She smiles at you from behind her big, circle-shaped glasses, her brown-gold toned eyes, filled with adoration and love, locking onto yours. “It’s always a happy new year with you, baby girl,” she whispers back. “I can’t wait to spend another one with you.” She cups your chin in her slender hand and kisses you deeply, passionately, among the commotion and celebration on the dance floor around you. 

You softly moan, your toes curling in your heels as the taste of chocolate vodka on her tongue from too many shots. She then pulls away, her tongue dragging across your bottom lip. She moves lower, pressing a kiss to her jawline that gives you shivers. “And celebrate it too,” she purrs, her bottom lip dragging across your neck. 

A hot wave of arousal washes over you, her kisses, the scent of her perfume, and the fact that she looks so damn good in her bodycon black dress, highlighting her muscular body and toned ass, making you throb combined with the alcohol you consumed earlier for your club romp. “Semiu,” you warn her, a giggle in your voice. “You know we’re still in public. And people are watching us.” 

Semi tsks, clucking her tongue along the roof of her mouth as her kisses continue, making you moan. “So? That ain’t never stopped you before.”

You flush at her words, remembering all of those time she’s fingered you on the dance floor and you’ve eaten her out in public bathrooms after too many tequila shots at the club. She pulls away to give you a mischievous look that twinkles in those damn owl-like eyes, so attractive and alluring. “Let ‘em watch. Those drunk finance bros are gettin’ more than their dicks ever will right now.” 

She spares the men a few feet away from you a glance, all of them in fancy designer wear and ogling you both down like you’re dessert plates. You giggle, hugging your girlfriend close, snuggling your nose into the crook of her neck and shoulder, not caring if you ruin your makeup.

You had every intention of fucking up your makeup and hair tonight before you left the house, wanting a NYE of nothing but dancing, drinking, and fucking with your girlfriend back at your shared apartment. It is what you’ve been looking forward to all week after hard work and chugging along to earn more money before the new year hits. 

And now here you are, swaying with your girlfriend of four years, still so in love and lustful for each other, under the flashing strobelights in a crowded nightclub. You’ve never been happier, feeling so giddy and full of warmth that you smile (also from the effects of the alcohol creeping up on you). Suddenly, the familiar beat of your favorite Megan Thee Stallion song begins to play and Semiu giggles as you gasp, your eyes growing wide and your mouth dropping open. “It’s your song, baby!” she laughs. “C’mon, dance with me.” 

She pulls you into her, already grinding her hips into yours, both of you stuck together like your skin is slick with glue. You can smell the rose-scented perfume and the scent of vodka wafting off of her, making the throb in your lower core intensify. Need courses through your veins like liquid fire, all for the beautiful girl with the beautiful brown skin, silvery, short cropped hair, and lickable muscles standing before you. She takes you by the waist and whisks you around, pressing your back to her front, making you push your ass against her. 

The music and the vodka take over, making your body talk as hers talks back, hands gliding up your sides and coming around to massage your tits through your dress. You close your eyes and tilt your head back, enjoying your girlfriend’s hands rubbing all over your body and the music bumping from the overhead speakers. The world feels so nice and sparkly. Everyone is sexy to you, including your girlfriend. You feel delicious, wanting nothing more than to take Semiu to a hotel or bathroom and– 

“Enjin!” Semiu suddenly shouts. “Over here!” Your eyes open out of your daze just in time to the ridiculously tall and attractive blonde standing a couple yards away in the crowd of people on the dancefloor.

Enjin is hard to miss–he stands at six-foot something, way taller than you and Semiu combined, with a crop of streaked blonde hair, buzzcut at the sides and the rest sticking up in crazy waves at the top of his head, with eyes framed with black lashes that remind you of a cat’s and an easy, confident smirk where you can tell this motherfucker knows people are watching him and he loves every minute of it.

All eyes, including yours, are on him as he slides through the crowd with his tall, sexy self, his neck and arms roped in those intricate red and black tattoos vibrant against his tanned skin. His gages glisten under the lights the same as the black diamond chains hanging from his thick, inked neck. He chose a simple oversized black tee, jeans, and boots for tonight’s festivities, but he still looks like a model. 

It’s no secre to anyone that Enjin, Semi’s one of longtime friends, is sexy as fuck. Even to you. You’ve had this weird thing for Enjin for quite awhile now. You’re not sure when it started, but all you remember is that you started thinking his voice is so pretty and how good he looks in his oversized clothes…and then feeling immense guilt for it. Enjin is a good friend of Semiu’s and you’d never want to ruin their friendship or your love with Semiu over these stupid attractions for another. So you’ve always passed it off as a silly crush and left it alone. 

But that doesn’t stop you from flushing when he lets those pet names slip, platonically calling you “sweetie”, “babe” and “mama” like he does Semiu. That doesn’t stop you from checking out his side profile when no one is watching. And that doesn’t stop you from growing hot and tingly when he draws nearer until he’s finally standing in front of you, the lights illuminating his handsome face. “Well, shit,” he chuckles. “Funny runnin’ into you two cuties. To what do I owe the pleasure?” 

He puts on that crooked, sultry, signature smile that makes your insides flip over. Semiu shrugs, planting a hand on hip as she smirks up at him. “Just outside celebratin’ the new year. For you, this is just an ordinary night.” Enjin laughs, putting his ringed hands up in mock defense, his black nail polish glistening in the lights. “Guilty as charged. Hey, where’s my New Year’s kiss at?! I know this cold ass bitch ain’t gonna do it.”  

He gives Semiu a playful smirk, always toying with her when it comes to you. It works, earning him a sharp glare. “Watch it, fool. That’s still my girl.” But you place a comforting hand on her toned arm. “It’s okay, baby,” you reassure her before turning to Enjin with a smile. “I’ll give ya one, Enjin, but be nice to your friends.”

He grins, nodding, and stoops down to reach your short height. You give him a peck on the cheek, leaving a ring of red, ssticky lipgloss there. You place a hand on his broad shoulder, your lips at his ear, the scent of his cologne tempting your nostrils. “Happy New Year,” you whisper. 

When he pulls away, he is blushing, his cheeks tinged pink. “Mmm, definitely,” he sighs with a smile. He turns to Semiu with a shit-eating grin, but she gives him nothing but a steely stare. “C’mon, Semiu, seriously?! Nothin’?!” She shrugs, arms crossed over her chest. “I’ll give ya one then!” he cackles. “Both of you cuties get some!” 

He snatches both of you up into his arms, lifting you and Semiu up with ease. He plants a big kiss on each of your cheeks, making a big, dramatic “Mwah!” sound as he does.

Semiu grunts, a smile stretching across her face. “Enjin, put me down!” she shouts while you squeal in his hold. He continues to pepper your faces in kisses, hugging you to his broad chest. You place a hand there, unfortunately causing your stomach to explode with butterflies. God, he’s so toned! And so, so big! You’ve never felt so drawfed by a man before and felt so safe from it. 

Semiu shoves his face away from hers, squealing. “Alright, alright, drunkie,” she tuts, playfully swatting him away. “That’s enough. Can’t have to droolin’ on my dress.” Enjin chuckles, placing the both of you down onto the floor. “Oh, no, we wouldn’t want that,” he slyly agrees. “So what’s up with y’all tonight? You goin’ to another club after this?” 

You shake your head, fixing your dress so it isn’t riding up on your thighs. You don’t miss Enjin’s eyes on your legs, but you don’t mention it. “Nah, we’re gonna head home. I get too scared on the road after midnight and Semiu can’t see real well.” Enjin’s golden eyes, reminding you of two topaz gems, flit to Semiu, his eyebrow raised. “You’re drivin’?” he asks, surprised. 

“Hell no!” she scoffs, scrunching her face up. “She meant I can’t see, period. These aren’t my nighttime glasses.” Enjin huffs, obviously disappointed, but raises his arms wide as if to embrace you again. “Well, share a shot for the road with me least. C’mon, I just got here!” You can tell he pregamed before he got here, his eyes slightly unfocused and his smile a bit sloppy, but you’re sure he’s better off than you are. 

You and Semiu decide to take Enjin up on his offer and let him buy you some Patron shots. You try not to let the fact that he can afford such expensive alcohol turn you on as he passes you a shot glass filled with the clear liquid. He raises his shot glass high in his big hand, smiling. “Cheers to a new year,” he announces before clinking his shot with yours and Semiu’s. “Bottoms up, ladies.” 

You drink at the same time as your girlfriend and her friend, letting the tequila slide down your throat. You cough at the sharp burn in your throat, but once the warmth hits, you’re giggling and wobbly, nearly falling into Enjin’s side. “Whoops,” he murmurs, encircling a careful arm around your waist. “Careful now, ma. You’ll hurt yourself.” You make the mistake of looking up at him to thank him for his rescue, melting at his devastatingly good looks and striking eyes. Your eyes flit to his lips, so plump and lush, slightly parted to reveal the sliver of his silver tongue piercing. His hand stays at your waist, secure and distracting. 

Semiu comes in to break the spell, taking you from Enjin. “Oooh, someone’s drunk,” she giggles. “Lemme get her ass home before she passes out. You be careful, ya hear?” You don’t miss the mischievous look he throws Semiu or how he takes his sweet time letting you go. “Sure thing, boss. I’ll see you two later~” 

You bid him farewell as Semiu wraps you up in her arm and securely walks you towards the exit to grab your coats. “Later?” you murmur, eyeing her curiously. “What’s he mean, babe?” Semiu looks at you questionably before she huffs with a chuckle. “Oh, that’s just Enjin for ya. He probably meant later in the new year or somethin’. C’mon, let’s get that Uber before the block gets too hot.” 

You take her answer for what it is and continue to try to walk normally, figuring that this is last time you’ll see Enjin tonight. But when you turn to look at the tall, hot blonde, you see him already looking at you from the bar, just as he’s approached by two girls. And he shoots you a wink. 

***************

When you finally get inside your dark, quiet apartment with Semiu, you have no intentions of sleeping.

You’re pinned against the wall and her lips are locked on yours as soon as the door is opened. 

She smiles into the kiss as your hands roam all over her muscular body, ripping her fur coat off and letting it fall to the ground. “Mmmm,” she moans, her hands toying with the zipper to the front of your coat. “I thought you wanted to go to bed.” You shake your head as you quickly shed the coat, wanting to be skin to skin with her. “Not after that card ride. I fuckin’ need you.” You cup her gorgeous face in your hands and kiss her again, your lips moving sloppily against each other, sticky and feverish. 

Your blossoming arousal has everything to do with your girlfriend becoming handsy with you in the car ride over. You took an Uber and the whole time in the backseat, Semiu had her hands roaming under your dress to cup your ass, squeezing it the way you like, as her lips toyed with your neck and suckled on the tops of your titties popping out of your dress. She knew exactly how to rile you up, smirking at your neediness now. “So needy for me. I like that.” 

She takes your hands from face and holds them in hers, her acrylic nails so shiny and sparkly for the new year celebration tonight. “Come here,” she giggles. “On the couch with me, right where you belong.” She pulls you over to the couch sitting in front of the floor to ceiling window overlooking the night sky and city lights. The window where you’ve had sex in front of many times before. 

Semiu’s expression is sultry and adoring as she drags you over to the couch, sitting down while you stand between her muscular, thick thighs, her brown skin illuminated by the twinkling city lights outside. “You know, every guy in there wanted a piece of you. I caught some looks from the girls too. You were stunning tonight.” Her hands drag over your hips and sides, drinking in your body in your dress. “Thank you, baby,” you shyly reply. “You looked just as good.” 

She smiles up at you, humming in agreement. “I know. Lucky us, we belong to each other.” Your heart flutters at her words as she leans up to kiss you, capturing your lips in another seering kiss. Her hands hike up your dress over your hips, exposing the lace thong you’re wearing underneath. She hums in enjoyment at the sight, kissing your stomach as her hands glide over your thighs. “Fuck, Semiu,” you moan. “I need you so bad. Go lower please.” You can feel yourself soaking your panties, needing so badly for her to tear them off of you and put her tongue between your thighs. 

But your girlfriend is a fucking tease and she smiles at you, loving how she’s able to make you so slutty and needy with just one touch and a kiss. “Hang on. I wanna try something.” You quirk an eyebrow at her, your blood hot with excitement. You and Semiu are a freaky ass couple, known to explore different things in the bedroom. You wanna bring toys in? She’s all with it. You wanna be choked and slapped? She’s doing it for you. You’ve got a Mommy kink? She’ll act it out for you. “I wanted to get a little kinkier tonight, if that’s cool with you.” 

She reaches across for one of the pillows and retrieves a little black box from behind it. When she opens it, you find a red blindfold inside. You giggle, feeling your pussy throb at the little cloth. You and your girl are no stranger to sensory play, often blindfolding each other and teasing each other in the bedroom. “Sure,” you giggle. “Sounds fun. Just don’t stab me.” She chuckles, giving your ass a smack. “I’ve got somethin’ I can for sure poke you with, but you wouldn’t complain.” 

You shiver at her sultry, dirty words before sitting down and allowing her to wrap the blindfold around your face, cloaking your eyes in darkness. You can’t see a thing now. You shiver as her hands glide down your thighs and you feel her kneel between your legs, splitting your knees apart. You moan as she begins kissing your inner thighs, leaving your skin sticky from her lipgloss, and then flush at her little gasp. “So wet!” she tsks. “What a naughty slut I’ve got. And in a little thong? You could’ve flashed the whole damn club.” 

SMACK! 

You whine in pleasure as she gives your pussy a smack, making your clit throb. “I-I did it for you!” you stammer. “No one else!” Semiu hums in satisfaction, kissing the spot where your panties have grown wet. “Good girl. Let’s see if I can make that pussy wetter for me.”

She then pulls your panties off of your ankles, leaving your heels on, and proceeds to eat you out the only way she can. You gasp as you feel her soft lips and wet tongue caressing your wet inner folds, prying you open and making you gush. “Oh, shit,” you moan. “Mmm, Semiu, yes!” 

Semiu moans into your little hole, the vibrations coursing through your body, making you shiver and shake for her. She then pauses and takes her lips away from you, making you whimper with desperation. “Semiu, baby, please,” you whine. “Don’t tease me. Give me your mouth again.”

And she does, putting those sweet, thick, juicy lips back on your pussy where she proceeds to gently suckle on your clit. “Fuck, Semiu, your lips feel so good!” you moan, pushing your hips out for more, your hands massaging your tits. 

“Thanks, cutie,” Enjin replies. “But I’m not Semiu. Sorry to disappoint ya.” 

Wait…Enjin?! 

You squeak, scrambling away to the end of the couch. You then rip the blindfold up to see the tall blonde kneeling there alongside your girlfriend, a lazy smile on his face. “Da fuck?!” you shout, hugging your knees to your chest. “W-What are you…how are you here?!” Enjin quickly plants his big hands on your arms, calming you. “Whoa, cutie! Relax before you give yourself a heart attack!” 

You slow your breathing though you are still utterly confused and horrified. How long has he been here? Did he see Semiu eating your pussy? Did he just eat your pussy?!

“Since you asked, Zanka dropped me off…and your girl invited me here.” He cuts a knowing look at Semiu, smiling. “Said she wanted to give you what you’ve always wanted tonight.” He then comes to sit next to you on the couch, widening those muscular thighs as he does and drapes an arm over the back of the couch to encircle your neck. 

“What I’ve always wanted?” you parrot. He smiles at you, those eyes twinkling with mirth. “A threesome, silly girl!” he chuckles. “Semiu here told me how freaky you are. How much you love watchin’ that shit when you’re alone.” 

You flush at his words, realizing that you’ve been caught. You only just started watching threesome porn awhile ago, having stumbled upon a video of two girls and a guy, both of them hot. You never came harder in your life envisioning the actors as yourself, Semiu, and another hot guy, enraptured in pleasure on a couch or in a comfortable bed. Did Semiu somehow see your browser history without you knowing? 

She comes to sit next to you too, trapping you between her and Enjin’s bodies on the couch, and places a hand on your knee. “We’d been talkin’ about spicing things up in the bedroom and I saw your browser open on your phone one day,” she explains, trailing her hand up and down your thigh. “I couldn’t figure out who’d be the perfect third piece for us at first…but then I found him.” 

Enjin scoots closer to you, drawing a hand up to your lowerback. “Me,” he whispers. “The man of your dreams, baby.” You shiver at his touch, the mingling scents of his cologne and Semiu’s perfume making you insane. Semiu leans in, dragging your lips across your ear as Enjin busies himself playing with the locks of your hair. “I’ve seen the hot, needy, slutty looks you’d give him when you thought no one was watching. The way you’d eye fuck him from across the room…” 

A lump forms in your throat as a hot wash of panic washes over you, making you swallow hard. So she does know. “S-Semiu,” you stammer. But she just laughs, shaking her head at you. “Baby, it’s fine! It ain’t like you fucked him behind my back. Plus, we used to fuck around too before you and I started dating.” She shoots a secretive look at Enjin, making him chuckle in a sultry way that makes you tingle. It’s news to you that your girlfriend and her friend used to fuck before you dated, but you find that the newfound information makes you wetter than you were initially. 

