#plugenjin

PARTYNEXTDOOR - N o C h i l l

Coco Jones - AEOMG

Flo - Bending My Rules

Coco Jones - On sight

Girlfriend - BWH

Teyana Taylor - Final Destination

Victoria Monet - Smoke

Jessie Reyes - Jeans

Rihanna - Sex with me

The wind blasted a puff of air into your face as you walked out of the lecture hall. Your last final of the semester was behind you and all you wanted was a joint and a warm blanket. 

The walk back to your apartment was brisk. As soon as you keyed in, your bag was on the floor and your shoes were coming off. The automatic lock clicked as the door closed, a soft sigh leaving your lips. You walked into the studio apartment, opting to turn on your LED lights instead of the overhead light. Tonight needed to be as chill as possible after all those all-nighters you had been pulling. The room was glowing in a soft pink hue as you moved to your small kitchen, setting your tea kettle on the stove. A hot shower and some peppermint tea would surely cure the growing headache. 

You opened the small drawer next to your bed and grabbed the small tin you kept your weed in. The small smile faded from your face to see that the container was completely empty. 

“Fuck me, man..” You muttered as you angrily stared at the small crumbs in the corner of the tin container. Another sigh escapes your lips as you place the container on the nightstand. 

You grab your phone from your back pocket, immediately going to the campus plug's contact. Now, you and Enjin aren't friends per se… It was more like you exclusively got your weed from him and he tried to flirt with you every time he saw you around campus. Normally, you'd have Corvus bring it to you since they were roommates, but he had already gone home for the holidays, promising he'd see his girlfriend right after finals. 

You had texted Enjin here and there about parties, prices, and the occasional ride home from work when it was too late for you to walk. It's not like you didn't like dealing with him directly yourself when it came to buying weed from him, it was just more convenient for Corvus to do it. 

Nevertheless, you were in desperate need of a re-up, and you knew he'd at least make time for you. So you sent the text. 

You: hey Enjin 4:55

You: you think i could get an eighth in like… 4:55

You: an hour? 4:56

You connect your phone to the speaker in the corner, wanting to fill the silence. The soft R&B played throughout the open room as you moved to take out clothes for after your shower. Your phone dings

Enjin: got you beautiful 5:01

You: aight where you want me to meet you? 5:02

Enjin: nah im comin to you 5:02

Enjin: too cold to be doing all that 5:02

Enjin: be there in 30 5:03

You don't even argue back about it, grateful that you don't have to leave the warmth of your studio. You try not to feel too bad for him walking over in this weather. Enjin doesn't necessarily live far, it's just... too damn cold to be doing all that. Whatever the case, you're getting weed without having to go nowhere, a win-win.

You shed off your many layers, making your way over to the bathroom. The shower was 20 minutes, your skin freshly exfoliated with your rose sugar scrub.

You change into a cropped tank top and sleep shorts, the warm air of the apartment hitting the skin of your plush thighs. You move to the kitchen and fill the kettle with water before grabbing a peppermint tea bag. As the water begins to boil, you set your phone down on the counter, taking a mug down from the cabinet.

The kettle whistles as you drop the tea bag in the mug. As you pour the boiling water into the awaiting cup, you hear your phone ding. 

Enjin: finna come up 5:28

Enjin: keep a ear out 5:28

Enjin: i got a lot of shit 5:28

"What the hell..?" You look down at the screen in confusion. A lot of shit? What else could he possibly bring? Before you begin to question him, you're heading toward the door, unlocking it.

As you open the door, you hear his heavy boots down the hall. You poke your head out into the hallway and see two plastic bags in both his hands. He's got a stupid grin on his face and a joint already tucked between his lips.

"What the hell is all that? All I asked for was some damn weed." You watch as he approaches, the smell from the bags becoming apparent: Chinese food.

"Relax mama... Thought we could hang out for the night so I got us some food." He stops in front of your door, looking down at you as you block the entrance. "You gonna let me in now?"

You look up at him for half a second before stepping aside, letting him pass by you. You close the door behind him and step further back into your apartment. The pink lights are casting on him, the shadows dancing as he moves to remove his thick hoodie.

"You really didn't have to bring me food, Enjin..." You watch him as he starts taking the containers out of the bag, the smells wafting into the room. He places the food on the small dining table. "You're already delivering to me, this is too much."

