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"J-Jin-"
"You're alright, you're alright..." Enjin coos sweet and low, an unapologetic grin on his face as he keeps the pad of his thumb drawing slow circles right against your slippery clit. His other hand holds your hip steady- keeping you in place as he continues to lazily grind his hips into you.
You're gasping for air and grabbing at his wrist with trembling fingers. Your eyes are bleary and panicked, thighs trembling and twitching with every sharp and agonizing jolt of pleasure lighting through each nerve. "Enjin, h-hold on, I-I just-" A pathetic sound leaves you right as Enjin gives you a sudden cant of his hips that has your body bouncing under him. "Oops. Sorry, what were you saying, baby?" Your bottom lip wobbles. You know that tone. You've already cum twice and Enjin hasn't even properly fucked you yet. His fat tip presses and swirls against that part of you that has your toes curling and Enjin's ego skyrocketing.
You shake and sink your nails into Enjin's skin. He laughs. "Hey, hey, don't make that face at me. You know how to use your words," Enjin swipes his tongue across his bottom lip as he drags his hips back nice and slow, "so use them." With emphasis, he thrusts forward with an audible smack of tacky skin against tacky skin. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull. Your spine arches off the slightly damp sheet you're laid out on.
Enjin hums deep in his chest, lashes fluttering closed for just a moment to savor your heat clinging around him like it was ready to snap his dick off at any given moment (and he definitely wouldn't mind).
"C'mon baby, talk t'me. Where's all that attitude gone?" He murmurs, giving another filling thrust that has him groaning and you crying. Your mind's gone entirely empty- tongue heavy in your mouth as drool pools at the flat. You're entirely scrambled. Enjin is well aware. Despite that, he has no plans on letting up on you. You can take that and more, after all.
"How about this?" Enjin begins as two big and rough hands firmly take your thighs and spread you open obscenely wide. The cool metal of his rings soothes the heat of your skin. His voice is all you can process properly- it has a way of grounding you yet keeping you on this high you could never dream to replicate. "I'll fuck you just the way you like," Enjin smirks, "and you tell me aaaaall about how much you hate me and my stupid dick, yeah?"