“Despite how much we bicker and banter, I trust him more than anyone else in the world.” Semiu gives you a soft look, deep with love and intimacy. “So I trust him with you. He understands that you’re mine and he has the privilege of sharin’ you tonight.” She gives Enjin a sharp look and he nods, never losing that smile or that easiness that makes him so attractive. He makes you feel safe. “Absolutely. I’ve never been more honored.” 

He then places a hand on top of yours, making you swallow hard. “So what do ya say, pretty girl?” he asks in his thick, silky voice. “You wanna give this a try?” His chosen pet name sets you on fire along with those thick, inked fingers tracing shapes along your arm, making it so hard to think. But you don’t need a lot of brain power to agree to be shared between a hot girl and an even hotter guy. “Sure,” you giggle, albeit nervously, your body tingling all over. “Uh…how do we…start?” 

Both of the eye candies sitting on your couch grin, excited to hear your agreement to this. “Well, safety first is first,” Semiu says. “We need words and all that if you ever feel uncomfortable. Your choice.” You pause, thinking about a good safeword. Something that you would never yell during sex. “Uh…Jabber?” you decide. 

“Ew,” Semiu groans while Enjin tosses his head back and laughs. “Fine then, but he better not pop up if you say it.” You giggle, glad that your choice managed to ease the tension and awkwardness. It’s not ever day you agree to fuck your girlfriend and her friend together at the same time. “Now what is it you like sex wise?” Enjin asks, curiously cocking his head at you. “Kinks? Fetishes? What gets you off?” 

Something about his question, his curiosity and want to know your sexual interests, makes your nipples harden and your pussy gush. It’s the same question your girlfriend asked you when you first started having sex. “W-Well, you softly stammer. “I like kissing.” Enjin adoringly coos at you, loving that answer with all his heart. “Whatever you want, baby. Kissing it is then.” He takes a tentative hold of your chin, cupping your face in his big palm. “I’ve been dyin’ to see how those lips taste.” 

His eyes grow softer, rounder, before he leans in and gently shuts them as his lips press against yours. The kiss starts tentative and careful at first as he figures you out, but then it gets hotter. Deeper. More enticing as Enjin’s lips fit against yours, his pierced tongue sliding along your bottom lip. Semiu watches from beside you, softly humming in enjoyment at the sight. “Take your time, Jin. My baby likes it real nice and slow.” 

He does just that, cupping your cheek to mold his lips with yours, his tongue swirling against yours in a heated, drunken dance. His kiss is dizzying, making your mind go blank and your hands wander to his chest the way you wanted to do at the club. When he finally pulls away, his breathing is heavy and his eyes are dark with lust. “You taste so fuckin’ good. Even better than I imagined.” Your chew on your wobbly bottom lip as your pussy grows a heartbreat, throbbing insistently between your legs. “You too.” 

“I’m startin’ to feel left out,” Semiu tuts, scooting in closer to you. You are practically squeezed between her and Enjin now, but you’ve never wanted anything more. Enjin smirks, crooking a finger at her in a ‘come hither’ motion. “C’mere then. Nobody ever said three people can’t kiss.” You’re practically creaming by the time you get both Enjin and Semiu’s lips on yours, all of you sharing soft moans and spit with each other as your tongues and lips caress one another. It is by far the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced, making hot waves of arousal roll through you. 

Semiu then pulls away, her eyes hooded, as Enjin continues to kiss you, traveling down to your throat and collarbone. “Show him those tits, babe,” she whispers in your ear. “He’s good with his mouth.” You let her peel the sleeves to your dress down your shoulders to show off your strapless bra. She unhooks that from the front, exposing your tits and hard, brown nipples to Enjin.

“Shit,” he hisses, running a hand over his face as if he can’t believe his eyes. “Look at you. I don't know whose tits are more perfect: yours or Semiu’s.” He looks between the two of you, silently judging, and then deciding, “It’s a tie.”

You turn to find Semiu out of her dress too, having unzipped it from the back to reveal her beautiful tits and dark brown nipples, each pierced with silver balls to make her nipples a lot more sensitive. “Mmm-hmm, it better be. Now put that mouth to work, mister.”

Enjin smirks and pulls you closer, dipping his head low to suckle on your nipples. He alternates between massaging your tits and sucking on them, focusing on one or the other. You gasp, sparks of pleasure exploding through your body the more his tongue and hands move across your soft tits. “Oh,” you moan, your fingers tangled in his blonde hair. “Fuck, Enjin, that’s good.” 

He looks up at you from your chest, his eyes twinkling. “Yeah?” he teases. “This tongue always seems to do the trick, right, Semiu?” He turns to her, salaciously wiggling his tongue piercing at her. She whacks him with a pillow, making you giggle, before going back to massaging her tits the way she was watching Enjin suck on yours. “Focus on her right now, douchebag,” she replies. “I brought you here to please her, not tease me.” 

Enjin just smirks, knowing that she’s full of shit. “Uh-uh. Whatever you say.” He then puts one of your hard peaks between his teeth, gently nibbling on it. The graze of his teeth makes you buck and moan, the slight pain minglign with the hot pleasure. “Oh, fuck!” you gasp, pleasure coursing through your body in hot tendrils. “Keep going! T-That’s so…ah!” Your sounds only grow louder and more intense when you feel Enjin’s hand slide down to cup your hot, dripping pussy in his palm. “God,” he groans. “You drive me fuckin’ crazy.” 

Your hand glides over his cock, stroking him through his pants, unable to stop itself from touching him. Enjin chuckles against your breast, pulling away from your nipple, leaving a trail of spit in his wake. “You want this?” he asks, giving you a lazy smirk that makes your insides flip. “Is that what you’re askin’ for?” He places his hand on top of yours, making you stroke his bulge more through his pants. “Use your words, baby. Tell him what you want.” 

You turn to look at her, seeing the molten lust glistening in her eyes. Then you turn to Enjin, seeing the same. You let yourself feel your arousal ten fold, making you somewhat of a fiend for more. “I want you naked,” you whisper. “Both of you.” Enjin grins at both of you, flashing those pearly whites. “That can be arranged, but only if you strip too. As good as you look in that dress, I’d rather see it on the floor.” 

Together, you both begin to strip. You watch hungrily as Enjin takes off his shirts and pants, kicking off his boots too. He leaves himself in only his polo socks and briefs, a large tent protruding from beneath it. You can tell he is big, his cock stopping just short of his inner thigh. You can’t help but admire his body once he’s completely bare, his clothes now tossed on the floor. Enjin is buff, having his fair share of impressive muscles–nothing but abs, biceps, and muscular, thick thighs that look like they could all be carved from stone. Tanned skin inked in tattoos stretch across his muscles, glowing in the city lights that adorns his nipples that your mouth waters to suck. 

You stand and strip the rest of your dress, leaving yourself bare in only your heels. You are totally naked and at the mercy of the man sitting in front of you. “Fuck,” he breathes. “Semiu, you’re one lucky girl.” Semiu giggles from beside you, standing from the couch to join you. “I know I am.” 

Enjin pulls you over to him by your wrist, making you stand between his muscular thighs. “And I’m one lucky bastard to get two hot chicks tonight.” His eyes trail down to your naked mound, his mouth watering at the sight of your pussy. “You were just walkin’ around like that at the club?” he breathlessly asks. “No panties?”  

Semiu laughs, shaking her head from behind you. “No, but she had on a thong. Didn’t I tell you my girl can be a slut?” she giggles. “She ain’t the only one though.” She gives you and Enjin a sexy smirk as she slides her dress up her thighs, revealing the G-string underneath. As she turns around to show it off, Enjin hisses out, “Shit!” at the sight of her plump, firm ass squeezed between the G-string.

Semiu turns to face you, wrapping her arms around your naked waist. “Go on, baby girl: bend over and show our guest what else you’ve got for him.” Slowly, you go to the couch and bend over for Enjin over the back of the couch. There, nestled between your asscheeks and embedded in your asshole, is a tiny butplug that’s been nestled there since the beginning of the night. “Oh, my God,” Enjin groans as if he sees the man himself. “You two are fuckin’ perfect.” 

SMACK! 

You moan, the sharp pain making your pussy throb. Enjin chuckles, gently massagint the sting from your asscheeks, wetting it with sloppy kisses. “Don’t think you don’t get one too, Miu.” 

SMACK! 

“Ow!” she gasps, gaping at Enjin from her stance. “Dammit, Enjin, at least ask me first!” He just cackles, ever the evil motherfucker. “Don’t pretend you don’t like that shit.” She glares at him as she goes to saunter back up to the couch, plopping down beside you. “She does,” you giggle, grinning playfully at your girlfriend. She eyes you sharpyly, making heat pool in your gut. “That’s enough outta you, brat. Sounds to me like ya need some discipline.” 

You damn near cum right there on the couch while Enjin gives your ass more kisses as you watch your girlfriend lay back. Slowly, she widens her thighs for you and pushes her thong aside to expose her dripping pussy to you, everything gorgeous from her puffy, brown lips to the bare bikini wax she did for the occasion.

“Put that pretty mouth riiiight here,” she drawls, her fingers gently caressing her pussy lips. “Show Enjin how good you are with it.” You are quivering with want, already scooting closer to her. “Yes, ma’am,” you whisper. 

Enjin watches with interest and arousal as you dip between Semiu’s creamy thighs and begin lapping at her juicy cunt, relishing all that she gives you with your tongue. She is so soft, warm, and wet, gushing into your mouth like an overflowing waterfall. “Mmm, yes, sweetie,” she moans in that silky voice. “That’s my good girl. Show him just how good you can be for me.” She trails her nails through your hair as you continue to please her pussy, softly moaning from her taste. 

“You jerkin’ that cock to my girl, Enjin?” she scoffs. “I didn’t say you could do that.” Your ear perks at the sound of Enjin’s hushed swears and moans along with the wet, stroking sounds filling the air. “Shit,” Enjin breathes, watching the lustful scene unfold with his very own eyes. “How could I not? This is too fuckin’ hot. You two will be the death of me, y’know that?” 

Semiu sexily giggles, stroking your head as you suck on her clit. “Hopefully not before you make my girl cum,” she chuckles. “Actually, she’s in the perfect position for that, don’tcha think?” Your pussy gushes at the prospect of being eaten out by Enjin, wanting nothing more than to feel his pierced tongue somewhere other than the lips on your face. “Yeah,” he breathlessly agrees. “Can I eat your pussy for you, baby?” 

You feel his big, warm hands on your ass, already prying your cheeks apart to expose your sticky, wet pussy to him. A hot rush of want floods you, making you push your ass back into his handsome face. “Yes, please,” you softly say. 

Enjin hums in satisfaction, a rush of air leaving his lips at the sight of you before him. “Good girl. Just relax fa’ me, okay?” His golden eyes glitter at you, playful and lustful. “I can be reeeeal good; Semiu will tell you.” You look back at him with a smirk as Semiu moans, toying with herself. “I’d rather you show me,” you purr. 

Enjin doesn’t need to be told twice. He begins to press open-mouthed kisses to your sticky lips and clit, “Wow, babe,” he coos raspily. “You’re so, so pretty. Your aftershave smells good too.” He cheekily grins at you. “Coconuts, huh?” You kick at him, hating how he loves to always tease you. “Shut up,” you whimper as he cackles. He then drags a finger along your pussy lips, making you quiver. “Such a pretty pussy deserves some attention. Poor girl is cryin’ f’me. Don’t squirm too much, yeah?” 

Before you can respond, the man is diving into the wet depths of your pussy. And damn, is it hard not to squirm. He is just like Semiu–taking his sweet time getting to know your pussy, tongue flicking in the right places and being completely merciless with every lash on your clit. How is it that both of thesm are so good at eating pussy? Enjin’s big hands have an iron grip on your hips, keeping you still despite you yearning to grind into him. He makes you take all of it, the cold metal of his piercing make you twitch. “Oh, my God!” you gasp as if seeing the Heavenly Father himself. “Oh, shit!, Enjin, yes, like that!” 

“Like this?” he teasingly asks before doing the exact same move with his tongue that makes you see stars. He then dips it into your hole, making your moans grow loud and sluttier than before. “Hey.” Semiu grips your chin, forcing you to look at her. “Don’t get distracted just ‘cause his tongue is in that slutty pussy. You’ve still got me here.” 

You go back to eating your girl’s dripping pussy as Enjin eats yours, your tongues moving in tandem with each other. Semiu’s moans are loud and deep, silky like satin. “Yes,” she groans. “Fuck, you’re wet! I can hear it.” Your pussy is embarrassingly soaked, Enjin’s tongue sloshing through your wet folds. “She likes it in both holes, Jin,” she sneakily says. “My girl just loves cumming with somethin’ in her ass.” 

“Oh, yeah?” he asks, quirking an interested brow at you. “Greedy little thing, ain’t she?” He then begins to gently fuck your asshole with the plug in it, making you gasp into Semiu’s pussy. You saw the stars before, but now you’re seeing the entire fucking galaxy with the way his tongue twirls and swirls in your pussy, his nose nudging against your clit, while he gently fucks your ass with the plug, making your body tremble and shake like an autumn leaf.

Semiu lifts her hips and begins grinding herself into your mouth, making you take all of her down your throat. “Yes, right there!” she cries out, pushing your face deeper into her pussy. “Such a good girl for me, baby girl!” You twirl your tongue in and out of her wet hole, sucking and slurping all that she gives you. It’s all too much for you–the taste of your girl’s pussy, her sweet moans, and Enjin’s wicked pierced tongue toying with your hole.

“Oh, fuck!” you shout into Semiu’s pussy. “I’m gonna cum!” Semiu hums in displeasure, taking a lock of your hair and gripping it. “I didn’t hear you ask permission first.” You whine in protest, even as Enjin’s pussy-eating grows more insistent. “P-Please, Miss,” you whimper. “Can I cum on his tongue? Please?”

Semiu smiles down at you, gently stroking your head as you go through the motions of trying not to disobey your lady. “Mmm, you may,” she moans. “Give it all to him, ‘kay? Just don’t forget whose pussy that is.” 

You finally let yourself fuck Enjin’s face, tossing your ass back into him to take his tongue deeper, more, more, and more. And then finally, you break. You feel like you’re soaring as your orgasm overtakes your body, leaving your pussy aching and your clit throbbing. Even so, Enjin continues to lap at your cunt, cleaning you up. 

You pant heavily and whimper at the sweet torture. “J-Jin, wait,” you protest weakly, grasping at his shoulders. “Please…t-too much! Can’t…can’t…” Your eyes roll into the back of your head, your head falling into Semiu’s lap. She giggles, gently stroking your face as you quake, your body bucking with the aftershocks of the explosive O her friend just gave you. 

Finally, Enjin pulls away, lips shining with your cum. “That’s what you get for wearing that damn dress…and this thing here.” He proceeds to take your soaked thong from the floor and twirl it around his finger, giving you a grin. “I’m keepin’ this. Hope you don’t like this one too much, mamas.” Semiu giggles, bending down to kiss your cheek. “Good girl,” she coos, petting your hair. “Why don’t you show Enjin what you can do with that mouth now, huh?” 

Enjin makes a noise between a moan and a whine, the sound so utterly pornographic. “Yes please,” he groans. “And then I can show your girl how much of a little slut you can be.” 

“Don’t push it, blondie,” Semiu grunts. “Go on, baby girl; get on your knees for him.” Quickly, he leans back against the couch as you move to the floor, your pussy soaked from your cum and his spit, but not before he places a pillow beneath your kneecaps. “I already know you’ve been usin’ them knees at the club, so...” 

You coo at his sweetness, making him blush once again. “Such a gentleman,” you giggle, trailing a hand up his bulge. He groans as you begin to stroke him through his briefs, his hot, pulsing cock making your pussy throb again. “Can I?” He groans as if the sight of you is just too much, physically paining him. “So sweet!” he coos. “I’m all yours, cutie. Take that fuckin’ dick out.” 

Quickly, you take his briefs down his muscular thighs, exposing his V-line and mouthwatering happy trail. But what gags you the most is that pretty cock of his. His cock is a bit longer and curves upward, the shaft a toasted brown compared to his normal skin tone. Opposite to his stomach, he keeps his pubic area smooth, including the heavy balls that swing below his dick. The pink head of his cock dribbles with precum that your tastebuds are dying to try. And his cockhead is pierced, a silver hoop dangling from it, dripping in precum all for you. 