"Pretty girls shouldn't have to go too far for what they want so I'm bringin’ it to you. What, you don't wanna hang wit' me?" Enjin chuckles and takes a small baggie out with definitely more than three and a half grams in it.

You smile faintly at him calling you pretty, his advances never ceasing to flatter you. You make your way back to the kitchen as you eye the baggie.

"That don't even look like what i asked for, Enjin." You brush past him, grabbing your abandoned mug.

"Oh half that is for me. You thought I was pinna bring you food and weed and I wasn't gon' smoke wit' you?" He turns back around and starts looking around your room. "Where ya rollin' tray at?"

"It's on the nightstand. You want somethin' to drink?" You start taking out glasses and opening the food containers, your stomach growling unexpectedly.

"Nah, baby I'm good. You can eat whatever first, too, I'm not trippin'." He grabs your tray and sits back at the dining table.

The smile finds its way back on your face, unable to hide it from just his words alone. "You gon' get enough of callin' me that Enjin. You ain't even take me out yet."

"I don't gotta take you out for you to be my girl. As far as I'm concerned, you're mine in my head. That's all that matters, to be honest." He chuckles as he works through grinding everything up.

You let out a puff of air as you sit across from him, grabbing the plastic utensils and opening one of the food containers. "You are so delusional, I swear."

As you start to eat, you watch his hands work their magic. You had only seen him breakdown and pack some bud a couple times before, but never in the confines of your own apartment. Never with soft R&B playing in the background. Never while eating food he bought for you, no questions asked.

His fingers flexed as they worked, carefully packing the rolling paper. Your eyes follow the joint in his hands to his mouth, his tongue darting out to lick the paper. Your thighs press together as you watch the scene in front of you. His half lidded eyes meet yours, a smug look on his face.

"I don't gotta be delusional when you look at me like that, baby. " His laugh is breathy as he finishes the first joint, starting the lineup in front of him.

You roll your eyes, laughing at his bluntness. You heat up at being caught, even though you weren't necessarily trying to hide it.

"Whatever Enjin.. I was just.. admiring your work." You look away, suddenly taking interest in the lights flowing across the room.

"You wasn't 'admiring' nothing but me. I know you like my hands and my tattoos, you don't gotta hide it." He looks back down as he starts on another joint.

"Think whatever you want Enjin.. Just finish rolling up so I can finally relax after this long ass semester." You grab your phone, turning the music up a little more.

Enjin chuckles, opting out of responding to finish off the second joint. By the time he's done with the fifth one, you've finished eating and you're laying in bed scrolling on your phone. You let out a sigh and turn your head toward him.

"Are you done yet? You takin' forever…" You lay on your side, staring down at him.

He chuckles and looks up at you from his seat. "Yeah baby, I'm done.. Jus' tryna make sure you got enough rolled up for when I leave."

He rises from his chair, taking a few of the joints with him. He makes his way to your bed, tapping your legs with his free hand. You give a short grunt in response before sitting up, giving him space to sit next to you. You turn to face him and cross your legs in front of you, grabbing your lighter from under your pillow. As Enjin settles in front of you, you place the small ashtray sitting on your nightstand between you two.

"Did you at least eat a little? Not tryna have you pass out on my bed cause you got too high." You glance behind him at the now-empty container of food.

"Aww, you worryin' about me now? Yeah, I finished the food you started." Enjin warms up the first joint before grabbing your lighter.

"Boy, I'm not worried 'bout shit…" You watch as he lights the joint, bringing it to his lips and taking a long drag. Your eyes zero in on the way his eyes flutter closed as the smoke fills his lungs.

His eyes open again, and he offers you the joint, smoke slowly spilling from his lips and nose. You silently accept, pulling from the joint. Your eyes involuntarily tear up at the burn in your lungs. Enjin lets out a small breath of a laugh as he watches.

"Even after all this time, you still can't take the burn?" He takes the joint from you as you roll your eyes at him.

"Shut up, I can't help it. Not like I'm crying…"

He shakes his head at you as you relax into the bed. The joint is passed between you two a couple more times before it's left to sit in the ashtray. You lean your back against your headboard, feeling the stress of the semester leave your body. You hear Enjin tapping away on his phone as you reach for the joint, wanting to finish it off.

"Enjin, pass me the lighter.." Your voice is soft as you extend your hand to him.

Without even looking up from his phone, he places the bubblegum pink lighter in your palm. You flick it a few times to light the joint, glancing up at him a couple of times. He has a small frown on his face, his brows knitted together.

