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━━╋ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ? Enjin

MDNI ! f!reader. voyeurism (?). you listen to him ;> masturbation in the car. dirty talk. implied sex after.

You were hiding, laid flat on your back in the back of the car. Frozen, you barely dared to breathe, afraid you’d be caught and interrupt the current.. activity.

The scent of tobacco filled the air, made every inhale and exhale more electric, accompanied by wet noises, synchrony with throaty groans that got you ashamedly wet between the legs.

You don’t know how you ended up here. Didn’t think that doing your favorite thing - hanging out in his car - would land you here. Enjin had come out of nowhere, sliding heavy and loud into the vehicle. ‘He’d think I'm a creep!’ you thought when the door slammed shut, leaving you stiff where you hid and unable to leave. You were panicking too much to think of an escape and before you knew it, you were an audience to the pleasure of your object of desire.

It began with the cigarette, the silence almost suffocating, as Enjin lit up one of his cancer sticks and you thought that'd be the end of it, him chilling in his car smoking, but then the rustle of clothing followed. You’re face burned when you realized what he was doing, mind screaming, and you should’ve gotten out then, should’ve jumped up and announced your presence regardless of the embarrassment to save whatever professional relationship you had with the other cleaner but all you could do was choke down a whimper when deep throated groan left him, cutting through the thick silence like a hot knife to a butter.

You shifted where you laid, tried to ignore the warmth curling in your belly and denying the temptation to satiate some of the pressure you’re feeling down there. “Fuckk,” the moan made you freeze, the first words he’s ever said since he started. Shame quickly burned through you with how hot you found that.

You couldn’t see what he was doing but the noises, wet squelches of strokes and groans, left little to the imagination. Saliva pooled in your mouth at the thought of him, sitting pretty in his palm. God you’d kill for just a peak- what he looks like when lost in pleasure, what it looks like when its wet and hard and ready to fuck. Your body begins to betray whatever restraint you tried to keep when a hand reaches down, pressing, as images fill your mind.

Fantasies of him that you try to keep in your bedroom, of what’d it be like to be under him, on him, between his legs and sucking that glorious cock. Of you tracing you fingers on his tattoos, licking and sucking and telling him that you lo-

“Shit baby, look at you- hungry for it,” his voice has gone grave and beyond the arousal that was quickly clouding your mind, you frowned, heat fading. Was he.. was he fantasizing about someone?

The envy that surged within you dies a screaming death when your very name tumbles out of his mouth in a drawn-out groan, said like a prayer and a curse at the same time, like it pained him to breathe your name, and you weren’t there to respond. You almost did, moth to a flame, but then his hand was moving faster, wet and filthy and all you can think of is ‘that’s what it’d sound if he was fucking me.’

The slop of strokes, long inked fingers squeezing his length, you imagined doing it yourself, desperate to know what would make him twitch. Enjin continued to talk, half gone, “God damn babes, just taking me huh? This pussy missed me that much? Look how it's swallowing me up. Who you think loves my dick better? You or her?”

Patronizing, breathy chuckle that makes you shiver more than you already are. You didn’t think- your hand is now in your panties; fingers honing on your clit to rub and tease in the same rhythm of Enjin’s hand on his cock. You feel insane- he's thinking about you while his dick is in his hand- nearly suffocated by the smell of sex and sweat, the two of you so close yet so far. You swallowed the noises that wanted to leave you, focusing on him as he grew louder, almost pornographic, his pleasure cresting.

He’s fucking his fist now, head thumping back to the headrest and exposing the long line of his tattooed neck, begging for bites and kisses and you whimper when he begins to chant your name, breathy and desperate. “So fuckin’ tight ma, ya feel insane. So fucking wet- yeah good ‘snt? I’m fucking you good? Yeah? My dick so good? Uhuh? Yeahh-”

He’s talking to you like you’re already stupid on his dick and you are. Enji hasn't touched you yet,. doesn't even know you're there, and you’re already stupid on him. A familiar coil began to tighten in your core, fingers working faster and harder on your pussy and wishing it was his, and your legs snapped shut when your pleasure hit its peak, electric in your spine as you grinded against your hand and to the staccato of Enjin’s noises.

It dies down to a bitten whimper, almost high pitched, when he reaches his own releases, Enjin a panting and sighing mess after. He’s quiet, his labored breathing the only sound while you lay in your own wet mess, shamed, and the most aroused you've felt in your life. You were fully prepared to stay there however long it’ll take him to leave, when his voice cuts through in an amused chuckle.