When you finally set your eyes on him, they nearly bug out of your skull. You fall in love with him instantly. Semiu giggles beside you and playfully tickles your chin. “Wipe your drool, hon. Save that for his dick.” Enjin gives you a hooded stare, his golden eyes dark. “Now suck it for me.” The dirty order makes you hot all over. “Yes, Daddy,” you obediently reply, the words as natural to you as breathing. 

“A Daddy kink too?” He then groans, rolling his head back as your mouth envelops him. You hollow your cheeks as you suck him in, trapping him between the wet walls of your mouth, starting with slow strokes to get yourself used to him, stroking the rest with your hands that you can’t fit into your mouth. Enjin is feeling good, his eyes hooded and his hand in your hair. “Ah, fuck, yes,” he groans, loud and unabashed. “Just like that, baby. Ease into it, nice and slow…” 

You pop off of him with a wet pop! before sticking your tongue out for him, slapping his dick on the flat part of your tongue before sucking him back into your mouth. He watches you, the lust in his eyes making you wetter. “Think you can take me deeper, mama?” he breathlessly asks. “Can I please fuck your pretty face?” 

You nod and close your eyes as he sinks him deeper, fucking your throat. His groans are so hot and orgamsic, fit for a porno with the way they excite you. “Shit, Semiu–oh, fuck–I may just keep her for myself if she–Mmmph!”  You open your eyes just in time to see Semiu now sitting up on the back of the couch, her thighs split open and Enjin’s face between them. “Shut up,” Semiu snaps as she pushes his head into her pussy. “You wanna use that mouth, use it right here. Like I said before, we’re sharing her. That’s my baby, don’t forget.” 

“Goddamn,” Enjin groans, cupping your head as he uses his other hand to pin one of Semiu’s thighs open. “You might wanna remind her ‘cause she’s suckin’ my cock like she’s mine.” As you suck the soul out of him, he laps at Semiu’s pussy, making her tilt her head back and moan to the ceiling, her fingers in his blonde locks. Ejin’s dick makes you gag as it touches the back of your throat, causing your eyes to burn with unshed tears. 

But still, you take his thrusts and deep dicking in your throat like a champ as Semiu watches, looking so beautiful getting her pussy eaten above you. “Isn’t she good?” she purrs, staring at you gag on Enjin’s dick with adoration. You nod, the bobs of your head making Enjin groan as he wiggles his tongue against Semiu’s clit, making her groan wantonly. “C’mon now, Jin, don’t tease. Make me cum.” 

Enjin pulls away, a playful, cocky look in his eyes. “What’s the magic word, sweetness?” he asks. Semiu looks visibly shy, biting her lip as he begins to rub her pussy for her. “P-Please?” she cutely stammers. Seeing her be so submissive arouses you and suddenly, you want to be fucked. Enjin smiles, pressing a hot kiss to her clit before spitting on it. “Music to my ears. Your wish is my command.” 

He then dives back in and begins to eat her out again, his tongue wiggling faster and faster. You know that Semiu is close when she begins arching her back in the air, her moans growing louder. “Fuck, Enjin, go faster! I’m gonna cum!” She begins to massage her tits, much to your and Enjin’s enjoyment, her fingers pinching her pierced, brown nipples. “Uh-huh,” Enjin breathes into her pussy, coaxing her further until she cums with a loud moan that bounces off of the walls. 

You watch her in awe, her brown skin slick with sweat and her eyes fluttering closed from the ecstasy as she floods Enjin’s mouth with her sweet, creamy cum. Enjin hums with enjoyment, pulling awat with a wet smack of his lips. “Goddamn, both of you taste so good.” 

“So do you,” you wetly purr before going right back to sucking him off, swallowing him from top to bottom. He groans, his hand grasping the back of your hair, thrusting in time with the bobs of your head. “Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me cum,” he groans. “I wanted to be inside you before I busted, y’know? Only if you want me to though.” 

You pull away from his cock, a line of spit connecting your bottom lip to his cockhead. “You wanna fuck me?” you ask, unable to hide your surprise. You weren’t sure if him fucking you was even on the table tonight. “Only if you’re okay with it,” he replies, panting heavily from your amazing dick sucking skills. “Your mouth works just as good for me, mama. Trust me.” 

Your eyes trail over to Semiu, your love, your life, your one and only. How would she feel about another fucking you? “Is that what you want, gorgeous?” she asks. “Do you want Enjin to fuck you while I watch?” 

No. You wouldn’t feel right about that. But the fact that both of them are so hellbent on pleasing you and making you feel good makes you want to give them all of you. “I want both of you,” you beg. “Please. I need both of you to fuck me.” Realizing what you mean, their eyes darken with lust. “Then get the fuck up here,” Semiu demands. “We have to get you nice and ready to take us.” 

Enjin helps you up on the couch on wobbly knees as Semiu reaches behind another couch cushion to retrieve what you already know is back there: a bottle of strawberry-flavored, heated lube and a strap-on. Not too big, not too small, with a curved end on the side of the velcro straps that Semiu uses to rub her clit as she fucks you. It is your favorite part about sex with your girlfriend. “Jesus Christ!” Enjin  guffaws, gawking at the silicon dick that Semiu straps onto her waist. “You keep a strap down here?! How many you got in this motherfucker?” 

“None of your concern, nosey,” she retorts. “Now focus on her and not on me.” Slowly, you slink up to Enjin and sit in his lap, your thighs straddling either side of his legs. “You don’t gotta tell me twice,” he replies, moaning breathlessly as his cock brushes against your lips. “You feel so good on me, baby. I’ve dreamed about what this pretty pussy feels like.” He drags the head along your puffy, pretty, soaked lips, making you whimper with need. “Enjin,” you moan. “I need you.” 

He smiles at you, a sheen of sweat glistening on his neck and forehead. “Take me then, mamas. It’s yours.” 

As soon as his head enters you, your jaw is dropping open and your eyes are blown from how stretched you feel already. No toy could compare to how warm and solid he feels snuggled up in your pussy, even though Semiu’s strap is quite nice. The blonde looks up at you, his brows furrowed in concern. “You okay, mama?” he asks, caressing your cheek. “Think you can take more of me?” 

He doesn’t move without your permission, staying still despite you feeling him tremble from holding back. You nod, bracing yourself by gripping his forearms. “I’ll let you know if I can’t,” you assure him. Then you sink a little lower, taking inch after inch of his cock. Through it all, you breathe in and out, relaxing your body into his. Though it doesn’t hurt, you’re feeling beyond stretched and you’re glad for the first orgasm you got because it makes it easier. 

Gradually, you begin to adjust to his size and the pleasure starts to build. Especially when his pelvis rubs against your clit. Enjin can’t take it–your pussy is too warm, wet, and tight. “Oh, f-fuck!” he hisses, tossing his head back against the couch arm. He is gone from your pussy, his muscles tight and hands gripping your ass. You begin to slowly bounce on him, starting off with little hops on top of him. “Easy, baby girl,” Semiu murmurs. “Don’t get so eager. Take it nice and slow.” 

But Enjin has other plans for you, lifting his hips up to fuck you back. “Nah, grip onto me,” he demands. “I’ve got you, baby. Just keep usin’ that cock, okay?” You do just that, gripping his shoulders and fully bouncing on him, your tits jiggling freely in his face. “Oh, my God!” you squeak in pleasure. “Fuck, Daddy, your dick is so good!” Everytime his dick strokes your pussy, you feel like you’re close to cumming. 

But not yet. Not until you get another cock in you.

“Looks like you’re enjoyin’ yourself,” Semiu chuckles, placing a hand on your ass. “Lean forward a bit for me, baby: Mommy’s gotta get you ready to take her strap.” Slowly, you do so, presenting your ass to her as Enjin slowly fucks you from below, softly grunting at the drag of your walls around him. 

Whimpering, you let Semiu drag your butt plug out of your asshole, leaving it gaping and sensitive. “Ohhhh, fuuuuuck!” you whine as Semiu sinks her tongue inside of it, replacing the plug. You are practically seeing space now, your eyes fluttering closed as Enjin’s dick and Semiu’s tongue take you on a journey to the great beyond. Semiu coats your ass in spit, humming as her tongue rims the little hole. 

With every passing second, your holes grow more open for them until Enjin is bottoming out and Semiu’s spit is dripping down your asscrack. “Pause for a minute, baby,” she whispers. “I need you real still for this. You’re still sure you want this?” You nod, biting your bottom lip. “Yes,” you whisper. Enjin looks at you through the slits of his eyes, golden like a lion’s piercing through a thrush. “And what’s your safeword?” he demands. Your answer is automatic: “Jabber.”

“Good girl,” they praise you in unison. You nearly cum on the spot from it. Bracing yourself against Enjin, he begins to use those fat fingers to rub your clit just as the head to Semiu’s strap kisses the threshold of your tight asshole. Then she’s pushing in.

“Ah!” you hiss, gripping Enjin’s shoulders when you feel that stretch. Enjin shushes you while Semiu rubs your back, easing your body. “Easy,” she grunts. “Eaaasy, baby girl. Keep rubbin’ her clit for her, Enjin.” 

Enjin does so, pausing every so often to lube his fingers with spit. “It’s okay, mama,” he whispers. “You’re doin’ so good. You look so perfect gettin’ stuffed from both ends like this.” 

You have no doubt that you do. You feel so stuffed, making it hard to breathe. Semiu presses her lips to your ear, her voice and breath comforting you. “Show him how you take this dick,” she whispers in your ear. “Show him how good you are.”

She begins to slowly rock her hips back and forth, sliding the strap in and out of your tight hole. With every thrust, you are forced to get used to her there as Enjin slowly fucks your pussy from below, groaning as you drip all over his shaft and balls, staining the couch below. “Such a big girl takin’ both of us,” he grunts. “I can’t wait to make you cum all over this dick.” 

He begins to fuck you harder, one hand gripping your hip while the other lays flat on your ass, keeping your jiggling tits pressed flat against him as Semiu fucks you from behind. As soon as he hits that spot inside you, you can’t keep quiet. You begin wailing in pleasure, overcome with the feeling he is giving you. “O-Oh, fuck!” you gasp. “Yes, Jin, yes!” 

Enjin draws more of these moans and wails of pleasure out of you the more he fucks you until he is pounding your pussy from below, his thighs slapping against yours. “God, you’re so tight!” he groans. “You and Semiu are the best fucks I’ve ever had, y’know that?” He gives your ass a smack before fucking into you at a faster pace that is making you see the entire galaxy. 

Semiu is moaning from behind you, every thrust she makes causing the nub on the strap to nudge against her clit. “Take it,” she demands. “Take this duck. You wanted it so bad and now you’ve got it.” 

Yes, you do have it. Both of them, actually…but you don’t know if you can handle them. Every rough thrust of their dicks, both real and shake, send you into orbit. It makes the couch bounce, the springs creaking below the cushions, making your titties bounce against the surface and your ass jiggle against his hips. “More!” you sluttily moan. “Please give me more!” Your voice bellows out in the apartment, richoeting off of the walls. Semiu and Enjin pause slightly to share a look between each other. “More?” they parrot in unison. 

Semiu then gives him a grin as she sinks in deeper, roughly bringing your hips back to fuck you. “You heard my girl, Enjin. Bounce her on that fuckin’ dick.” Enjin doesn’t need to be told twice, gripping your ass as he drops you down onto his dick over and over again. They push and pull with you between them, fucking your holes of everything they’re worth. You are a moaning, gasping, creaming mess, getting fucked out of your mind until you’re a blank, dumb little slate. 

You can feel your second orgasm peaking, and Ejin’s too judging by his cock swelling up inside of you. “I don’t know how long I’m gonna last, girls,” he warns. “That pussy is grippin’ me tight, babe, fuck!” His face screws up in pleasure as he draws his cock in and out, his balls slapping against your ass. 

Semiu bites her lip from behind you, her nails diggling in the soft flesh of your ass as she fucks your hole. “Then what are you waitin’ for? Cum for her then.” At the mention of getting a hot creampie for your pussy, your moans grow louder and your need blossoms. “I-I’m close!” you whimper. Enjin leans in to press his lips to your ear, nibbling on your earlobe. “Cum for your girl,” he murmurs. “Let me see it, baby. Cum all over that strap stretchin’ out that cute little asshole.” 

He then plants a hot kiss on your lips, his tongue sloppily swirling with yours. Semiu does the same to you, planting the same passionate, rough kiss on your mouth that bruises your lips. “You’re ours now,” she murmurs against your lips. We’re never, ever gonna let you go now.” You whimper pitifully at her words, your pussy gushing and clenching around Enjin. You want to be theirs. Everything inside of you is screaming “yes, yes, make me yours!” 

Finally, your second orgasm begins to reach its peak and you lean your head back against Semiu’s shoulder as the pleasure takes over. “Fuck, I-I’m gonna cum again! Gonna cum all over your dicks!”

You start grinding her hips down into Enjin’s, desperate to meet that end. Your pussy walls clench around his dick as your orgasm begins to approach like a rollercoaster cart quickly approaching that hill on the track before the dramatic and thrilling drop. The handsome blonde swoops down to your ear, the scent of tequila and mint on his tongue. “You close, babe?” he coos into your ear. “C’mon, don’t tell me that voice is shot now. Let out that voice for me, mama.” 

His hips snap against yours again and again, turning your quivering pussy into absolute mush around his cock. You grip his shoulders for dear life as he fucks you into the couch, determined to make your orgasm come even quicker. Gasps and moans leave your lips, your breath catching in your throat from the sheer pleasure you’re feeling. “F-Fuck!” you stutter in time with his thrusts. “So…s-so good! Gonna cum!” 

“Cum all over this dick, baby, c’mon,” Enjin coos. “Be good girl for me and cum all over me. I’ve got you.” 

Semiu is close too, her moans growing louder as her clit slips and slides all over the nub on the strap. “Cum for me, you pretty little slut!” she demands loudly. “Fuckin’ give it to me!” 

Like you share the same body, you and Semiu cum at the same time. You clench around Enjin’s cock as you cream all over him. Your voices echo across the large living room, probably alerting neighbors and people miles away of your orgasms that hit you like tidal waves. You see the galaxy behind your eyelids as you dig your nails into Enjin’s shoulders, warm waves of pleasure rolling through your body that don’t stop as Enjin continues to pound into your pussy, chasing his own release. “I-I’m close,” he softly warns you. “Where do you want me to–?” 

“Inside me!” you beg, looking into those pools of treasured gold that stare right back down at you. “Please, please cum inside of me, Enjin!” He and Semiu share the same devious, lustful expression, still fucking you at same merciful, breakneck space. “You’ve fuckin’ got it then,” he grunts. “And you’d better take all of it.” 

And you do. When Enjin finally reaches his climax with a loud whine of the word “fuck” that makes your clit jump, you take every single ounce of his warm, creamy cum that shoots into your pussy. You can feel it coating your walls, filling you up to the point where you curl your toes and gasp at the feeling coursing through your body. You are filled to the brim with him. 

His hips begin to slow until he is sloppily fucking you, chasing the rest of his high. Then with a soft groan, he pulls out, but it isn’t over for you yet. “Get up, both of you,” he growls. “I wanna cum all over your pretty tits.”

That is tempting enough, so Semiu slowly pulls away of you and kneels beside you on the couch, the both of you kneeling like obedient girls. Enjin kneels above you, his cock is still hard as he pumps it above you, staring down at you and Semiu like he wants to eat you both up at the same time. “Eyes up here, pretties,” he grunts. “Tongues out.” 

As he instructed, you both lift your chins, stick your tongues out, and stare deep into his golden eyes as he pumps the rest of his nut onto your faces. As soon as his cum splashes onto your titties, you instinctively close your eyes. His spunk also coats your tongue and face, marking you completely as his now. He does the same to Semiu, coating her in his cum. 

As he does, you turn to one another and begin kissing, sharing the droplets of spunk on your tongues with one another, soft moans leaving your lips and into each other’s mouths. Then Semiu pulls away, her eyes twinkling and a dazzling smile on her face. “Happy New Year, babe,” she whispers. 

“Mmm-hmm,” Enjin hums in agreement, sighing as he looks down upon you both with total awe and adoration. “Can’t wait for next New Year’s Eve.”

He pauses, planting a sweet, hot kiss on both of your lips, not minding the taste of his nut on them. “Oh, and save me those panties. I’m takin’ those with me.” 

First you need to go to tumblr's website, I'm unsure why but the option simply does not appear anywhere on the app and you must go through the web for this. (This tutorial is given from the perspective of visiting tumblr.com via mobile device) From there on it's pretty simple.

Once here, you'll need to click on the little hamburger up in your top left corner;

Then the following drop down menu will appear and you need to go to your settings! Under settings, click account.