"What's with that face…" You let out a breath of smoke, giggling as he sucks his teeth.

"This girl been texting my phone beggin' for some free shit. Talkin' 'bout she can give me somethin' else to pay…" The grimace is hard on his face as he tosses his phone in front of him.

You put on a fake pout as you lean toward him, joint still in hand. "Guess that means you still want me to pay you then? I was hopin' we could work somethin' out.." Your eyes are lidded as you look up at him through your lashes.

A storm rages in his golden eyes as he looks back at you. "You don't know what you sayin' baby. Keep lookin' for trouble, you bout to find it." He takes the joint from your hand as he shuffles further onto your bed.

"Whatchu mean by that?" You sit up from your spot, your eyes following his lax body. His legs hang a little off the bed. One hand sits in his lap, drawing your attention to the peeking of his underwear from under his sweats. You can see the hairs of his happy trail as they disappear into his boxers. You blink slowly as your eyes follow the wrinkles of his loose shirt, his collar bone on display in the dim lighting.

Before you realize it, your body is moving and you're crawling toward him. Careful not to disturb the ashtray, you cross the small distance, sitting on your thighs next to him. He's peering at you through heavy lids.

"Better stop while you ahead, mama. You get me started, I'm not gon be able to stop…" He places a hand on your thigh, squeezing as it moves closer to your core.

The fog in your mind thickens and the heat from his hand travels throughout your body. You slowly sit back up before you swing a leg over him, placing your hands on his shoulders as you straddle him.

"Who said I want you to stop?" You press your full weight down, feeling the half hardness under you. You deliver a slow grind down on him and his hands fly to your hips. His grip is tight as he slowly guides your grinds. The ash from the joint flutters onto your bare thigh, the sting a welcome pain as you lean your face closer to his.

He pulls the joint to his lips, looking up at you. He takes a hit as his other hand moves to your waist, gripping hard enough to leave a bruise. When the joint is moved from his mouth, you grab his chin, immediately pulling his mouth to yours. Enjin shotguns the smoke into your mouth, burying his free hand in your hair. The smoke spills from your mouth, the kiss heating up.

A slow turn of your head deepens the kiss as he scratches at your scalp, leaving a dull burn behind. He drops the joint back into the ashtray so he can grab a handful of your ass, smacking the tender fat before kneading the same spot. The sharp pain draws a small gasp and a moan from your lips, your mind seeming to swarm even faster.

With the new opening, Enjin licks into your mouth. He's slow with his movements, like he's trying to memorize every crevice. Before you can get lost in his warmth, you pull away.

"Where you goin' baby, I'm not done with you yet." He tries to pull you back in, but you slide off of his lap before he gets the chance.

Without another word, you move the ashtray and discarded joint, or what's left of it, back to your nightstand. You take his hand and pull him down as you lay your back on the bed. Your head softly hits the pillow as he hovers over you. Your hands slide up his blacked out arms and neck to cradle his jaw, pulling him back to you. Soft kisses are left up his jaw before you're brushing your lips against his ear.

"I want you to work that tongue on me like you was doin' them joints. Think you can do that for me?" Your nails drag down his neck as you pull away to look him in the eyes.

"I'm 'bout to eat you like I'm fuckin' starving…" Enjin sits up and yanks his shirt off.

He dips into your neck, kissing down into the peak of your chest. You buck your hips up into him, a whine leaving your lips. He groans at the friction, a new wave of urgency running through him as he leaves open-mouthed kisses down your stomach. Your hands find themselves back in his hair, the blond locks soft—and un-styled, for once.

He pulls both your sleep shorts and panties down, tossing them behind him to god knows where. He's quick to pull your legs over his shoulder, burying his head in your cunt. Your pussy is shiny, lips already wet and covered in slick juices.

"Already this soaked and I ain't even touch you yet. Been waiting to get a taste of this pussy…" His thumbs spread your folds, smearing your wetness even further.

Your head hits the pillow as he licks a flat line from your hole to your clit. You let out a loud moan as his mouth clamps down on your clit. Enjin fully wraps his arms around your thighs as he sucks at your clit.

"Ooh shit, baby…" You pull at his hair, your back arching off the bed. "Just like that…"

He looks up at you from his spot, beginning to make out with your pussy. His eyes flutter as he tastes more of you, getting drunk off your juices alone. He let's out a deep groan, the vibration settling deep in your core. When he pulls away, his thumb replaces his mouth as he looks up at you.

