselessly against the edge of the top shelf where the box had been shoved just out of reach. “Come on…” you muttered, hopping once in frustration, the hem of your shirt riding up a little as you strained.
A warm, solid presence pressed right up behind you—too close, too familiar. Enjin’s chest brushed your back, one tattooed arm sliding easily over your shoulder as he reached up without even trying. His fingers closed around the box you’d been fighting for, and for a second his body pinned you gently against the shelves, heat radiating through his shirt and into your skin. “Need a hand, trouble?” His voice was low and lazy, breath ghosting hot against your ear, that lazy, troublemaker smirk practically audible in every syllable.
Before you could snatch it from him, Enjin stepped back just enough to dangle the box high above your head, well out of reach, shaking it teasingly between his fingers.
You spun around, cheeks already burning. “Enjin—give it back, you asshole.”
He grinned wider, dimples carving deep, holding it even higher as you jumped once, twice, swatting at his wrist. You could feel every set of eyes in the room flick your way—Follo’s golden gaze lingering on the way your body moved, Gris raising one scarred brow from his clipboard, the rest of the supporters pausing their tasks to watch and whisper.
“What’s wrong, princess?” Enjin drawled, voice dripping with mock innocence as he twirled the box just out of reach again. “Too short to reach? C’mon, jump a little higher. I know you can do it.”
Your face flamed hotter. You lunged forward, grabbing at his arm, but he just lifted it higher, laughing low and warm while he stepped back out of your range.
“Enjin, I swear. I’m going to fucking strangle you.”
The room went suddenly, uncomfortably silent. Enjin’s smirk only sharpened, golden eyes gleaming as he looked down at you. “In front of everyone, trouble? Kinky.”
You stopped dead in your tracks, hands fisted at your sides, trembling with a mix of embarrassment and pure rage. Your face burned redder than Riyo’s hair.
Enjin’s expression flickered for half a second—like maybe he’d finally pushed you too far—until a large hand landed on his shoulder. He turned to find Gris standing there, calm and steady as always. “Enough, Enjin,” Gris said, voice low and even. He plucked the box from Enjin’s hand without effort and handed it to you with a gentle nod. “Leave her alone.”
Enjin rolled his eyes, but that smirk settled right back onto his face as he shoved his hands into his pockets and sauntered toward the door. You ducked behind Gris for safety, sticking your tongue out at the blond’s retreating back like a petty little brat.
The final nail in the coffin came that evening.
You stepped out of the bathroom still damp from the shower, towel twisted loosely around your wet hair as you padded toward your dresser. The day had already left you raw and simmering—every smirk, every deliberate brush of Enjin’s body, every stolen sip of coffee and dangling box still burned under your skin. You just wanted to slip into something soft and comfortable, crawl into bed, and maybe touch yourself to take the edge off before you actually strangled the blond asshole.
Fingers flipping through the neatly folded pile of panties, you hunted for those worn-in, cotton baby-blue full briefs that always felt like a hug after a long shift. Your hand paused when you brushed something stiff and out of place tucked between the soft fabric.
A folded piece of paper.
You pulled it free, unfolding it with a growing scowl. The handwriting was unmistakable—lazy, messy scrawl that somehow still managed to look smug.
Hey trouble. Stole those cute baby-blue panties for some jack-off material. Will return them when I’m done. P.S. They’ll be clean this time, promise.
Your fingers tightened until the paper crumpled in your fist. Heat flooded your face, equal parts fury and something dangerously close to arousal. That fucking asshole had the nerve to root through your drawer, steal your favorite pair, and then leave a goddamn receipt like it was funny.
The towel hit the floor with a wet slap.
You yanked on the first clean clothes your hands found—a loose jumper that covered you enough before you were storming out of your room. Bare feet slapped against the hallway floor, heart pounding and every step only stoked the fire higher.
Now he was going to pay.
The door to Enjin’s room clicks shut behind you with a hard, final sound that still feels like a challenge. He’s already lounging there in nothing but a black tank and low-slung sweats, long gray coat tossed over the chair, the hem of his shirt riding up to show the sharp cut of his hips and the dark swirl of tattoos disappearing beneath the waistband. A half-smoked cigarette dangles from his lips, yellow eyes half-lidded in that lazy, that infuriatingly smug way that always makes your cunt clench before he’s even touched you.