Once there, you’ll simply need to scroll down until you find “Content Labels”. If you’re facing this issue, it will likely have “Show mature content” as off. Turn it on, along with “Blur mature content” and everything should return to normal for you on both the website and the app.

a/n: as a practiced sub, please remember that knowing your limits and negotiating boundaries are imperative. enthusiastic consent, safewords, and previously discussed, non-verbal communication are nonnegotiables for creating a safe and free environment for everyone involved. do your research, vet your play partners, and take everything seriously for your and your partner(s) safety. okay, disclaimer done! hope you enjoy <3

it’s moments like these that you really wonder what you got yourself into. memories flash of heavy discussions, negotiations, going down an entire list of kinks. things you never thought you’d touch or even get to, things you’d never even heard of before meeting the man you now know as your dom.

impact play? very interested.

breath play? slightly interested.

bathroom play? not interested. a ‘hell no’, as a matter of fact.

shibari suspension, though… open for discussion.

you wished you would’ve put ‘not interested’. the more he binds your body, checking the strength and comfort level of the rope, the more your heart races. what even is the point of this? how in the world do people even get into it? more importantly, who the fuck came up with the shit?

ony’s too busy admiring your body in his rope to notice the suspicion in your eyes. 

he’s delicate with his touch, redoing a tie if it’s even slightly out of place. he has to make sure that you’re safe and comfortable because he’s been looking forward to this for months on end. if he can use the foundation of trust that the two of you have built to help you enjoy this to the highest degree, he’s going to have you up there for as long as he can.

when he steps back to admire his work, he feels a lurch in his gut. you look downright mouthwatering, sinful, any and all of the words in his head are gone with just one look. you’re not even in the air yet and he’s deep in the trenches of gratitude that you’re letting him live his fantasies out. 

the rope design he chose accentuates your curves and his favorite features of yours. it crosses your chest, snug enough to feel like a warm hug, and decorates your torso, arms, and legs. the red rope looks so tantalizing on your skin and ony has to swallow to keep from moving too fast.

soon, you’ll be at his mercy and he’ll show his gratitude in all ways possible. 

his trance is semi-broken when he looks up and makes eye contact with you, seeing the trepidation in your gaze. the man steps forward to grip your hips in his hands, eyes low lidded when he murmurs to you, “relax, baby. take some breaths. this is only gone be good if you trust me, yeah? you trust me?”

“course I do. just don’t know if I trust this rope,” you mumble with a tug of the line. “what if I fall? you gone catch me or am I just supposed to hope this padding will keep me from breakin’ my ass? and what if I get anxious?”

“not gonna fall, love. get that out your head. look,” he responds, lifting his arms to grab on tight to the rope. he lifts his own body up with ease, the lining holding him up without a trace of an issue. it eases you just so, but the determination in his eyes does most of the work. if there’s anything you’ve learned in the months you’ve spent exploring this dynamic, it’s that you can trust this man.

he lowers himself as he continues to explain, “I have safety shears right here on the table. if at any point you want to get down or start to panic, I’ll get you out of there. just remember to breathe.”

“if you say so,” you mumble. you’re still holding on tightly to the rope, although the tension in your body lessens. “just… take care of me, okay?”

“always do. I got you. what’s your color?”

“...green.”

“don’t lie to me, baby. we’re not just doin’ this for me. I need to know how you actually feel so I can adjust or let you out. this is new for us and I’m gonna make sure my lady is comfortable. so what’s your color?”

“yellow,” you mumble. “I’m just being dramatic, though—”

“you’re literally about to be suspended from the floor, ion think that’s dramatic at all. stop pressurin’ yourself. take a deep breath and relax as much as you can.” you follow his instructions to the best of your ability, nibbling on your bottom lip. “we’ll take it slow. step by step, okay? we’ll take some time so you feel secure in the harness.”

he leans to capture your lips with his, hands falling to rest on your hips. tracing soft circles there, he eases you more and more with his touch. when he can feel the tension lessen in your body, he pulls you into him.

“lean your weight on me,” he breathes out softly. one hand shifts to cradle your nape, the other rounding to rest on your back with just enough pressure to keep you against him. “sink into me, baby. let me have you.”

his hold is like home. he’s all broad shoulders and strength, a safe space for you to completely let go. even with the nerves still tickling at your belly, months of learning each others’ bodies and trust building has you sinking into that lovely headspace. your worries start to slip away, your body going lax and mind easing. 

“there you go,” he encourages. he leans back just slightly, making it easier for him to support your weight. “I got you. always got you.”

a soft breath escapes you, and it takes you a minute to realize that he’s gently swaying side to side. you’re already starting to feel soothed and floaty. your body feels heavy.

“feel good?” he asks quietly. you can only answer with a small hum, making him smile. 

he loves when you just let go for him. you’re usually so damn tense. as your dom, he makes it his mission to get you fully relaxed. “good. you ready?” when he receives another nod in return, he smiles to himself. “okay. keep your eyes closed. just lean back as far as you can. I’ll keep hold of you.”

your breath hitches as you start to lean back. this isn’t the hard part because you know ony will catch you, but when you start to lean back farther and farther, you hesitate. you’re back as far as you can, the rope harness tugging from the tension.

“just stay here for a while,” he murmurs, still cradling you in his arms. he starts to sway again and your hands fly to his biceps for purchase. “it’s okay. it’s okay, love, I got you. I promise you safe.”

after a while, you start to relax once more. ony just keeps holding you close.

“you ready?” he asks quietly. 

“swear I’m not gone fall?”

“I got you. trust me.”

with one final nod, he directs you to lean back more. you squeal as your feet are swept from under you, the rope securely holding you from the ceiling. “breeathe, baby, breathe,” he croons soothingly, hands on your body to keep you from swinging too much. “you know I got you. not gone let nothin’ happen to you.”

you force yourself to take deep breaths, gut dipping like you drove over a hill too fast. “ony,” you murmur nervously. t’s an unfamiliar sensation. he doesn’t say anything, just smooths his hands over your thighs as he lets out a breath. you look so beautiful, like an angel laid out just for him. he can only pray for forgiveness for the things he’s about to do to you.

he starts to take deep breaths and you know it’s a silent cue to focus on your breathing. slowly, in and out, as deep as you can. the shaking of your hands starts to lesson, your mind slowing its intense and anxious thoughts. soon, you start to drop in your body as you keep eye contact with him.

he’s silently encouraging you, eyes full of reassurance as he keeps his hold on your body. his eyes say what he’s been expressing, ‘I got you. I always got you. relax for me.’ it works wonders for your beating heart, reminding you of how much you can trust him in this moment.

he gives a dazed smile as he watches you sink back into subspace, your eyes lowering and breath deepening. this is his favorite part, watching you become his. he gets such a damn thrill being your pillar, being the only person that holds you down when you start to float. your anchor, your man. he loves helping you reach that nirvana.

”that’s perfect, baby,” he says softly. you whine when his hands slide up your thighs and to your torso, touch heightened in your vulnerable state. “how the ropes feel?”

you don’t answer immediately because you’re still figuring it out. it’s… different. you’ve been in his rope before, felt how it was so ironically freeing. but being in his rope and and off the ground, the strength of the rope supporting you, is more intense. your muscles go slack, eyes glazing over.

ony just watches you as you adjust, eyes running up and down the length of your body. he’s so in love, fuck. he’s never felt this way about a sub before, never wanted to do and give everything he can to keep you satisfied and safe and in that pretty little daze you both love so much.

”talk to me, love. let me know how you’re feeling.”

you don’t know why, but you can’t respond. it’s just… perfect. you let your head lull back, eyes closing. it feels like you’re flying, flying above all your problems and stress. it’s a feeling that you can’t get enough of. 

“color, baby. check in with me.”

with a sigh and a hum, you murmur a quiet, “green.” your voice is sluggish, similar to when you’re right on the edge of sleep. ony thinks this might be the most relaxed you’ve ever been in a scene, and damn is he giddy about it.

”perfect,” he breathes. “I’m gonna start swayin’ you a lil, okay?”

he’s gentle with his approach, hands still on you for support. the second you start to sway, you let out a breathy hum. “s’good,” you murmur. your eyes are surprisingly still closed, not even showing signs of anxiety. you’re just lax.

”yeah?” ony smiles. “you ready for more?”

that gets your eyes to peek open. “more?”

he nods, one hand moving from you to the table he keeps nearby. his hand raises to show you the item: your favorite flogger. the dazed smile he receives in return makes his gut jump. the way you trust him is just so… 

it really gets to him.

”let’s get started, baby. remember your safe word. I’ll check in with colors too. and if you can’t talk, just tap me five times. can you do that?”

”I’ll do whatever for you,” you sigh, now in the deepest depths of your submission. if he wasn’t so focused on your experience, his eyes would be rolling back. 

“my perfect girl,” he croons, trailing the tassels of the flogger up your leg. it tickles just a little. goosebumps start to raise on your skin. he traces the lines of your body, watching your skin prickle. he loves to play your body like an instrument, your responses just make his heart race.

with a swing of his wrist, ony brings the flogger down against your skin. it stings only slightly, a warm up. you exhale in response, your core already responding. “more,” you quietly encourage. 

ony doesn’t have to be told twice. he brings the flogger against your skin over and over, still at the same strength. he slowly but surely turns the heat up, your gasps of pleasure egging him on. one particular swing is sure to leave a mark, but the way your breath stutters reassures him that you have no complaints.

”color, baby.”

”green. please don’t stop.”

”I’ve got more for you, love. don’t worry,” he chuckles. he’s trying to hide his own arousal, but every second of watching you at your most relaxed is doing something to his brain.

his wrist swings faster, flogger meeting your body rougher. your breathing deepens, warmth between your thighs growing by the second. 

“you so fuckin’ beautiful like this, mama,” ony rasps. he watches as your skin reddens, continuing to swing his wrist. smack, smack, smack. “so perfect, so pretty in my rope. don’ so good for me.” 

his words, his touch, everything is doing you in. you can’t even think about your earlier trepidation. “onyyy, more,” you whine. the ache between your legs is unbearable and it’s taking over your senses. ony quickly moves to get you what you need. when you hear a familiar buzz, you pick your head up to look. 

“got you, mama. relax.” ony meets your gaze with a smirk as he hooks one of your legs over his shoulders. he’s holding a wand in his hand, lowest setting on, but when he sees just how wet you are, his own breath stutters. he needs a change of plans. “holon’.”

he discards the wand back onto the table, eyes glazed over as he grips your ass from underneath. he crouches just enough to meet your lower half, lifting you up to him. tongue tracing shapes up your inner thigh and around your core, he wraps one arm around your thigh so his fingers can spread you apart.

he doesn’t say a word, just dips his head down to slurp up your clit.

”oh, fuck,” you whimper, low eyes blinking down at him as he indulges in his favorite treat. his eyes are closed as he savors you, getting lost in the taste. humming, groaning, barely containing himself as he suckles on your clit. he shakes his head, wanting you to feel him. 

”shit, ony,” you moan. your hands grip the rope holding you up tight and you try not to clamp your legs around his head. you know how he gets when you interrupt his meal. 

you try to grind into his mouth, but with your position and his grip, you can’t do much. you just let him do what makes him happy, what makes him whole: serving your body with everything in him.

he pulls back to kiss on your inner thighs, maneuvering his hand so he can slide his fingers into your warmth. his eyes travel from your pussy and up your body, watching the sweat bead and your body move with the pleasure. 

“look at you, just meltin’ at my touch. I’m the only one that sees you like this, right? can’t nobody touch you like this. nobody can pleasure you like I can and I fuckin’ love it.”

your head lulls back as you just stay there for his intentions. you can’t do anything but take what he’s giving you, whining and moaning, breath bumping until you release all over his fingers.

the sight is heaven to ony, but…

”not enough,” ony huffs, gently removing his fingers. he slowly lowers you, letting you sway in the protective hold of the suspension. he shuffles away and all you can hear for a moment is him tinkering around with something.

when he returns, he has the wand in his hand again, but more rope as well. he’s got that focused look in his eye, the look he gets when he’s got a mission on his mind. ony makes quick work, using the rope to fasten the wand directly onto your pussy.

”gonna make you feel so good, baby. just wait,” he exhales. 

you can tell this is really doing it for him with the way he can’t keep his eyes or hands off of you. he’s dazed himself, mind full of ways to make you cry out in pleasure. you’re sure every one of them will bring you to your knees tonight.

when the buzz starts, your toes curl immediately. you can feel the vibrations reverberating through your body, the direct contact an instant pleasure. but the way the wand vibrates the rope against your skin? cherry on top.

ony watches with bated breath as your jaw drops. your body tenses, your face scrunches up, and he can’t help but dip his head down so his lips can close around your nipple. his hand raises to the alternate one, pinching softly before he begins to massage your chest.

your breathing is dragging, body buzzing at all of the senstions. you feel like you’re just floating in a bed of pleasure, inescapable. (although you’d never want to leave.) the second orgasm of the night builds from the depth of your core and you can almost feel your soul escaping.

you gasp deep at the mix of sensations, legs starting to tremble. it’s too quick after the first, making you see stars and feel like you almost have whiplash. he just hums around your nipple, wordlessly encouraging you through everything you’re experiencing.

but ony’s not done yet.

he lowers the level of the wand, but it stays on. his eyes are glazed and dark as he looks at you, completely smitten and drunk off of your pleasure. “color,” he rasps. even through his spaced out state, he’s still in full control of the situation and overly aware of you.

”green,” you whisper. you can’t muster the voice to speak louder, but you can’t deny that you want more. you’re absolutely wrecked, but you’ve never been happier.

”that’s my girl.” he seals to praise with a kiss, hand cradling the back of your head to lift your lips to his. it’s deep and reverent, a silent expression of gratitude for trusting him so much.

as he steps away again, the low hum of the wand is still stimulating you. it keeps you breathless and weak, your body starting to shake, and the sway of your body only adds to the sense of hypnosis you’re feeling. 

ony returns to see you completely fucked out, murmuring unintelligible things and drooling just slightly. he wants to drop to his knees out of sheer appreciation for the sight, taking a mental picture he hopes to hold onto forever.

”just perfect. so perfect, I can’t even deal with the shit,” he murmurs reverently. reaching to tenderly wipe at the drool on your chin, he can’t help but bring his lips to yours again and again and again. “baby, you’re so beautiful. you okay? can you talk?”

you blink slowly; once, twice, then three times. ‘I’m okay. I want more. I love you.’

”god, I love you so much. I’d give you the world if I could.”

he steps away again, but not before caressing your cheek as he just stares at you. love in his eyes, arousal in his gut.

when he comes back, he’s holding an unlit candle. wax is pooled in the middle, and you know what’s coming next. if you weren’t so dazed, you’d squeal in excitement.

candle in one hand and wand remote in the other, ony slowly increases the intensity of the vibrator. your whimpers and mewls only encourage him, and he starts to pour the warm wax onto the skin of your stomach.

your head falls back with a broken moan, toes almost cramping from how much they’ve been curled in the session.

”painting my pretty lady,” ony murmurs breathlessly. he watches every reaction, every jump of your stomach, every curl of your hips. he drinks up everything with eyes locked on you like glue.

this is heaven to him. this is art. getting to make you writhe in pleasure, bringing you to a state of pure bliss. it’s a blessing that you trust him so much. the two of you have worked so hard for moments like these. 

he continues to pour the wax in the spots he knows you love most: the mounds of your breasts, your stomach, your thighs, still slightly sore from the flogger. the way the wax looks on top of the welts makes ony’s brain melt even more.

all the while, the double stimulation of the wax and wand is almost too much. you can feel him turn it up more, bit by bit, and at this point you’re foaming at the mouth. ony can’t make out any of the words you’re slurring apart from ’i love you’ and ’so good’, and he’s almost just as dazed as you are without even touching himself. 

he can tell you’re right on the edge, and he can also tell that this will be the last release before you’re out of commission. he drops wax on a few more spots, biting his lip as he watches how you arch into it and not away from it. 

quickly setting the candle down, he makes quick work of getting back into your earlier positioning: your leg hooked over his shoulder, his hand keeping you steady, but his other clasps around your foot. he brings it to his mouth. kissing up your pretty ankle and foot until he sucks your toes in his mouth. 

and god, that’s all it takes. suddenly you’re gushing all over him, voice a broken but high pitched shriek as you make a mess of his face. ony just groans and lets it wash over him, eyes closing as he basks in his reward. 

you babble and cry out as you’re hit with wave after wave of unending pleasure, the wand still buzzing happily against you, and you damn near kick ony in the face when the overstimulation becomes too much.

he just chuckles breathlessly and releases your foot. still keeping a grip on your body,  he uses the lever to gently lower you down to the padded ground. he drops to his knees, something he’s always willing to do for you, and his hand travels down his torso to wrap around himself. 

eyes still on you as you start to jerk and twist, it’s not long before he’s spilling all over your chest and torso, adding to the already beautiful picture of you still wrapped in his rope, covered in small welts and wax.

a/n: meh, wanted to challenge myself. shibari suspension’s always been a dream of mine. how’d you like it, yes no maybe so? feedback always welcome and wanted <3

“yo, little one, you still there?”

a light tap to your flushed cheek snapped you out of whatever trance your hookup left you in, only for the burning stretch of his cock to settle into your nerves once again. right, you just remembered the uncomfortable position you're in.

