fenni!

Your friends from bio lab are already chattering about the upcoming midterm when you slide into the seat right beside Choso at the long cafeteria table. The lunch rush hums around you, trays clattering, voices overlapping, but Choso sits alone at the end like always, hood up, earbuds in, picking at his food without really eating. He doesn’t like company. Never has. Until you.

You lean over, press a quick kiss to his cheek like it’s nothing, then casually take his right hand under the table and guide it straight between your thighs. No panties today. Just bare, already slick skin waiting for him. His fingers brush the outer of your already slick plump cunt and he freezes, dark eyes flicking to you in silent surprise. You don’t even look at him, just keep smiling at your friends while you spread your legs a little wider under the skirt.

His large fingers press forward easily, two thick digits sliding through your wet heat and sinking straight into your pussy with a soft, filthy squelch only he can attune to hear. You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from sighing, rocking your hips down slowly so his fingers worm deeper, curling just right against that spot that makes your thighs tremble.

Choso’s breath hitches. He was staring at his tray a second ago, but now his attention is locked on the way your slick cunt swallows his fingers, greedy and warm, clenching around them every time you shift. He doesn’t say a word, just starts moving them, slow and deep, scissoring gently, thumb brushing your clit under the table like he’s been starving for this all morning.

You keep chatting away with the girls, voice perfectly steady. “Yeah, the lab report is due Friday, but I still need to finish the graph section. Did you guys get the enzyme data right?”

One of them laughs, answering something about the TA being a hard grader, but you barely hear it. All you feel is Choso’s thick fingers pumping lazily into you, stretching your walls, dragging more slick out with every thrust. You clench hard around him on purpose, soaking his hand, and feel his palm press flat against your mound to grind the heel against your clit. A tiny whimper almost slips out, you cover it with a laugh at whatever your friend just said.

Choso’s jaw is tight, eyes half-lidded now, pretending to scroll on his phone while his fingers fuck you deeper under the table. He adds a third finger, slow and careful, and your pussy takes it so easily, fluttering and dripping down his knuckles. The wet sounds are muffled by the cafeteria noise, but he can feel every pulse, every squeeze, every rock of your hips as you ride his hand without missing a beat in the conversation.

“God, this salad is actually decent today,” you say brightly, forking a bite while your cunt clenches rhythmically around his invading fingers. You’re soaked, slick coating his wrist, dripping onto the seat beneath you. Choso’s breathing has gone shallow. His free hand grips the edge of the table so hard his knuckles pale.

Your friends start gathering their trays after a while, standing up to head to their next class. You rise with them, Choso’s fingers slipping out of you with a wet pop that makes his cock twitch visibly in his sweats, but he stays seated, trying to look casual, if he even could at this point.

You lean down, give him a sweet, quick kiss on the lips, then whisper right against his ear, “Enjoy your meal, Choso,” with the most devious little smile curving your lips.

He watches you walk away with your friends, hips swaying, your juices still glistening on his three thick fingers. The table is empty around him now. No one left to see.

Choso lifts his hand slowly, brings those slick digits to his lips, and slides them into his mouth and sucks them clean with a low, hungry groan, eyes fluttering shut at the taste of you, sweet and filthy and all his. He licks between his knuckles, chasing every drop, cock straining painfully against his pants.

Best fucking lunch he’s ever had.

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You were still half asleep, cheek mushed against Enjin’s pec when his hand closed around the back of your neck. His thumb brushed over the delicate skin, waiting a moment.

"Wake up baby, time for your breakfast drink."

His rough morning voice had your thighs rubbing together. Opening one eye you could spot the tent in the thin blanket. Mmm. He was already so hard for you.

Gently he pushed your head towards his crotch while pulling the blanket away.

“C’mon doll, open up.”

You didn’t resist as he guided your face down. The room still smelled like sweat and sex from the night before where he had ridden your pussy hard. Your sore middle and sticky thighs were the proof.

But Enjin could never get enough. He was already leaking at the tip as you closed your lips around it and sucked softly.

“Thaaaats it, baby. Take it.”

He pushes forward. Not deepthroatening yet as he rests heavily on your tongue. Your mouth waters from the soft taste of musk while his long fingers run through your hair.

"Good girl."

Your tongue works his veiny shaft as he starts to move. Shallow thrusts to let you adjust, breathe through your nose. But Enjin was always weak when it came to blowjobs.

His grip tightened in your hair as he fucked your mouth deeper, messier. You met his thrusts, gagging, spit spilled down your chin. Your nose brushed his soft golden pubic hair.

"That's it, baby. Oh fuuuuck."

You felt him swell against your tongue, his veins pulsing with need. He was close. His hips started to buck involuntarily as he pulled your mouth completely down over him.

It was a lot. It was always a fucking lot.

Hot and thick cum flooded your mouth, spilled into your throat. You swallowed, gulped down as much as possible. But there was simple too much. Some spilled down your cheek, your chin as he emptied himself into your mouth.

“Fuck baby. So good for me,” Enjin drawled.

Pulling out slowly he turned your face around so he could look at you. Your watery eyes and the cum painting your pretty face. He smiled lazily as tattooed fingers collected the stray spend and he pushed it back between your lips.

“Don’t waste any.”

NSFW (18+) — enjin's worst habit

everyone has bad habits, whether it be nail biting, smoking or spending absurd amounts of money on blind boxes that never quite seemed to be able to fill the deep void that grew inside of them...

luckily for you, your boyfriend suffered from all three bad habits, but there was actually another…quirk of his that was the most conflicting.

conflicting in the sense that it always happened when you were too far gone to argue with it, fingers tangled in the messy crop of his golden strands or scrunched sheets of the bed—eyes glazed over, leg pinned up somewhere, wet SHLICK SHLICK SHLICK getting louder with each snap of his hips against your own.

and then it comes. “hey pretty girl…”

you watch the way the black and red ink twisted around his arms, grip on the headboard making the wood buckle a little.

“look at you being so loud f’me. what are you saying gorgeous?”

his eyes flit back up to you. “what do you think my sweet girl’s saying? kinda sounds like ‘i love you, i love you, i loooo-"

“s-shut up!" you finally managed to choke out, irritation melting back into a mindless bliss with each press of his length, slight curve making you shudder from how full you felt.

yes, dear reader. your boyfriend’s arguably worst (yet weirdly endearing?) habit was his propensity to talk not just to you, but also to your warm, drooling pussy.

i mean, it was no secret that enjin loved to run his fucking mouth but for the target audience to be your currently stuffed entrance was definitely something that took some getting used to.

you still weren’t used to it to this day, and that was what seemed to make enjin enjoy doing it even more, amber eyes rolling with little malice as he used his other hand to hold onto the crease of your waist, pressing you back onto him with an increasing fervor.