“Enjoy the show?” a lighter flickered to life, tobacco scent following right after. You sit up without thinking, stomach in your throat and he’s already looking at you through the rear mirror view. In the darkness of the car, his eyes were almost glowing. Hair a mess, face a bit damp with the trapped heat and he’s not wearing his jacket, leaving him in his red tank top and his tattoos on display. You swallow, can’t look away from his post orgasm glow, and the excuses on your tongue don't make themselves known.

Enjin raises an eyebrow, teasing, “you like it? T'was just for you,” crooning, his grin positively lecherous. Disbelief echoes in you with the quiet lust that lingered, speechless. He was totally showing off!

Enjin knew you were there the entire time. The very moment he entered the car, your presence was all he could think of while he put his hand on his cock and moaned your name like a porn star. A once in a lifetime opportunity and you have no idea how hot it got him hearing you try to bite back your own pleasure, almost made him stop so he could yank you in the driver's seat and fuck you against the wheel. His grin widened, eyes taking in your disheveled state. There was no mistaking the blazing heat in his gaze.

“Wellll? Come here and lemme give you an even better one. This time you get to participate.”

You whimper and he chuckles. You two don’t leave the car for a while.

un'edited. literally wrote this on a whim (my other wips glaring at me). 1 more day left in my academic prison ugh. enjoyy~

#enjin #my meow meow

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spectralmagpie · 2 days ago

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𝖇𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖉𝖆𝖞 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖑 ! 𝖊𝖓𝖏𝖎𝖓

𝖘𝖞𝖓𝖔𝖕𝖘𝖎𝖘: its a beautiful night for you and him is all i can say ;>

𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖘: MDNI ! fem!reader. bondage. blindfolds. teasing. overstimulation. use of toys ;>. light dom/sub dynamics. spit kink. pushing my pierced dick enjin agenda. UN'EDITED

𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘 I.. just found out I have two more subs tomorrow and a fucking seminar, I'm going to kill myself. anyways, here's my birthday special for Enjin just like I said. its currently around 11 pm here in my country, still on august 21 but I'm posting earlier bcs I need to study a bit then sleep. happy reading, likes and reblogs are appreciated!! babes 😫 @msnectarine hope u enjoy this onee

“Havin’ fun?” you cooed, voice syrupy, knowing damn well that you won’t get any other response than a muffled groan.

The carpet of your living room dug into your knees, you in between his spread legs, pink flesh light in hand stroked on and off his red, weeping cock. He whimpers when the artificial pussy lips meet the base of his length, wet and tight, a controlled squeeze of your fingers. A slow agonizing pace, him unable to fuck into the hole swallowing his dick, gummy innards catching on his piercings.

This is how you two have been for- you don’t really remember. Time went into a blur when you managed to get him on the chair, legs bound together and his arms to his back, naked as the day he was born. A blind f0ld sat on his eyes, gag in his mouth, and the first touch was electric, your fingers on his tattoos made him jump and tremble, tracing the inked grooves of his muscles. Enjin’s dick was already half hard by the time you kneeled between his legs, pocket pussy dripping with lube. You had stroked him to complete hardness, hands warm and just as wet, thumbing at the flushed tip, dripping so much precum you’d think he already came once.

Then you shoved his dick in the flesh light, reveled in his loud moan, shocked, while he trembled as you pulled it off, clutched tight, then slammed it down. A firm pace, his legs shaking, hips bucking, while you tried to melt his brain through the tight channel you choked his cock with. Him unable to fuck as much as he wanted, you in control, teasing his thick cock. From the outside, your thumb pressed on one of his frenum piercing, catching him by surprise and making him thrash. “Mmhghph-”

It hasn't been 10 minutes and you already got one confident, sex-on-legs Enjin begging for mercy.

“Hm, what was that? You want more? You wanna cum?” you teased, and you laughed when he shook his head in a nod. Sweat slicked hair flopped around, out of its usual swept back style while drool slipped from the corner of his mouth, lips stretched wide around the gag. Enjin’s complaints went muffled when your pace didn’t change, still firm and slow, and he strained against the bonds around him, ropes digging to inked skin.

Taking pity, you took his gag off, heat surging in you when you saw how much of a mess he already is. Keeping one hand on the flesh light, you shifted upwards, a knee balanced on the space of his legs and licked at the saliva that dripped from his swollen and panting mouth. You moaned at his taste, his favorite brand of cigarette and the ice cream you got earlier. Enjin immediately chased after you, blind, and you laughed once again at his whine when he failed to claim your lips. “Baby please, stop teasin’ me.”