“e-enjin..?” “mm? got somethin’ in that fucked out noggin of yours?” he dragged his words, the smell of beer and cigarettes burned your senses as he leans his built body against yours. you’re already bent in half, large tatted hands gripping the back of your thighs until your knees touched your chest. your ruined cunt still stuffed to the brim, leaving you vulnerable, unable to squirm or run from him. he knew how to keep his flings still in bed.

even as he reached over to grab another cancer stick from the nightstand, surrounded by torn condom wrappers. you watched fresh ash fall from the tiny flame of his lighter, biting away at your skin as it sprinkled onto your chest. you let out a loud hiss from the burn, catching enjin’s attention.

“shit, my bad..didn’t mean to hurt ya.” he spoke through thick puffs of smoke, pushing himself slightly deeper into your cunt. shocks of pleasure startle you out of your disorientation as the giver moves his girth in and out of you at an agonizing pace. it was all you could feel, all you could think, and enjin adored how beyond stupid he fucked you into. he didn’t even do much, making him wonder if you ever received dick this good before, enough to turn you from a shy and hesitant hookup to a blubbering mess. the only thing keeping you anchored to reality were his sharp and quick slaps to your reddened thighs that he gleefully sprinkled in between dragged out pauses to inhale another puff of cancer.

“aw, baby..you that dumb on my dick already?” enjin chuckled, almost bullying you with his tone alone. “never gotten fucked this good before? huh?”

the bed creaked with every thrust, it’s a miracle nobody banged on the door to yell at enjin to pipe down. the sound of skin slapping against one another was almost painful to listen to as much as your own strangled moans, your throat growing more sore the louder you got. “enjin..! enjiinnn ahh!” his name burned on your tongue like a cursed mantra that he’d put a harsh stop to when you felt his large, calloused hand clasp around your neck.

“wanna get caught or what?” you couldn’t tell if it was a taunt or a question, not with his growing smirk. it didn’t matter what answer you gave him, he’d squeeze a mewl out of you as he slams himself as deep as he could until he was practically trying to fuck your cervix. enjin’s unforgiving pace along with his grip around your throat filled your vision with stars, your mind going completely blank as his length dragged itself against your abused cunt.

“oh fuuuck, fuck! ‘m gonna cum..” he groans, twitching against your sweet spot. “gonna make a mess inside ya, baby.”

“ahh..e-enjin, waitt..” you couldn’t mutter out another protest, that you weren’t on the pill, that enjin could possibly be knocking you up. though, it wouldn’t matter much. especially not to someone like enjin, whose orgasm rides on the risk, the high of it. the kind of shit that makes him harder than a rock. your warning was just what broke his last thread of self restraint as he pressed his tip against your womb, cumming as deep as he possibly could.

“oh shiiit..” enjin groans, awe and slight concern tinge his voice. “you good there baby?” he knew you can’t respond, not as the stupidly fucked out mess you are. laying there, eyes rolled back and mouth frozen in an ‘o’ shape.

“imma take that as a yes.”

But blazed or not, Enjin still has a job to do. Umbreaker sweeps him across the trash dunes in a speedy blur, but by the time he arrives he is already too late and the show is over. 

All that’s left is you: a young woman passed out in a pile of demolished trash beast remains and other junk. The giant kaiju-like plushie—now inanimate and no bigger than a hand—lay beside you tethered to your person by a keyring. 

Happening upon another giver in No Man’s Land wasn’t out of the ordinary, sure, but if Enjin thought he was high from seeing your jinki in action he had to be damn near in the clouds once he recognized your clothes.  

Similar to when Enjin discovered Rudo, he could immediately tell by your dress you are a Spherite. But unlike the threadbare attire of the scrappy tribesmen teen, yours practically screams wealth. They are the finest clothes Enjin has ever laid eyes on. Appearing as if they are woven from gold itself, despite the fresh layer of grime that settled on them.

You aren’t just any ol’ Spherite—you’re a Spherite noblewoman.

Keh, interesting. 

With a shake of his head Enjin scoops you up, heading back to HQ. They aren’t gonna believe this…

Enjin digs out a backup mask from his satchel—clearly not made for your face, because it slides right off. With an annoyed sigh, he holds it in place himself. Guess that’s his job now… at least until you wake up.

Although Enjin soon discovers a pattern of how unnecessarily difficult Spherites can be upon arriving to the Abyss—as the first thing you do upon waking in Enjin’s arms is to slap the everloving dogshit out of him. 

Fuck, you have a mean right hand. 

Enjin tongues a tooth to make sure it’s still there. 

“Let me go this instant, you filthy kidnapping degenerate! I demand you to take me home!” You cry out. 

Tears fog up the mask on your face as you clearly mistook Enjin for some kind of criminal with his ‘full face’ on. Enjin sighs, tightening his grip on you and taking the not-so-painless beating you’re dishing out until you reach the nearest city. 

The very second you both are in a habitable area for breathing, Enjin unceremoniously dumps you to the ground. He catches the mask, yet he leaves you to fall straight on your ass. The fall shocks you but Enjin’s sure what’s really got you stunned is the strange bustling city surrounding you.

Removing his fullface, Enjin crouches down to eye-level with you. Overwhelmed and overstimulated by the foreign place, your eyes dart around helplessly. You’re frantic, looking everywhere for some sort of bearing of where you are and avoiding the man in front of you.

Yet Enjin just waits, clicking his tongue and rocking back on his heels, for you to quiet your hysterics enough for him to get a word in.

When your eyes, still wide with panic, finally meet, he has the nerve to raise a brow—like you’re the one being dramatic and not the guy who literally kidnapped you.

“So, as you may have noticed by now…this ain’t the Sphere,” Enjin says, balancing a cigarette between his lips. 

You look at him skeptically—he says it like it’s nothing, while your world is actively falling apart. What is he even talking about?!

“I know this ain’t the welcome wagon you posh Spherites are used to but…”

Enjin pauses, exhaling smoke to the sky. Your gaze follows up, widening once you see the oddly shaped dome covering the city, a strange yellow fog in the atmosphere.

“....welcome to the Abyss, Girlie. Name’s Enjin.” 

Blankly staring at Enjin, you say nothing. The both of you in a mini stare down. Although you’re the first to give by suddenly bursting into sobs.

Rolling his eyes, a thought briefly flashes in Enjin's head that he should have just left you for the raiders. Hell, he could still leave you now—you’re calling way too much attention to yourself.

However, Enjin also figures that with you all but swimming in luxury on the Sphere, you probably thought of the Pit—your so-called Hell, or its inhabitants as mere fairytale.

Enjin’s inkling is confirmed when you calm down enough to piece together that your now ex-husband had hired a bunch of shady tribesmen to kidnap and dispose of you—all to collect your inheritance. 

Yeah, not your fault.  Enjin thinks and cuts you a break. 

For your own sake, Enjin somehow convinces you to come back to Cleaner HQ with him. He can’t return you to the Sphere himself—but he knows another Spherite who’s trying to make their way back. That small glimmer of hope is enough to lift your spirits, just barely. This time, you follow him willingly—though you still cry the entire way to HQ.

Shame how prone to hysterics you are, otherwise Enjin actually thinks you’re pretty hot. Noting how the expensive silk of your dress clings so damn well to your every curve. He’d sell your clothes while you were near the shopping district—but unlike Rudo, he doubts he could talk you out of them. 

At least—not yet.

But that thought is drastically short lived as Enjin spends more time in your presence. Sure, you could have gotten along. You could’ve even been Enjin’s type. Yet there’s one glaring problem: 

You’re an annoying, needy-ass brat.  

Besides looks, you tick off nearly every one of his dealbreakers. You’re ditzy, dependent and whiny. Basically Enjin’s nightmare.

Plus your snobby little ass never once thanked nor apologized to him over the following weeks.

Not after he saved you.

Not after he brought you back to HQ where you were welcomed with skeptical, yet open arms—as a new, very reluctant (you had no other options really) recruit in-training.

And you certainly never thanked Enjin, even after all his shit luck, when he was assigned to be your teacher and look after your haughty ass. You have the most indignant pout on your face when Corvus announces that since Enjin found you, you're Enjin’s problem.

“You have to be kidding me? I’m stuck with Trashy Poppins here!?”

“Yo, Trashy—what!?” The reference doesn’t land with Enjin but he knows it isn’t good.

Semiu nods curtly in agreement of the pairing, amused that Enjin finally has someone to keep him on his toes as she ushers you off to get settled in.

The fuck?! 

Lamenting being stuck is supposed to be Enjin’s line. Enjin had figured the logical move was to pair you with Zanka—the closest thing to nobility among the Cleaners—and let you bond with Rudo, a fellow Spherite, even if he was a tribesman.

But it doesn’t take long to realize neither boy can handle a grown ass woman like you. One flutter of your lashes and they’re useless saps—like the big sister he never had, you could soothe Rudo’s worst moods with a mere head pat. 

While Zanka, older and appreciating your more ‘robust’ qualities, trips over his own tongue trying to talk to you.

Both ready to do anything just to earn a few sweet coos—unless someone steps in.

It had to be Enjin. He was the only one who could ‘resist’ your charms.

Still, Enjin’s got his work cut out for him when it comes to you—especially training you for combat and figuring out how the hell you’re supposed to use that so-ugly-it’s-almost-cute vital instrument.

He tries not to judge. Really, he does. Jinki are personal—he knows that better than anyone. But still…the fact that you even have one? That’s wild.

A Spherite? A noble Spherite, no less—the same pompous assholes who treat the Abyss like a dumping ground—actually caring enough about something to pump it full of anima?

Yeah, that’s impressive, he’ll give you that. What wasn’t though was the name you gave the lil thing: Bubu.

Tsk. Wack as hell. Vital instruments deserve names with some bite. Something like—Umbreaker.

Still, credit where it’s due—you’re picking things up faster than expected. 

However, that doesn’t spare him from your nonstop bitching, though. The complaints come daily: the strange smells your hair absorbs, the absence of your sacred skincare routines, not being able to take a 30 minute shower, and how everything down here always tastes just a little off.

But the most absurd? The cherry blossoms.

You complain the most about not being able to frolic in your lush, petal-covered garden full of rows of cherry blossoms. Enjin’s never even seen a damn tree like that, let alone the acres of grass and flowers you describe like some bedtime fairytale. You haughtily anoint yourself as a floral herbalist, an expert when it comes to your pretty little flowers.

It’s shit like that on top of everything else that irks Enjin when it comes to you.

And yet?

Enjin thinks the most irritating thing about you is the fact that he can’t seem to stay away from you. 

Sure, you’re annoying as fuck—but in spite of his own objections, Enjin keeps finding ways to keep your time occupied. He makes up excuses to train you longer and drags you along on missions that are solely meant for him. 

Moreover, since you can never keep that pretty little mouth shut, anyone you meet clocks you as a Spherite within seconds—which means you need Enjin’s constant protection, whether you like it or not.

Enjin ends up spending less time drinking or chasing women, finding a far more amusing pastime instead—the way your face twists in indignation every time the Ground doesn’t live up to your so-called “noble standards.” 

He gets a kick out of it, really. Agitating you on purpose, just to watch you squirm.

“Goddamnit, Enjin! Watch it!” 

You’d shriek every time your short skirt went flying from a sudden gust of wind he’d whip up with Umbreaker. Enjin saves that lil trick for No Man’s Land when the others’ backs are turned.

“That’s Enjin-sensei to you, Princess.” 

“Choke—slowly, Trashy Poppins.”

You’d lunge for his mask like you actually meant to rip it off, but at 6 '3, Enjin’s tall enough that you never have a chance at reaching it. It’s all worth it too—Enjin’s already got every pastel scrap of lace you own burned into memory, each one tucked away like a reward for getting under your skin.

It’s a little sadistic, sure—the way he taunts you nonstop, delighting in soiling that polished image of yours to grind you into the dirt of the ground right along with him. 

There’s a fire in your eyes every time Enjin dubs you as “Your Royal Trash Princess”—or just “TP” if he’s feeling lazy. You never fail to rise to his bait, eager to prove yourself—and prove him wrong.

Enjin feels he’s owed a bit of amusement for all his troubles.

Doesn’t mean anything.

Yet the more Enjin pushes, the harder it is to ignore that your bratty spark isn’t just an attitude problem. It’s energy. Real, raw passion. The kind that could actually cultivate anima. He sees it best when you’re snapping at him, flushed and defiant, too stubborn to back down.

It’s trouble to be sure, but fuck if Enjin doesn’t love coaxing it out of you.

All it took this time to get you going was him doubting your so-called knowledge of plants and remedies— “what kinda ‘floral herbalist’ hasn’t toked one?”  

So now here you are, in the HQ lounge, about to smoke your first joint as a ‘pre-game’ to the happy hour Corvus organized for all the Cleaners.

You and Enjin sit shoulder to shoulder on a worn, black quilted-leather sofa that’s seen better days. The cushions creak as you nervously smooth your skirt and settle in, unhooking your jinki—Bubu—from your belt to set her gently on the table.

Enjin rolls a few joints with unhurried precision—like he’s got all the time in the world, and watching you squirm is part of the ritual.

“Bet ya didn’t have anything like this in your lil’ garden, eh TP?” Enjin quips, breaking the silence.

Nose already upturned, your face scrunches as Enjin tosses an extra bud from his stash into your open palms. You hated the nickname ‘TP’ most of all, too easily mistaken for ‘toilet paper’ and Enjin knows that.

You shoot Enjin a dirty look before letting your focus drift back to the brittle sprig in your hands—the first real plant you’ve touched since becoming a Ground-dweller.

You think you actually recognize it. 

Back on the Sphere, your family was among the wealthiest, and your garden was massive. You took pride in your green thumb—like Delmon, whose garden you’ve been meaning to ask about. You want to help, if only to see what kind of plants can survive in conditions this toxic. But Enjin never gives you the space—always hovering, always cutting in before you can finish a full conversation.

You brush off those thoughts but your frown stays as your fingers trace the bud’s dry veins. Even for a dehydrated sample, it feels wrong—brittle in a way that hints of sickness. 

“Hmm. We had something like this—I think. But it’s just another weed.” You say shrugging.

“Heh,” Enjin smirks at your cluelessness, “Would you believe me if I told you ‘weed’ is exactly what we call it, Princess?”

You roll your eyes at the inordinately simple name. It probably has a proper scientific designation—but expecting Enjin to know it? Please.

“We always uprooted them—weeds are unsightly in gardens, you know. A weed, let alone one sick as this, would definitely be pruned right away so as to not syphon nutrients from the other plant life.”

“HAH?!”  

Mid-seal on his joint, Enjin stops cold, staring at you like you just dared to commit some sort of sacrilege before exhaling a theatrical sigh, shaking his head in pure betrayal.

He can’t believe Spherities are probably pissing away the dankest shit ever cultivated. The thought was maddening.

When Enjin’s eyes do meet yours again, there's no amusement as he takes a rather chastising tone with you.

“Princess, for your own good, never repeat that in front of anyone down here…I mean it.”

You huff, but Enjin doesn’t blink—just starts sealing the joint again, eyes never leaving you as his tongue drags slowly across the edge of the paper.

You squirm, and that’s all the reward he needs. 

“See somethin’ you like?” Enjin drawls, holding the finished joint out toward you like it’s a gift—and not a trap with your name written all over it.

Turning on teacher mode, Enjin decides to school you.

“I know we mostly have ‘reggie’ down here, but still, it’s worth its weight in gold for its purposes. Not just for fun ya know—chronic pain, nausea, anxiety—gives a bit of relief from the ailments of Abyss-living you Spherites have so graciously bestowed on us.”

From his pocket, Enjin produces a lighter, shoulders curling as he bows into the flame to set it alight.

Your eyes flick over the sinewy stretch of Enjin arms, the way his jacket strains across his shoulders—reminding you just how solid Enjin really is beneath all that shapeless fabric. Built like a weapon, hiding in plain sight.

You watch as his ringed fingers lift the joint to his lips. Drawing in a slow, steady breath, Enjin sinks back into the sofa like gravity’s got a tighter hold on him than usual. Smoke pools in his chest before slipping out in a long, deliberate exhale.

His gaze follows it, distant—like he’s chewing on thoughts far heavier than anything you said… but somehow still set off by it.

“That’s the problem with you Spherites….you don’t see things the way they are—you see things the way you are.” 