"You taste real good, mama.. So fuckin' sweet…" His thumb rubs languid circles on your clit and his voice is low.

"You gon' make me cum on yo tongue, then, baby?" You pull your lip in between your teeth as you catch sight of the slight shine on the tip of his nose, no doubt from how deep he had his face buried in your folds.

Without another word, he dives back into your pussy. Slurping sounds can be heard throughout the room as he shakes his head while licking you up. Whimpers and moans spill from you, your thighs trapping his head as they squeeze tighter. Your mouth hangs open, unable to catch your breath when he switches from licking long stripes up your folds to sucking your clit.

Enjin grips at your thighs, his fingers digging into the flesh as he tongues at your entrance, shoving it as deep as it can go. His hand reaches up and thumbs at your clit.

"F-Fuck—! I'm gonna fuckin' cum baby…" You pull harder on his hair, earning a rough groan straight to your core.

"Cum in my fuckin' mouth, mama.." He mumbled into your folds.

He nips at your clit and the sharp pain pushes you over the edge, letting out a high pitched whine. He doesn't stop his ministrations and your toes curl in overstimulation; you have to push at his head, whimpering in the process.

"S'too much, Enjin.." You whimper as you scoot a little farther up the bed away from him.

He finally let's up and pulls away. The entire bottom half of his face is glistening with your juices. He licks his lips as he looks back down at your quivering hole, clenching around nothing.

"Sorry, baby.. I could eat this sweet pussy all damn night.." He kisses the inside of your thigh before moving up the bed and kissing your lips.

Your head is spinning as you come down from your peak, your high causing you to move a little slower. You bury your hands back in his hair as he kisses you, your sweet and tangy taste still on his tongue. You moan at the taste as he bucks his hips into you.

He kisses down your jaw, nipping at the juncture of your neck and your shoulder. You reach down and spread your hand over the bulge of sweats, slowly rubbing him over the fabric as he sucks at your neck.

"Just can't wait to get ya hands on me, huh?" Enjin murmurs into your neck, voice low.

"Like you not hard just from eating my pussy…" You lightly squeeze the tip and he grunts, biting down harder than he means to. "Shit… You wanna fuck me, baby? Wanna fill me up with this dick?"

He looks down at you, red eyes half lidded as his mouth hangs open. Moans spill out of his mouth as you continue to stroke him, pinching at his head a couple times. All he can do is nod, the pressure of you squeezing him in your hand short circuiting his already clouded mind.

"Lemme ride you, baby… " You push at his chest, guiding him to sit back against the wall, swinging your leg back over him.

You settle in his lap and give an experimental roll of your hips. His dick twitches under you as his hands shoot to your hips. Soft moans spill from you as you continue to roll your hips against him.

"Keep that shit up, you gon' make me bust before I even fuck you.." He slows your movements before lifting your hips up.

You look down, hovering over his lap, watching him slide his sweats down. There's a small wet patch in the front of his boxers and your mouth is nearly salivating at the large print under you.

"Goddamn…" You reach down in front of you, lightly gripping his length. You feel him twitch as your thumb grazes his tip. Not wanting to waste too much time, you reach your hand into his boxers, pulling the thick length free.

He replaces your hand with his, pumping himself a few times, coating the leaking pre-cum down to the base. He guides your hips up with his other hand, lining himself up with your entrance.

You gasp as his thick tip finally pushes its way past your tightness. Your mouth hangs open, lashes fluttering from the stretch, and he's barely pushing into you. You brace your hands on his shoulders and slowly sink yourself down until you're fully seated in his lap, digging your nails into his skin.

"Ooh fuck.. S'fuckin' tight baby.." He grunts up at you, moving his hands up to grip your hips.

You burn internally from being filled to the brim. He's so damn deep you feel him in your throat. You lift your hips just a little before gliding back down, setting a slow pace. Your tits bounce with your movements as your core quivers around him.

"Sshit, Enjin.. You so fuckin' deep, baby.." You moan out as your head drops to his shoulder.

He lets you rock your hips slowly, grabbing handfuls of your ass. Your fingers scratch at the short hairs at his nape when he gives a harsh smack to your right cheek. Your pussy clenches at the impact, earning a throaty groan from the man below you.

"Keep squeezin' me like that, fuck, " He grunts out in a rasp, delivering another hit.

