daily thoughts

december 9th 🎅🏾

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Enjin one-shot! This was supposed to come out days ago, but like this was soooo hard to finish? I kept going back to earlier paragraphs and re-writing because I ain't like the direction it was going, and that progressed into me changing the latter parts.

It was a mess. So, my fault. But in all honesty, I'd rather give y'all something that's actually decent, than some hot ass dookie.

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YOUR ENTANGLED MOUTHS CLASH AGAINST ONE ANOTHER SO SLOPPILY—-SO FIERCELY. Your hands both raised, positioned on his attractive face, locking him into your inescapable hold as the electrifying kiss intensifies—-deepens. Breathy pants and groans surround your heated, moving bodies. It was hot. The air extremely crisp. Your boyfriend's hands were attached to the fat of your soft ass, squeezing and cupping the underside of the cheeks. Slowly, your eyes peel open to stare at the reddened individual under you so focused in on you shoving your tongue down his throat.

Low grunts erupt off of him with every addicting swipe and lick of your tongue on his. The shared, dripping saliva sitting on your tongue dribbles so excruciatingly slow off the tip of your tongue and into his hungry mouth. Eagerly, he sits up against the headboard, closing his lips around your pretty tongue and sucking the spit off so lowly as his heavy palms swat down onto each of your cheeks, bouncing and jiggling the soft fat in his hands. He was so horny—-so horny he couldn't even properly hide it.

Abruptly, you pull away, leaving silvery strands of saliva connecting your parted, wet mouths to one another. An irritated groan consumes the room at your unnecessary action. "Why is it that you always do that when we start getting to the reaaal good part?"

"Because it wouldn't be as intense. Seeing you worked up over a little make-out is more entertaining than anything," You smile brightly on his lips, pecking them over and over again sweetly to distract him from—-

"Stop playing with me, baby. Give me my cigarettes back," He retorts with a low, endearing chuckle, reaching behind you to snatch the pack of cigarettes you sneakily retrieved from his pants pocket. You sit up on him with a single hand planted in the middle of his chest, shoving him back down onto your bed with a light thud and bounce. A gentle, lazy smile leaps onto your lips at his perverted eyes glossing up-and-down your full figure, dressed in nothing but a lacy, red bralette with a matching thong.

"No," You challenge him, opening the package to retrieve a single cigarette as he eyes you in pure interest. You reach over him, dangling your healthy breasts in his overjoyed face to set the cigarette alight with his lighter and he quickly responds with sneaking his warm, big hands under your bra, swallowing your soft breasts into his grasps. "You always bring these unpleasant things around my house, constantly blowing this terrible smoke into my face. It's the audacity for me, and the fact they taste like utter garbage," You lecture him with a pleasant smile drawn across your face, smoking the disgusting cigarette with it tucked away between your index and middle finger. You lovingly eye Enjin, who was underneath you, fondling and squeezing your breast without a care in the world. His eyes were stuck to your pretty breast—-he couldn't tear his attention away... at all.

"Who gives a fuck if they don't taste good? It's a stress reliever, baby, like how these pretty babies are my wonderful stress relievers..." He comments happily in an entranced tone, trailing his determined, tatted fingers behind you to unhook your bra and set his beauties, as he calls them, free. You assist him with removing your bra, and when he sees them spring into view, he gets overjoyed—-sitting up all too quickly to encase you into a tight hug to smooch and lick all over them, "What ever would I do without them? Hm?"