Enjin chuffs at his own words, closing his eyes to let his high settle. Not even completely stoned yet and he’s already spouting off pseudo philosophical one-liners.

“Everything else is collateral, amirite?”

Ouch.

Toeing at the floor, you sulk in silence. Wounded from the verbal licks Enjin just dealt you. Mulling over his words in silence though, you know it isn’t that simple. Horticulture can be complicated even in the most ideal conditions. Just because a plant is viable doesn’t mean it belongs in every garden—some plants are just incompatible.

However…

You sit silently, your teeth worrying your bottom lip as you study the brittle bud in your palm.

…that doesn’t make it worthless.

Instead of exploring any potential use, you tossed the so-called "weed" out—just like everything else the Sphere deemed useless. Not even considering how valuable it could be. You can see why Enjin wouldn't want you repeating that mistake. Enough people already looked at you with disdain as it is. 

Sure there’s a lot of things you miss about it, mostly superficial things that had to do with vanity, but overall life up there was super sterile and dull. You’d never say it out loud but you are glad you fell, it was hard on the ground but it was liberating.

Sighing, you quietly concede. You hate anytime Enjin actually has a point though. It’s the worst thing imaginable—for your pride and for his already unbearable ego.

Cracking an eye open, Enjin curses under his breath. Switching tactics, he decides to replace the long look on his Trash Princess’s face. Annoyance would do just fine. Besides, there was no need for you to pout over it, you actually had a shot at redemption here… heh, the kind that might just work out in his favor, too.

“Y’knowwwww, we’re always learnin’ better ways to grow things down here, faster too...”

Enjin moves so quietly, you don’t realize how close he is until you turn—and he’s right in your face, barely a breath away. Swiping his ringed thumb across your cheek, Enjin’s touch is surprisingly tender. However his expression is entirely obnoxious, full of amusement from how fast your pouty little face flusters.

“...could be a nice little hobby that would do alotta good…and if anyone could figure out how to grow this shit properly down here—”

Enjin plucks at the heat of your warm cheeks, pinching just enough to tease and drag the moment into something more lighthearted.

“—I do believe it could be you—Trash Princess.”

Your eyes catch something deeper than just teasing in his golden gaze—but before you can dwell on it, instinct kicks in. You jerk back, swatting his hand away, shoving whatever that was out of your mind.

Enjin just laughs, unbothered, as you glare at him.

“And why can’t you get Delmon to do it?” you counter, arms folding across your chest. By now, you’ve learned Enjin usually has an angle for everything.

Right on the mark, for a beat, Enjin actually pauses. He hadn’t expected you to bring up the obvious—Delmon, the gentle giant practically martyred to the idea of saving what’s left of the Abyss. But Enjin’s roguish grin slips back into place, spreading wider as he leans in, unapologetically invading your space.

“Why? Well...’cause I asked you, Princess. The ol’lug has enough on his plate as it is. You can handle it alone, can’t ya?”

Truthfully, even knowing your interest in Delmon never strays beyond roots and soil, it still irks every time Enjin catches sight of you with him. You look every bit the noble—graceful, composed, eyes soft and curious as you gaze up at Delmon, eager to learn. It grates on Enjin more than he’d admit, knowing he’s never once gotten that look, despite monopolizing most of your time.

“Ya know—unless, your skillset just ain’t up t’par?” Enjin finishes with a shrug.

Wholly unconvinced, you see this for the bait it is from a mile away. Nevertheless, you can’t deny that you are eager to get even the tiniest bit of normalcy back in your life from your old hobbies. Planting something, anything, would be nice—even if it ends up being contraband for Enjin. Although you still aren’t quite sure why you can’t consult Delmon. 

“Ugh! Fine!”

You fall back onto the sofa and Enjin follows, his arm settling behind you, practically draped around your shoulders. You don’t even flinch. He takes another slow hit, smoke curling toward the ceiling, but this time there’s a wicked glint in his eye as he watches you. Deciding he’s babysat the joint long enough, he leans in with a lazy smirk and holds it out to you.

“Enjin—your eyes!” You blurt out, disregarding his invitation. “Is that just from smoking!? I can’t go to happy hour looking like some kinda zombie!”

Enjin sputters mid-laugh, coughing as wisps of smoke leak from the corners of his smart ass grin.

“Eh, well duh. Why else would they get so red when I smoke?”

Enjin coughs out a few more chuckles. You roll your eyes.

“I don’t know, Trashy Poppins…I didn't make the connection since the air quality down here is 80% pollution! You could have anything.”

While Enjin is amused by your sass, the joint continues to burn down. Each second unsmoked is wasting precious bud. Leaning in, his voice drops to a low purr—the kind that makes your stomach flip.

Heh, time to pull out the big guns.

“Aht-aht-aht, c’mon now, Princess, you know the golden rule…”

You sigh, thinking you need that happy hour drink more than ever right now.

“You’re not serious.”

But you know he is, and of course you remember the silly motto Enjin makes an unspoken rule for his team. Although he mostly just uses it to get you to do something you’ll usually regret later.  You sigh, knowing you’ll never make it to happy hour until you appease the big man-child in front of you.

Enjin’s golden eyes shine with even more mischief than before and together like some damn mantra, you both repeat:

“...it’s not peer pressure—it’s just your turn.”

Resigned, you click your tongue, swiping at the joint in his hands. But Enjin is much faster as he pulls back with infuriating speed. You glower at him, snark locked and loaded.

“Nah, actually I’ll help you out since it’s your first time, Princess.”

Innuendo coils around his words, heat radiating off him as you tense under his gaze. You don’t want to argue with him though, the sooner you smoked, the sooner you both could be at happy hour.

“Open.” 

Enjin’s fingers graze the corner of your mouth as he holds the joint to your peach-glossed lips, eyes darkening when you part them obediently for him.

“Now breathe it in, nice and slow…deeper. Yeah, that’s it—hold it. Don’t let go until I say—good girl.”

You want to scoff at him, but you can’t—not with tears stinging your eyes and smoke burning its way down your lungs. By the time Enjin gives you the nod to exhale, you’re already choking, coughing it all back up in ragged plumes.

Yeah, this was nowhere in hell as easy as Enjin made it look.

The buzz rises in your head almost instantly, an airy haze creeping into your consciousness.

“See? Not a terrible cherry pop, eh?”

The glare you throw at Enjin is more of a squint. Still recovering from the fire tearing down your throat, your coughs earn you a few heavy-handed smacks on the back from Enjin. If it’s out of comfort or mockery, you can't tell. 

Everything in the room is spinning and becoming more distant, like a daydream.

“Easy there, breathe—it’ll hit easier when ya figure out how to grow it right, Princess. The dank shit won’t burn this hard.”

You want to bite back that even if you do figure out how to grow the damn ‘weed’ plant, you’d never touch it again. But the sudden heaviness seeping into your limbs drags you down, tilting your head on the axis of equilibrium.

“I think, no—I know, I need to lay down.”

Not waiting for permission, you flop down onto the worn cushions beneath you, curling up awkwardly with your head leaning against the armrest and your legs dangling off the seat at an angle. 

Enjin doesn’t miss a beat though—he scoops your legs into his lap, tugging off your boots so you can be comfortable.

Leaning back, perfectly at ease, Enjin holds the joint in one hand while the other rests on your stocking-covered shin, giving it a casual, reassuring pat. The way your arm drapes over your face tells him everything—yeah, you’ve got the spins.

“Keh, you’ll make it, Princess. Just let it all ride out.”

You’d make it alright, but not to happy hour anytime soon. Enjin supposes he might’ve let you take a bigger hit than you were ready for. 

Whoops.

Silence stretches in the aftermath but it’s not uncomfortable. Enjin takes a few more lazy tokes, one golden eye cracked open just enough to watch you, taking stock of your state. 

It’s in moments like this—rare ones, when you’re quiet—that he remembers just how fucking smoking hot you are.

Especially in that Cleaner uniform. Man, God bless August.

The eccentric tailor took special care in designing it thanks to a sudden burst of inspiration—August even convinced Enjin to allow him to keep some of the trim from your Spherite clothes that he repurposes. The outcome of your uniform is shinier, more fitted and much sluttier than standard issue. 

You took to it immediately, without much fuss and actually complimenting August. That was August’s gift though—whipping up pieces to suit even the finickiest of tastes—and Enjin had to admit, the man did his big one. 

But the real surprise wasn’t the craftsmanship. It was you—his oh-so-prim little Trash Princess—strutting around in something so damn naughty. Dressed up like a treat that Enjin can’t help but eat up with his eyes.

And whaddya know? Enjin has the munchies bad right now.

Left to his own devices, Enjin takes his time devouring the sight in front of him. His gaze lingers down the length of your legs sprawled across his lap, to the soft, exposed flesh of your thighs—spilling over the edge of your stockings just enough to make his jaw clench.

Fuck, they look so soft. He can't help but wonder how they'd feel locked around his head as his eyes climb to the next indulgence—your crop top. Rucked up to your ribs, the thin white cotton hugs just beneath your tits. Shit, the way your cute little nips poke through the fabric makes his mouth twitch with the urge to say ‘hi’ right back—with his tongue.

Is it hotter in here, or—?

Leering at you for too long is a surefire way for Enjin to pop a boner. Enjin knows he’s not alone in that either. That uniform of yours turns heads in every city you pass through. Consequently, Enjin has split more skulls because of idiots trying to hit on you or cop a feel than he ever has for anyone trying to snatch a Spherite.

Not that he’s jealous or nothing.

Nah. Just doing his job. Watching out for you. Plenty of unscrupulous assholes out there willing to pounce on a clueless little thing like you.

However, right now, Enjin’s just as unscrupulous—‘watching out’ only for a flash of your panties as each restless wiggle sinks you deeper into the lumpy cushions, bunching your skirt higher and teasing him with a glimpse of skimpy lace.

Man, just a little more and he’d know exactly which pair you picked today.

Sobering up a bit more, you sigh at your inability to get comfortable when you could feel the very springs in the sofa. Stretching, you straighten your leg suddenly and—

“Yo! Watch the feets, girl!”  

Though there’s amusement in his voice as he jolts upright, tatted hands grabbing your ankle before you’re able to land another blow.

“Ah, sorry—” You mutter sheepishly, reeling back your foot. “I didn’t mean to kick Umbreaker.”

For what it’s worth, the apology comes quickly—you’ve learned better than to mess with a man’s jinki, especially Enjin’s. You've nearly tripped more times than you can count over that bulky extension of himself that he always keeps within reach.

You know it’s serious too when he doesn’t even bother with the stupid nicknames he usually calls you. Nevertheless, you’re left puzzled when Enjin’s laughter comes out loud and sharp. 

“...that wasn’t Umbreaker, Princess.”

Huh? What does he mean that isn’t— 

You freeze. 

Carefully peeking out from under your arm, your reddened eyes squint down the length of your body and onto his. When the realization does set in of what exactly you kicked, it smacks you harder than any hit of ganja ever could.

“O…oh…—OH MY GAWD!”

Immediately springing upright, your vertigo swirls with how fast you’re scrambling to your knees as you gawk.

Time passes for what seems like a solid minute or two and neither of you speak. 

You’re staring at the crotch of Enjin’s baggy pants and Enjin is staring at you.

“Heh.”

The devious look on Enjin’s face right now could shame the devil himself. Yet you’re still in utter disbelief.

There’s no way that’s his dick!

Still, your brain won’t stop running the numbers—high girl math with clumsy calculations drawn from the fleeting brush of your toes against the long, thick mass hidden beneath the fabric of his baggy pants. Enjin’s words ring in your mind like a gong—‘that wasn’t Umbreaker…’

“You’re burnin’ a hole through my dick, Princess—”

Enjin’s voice unfurls seductively, like the smoke curling from his lips.

“—keep starin’ like that and I’m gonna think you wanna see it.”

Your eyes meet his dead-on. 

“I do.”

“Yeah, I’m sure yo—wait, come again?!”

Enjin’s grip goes slack, the joint slipping from his fingers. He was halfway to some sassy quip, ready to taunt your denial—but your delivery is so honest, with no teasing or angle to play off, he doesn’t know what to do with it.

The embers hiss against his thigh before he even registers he dropped it.

“Tch.” Cursing under his breath, he flicks it aside—it’s all roach anyway—and tries to pull himself back together.

You’re fucking with him. Yeah. That’s it. 

Smug again, Enjin leans into the bit you started.

“Ha ha…right. I know my stuck up lil’ Trash Princess isn’t asking to give me a dick inspection…”

Enjin adjusts his pants in a casual sweep that doesn’t fool either of you. He’s not brushing off the remaining flakes of ash—he’s palming his restless cock that jumped at the idea of you actually wanting to see it.

But both you and Enjin would quickly discover, despite your snobby Spherite upbringing, you lose any type of filter and sense of couth while high—blurting out your thoughts unabashedly. 

“I said I wanted to see it, Trashy Poppins. Or m’not gonna believe you’re actually that big.”

You fold your arms, huffing stubbornly.

There was no way an unbearably annoying man like Enjin was slanging actual horse cock! 

He had to be the one fucking with you here.

Well, wait, no—a cocky, stupidly sexy man having a big dick actually tracks, now that you think about it.

But still—you need to verify. For science, if nothing else. 

Yeah. Science.

Enjin blinks, taking stock of you—kneeling close, your tits straining like they’re about to burst free, and your skirt rides so high on your thighs this time, he swears one more millimeter and he’d see your panties for real. 

“C’mon now…”

Your sickly sweet coos needle at Enjin’s spine.

“...as if you aren’t always upskirting me just to see my panties.”

Shit. You knew it was intentional?

“At least you can show me your undies for a change. If you’re really that big, then I’ll be able to tell.”

The spark alight in your eyes is a challenge to Enjin, who loves pushing your limits. Now he needs to know how far you’ll go. Even if he’s completely unprepared for this turn of events, he’s sure as fuck not gonna be the one backing down first.

“S’that right, Princess? Well, I haven’t even seen yours today so—”

Enjin doesn’t even get the chance to finish before you’re lifting your skirt and spreading your knees wider. You stare up at the ceiling, the popcorn squares suddenly appearing super interesting to you. Enjin’s eyes however immediately zero-in on the pink lace stretched tight across your pussy.

Christ.

With a much closer view, Enjin picks up all the little details he usually misses—like how the hem digs into your soft curves or how the material is thin enough to see the split of your chubby lil pussy lips pressed underneath. 

Goddamn, are you intentionally buying them a size too small? 

Or is your pussy print just that fat?

Enjin gulps, mouth dry. 

His attention caught like a hook to your cunt, everything else is unimportant—including the irony of how he was just teasing you for the very same thing—it’s all utterly lost on him. His priorities shifting rapidly the longer he ogles you.

After a minute, giving him quite frankly more of his fill than he deserves, you let your skirt drop back into place. The alluring spell of your fatma breaks when your  knees snap shut and Enjin is yanked back to a world that doesn’t exist between the apex of your doughy thighs. 

All of his lecherous starring is worth it though—if only to be able to throw his own saying back at him for once.

“Now, how’s it go again? It’s not peer pressu—”

“—Yeah, yeah, I got it, Princess—My turn.” 

Enjin relents, cutting you off with a twisted grin as he shakes his head.

“Ya don’t gotta break my arm to see my dick, babe. Just makin’ sure you’re sure. Don’t need you runnin’ off telling Semiu I flashed ya.”

Semiu is already on Enjin’s ass for teasing you as much as he does. Something about him being ‘too grown’ not to ‘nut up’ and ‘come to terms with his reality’, but Enjin was never listening for long, zoning out as soon as a new lecture was underway. 

However, if your prissy ass really wants to see his dick that bad, of course he’d oblige. Hell, Enjin would get another kick outta watching your horror when you realize for real just how much he’s packing. It had been a minute since he'd seen that look on a woman.

For being as hot and charming as he is, Enjin didn’t get nearly as much play as he should’ve. He isn’t a virgin by any means, but too many women take one glance at his size and back off expeditiously.  

Life on the ground meant hustling to survive for most. Nobody could afford to be laid up for days just because Enjin’s wrecking ball of a cock tore through their walls, rendering them unable to walk—let alone go to work.

Yet with a clink, that all changes as the leather strap of his belt and gear slides free. Enjin lifts his hips enough to shove his pants down past his thighs and there it is—short red boxer briefs with a black waistband, the fabric stretched thin over the obscenely long, thick outline of his dick resting along his thigh.

Simply put, your jaw drops. There’s a static-like silence buzzing in your mind as you process the monstrous mass of phallic muscle before you.

You’ve never seen a dick that huge in your entire life. 

Clocking your shock, Enjin’s chest puffs like he’s just been crowned a king in the room.

“Relax, Princess…” he drawls, smugness saturating every word.

“I ain’t even all the way hard yet.”

Bullshit! 