You pull away from him, covering his hands on your ass with yours. Your mewls grow leader as your peace quickens. Skin slapping skin echos off the walls, almost drowning out the soft music.

Enjin leans his head against the wall, brows furrowed as he watches you bounce on his dick. His eyes follow the jumping of your tits as you arch your back. He spreads your cheeks wider, his dick reaching further than before. He glides over that bundle of nerves over and over as the tip kisses your cervix.

"Oh f-fuck!! You fuckin' my pussy so fuckin' good, shit.." You grit your teeth as you look down at him.

"Damn right, this shit was made for me.." He looks down at where you're connected, a white ring coated at his base. "Bounce on that dick, just like that.."

"Like this, baby? Want me to make a mess on this dick?" You smile down at him, sweat slick skin shining in the low light.

"Uh huh.. make that pretty pussy cream…" His hands trail up your back before burying in your hair. Coarse locks tangled between his finger are pulled back, eliciting a sharp gasp from you.

He plants his feet on the bed and bucks his hips up into you. Your moan is guttural as his tip continues to bully your cervix. He grunts as your gummy walls squeeze him, your cunt trying it's hardest to milk him for all he's worth. Enjin palms your ass, fingernails digging into the fat of your ass.

"F-fuck.. love this fuckin' dick…" You grab at his face, leaning down to kiss him.

You lick at his bottom lip and you slow your bouncing. He buries a hand in your hair, licking into your mouth. The kiss is unhurried, you both tonguing at each other as he slowly rocks your hips back and forth. You kiss down his jaw, nails dragging down his chest.

"Could live in this pussy, baby, fuck…" You hear his head thump against the wall as he starts to buck up into you.

"Come live in it, then.. Take this shit.." You rock your hips to meet his thrusts, pulling away from his neck to look in his eyes.

He smiles up at you, watching your brows pull together. You whimper and whine as he bucks up into you. Your head falls back to his shoulder, biting into the surface as drool spills from your mouth.

"Please, Enjin, f-fuck.." You dig your nails into his chest as his pace increases, pushing your body up each time he thrusts into you.

"What baby? Want me to cum in this pussy?" He stares down at the ripples across your skin as his balls slap into your ass.

"Yess..! Fill this pussy up!" Your back arches and you throw your head back. Your mouth hangs open, but no noise comes out as his tip punches into your cervix.

"'Boutta nut all in this shit.." He pinches his brows together as he pushes you over the edge.

You let out a shriek of his name as you convulse on top of him. Stars shine behind your eyelids while you ride out your high, pussy tightening and squeezing him. His thrusts become sloppy, wrapping his arms around your waist fully while fucks into you, chasing his release.

"So fuckin' good.. Paint my pussy white, baby." You plant your hand behind his head, peering down at him. You grind your hips down on him as he nods from below you.

He pulls you into his chest as he bottoms out, spilling into you with your name on his lips. Warmness envelops you as you feel him fill you to the brim. You moan as his cum spills around his dick. He pumps into you a couple of times, drawing a whimper out of you from the overstimulation.

You push at his chest as you ease yourself off of him. Before you can fall back into the bed, Enjin grabs your waist and keeps you hovering over him. You fix him with a confused face before you feel his fingers move through your folds. Your eyes flutter as you feel him push two finger into your quivering hole, pushing the cum that spilled out back into you. You moan as he thrusts his fingers into you slowly.

Your hips rock with his movements before he finally retracts his fingers. You grab his wrist and pull his fingers to your mouth, licking both yours and his release clean. He groans as your tongue circles his fingers, your eyes staring down at him in the process.

"If I knew I could fuck you like this, I would've delivered your shit myself a long ass time ago." He chuckles out as you pull his fingers from your mouth. A smile spreads across your face as you giggle, licking the leftover wetness from your lips.

"You keep fuckin' me like that, Ima' have to start tipping you." You settle your arms around his neck, his hands falling back on your ass.

"Keep giving me that sweet ass pussy, you not payin' for another thing." He mumbles up at you, kissing at the corner of your mouth.

You tilt your head, licking into his mouth as your nails graze the nape of his neck. The kiss is slow, unhurried. He tastes himself on your lips as he starts to grind you against him. Your moans are low as you pull away from his mouth.

"Mm.. I think we could work sum out.." You lean back, letting him maneuver your body however he pleases..

"Good, 'cause I'm not done with you.." Seconds later, he pins your front to the bed, leaning down nip at your ear.

"Finna show you who this pussy belongs to."