“Long day, trouble?” he drawls, smoke curling slow and lazy toward the ceiling. “You look like you wanna bite something.”
You don’t answer with words.
You kick the door the rest of the way shut, stalk over, and swing a leg over his hips before he can finish his next lazy inhale. The mattress dips under your knees as you settle your weight right on the thick, half-hard line of his cock through the thin fabric. Enjin’s brows lift, surprised for half a second—then that grin splits wide, dimples carving deep.
“Well shit,” he chuckles, low and smoky. “Maybe I should annoy you more often, huh?”
You don’t give him time to tease. You snatch the cigarette from his mouth, stub it out on the ashtray he keeps on the nightstand, and shove both hands flat against his chest, pinning him down. His tattoos flex under your palms as he lets you—actually lets you—push him flat to the mattress.
“Tonight you’re gonna shut up and take it for how annoying you’ve been today, Enjin.”
His laugh is rough, delighted, vibrating straight up into your core. “Is that so, princess?”
“Yeah,” you mutter, already rocking your hips slow and deliberate, grinding your soaked panties against the growing hardness beneath you. “It is.”
You peel your shirt off in one rough motion and toss it somewhere behind you. His yellow eyes drop immediately to your tits, tongue dragging slow over his lower lip like he’s already imagining his mouth on them. You don’t let him. You grab his wrists and shove them up over his head, leaning your full weight down so your breasts brush his chest.
“Hands stay there,” you order, voice low. “Or I stop.”
Enjin’s grin doesn’t even flicker. “Yes ma’am.” The words drip with mockery, but his cock twitches hard against your cunt anyway. He keeps his arms stretched above his head like a good boy—tattooed fingers loosely curled into the pillow, eyes locked on yours with pure wicked amusement.
You shove his tank up and off, dragging your nails down the hard planes of his stomach until his abs tense and a low hiss slips between his teeth. You hook your fingers into the waistband of his sweats and yank them down just far enough for his thick cock to spring free—already flushed dark, leaking at the tip, veins standing out like they’re begging for attention.
You wrap your hand around him, stroking once, slow and tight from base to head, thumb smearing the bead of pre-cum over the swollen tip. Enjin’s hips jerk up instinctively. You squeeze harder at the base, stopping him cold.
“Stay still,” you warn.
He laughs again—breathier this time—but he obeys, sinking back into the mattress with a lazy roll of his shoulders. “Fuck, you’re hot when you’re mean.”
You don’t answer. You just shove your own soaked panties to the side, line him up, and sink down in one slow, brutal drop.
The stretch punches the air out of both of you. He’s thick—always so fucking thick—and the way he fills you to the hilt in one go makes your walls flutter and clench around him like they’re trying to milk him already. You brace both hands on his chest and start moving—rolling your hips in deep, filthy circles, grinding your clit against his pelvis on every downstroke.
Enjin’s head tips back, throat bared, a low groan rumbling out of him. His fingers twitch above his head like he wants to grab your hips so bad it hurts, but he keeps them there. For now.
“Shit—look at you,” Enjin rasps, voice rough and wrecked with pleasure. His golden eyes are glued to where you’re taking him, watching the way your pussy stretches around his girth on every downstroke. “Riding me like you own this cock. That’s my greedy girl…”
“I do own this fucking cock,” you snap back, voice breathy but fierce. You slam your hips down harder, grinding your clit against his pelvis on the next drop.
He lets out a low, broken groan as you snap your hips faster, riding him like you’re trying to prove a point. The wet slap of skin meeting skin echoes through the room—filthy, rhythmic, obscene—your slick dripping down the thick length of his cock with every grind, coating his shaft and soaking his heavy balls until the sheets beneath him are a ruined mess.
You can feel every throb of him inside you, hot and insistent, stretching you so full it borders on too much. Your pace is brutal, thighs burning, but you keep pushing—rising up until just the fat head catches at your entrance, then slamming back down, taking him to the hilt again and again.