Your eyes pingpong between his face and his cock before landing on the obvious conclusion—no overthinking this time.

“What are you waiting for then? Get hard.”

Enjin actually chokes for real this time, still not used to how blunt his demure lil’ Trash Princess gets when she’s high. He manages to laugh regardless once he finds his breath as he sure as hell doesn’t hate this new side of you.

“Hah?! It doesn’t work like that ya know…”

Enjin lies right through his fucking teeth. 

Just hearing that vulgar command from your prissy lil’ lips has his blood surging south, his cock swelling at rapid speed. Already on go, his dickprint thickens, straining against the fabric until threads stretch thin to form almost obscenely over him like second skin.

Yet unlike his past hookups you don’t flinch at the sight of him getting even bigger. 

There’s more than enough incredulousness on your face for sure, but Enjin half expected you to backpedal for the sake of your pussy’s self-preservation and book it out the door. Instead, the look you’re giving his dick is more akin to awe than fear.

Truly, though—you are in awe.

Men weren’t like this on the Sphere. Well, your husband certainly wasn’t.

Older than you by over a decade, your husband’s stamina was so poor he never lasted long. His size, his endurance, and his dismissive comments about your sexual appetite being perversely unbecoming for a lady of your station had you wondering if something was wrong with you this entire time—if you expected too much from sex.

But when your eyes drift back to Enjin—catching the thick vein running along his length, visible even through the fabric—you know better now. 

It was never you.

The realization brings a surge of boldness. Your gaze trails the pulse of his cock down to the wet patch blooming at the tip—so much pre spilling it seeps through the fabric. 

Enjin inhales sharply through his nose. He knows he’s proven his size, but your silence and the way you’re eyeing his cock like some kind of museum exhibit is starting to get to him. 

Enjin doesn’t want to back down as he impatiently waits for your final verdict of approval. But if you keep staring at him like that, with those big pretty eyes of yours, he’s going to come in his pants, untouched, like some fucking cuck.

“Well, Princess? Big enough for ya?”

You don’t even hear Enjin, too lost in your own thoughts. Your body, buzzed and reckless, has a mind of its own though. Reaching out, your hand leaves your lap to trace the thick ridges of his cock, mapping its shape through his briefs. 

“Oh, shiiii—” Enjin hisses. 

His lip catches between his teeth as all thoughts vanish the moment your delicate little fingers start stroking him.

“Argh—fuck. Can’t jus’ go grabbing a man’s dick like that ya know.”

Yet Enjin does nothing to stop you as your touch grows bolder. Your palm flattens around his girth—too thick for even your whole hand to wrap around, even through his boxers.

How would someone even get something that monstrous inside them!?

Encircling his leaky cockhead, you giggle as your index finger slowly tap-tap-taps the mess he’s made there, amused at how many of the small, sticky suds you can gather on your finger through the material.

Enjin’s own laugh is strangled. This can’t be real.

“Heh… fuck… you really tryna kill me, huh, Princess? Fuckin’ tease…”

You’re unfazed by Enjin’s provocations – too mesmerized by the obscenely large cock in front of you that has you squirming uncomfortably as your own panties turn swampy with heat. 

“May I?”

Meeting Enjin’s gaze, your polite innocence is accented by a wide-eyed pout that’s far too sweet for the filthy implications of your request. Like you’re nicely asking permission to play with your favorite toy—except you don’t even wait for him to give it,fingers impatiently snapping the edges of his waistband like some cockhungry slut. 

“Uh…” Enjin blanks while his dick is practically screaming at him to respond—even a damned head nod would suffice. Yet his brain blue-screens as it registers that look—the normally innocent, curiosity filled look that he's been craving since he found you in No Man's Land—now twisted into something debased and filthy.  And best of all?

Meant just for him.

Enjin’s so fucking hard right now it’s painful—and hell, if you’re planning to do something about that, he’s not about to stop you.

“Keh. Do you, boo.”

Enjin manspreads, giving you full access. You eagerly pull down his shorts just enough to release his cock, and it springs free, thick and heavy. 

Good God, he’s a big boy! 

Although you knew that, seeing the monster in all of its unleashed glory was an entirely different experience. Enjin’s dick bobs back to curve towards his abs, a shiny pubic piercing shining at his base under its shadow.

Panting, your previously dormant inner size queen activates. You have to swallow down the bucket of saliva collecting on your tongue before you choke—you can’t help but salivate at the thought of what a huge cock like this tastes like… what it feels like. 

You’re pretty sure it could break you in two, and surprisingly, the thought excites you.

Lowering yourself on all fours, the first tentative lick you give Enjin’s length has his toes curling as he grips the sofa, ripping a chunk clean off the decaying material. 

You moan out a depraved 'ahhh' once you reach the top, a little smile playing on your lips as you tongue down the hole at his tip.  Greedily, you lap up all the little dribbles of pre beading at the tip and flowing out.

“W-Woaaah—ugh. FUCK!”

Enjin’s hand flies into your hair as he clears his throat. Sure, your mouthwatering stares made a blowie likely, but diving in this shamelessly? It’s enough to make him feel like he’s losing his damn mind.

You grip his base—an insurance policy to keep him from cumming—while your other hand cups his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. His thigh jolts beneath you and you simper at how sensitive he is despite his massive size.

“T-There’s no way in hell they taught your prissy ass how to be this much of a slut up there.”

Pouting, you release his balls to cradle his cockhead against your puffed up cheek, uncaring of the amount of pre seeping across your jaw. 

“D-Do…do you hate it? My hus—um, ex said it was a turn off. H-he'd say I have 'the depravity of a slums streetwalker.”

Staring up at Enjin, your eyes are clouded with lust, yet edged with worry—like he’d threatened to rip something precious away.  But it’s only his cock you’re coddling tighter against your cheek, your lips parting just enough to chase the beads of pre that drip close to your mouth.

If you weren’t gripping Enjin’s base so hard he definitely would have blown a load all over your face. Fuck, if the thought isn’t tempting to him though – he doesn’t think you’d even mind in this state.  

Goddamn, you’re so much sluttier than Enjin could have ever imagined. 

And he’d imagined it plenty. 

Especially on nights Enjin stumbled back to HQ drunk and alone, having closed down the bar with Corvus and Gris. Left to sate his own booze-fueled boner, he’d shamelessly rut into his pillow. Yet, no matter where his perversions strayed, every faceless fantasy in the dark insisted on transmuting into you. 

You seriously think he couldn’t match your freak? 

Oh, sweetheart, you have no fucking idea.

“Hate it?” 

Enjin holds back the growl building at the back of his throat. There’s a torrent of thoughts swirling with his high all at once—all coming to settle right back into his dick. 

“Never. Show me who you really are, Princess—n’ I’ll give it right back to ya tenfold—that’s a promise.”

If you weren’t already trembling with arousal—finally free to let your freak flag fly—you might’ve shied away. Enjin’s easy acceptance of you stirs something deeper, something messy that you usually ignore before it can settle. Now, with his scent thick on your face and tongue, you’re not thinking at all—aching with the urge to all but inhale his cock.

You merely nod, flashing Enjin a coy smile before stretching your plush lips to wrap around him. Slowly, you swallow down his girth, mouth hot with suction so deliciously moist Enjin’s hips jerk up. You gag, but his firm grip on your roots keeps your head in place, forcing his length to breach your throat.

“That’s it, baby…open up f-f’er me—g-good fucking girl, Princess…”

Tears prick at your eyes as his cock pounds back of your throat. The stretch is brutal—but some desperate part of you craves more of his filthy praise. What you can’t take with your mouth, your hands make up for—stroking every thick inch your lips can’t swallow.

“Shiiiit, girl! You’re a pro at this.”

If you ask Enjin later, he’d probably call you a throat goat, however most of your “experience” came from the smutty paperbacks high-society wives hid in corsets and swapped under tea tables—not actual practice. You don’t really know what you are doing. You’re just following the book's explicit instructions. 

Still, Enjin doesn’t seem to mind being your test dummy. 

On the contrary, Enjin is more than happy to let you do your thing and he does just that. Although, the longer your head bobs along his cock, the more your skirt rides up—until it finally flips over your hips, giving him a perfect view of the cheeky lace framing your ass.

Enjin groans, gripping your ass with bruising force before sliding his fingers down to palm your pussy over your panties—fuck, you’re already dripping for him.

“Hah—uppity cunt gets this sloppy just from a lil’ dick sucking, eh?”

Enjin laughs, yet the gravel rattling in his voice betrays him. No one has ever fearlessly tried to deepthroat him and actually fucking enjoyed it. 

Unable to respond with your mouth, too busy still trying to do the impossible and fit more inside your throat, your hips respond instead—wiggling desperately against his fingers, begging for more of his touch. 

Enjin doesn’t hesitate. Slipping a tatted finger into your panties, he drags it through your folds, marveling at how wet and scorching you are. Pushing into your core, your walls clamp down, fluttering around his digit.

Oh fuck, even his fingers are big! 

A second ringed finger follows – the rough, callous fingers of a man who's seen too many fights scrape so good against all your gooey spots. Lewd squelches echo from your pussy as your throat tightens around him in tandem. The sounds, the squeeze, the heat—all of it is driving him crazy.

Shit he’s gonna cum for real this time. 

To his credit, Enjin tries to warn you—tries to pull you off before it’s too late. 

He doesn’t wanna risk pissing you off and having you refuse to ever do this again. Enjin still wants to fool around more;, he wants to fuck you. It’s that thought—your pretty pussy lips splitting open to swallow him instead—that has him busting his hot seed down your throat in thick, hot pulses.

“HAHH—FUHH!”

Releasing your hair, Enjin half expects you to pull away, furious he hadn’t warned you.  Instead, your nails dig into his thigh, steadying yourself. You moan around him, the vibrations rippling through his sensitive cock while you work him for every last drop, his hips jerking beneath you.

Only when you’re certain you’ve drained him do you pull back, swollen lips coming off his cock with a wet pop. 

“Allll go-neee S-Sheee? HAhhhhh~♡”

Tits jiggling as you heave for air, you present your tongue to Enjin as proof you’ve swallowed all of him. Every. Filthy. Drop.

“Oh fuck me… you’re a nasty lil’ Trash Princess, aren’t you?”

You can’t help but agree—your throat’s wrecked and your pussy’s aching to be used just as thoroughly. Enjin’s fingers aren’t inside you any more, although they are still on your pussy, running through your folds absentmindedly.  

“Ngh—n-eed m-more,” you slur.

All your decorum was lost to the wind the moment you asked to see his dick—you don’t even care that it’s Enjin of all people that you just gave head to. Suddenly, the obnoxious pain in your ass seems like your only deliverance. Right now, you're more frustrated that you've spent so much time bickering with him when you could have been fucking him.

You much prefer his moans to anything else coming out of his mouth.

You need him to get hard again—immediately!

Enjin, mind mushy with release, takes another joint out to light. As much as he wants to return the favor after that kind of sloppy top, the man needs a minute.  His high has his whole body tingling from the post release sensitivity.

But you can’t wait any longer. It’s been god knows how long since you’ve had a proper orgasm and those were only from your own small, fumbling fingers. Throat achy and raw, you quiver at the masochistic thought of how his cock is going to absolutely obliterate your pussy.

You slide your panties down before flinging off your jacket and top.  Taking a seat on Enjin's lap, you're now clad in just your bra, your skirt that's bunched up at your hips, and thigh highs. Grabbing his cock, you give his soggy, half-hard girth a few encouraging pumps.

Your pussy is already slobbering, a viscous string of syrupy slick drips down from your slit to land on his cockhead, connecting you to him as you line him up. 

Feeling your fingers around his length, Enjin's eyes fly open, balancing the joint between his lips as he quickly shrugs off his own jacket, checking the pockets.

“Woah, woah. Slow your roll there sweetheart—you’re skipping a few steps.”

You aren’t listening though, not giving a fuck what Enjin is talking about as you cry out, grinding your clit against his fat tip, before running it back through your folds.

Enjin grits his teeth, coughing out smoke as he holds the joint in one hand and your hips in the other. You’re being a brat again, not listening to a single word he’s saying. 

“Gotta find my rubbers…also gotta stretch you out better, Princess—you’re gonna split in two if I don’t.”

You whimper, petulant and needy. You press his cockhead against your entrance, swiveling your hips like you’re going to recklessly sink down on him at any second.

“Huh? Rubbers?” You shake your head in confusion, pouting. “m’Ennnnjiiiiin…I can’t wait that long—puh-leaseee don’t make me wait s’long, Enjiiiiin. I can take it, promiseee!”

The way you sweetly coo his name is shattering any sense of self-control Enjin has left. The urge to submit you to the ultimate corruption surges hot through his veins, but Enjin knows how big he is and while he did want to break you, he didn’t want to hurt you in the process. You are absolutely nuts to want to ride him with so little prep—now, on top of everything else, you apparently wanted him to fuck you raw.

Wait—did you just ask what rubbers were? Did you not have condoms on the Sphere?

But any lingering concerns dissipate the second you start fighting to get his tip inside you.

“Too s-slow!” You groan.

Fear is the last thing on your mind—evident in the way you impale yourself on him, defiant even against the impossible stretch. Your pussy is tight around the swollen head of his cock, strangling it as your nails dig into his shoulders. You grind in slow, desperate circles. Tears roll down your cheeks as you bite them to keep from crying out, your body fighting against every inch.

Enjin watches with a dark glint in his eyes – you trying so hard for him makes him want to flip you over and fuck you into the cushions. But he’d let you have it at your own pace…for now. 

Releasing your hip, Enjin spits into his palm, rubbing his slick fingers over your clit in slow steady circles. 

“Such a hard-headed girl—c’mere…”

Enjin takes a long drag from the joint, balancing it between his fingers as he grabs the back of your neck. His lips crash into yours before you can think.

You gasp and Enjin takes the opportunity to exhale the smoke deep into your lungs, taking the harshest of the hit himself. You're left with only the smooth, earthy flavor warming your chest before it melts through your limbs.

But it’s the way he kisses you after that really knocks the ground out from under you. His tongue pushes past your lips, tangling with yours—hungry, messy, like he wants to steal the little air you have left until you’re only breathing him in.

Your arms wrap around his neck, hands buried in his soft buzzed undercut, anchoring yourself. You moan into his mouth and he swallows it greedily, teeth nipping your lower lip before diving right back in. All the while, his thumb keeps grinding into your clit, faster now, like he’s keeping rhythm with the pulse that’s beating under your skin.

Why does it feel this good? How is he doing this to your body? S’not fair! 

Not realizing you could feel this good from a kiss, you're unraveling in real time. Your mind goes blank with every pulse, every word, every inch. You’re not even fully seated yet, but you can already feel the blunt head of his cock grinding against your cervix, the pressure building with each centimeter you drop. You never imagined you could feel this full—like he might actually breach your womb.

The thought alone has you trembling, unstable, your aching thighs giving out, causing you to slide down a bit too fast. The thick veins along his length rake across your g-spot and your body snaps. A sharp, helpless spasm rocks you as your breath catches and a small, unexpected orgasm rolls through you.

Enjin pulls back just enough to let you breathe, though your body doesn’t stop shivering, lost in a blur of pleasure and pain.

“Eh... did you just cum, Princess?”

The question is rhetorical, full of smug amusement, as he can feel the increasing wetness leaking down his cock, making it all the easier for you to slide down.    

Teasing your earlobe, Enjin’s tongue dips in to flick at the shell of it, making you clench.

“HA! Good fucking girl! A lil’ more and I bet she’ll be a real squirter f’er me.”

Enjin beams, proud of his Trash Princess. No woman had ever taken him this deep—not even close. Enjin hadn’t expected you to be any different. And yet…when Enjin looks down, he releases a groan deep from his gut.

The sight alone almost has Enjin nutting in you -- your drooling cunt spread so wide around his girth, sitting almost at his base. A thought flashes briefly – it's kinda like he’s a virgin again. Parts of his dick had never experienced this kind of molten heat so maybe, in a sense, he is? Enjin didn’t fucking care if he was though, as he ain’t about to be with the way your pretty pussy is giving way like it’s made for him. 

“Run that back.”

Enjin takes the final drag, pinching the smoldering end of the joint between his fingers before flicking it aside. He leans in again, slower this time. There’s no rush in how his mouth seals over yours. The second shotgun is less about the smoke and more about the feel of you—your lips parting for him, your breath syncing to his, and the small whimper you make as he sucks slowly on your tongue.

The haze spreads between you both, thick and warm. Simultaneously, his knuckles tease your clit, a soft schlick sound filling the space between you from you getting wetter by the second. By the strength of some unknown force, you finally bottom out, immediately collapsing into his neck. 

You both moan. Enjin feels you quivering from the inside out and you feel him everywhere—shifting your guts into your ribs. 

“I…I did it.”