Voice already shot to hell, a deep rasp that got you squeezing your legs. You gripped his chin, continuing to clean up his face with your tongue. A hint of your nails got him to stop his attempts at kissing you. “Nuh-uh, you promised we could play,” you chided, breathing into his wet open mouth instead, letting him feel you but not touch you.

Enjin pouted, “Today’s s’posed to be my special day.”

“Exactly.” You playfully frowned then, heatless offense in your tone, “Ya don’t like my gift to you baby? You don’t like the game I prepared for you?”

You could have laughed at the immediate panic, him shaking his head at your dejected tone. He can’t see the way your face twists in cruel amusement. “No ma, that ain’t what I meant. I like it very much, like whatever ya like-”

“So we're having fun then!” you chirped, cutting his desperate words as you pried his pretty lips open. He doesn’t struggle against it, just drops his mouth when you go “say ahhh”. You spit, glob of saliva smacking bullseye on his pink tongue and Enjin’s following moan is debauched, like it was scraped out of his throat- you didn’t even have to say anything. He was already swallowing.

You sighed at the sight, at his moving throat, the way he reopened his mouth just so he could whine “more” to you. You obey this time, the first direct to the tongue, the second a slow drip to the waiting muscle. Enjin takes it all with a moan, head tilted back, blissed out.

You were still wearing the double slitted sheer dress you put on earlier, with a matching laced bra-panties set. Before it was hot but now it just felt constricting, you wanted it off so you could touch Enjin skin to skin. Feel the heat off him, to just sink to his presence. But you held yourself back, this was part of the game. You kept the urge to grind against his cock, to wrap you arms around him and lose yourselves in the pleasure and pulled back.

The noise that rips out of him is almost pained, reaching for you as much as he could. His struggle stopped once he felt you settle between his legs once again, moving the pocket once again, a filthy squelch of lube dripping down his veined length when you pulled it up. A quiet hiss from him when his dick is fully exposed to the chilled air, body curving inwards as he shouted when you leaned in to lick a long stripe on the under part of it, bottom to top and tongue lapping at the mushroom tip. You give it a kiss before your lips wrapped around the tip, sucking hard, the flavor of him exploding on your palette.

You took him deeper, teeth purposely catching on his piercings till you’re kissing the base of his dick, nose deep in trimmed hair. You gag, tearing up as you swallowed around his tip, cock to the back of your throat and so fucking big. Your nails dig onto his thighs where you held on, trying to breathe through your nose like he always instructed when he’s got you like this, taking him till your choking. Sucking Enjin off with his hands on you is a different experience from to him lodged in your throat while he desperately tried to fuck up to your warm wet mouth.

There’re no fingers in your head to guide, no controlled or brutal snap of hips- just you, going up and down, drooling, trying your best to suck his soul out of dick. Enjin’s chanting your name like a prayer, and the chairs creaking with how hard he’s pulling at the ropes. You look up, sees the way his blind fold was quickly dampening with something else other than his tears and you make a show of dragging your lips off him, slobbering all over his dick. You wrench off with a gasp, throat raw, not giving a second before your nosing at him, the entirety of his wet cock to your face. You're melting at the heat, teeth nipping on his lorum piercing, tugging and tugging till he’s hissing, begging, so so desperate.

“Need to cum- baby please m’so close,” he gasps, body bowed over you. “Just a little more babes, jus’ needa little more please- OH FUCK-”

He’s down to your throat again, more tears to your eyes, dragging your swollen lips to his equally swollen tip, slurping on his appalling piercing, cool metal to your overheated tongue. His left leg twitches, Enjin heaving, calling out your name. The noise is obscene; you’ve never heard him so wrecked before. His desperation is making you dazed, high with the control and pleasure; he’s crying, you can hear it, soft sniffles and hitching breaths, and when your palm finds his face, he leans into the touch, nuzzling into your warmth.

“Close, so so so fucking close,” he whimpers, blindfold wet now and he’s talking like words are hard, pleasure dumb. You smile, soft, before getting off your knees, hissing and ignoring the way your muscles and joints protested. “Baby?” his confused voice makes you melt, quiet- vulnerable- in a way that seemed out of place with a man like Enjin.