A frustrated huff slips out of you as exhaustion starts to creep in. Your knees ache, hips protesting with every punishing lift, but you refuse to slow. Enjin just watches you through half-lidded golden eyes, that signature shit-eating smirk curling slow and lazy across his face.
“Aw, getting tired already, princess?” he drawls, voice rough with pleasure but dripping with that infuriating amusement.
You pout hard, cheeks burning, and slam your hips down with extra force—burying him so deep his head tips back into the pillows on a broken groan. Your hand flies up to cover his mouth, palm pressing firm against those smirking lips.
“Sh-shut up,” you gasp, voice shaky but stubborn.
He chuckles against your skin—low, warm, and entirely too pleased with himself. Then the bastard licks a slow, deliberate stripe across your palm, tongue dragging hot and wet just to be a complete menace. His yellow eyes sparkle with wicked delight when you shiver on top of him, cunt clenching hard around his throbbing cock in spite of yourself.
You scowl harder as you ride faster, chasing the angle that makes his cock drag perfectly over that spot inside you. Your tits bounce with every slam. Enjin’s eyes are glued to them, tongue caught between his teeth like he’s dying to suck on them but refusing to break the rules you set.
You glare down at him, chest heaving, lips parted on a shaky breath. “You’re such a fucking asshole.”
Enjin just murmurs a lazy “uh-huh” against your palm, the sound muffled and smug, nodding slow like he’s agreeing with the weather report instead of the way you’re currently trying to ride him into the mattress. His golden eyes stay half-lidded, that wicked, self-satisfied smirk still twitching at the corners of his mouth even with your hand clamped over it.
You shift your weight, knees digging harder into the sheets, and slide your free hand up to wrap around his throat. Your fingers barely meet around the thick column of muscle—nowhere near enough to really squeeze—but you press anyway, thumb and fingertips digging in just enough to feel his pulse jump under your touch. The size of him under your palm makes heat flare low in your belly, a fresh rush of slick coating his cock where it’s buried deep inside you.
Enjin’s chuckle vibrates straight against your fingers, low and warm and entirely too amused. His lashes flutter, golden eyes going a little hazy at the light pressure, but the smirk only widens, dimples carving deep as he rocks his hips up once—slow, deliberate—dragging his thick length along your fluttering walls like he’s daring you to do something about it.
You push your hands harder against him—one still clamped over his mouth, the other tightening around his throat in a wordless threat—as you focus every ounce of energy back on your own pleasure. Your hips snap down faster, bouncing harder and deeper. The wet, filthy slap of your ass meeting his hips fills the room, your slick dripping messily down his thick shaft and soaking his balls with every frantic grind.
Your head tips back, lips parted on a broken moan, eyes rolling toward the back of your skull as your lashes flutter wildly. Fuck—he feels so good like this, stretching you open, throbbing hot and heavy inside your clenching cunt. You’re close. Really fucking close. The coil in your belly winds tighter with every brutal drop of your hips, pleasure spiking sharp and electric up your spine—
When his control finally snaps.
One second he’s still letting you use him, golden eyes hazy and that smirk still twitching under your palm. The next, his tattooed hands lock around your waist like iron bands, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips hard enough to bruise. A low, rough growl rumbles against your fingers as he yanks you down flush against him, burying himself to the hilt in one savage thrust that punches the air straight out of your lungs.
“You really thought you could put me in my place, trouble?” he growls, voice low and dark and delighted. “Cute. Real fucking cute.”
He doesn’t give you a second to protest. He hooks your knees over his elbows, folds you in half, and starts fucking you like he’s been waiting to ruin you the entire time you were on top. Deep, brutal thrusts that punch the air out of your lungs and make the bedframe slam against the wall. Every snap of his hips drives his cock so deep you swear you feel it in your throat.
“That’s really fucking cute,” he laughs—low, filthy, and entirely too pleased with himself—leaning in until his forehead presses hot against yours. “Thinking you could boss me around? Nah, princess. I’m gonna remind you exactly where you’re always on the bottom.”
You try to snap something bratty back—“Fuck y—” but the words fracture into a broken, desperate moan the second he grinds his cock deep against your clit on the next thrust. He doesn’t slow down. Doesn’t tease anymore. He just rails you—hard, fast, relentless—tattooed chest gleaming with sweat, spiky blond hair a wrecked mess, that wicked dimpled grin never leaving his face even as he fucks you stupid.
Tears blur your vision, spilling hot and messy down your flushed cheeks as Enjin’s thick cock drags perfectly over every sensitive spot inside you with every brutal snap of his hips. The wet, filthy slap of skin on skin fills the room, your soaked cunt squelching obscenely around him while he folds you deeper, knees pressed to your chest, ankles hooked uselessly by your ears.
“I’m sorry—’m sorry, Enjin!” The words crack out of you in a broken sob, voice wrecked and high and trembling as another punishing thrust punches the air from your lungs.
He chuckles, low and dark and smoky, the sound vibrating straight through his chest and into yours. His hips never falter—not even for a second—driving into you with that same relentless, punishing rhythm that has your eyes rolling back. Sweat glistens on his tattooed chest, spiky blond hair a complete wreck, that wicked dimpled grin still carved deep into his face like he’s having the time of his fucking life.
“’Course you are, trouble,” he drawls, voice rough and teasing as he leans in closer, forehead pressed hot and damp to yours so you have nowhere to hide from those gleaming golden eyes. “Just needed a little reminder who you belong to, yeah?”
You nod frantically, the motion jerky and desperate, tears still streaming as your walls clamp down around his cock like a vice. Pleasure coils tight and vicious in your belly, racing up fast—too fast—your thighs shaking violently where they’re pinned against your chest. “Yes! Yes—I belong to you! I—I belong to you—fuck—!”
The confession spills out in a shattered string of whimpers, your voice cracking on every word as your cunt flutters and squeezes greedily around him, slick dripping down your ass with every deep, claiming thrust. Enjin’s grin only sharpens, dimples carving deeper, that shit-eating satisfaction rolling off him in waves while he keeps railing you straight toward the edge he’s been dangling just out of reach.
“Fuck yeah you do,” he growls against your lips, hips snapping harder, faster, grinding his pelvis right against your swollen clit on every brutal stroke. “My pretty little trouble. Gonna cum on my cock like a good girl? Or do I need to show you who’s really in charge some more?”
You don’t get the chance to answer. He shifts his angle, hits that perfect spot over and over, and your orgasm crashes into you so hard your vision whites out. Your walls clamp down around him like a vice, cumming hard around his thrusting cock as you shake and sob beneath him.
Enjin groans loud and deep, hips stuttering once, twice—then he buries himself to the root and floods you. Thick, hot ropes of cum pump deep inside your clenching cunt while he grinds through it, milking every last drop, marking you from the inside like he always does.
He stays buried deep even after he finishes, chest heaving, sweat dripping from his brow onto your tits. That lazy, satisfied grin is back in full force.
“There you go, trouble. Get all that meanness out of your system,” he murmurs, pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to your gasping mouth. “All better?”
You try to glare at him through the post-orgasm haze, but it’s ruined by the way your cunt is still fluttering happily around his softening cock. Enjin just chuckles, low and warm, and nuzzles his face into your neck like he didn’t just wreck you within an inch of your life.
“Love you too, princess.”
He stays right there—still inside you, arms wrapped around your waist, cigarette forgotten on the nightstand—perfectly content to let you catch your breath while he lazily traces patterns over your skin with his tattooed fingers.
A long, quiet beat falls over you in the post-sex haze. Then Enjin shifts, pressing another lazy kiss to your lips before resting his forehead against yours, yellow eyes half-lidded and warm.
“…Sorry, trouble,” he murmurs, voice rough but genuine, the words a little awkward like they don’t fit quite right in his mouth. “I was a real asshole today. Stole your coffee, fucked with you in front of everybody, took your panties like a dick… all of it. I pushed too far.”
You blink up at him, still hazy and floating, but the words land. Something tight in your chest loosens.
He brushes damp hair off your forehead with his thumb, dimples softening just a fraction. “Didn’t mean to make you feel like you had to fight me for it. You’re allowed to be mad. Hell, you should be mad. I earned that ride.” A low chuckle rumbles through his chest. “Even if you didn’t quite get to finish the job.”
You huff a tired little laugh, still breathless, and shove weakly at his chest. “You’re still an asshole.”