Dick out and dripping after you pulled the flesh light with you, arms coming around him. “M’right here ‘jin,” you sighed as you sat yourself on his lap, his dick to the space between your ass, chest to chest with him. You claim his lips in a soft kiss, tongue dancing wet and sloppy while you started to grind against him. He hisses to your lips, the rough fabric of your lacy panties to the sensitive skin of skin, red, almost purple, and looking like it's about to burst. But he doesn’t tell you to stop, lets you as you please, the fire simmering in you both still searing but coming down.

You’re languid, movement relaxed, content where you were. Enjin’s breaths have calmed down, just as relaxed as you, content to taste you and him on your tongue. He's kissing you like he was licking every part of himself out of your mouth, exploring, tugging at your lips with his canines. Depraved, sucking on your tongue, lost in the space between the two of you.

You shift in his lap, taking advantage of his distracted state to slip an egg vibrator into the pocket pussy, stuffing it deep inside. You bring it to your back, sighing, “Lucky pussy, gettin’ it first.”

Your words bring a confused hum from Enjin, his head tilting. His placid, almost blissed, expression twists when he hears the sudden snap of buzzing, destroying the tranquil vibe you were able to bring him. You don’t hesitate: you slam the pocket pussy back down on his dick, mushroom tip kissing the vibrator set on its highest setting. The reaction is instantaneous, an explosion of action and noise.

Enjin’s back snaps into an arch, a pitched howl leaving him, body shaking and bucking as he throws his head back. His orgasm slams into him with the force of a train, rendering him in a state of white hot pleasure that bordered pain. The force of vibrations so strong you can feel it where his sleeved dick is pressing on your ass, twitching like crazy. Your lips murmur to the exposed skin of his inked throat, clenching at nothing, imagining it's you getting filled up with his first load.

“Shit shit shit fuck ma please s’too much i’m- ma- baby i can’t! Arghmhph fuckkk please can’t-”

“Thought you wanted to cum?” you coo, breathing to his moaning mouth. Your fingers pull at his hair, making him arch, his body like a bull under you, wild and writhing. “Mouth.”

You spit, Enjin swallows, a gasping sob leaving him after, cries breaking. He’s shaking like crazy, leg bouncing, the vibrations a continuous charge of electricity to his no doubt overstimulated cock, pocket pussy still wet and gripping. You're dripping in your panties, turned on to hell at the sight of your lover falling apart. God nothing will ever beat this.

“‘love you so much, ‘jin,” you laugh to his ear, biting at his lobe, tugging, his cries music to your own ears. He’s incoherent now, stupid, mindless babbles in his broken voice. The pleasure relentless, sweat on his flushed skin, blind fold positively soaked with tears.

“I can’t anymore, please..."

He sounds gutted, so desperate and depraved. You plant a kiss to his forehead, sighing, while you reach back, fingers pulling at the pocket pussy. Enjin’s canines sink to your neck when you drag the thing off, fast, before throwing it away. His spend drips from its artificial pussy lips, and when you look back to see where his cock smacked on your ass, you can see how soaked it is with it. Filthy as fuck, dick flushed red with blood, still stiff and glistening with his own cum, twitching and sensitive.

Enjin laps at the bite mark, hissing when he feels you grip his cock, jolting when you give it an experimental tug. He whimpers, out of his mind. When you told him you had a surprise for his special day, he didn’t think it’d be this. A secretive and devious smile had graced your lips when he asked, your eyes lit with mischief the entire time you two were on the date you went to earlier. A hundred guesses went through his head but nothing could've prepared him for this. You on him, playing and milking him. Mind numbing teasing and pleasure, something he’s never experienced before, and it's just his first orgasm of the night. You were killin’ him.

“Ha- happy fucking birthday to me,” he slurred, a stupid grin curling in his lips, breath hot on the crook of your neck where you tucked him. Love sappy, post release relaxed. He never stood a chance.

You lifted up, one hand still on his cock, hooking a finger to drag your panty to the side, pussy dripping and so fucking ready, “And what do we say?”

“Thank you-” he wheezed, words cut short, and his breath knocked out of his lungs as you sat on him in one full thrust. A throaty moan leaves you, his dick a smooth glide in your hot cunt. You clench around his sensitive cock, savoring every twitch and vein, Enjin in your guts and throat. Fuck you feel so full.

No pause no break, you began riding, up and down on his overstimulated cock. Gasping breaths, Enjin slump to your form and inchorent, dick so hard and full in you, this time your pleasure and desire in the front seat.

“Ready for round two?”

“..fuck yes.”

#enjin #my meow meow

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