“Yeah,” he agrees easily, pressing another lazy kiss to your lips. “But I’m your asshole. And next time I pull that shit, you can tie my hands again and ride me till I cry. Deal?”
You pretend to think about it, then smirk against his mouth. “Deal. But you’re bringing me breakfast in bed tomorrow. First mug of coffee from the pot.”
Enjin groans dramatically, but his arms tighten around you, pulling you closer so you’re tucked against his chest, his softening cock still warm inside you.
“Fair enough, trouble,” he mumbles into your hair, already sounding half-asleep and stupidly content. “Fair enough.”
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just more enjin brainrot…i want him to spit in my mouth…
enjin gripping your face on his hands to make you smoke a cigar with him. he places the gar on your lips letting you inhale some of the smoke. it hits deep in your chest burning your nose, but your mind is too hazy to care. he takes the cigar out after a few hits letting you feel the nicotine buzz. he smirks before fixing his grip on your face to make your mouth open wider. next thing you feel is a glob of spit hit your tongue, warmth sliding down your throat before you could even fully register it. then, he places the cigar back in his mouth to take a long inhale, chuckling at you dazed in his arms. waiting for him to finish smoking so he can fix the problem he just started between your legs.
at work thinking of enjin, his piercing, and my oral fixation again…
enjin’s prince albert piercing hitting the back of your throat as he thrust his length down your throat. gagging with tears rolling down your cheeks all you could do was look up at the ink swirls adorning his body. his grunts and groans were loud with heavy pants of desperation behind them. he was so close and you just felt so good. the metal in his tip just kept rubbing in your throat giving you a teaser of how it will feel inside of you later. “fuck, pretty i can’t hold it back no more ..” enjin almost whined as his thrusts grew more frantic in your throat chasing his high. he gripped the hair at the base of your head to hold you steady. his hair was down over his eyes and so messy, chest heaving and slightly flushed, citrine eyes lusted over looking at you swallowing his dick. he couldn’t take it anymore, so with one final deep thrust into your throat he burst with a loud moan of your name. with little hearts in your eyes you swallowed every last drop never letting his softening length leave your mouth. little did he know you were far from done with him.
it’s not everyday you were such a pervert but being a janitor with gross kinks and your job’s dumpster in a dark alley near a bar could only mean one thing.
you often fantasized about finding a drunk woman pissing in the alley or even watching a couple having sex in it. you just wanted to watch. it was dark in the back by your exit door, broken security camera and one with an obscured view of the dumpster. you filed a complaint when the outside lights busted in a storm, but they never replaced it. what a shitty job or maybe shady but you didn’t care.
you could see a bronze woman in a skimpy black dress stumbling towards your area of the alley. you were inside the building behind the glass door waiting to leave out with your first load of trash for the night when you saw her purple hair in the lowlights. she looked desperate and somewhat frantic while dancing around in one spot, contemplating something. you could only assume she had to relieve herself and was hoping no one was watching. you silently dropped the bag farther into the darkness and then found a spot closer that was still fully in the dark.
yoruichi swung her hair to the back quite frantically and bent down in a squat. her dress was short enough to be out of the way just perfectly. under the dim light you could see the faint outline of her slightly trimmed bush. she let out a deep sigh as a stream of piss began to flow out of her. a large puddle began to grow underneath her the longer she went. your eyes were glued to her. in a trance,almost, she looked divine letting go like that seeing the relief washing over her face. it made you want to fuck her silly to see another relieved face from her. her bush did nothing to hide the fatness of her lips. wet and slick from from piss rushing between them, they shined too pretty in the dim light of the night. yoruichi was just too fucking arousing in front of you the more you stood there. just lost in thought still carefully watching her purple hair blow in the wind. as she finished relieving herself, she let the last few drops of piss drip down before adjusting her dress. she rose back to her standing position to walk back to her bag. she picks it up and then takes a second to find what looks to be a cigarette and a lighter. you watch her hold the stick to her mouth, taking a hit as she lit it. you’re just aching in your pants the longer you gazed upon her. eventually, she finishes smoking, throwing the bud on the ground and stomping on it before swaying away.
all you could do was go back to work, aching to see another drunk woman lose control in your alley again.