Your smile blooms soft against his inked skin, lips grazing the spot where you can feel his own pulse hammering wildly.

Enjin’s in no state to congratulate you on your impressive feat. Completely sheathed in you raw, coring out your gummy walls into the shape of his dick—something in his brain chemistry fizzles. Like a bit of pussy juice, acting as a catalyst, slipped into his dick and traveled straight to his prefrontal cortex to corrode all of his previous thoughts about you. The result is clear.

Enjin doesn’t give a fuck if you are a snobby, annoying, needy lil’ brat who never let him get away with shit and bitches at him constantly—the furtherest thing from his type.

Because honestly?

Motherfuck a bullshit-ass type. Your slutty ass pussy is fuckin’ perfect. 

For the first time, Enjin realizes he might be in love with you. 

How could he even look at another woman after this?

One thing if for certain—Enjin is going to make damn sure you never have the desire to even look at another man.

Both his hands trail up your hips, groping and squeezing the plump curves of your ass before settling at your waist. His blunt black nails dig into your skin to pull you back from his neck.

Enjin whistles, admiring the stagnant stream of spittle lingering on your chin. Look at you—cockdrunk just from sitting on him. 

Enjin doesn’t think he’s ever seen you look more beautiful.

“Enjiiiiiin,” you whimper, not being able to hold yourself up. 

But your cries for him only inflame the predatory smirk on his lips, your honeyed cunt hugging his cock so beautifully. 

“Makes sense you fell from heaven, huh Princess?” 

Whether you're ready or not, Enjin forcibly winds you on his cock in slow circles. Your clit brushes up against the well placed pubic ring like a reward for being the first to experience it.

“—cause this pussy’s a fuckin’ angel.”

Your eyes are already lodged in your skull so you can’t even roll them at his cheesy line. But if your pussy is an angel, then Enjin's dick is most definitely a demon—his sinful cock tearing through your insides and condemning you straight to hell.

Moaning loudly, your body moves on autopilot—chasing more friction from the rhythm Enjin set. Good thing everyone was at happy hour or you would for sure be attracting some major attention now.

Although, to be honest you probably wouldn’t notice anyway. You don’t even notice when your bra falls away, your tits spilling out just so Enjin could watch them jiggle in his face. You only register its disappearance once his mouth latches onto one of your nipples, his tongue finally saying it’s ‘hello’.

“Shiiiiit!”

Your hips stutter, then stall when Enjin tugs at your sensitive bud with his teeth.

“Hey…I know my Trash Princess ain’t tappin’ out just yet.” 

SMACK!

Enjin brings a heavy palm down on your ass and your pussy clenches tighter around him. Enjin relishes the way your plush curves mold to his hands, each smack adding to the wet, messy sounds between you. You’ve already leaked enough on his lap to stain the sofa beneath you.

“Nah, ya just got on the ride, baby. Giddy-up.”

SMACK!

“NNNGH!” You weakly glare daggers at him. 

Any softness on Enjin’s face has since been replaced by something far more mischievous. If you thought he was obnoxious before—you’re about to learn he’s a full-blown menace inside of pussy.

Wobbling, you gather together what little resolve you have left to roll your hips forward. 

“HAAH! S’too biiiiiig,” you whine but your body can’t stop.

The juices saturated between you grant enough momentum to finally get a good, smooth bounce going.

“Fuck—that’s it, ride it like it’s yours, baby.” Enjin encourages you.

The way you cream harder every time he calls you 'baby' doesn't go unnoticed.

“Oh? You like me talking sweet to the pussy, baby girl?—Or do you just like being my filthy lil’ trash slut, hm Princess?”

Gritting your teeth, you grab on to Enjin’s shirt like reins, pulling him closer to you. 

“Y-You’re…gonna—ahshiiiit—hafta f-fuck m’better than thisss…if you want m-me to be your ‘baby girl’—Trash Daddy.”

Unfortunately, your sass falls flat—you can barely keep your head from lulling to the side. But Enjin’s thoroughly entertained nonetheless—he’ll take ‘Trash Daddy’ over ‘Trashy Poppins’ any day.

“Bet.”

Electricity runs through Enjin. He’s all charged up—now it’s his turn to unleash.

Your brow furrows from the noise Enjin makes—you’re not sure if he just laughed or snarled. But it's the only warning you get. 

Sliding down the sofa a bit, adjusting himself for stability, Enjin spreads his legs, planting his feet firmly on the floor as he bullies his cock up into you like he's breaking in his own personal fleshlight.

All you can do is go slack, falling forward on his chest. His grip bruising your hips, not allowing you to run from the way his blunt cockhead plows into your womb like a battering ram. 

The couch beneath you groans, its frame creaking under the strain. The wood and leather protest like the entire thing might fall apart at any moment.

“Enjinnnnn, m’slowwww dowwwnnn!” 

Your cries only fuel his frenzy and Enjin knows from the way you’re gushing on him you can take it.

Fuck—this sweet lil’ pussy is just so good for him. Imagine if he never met you. 

If you never—

Enjin cuts the thought off cold. 

Moving before you can blink—your world flips. One second he’s pummeling up into you, the next you’re on your back. 

Enjin peels away his shirt, muscles flexing as he looms over you. His hands curl around your ankles to keep them pinned overhead. A single bead of sweat catches your bleary eyes as it slides down his bare chest, gliding over firm muscle. The bold ink patterns seem to come alive on his skin. He looks so fucking sexy right now and you can’t help but to shamelessly ogle him.

Yet, there’s something much too serious and somber about Enjin’s current demeanor. You’ve been staring at him far too long to go unnoticed. The highly expressive, sassy powerhouse is rarely this silent. He should be teasing you right now, asking some smartass shit like if you’re ‘enjoying the view’. 

“Enjin?”

Your sweet voice hits his ears and instantly you have his attention again. Enjin flashes you a pearly white smile.

“Heh, enjoy the break, Princess? You wont get another.”

Ignoring the question in your eyes, Enjin folds you into a mating press, thrusting to the hilt all in one motion. The sound of flesh lewdly slapping against flesh fills the room, as do your cries.

But there’s still something else burning in his eyes. Enjin knows it’s unfair not to be honest with you, but taking out his unspoken feelings on your pretty pussy is the only way he can express himself at the moment. 

Suddenly, there’s a loud creak followed by a decisive snap and two of the sofa’s legs give out. If your sweat and cum weren't like glue on the old leather you’d surely slide off head first. You yell out in alarm, but Enjin doesn’t give a fuck about the damn sofa.

His mood is still soured by the thought that wouldn’t be shaken away until he confronted it—

If you never fell.

But you did. He found you—and now that Enjin has you under him like this, he needs to fuck the point he’s concluded into you:

If Rudo ever finds a way to the Sphere, Enjin will personally travel there and see to your ex-husband himself. 

Hell, he might even rail you in front of him a few times—show him what a real man could do. Maybe even a real…husband?

If the sounds of sloshing fluids and skin slapping skin weren't ringing so loudly in your ears that it drowned out everything else, you would have thought Enjin had lost his mind with the way he was cackling above you.  He sounds completely deranged, laughing at the idea of him finally wanting to settle down all while continuing to pound you deeper into the broken sofa.

But despite being high off weed and your pussy, Enjin’s mind has never been more clear—he wants to lock you down.

“Hah… P-Princess, can ya feel me in your tummy? Right…” Enjin’s golden eyes lock on the ever-so-slightly distended bulge from the monstrous intrusion in your guts.

“....right, here.” 

Throwing your legs over his shoulders, his large hands splay across your sweat sheened belly. You’re squirming under the heat of Enjin sandwiching your guts between his palm and his cock. Its all far too much—you’re too full, unable to really focus on what Enjin’s saying.

“Ahh, E-Enj—m’ c-cum, g-gonna mmm…” you hiccup, swallowing your tears.

Your nails rake down his arm to ground yourself but your body is thrumming too hard, adrift in the rush rolling through every one of your wired nerves. Your tits bounce obscenely every time your velvety walls devour his cock back down to the base. Enjin’s pubic piercing bucking against your clit has you clutching onto his dick like you were about to break it off.

You feel so fucking good. Enjin desperately needs to feel you creaming on his cock, and you would be soon if your kitten nails raking down his arms– adding more red to his already inked skin– were any indication. 

“That’s it, Princess, hah—fuck, baby, I got you. Squirt for your Trash Daddy.”

As if on command, the knot inside you coils to its breaking point, prickling every nerve, releasing a warm rush of fluids. Your body tingling in ecstasy, you quickly tumble over your peak, eyes blinded by speckles of brightness as you cum.

Yet Enjin hasn't slowed, his continuous pounding forcing more of your cum and squirt to gush out of you—the melody of his now drenched balls colliding with your wet ass only growing loude

“Fuck, that’s it. Pussy cryin’ like she wants my cum, Princess…” 

You’re barely conscious from all the pleasure, eyes rolling back into your head. 

“She’s jealous that slutty throat of yours got all my cum, now it’s her turn to swallow, isn’t that right?”

It’s a rather roundabout way for Enjin to ask if he can nut inside you, but then again, he wasn’t really asking. The thought of breeding you makes him feral. 

“Ahh—f’nnghhhh!”

Non-verbal and fucked dumb, you’d probably agree to anything right now. You’re an utter mess–pussy stretched beyond anything you thought possible, face sticky with slobber rolling down to pool in the folds of your neck. 

“O’course it is…gonna dump all these trash babies into my princess’ sweet lil’ cunt.”

Although you are super turned on by the thought of Enjin breeding you, there's no way you have any idea how serious Enjin is about putting a baby in you. How could you? You don’t even realize the love confession his cock is professing to you.

“FUHHHH—take it!”

Enjin pumps thick ropes of his cum into your tummy as his body thrashes on top of yours. The primal intensity has you vibrating as another orgasm rips through your overstimulated and overworked pussy. Filled the brim, his spunk overflows, sploshing out of your pussy as he rocks his hips, urging his seed deeper to plant right in your womb.

In the afterglow, the two of you lie off-kilter in a tangled heap on the broken sofa. There’s blood rushing to your head— not the worst place for it, you think, all things considered. Enjin’s weight is heavy, his chest heaving into yours, warm and sticky as he wraps you in his arms. 

Just as you feel you both might drift off like this, Enjin stirs. Flinching, you whimper as Enjin wills himself up, his cock sliding out of your pussy with a squelchy suctioning noise. Your knees part for him with zero resistance as he inspects his handiwork, peeling apart your battered pussy lips to reveal your dug out slit. 

“Whewww,” Enjin whistles at the sight of the thick creampie glistening in your core. “All this cum your cute pussy pulled outta me—you’d think she was my jinki.”

Sober, you likely would have slapped him for referring to your pussy as his vital instrument. But ecstasy clouds your logic, so high off endorphins and other substances, you only giggle. It is kinda funny you suppose.

“Yeah—squirtin’ on command like that. Definitely an attack type.”

Spread open, the thick plug of spunk froths out of you. But Enjin simply tuts, pushing it right back in, not wanting to waste a single drop.

“Yeah, how about that, ’mma duel wielder! Yup, definitely gotta name ‘er now—what you thinkin’ I should call her, princess?”

Enjin sees the way your pretty cunny is twitching, and in his pussy drunk mind, it's an approval. The spasms that still quake through you are like tremors of Morse Code—your slutty pussy agreeing with him, begging for more. Flipping you over on your belly, Enjin is more than happy to fulfill any request of his new vital instrument.

“Got it! Cumbringer! The Umbreaker and The Cumbringer. Nice ring to ‘em, dont’cha think?”

Cumbringer!?

Later, you would definitely regret being so thoroughly fucked out of your mind you didn’t put a stop to this. Enjin is most definitely going to be insufferably proud of himself for the next 3-6 business weeks. He’d lord this over you and tease you with not-so-subtle hints around the rest of the cleaners. 

Yet, as Enjin is swabbing his huge cock through your folds, you feel the ache of loss in your core, wanting to be filled again and you can’t seem to find the fucks to care—you just needed more of his dick, like…now.

Pleased with your compliance, Enjin thumbs the dips at the small of your back, perching your ass up so your back arches real nice.

“Trash Daddy’s gonna take real good care of Cumbringer from now on, too. Make ‘er live up to the name.”

When Enjin pushes into you again, the new angle has him bullying against your g-spot with even more intensity than before. Seeing the way you jolt, he holds back from going as deep this time to directly abuse the spot. Slick runs down your legs and despite how slippery the ruined leather cushions are beneath you, Enjin still holds you firm as his cock sloshes through your ruined pussy.

“Say, how much anima you think is in my nut, Princess?”

You don’t respond but Enjin, proving to have the stamina of a beast, feels like he should give you at least two more doses just to be sure.

⛓

Fading in and out of a euphoric stupor, you’re unsure how much time passes. Absolutely cockdrunk, at some point, you’d simply just surrendered. Your pussy clearly has zero complaints about being a jinki for Enjin’s cock and you are too dumb once you get a lil dick to stop him.

Somehow, you’ve ended up folded over the wide coffee table. It’s unstable beneath you, but Enjin doesn’t seem to care what he breaks when he’s fucking you. He only moved from the sofa when the back of it finally broke.

Straining, you think you hear voices but everything feels so far away and fuzzy. The room gets darker and you realize Enjin’s thrown his coat over you. Still sheathed deep inside you, Enjin’s cock plants lazy kisses to your womb as he speaks rather casually to someone.

Hmm, did he get a call? Is that Semiu?

Semiu is likely calling, wondering why you both haven’t shown up to happy hour yet—shit. There’s no way you’re making it in this condition; your limbs are toast. You can’t even move the weight of Enjin's bulky jacket off of you, the heavy material trapping you in the humidity of your own breath and sweat. But in a way, the warmth is comforting. Your cheek resting against the wood, you allow the tent of muggy heat and his cock moving languidly inside you to lull you into complacency— in your delirium, everything feels like a nice dream.

Yet Enjin is fully alert, a shit eating grin on his face as he stares down Semiu and Gris who had just walked in on Enjin shamelessly beating your doonies down. Enjin only spared your modesty by covering you up, but he has no qualms with either Gris or Semiu seeing him in all his glory and doesn’t even bother pulling out of you.

A fact that is painfully clear as he pats the pockets of his jacket draped over you for his cigs—he might as well smoke if he’s giving you a break.

“I win,” Semiu turns to Gris, hand out expectantly.

Semiu’s cool expression never changes but there is amusement in her eyes as Gris fishes into his pockets and places a stack of bills into her hand.

“Tsk, damn…” Gris shakes his head, although he’s not shocked. 

The two of you are down so horrendously bad for each other that this should have happened long ago as far as everyone else was concerned. The tension has been at an unbearable level for those around you, the way the two of you picked at each other non-stop like a kid’s first crush.

Alas, you’re an airhead and Enjin is so stubborn he’s delusional. So the older Cleaner members couldn’t help, but place bets on when and where you and Enjin would finally slip between the sheets. Its a shame that you weren't in one of your beds right now--in between actual sheets--instead of the lounge becoming collateral damage.

“You know, after all the game you talked about winning your money back at poker tonight, Bro said you were a no-show because you knew you were gonna lose…” Gris eyes the boneless, quivering lump that is you under Enjin’s jacket. 

Enjin really did a number on you. Your nonsensical babbles pouting for Enjin to ‘make sure to tell Semiu to bring you back some fries from the bar’ obviously means you have no idea that they are actually in the room.

“But it looks like you have your ‘ace in the hole' for an entirely different game.”

Enjin chortles. His hips stutter forward a bit too hard and you squeak in protest, he just hushes you.

“Awe, so you came back all this way to check-up on us? How sweet,” Enjin says sarcastically, taking a drag from his cigarette.

“Hardly. Rudo accidentally chugged an entire beer he thought was soda—then proceeded to throw it all up over Zanka,” Semiu says flatly. 

Enjin attempts to hold back his laughter as Semiu continues with a sigh. She explains thatGris helped carry Rudo back, promptly putting his little blacked out ass to bed. Zanka locked himself in the bathroom immediately upon returning.

“Although they're sure to be occupied for the rest of the night, since the kids are back in the building you need to wrap this shit up Enjin—she looks like she could use the break anyway.”

Semiu casts a sympathetic look your way. She did warn you about Enjin though, so he was your mess to deal with now. 

“Sure thing,” Enjin says, patting your form underneath his coat, “I’ve trained my new jinki well enough for tonight.” 

Semiu takes one look at the absolutely diabolical grin on Enjin’s face and decides she's already had enough of his shit for the night.

She sighs again. “Just hurry it up, alright?”

Enjin gives Semiu a cheeky salute. Yet the second her back is turned, Enjin mimes a dramatic chef’s kiss to the air for Gris. Enjin’s eyes roll back like he’s just had the best meal of his life. 

Gris snorts, shooting him a wink and a thumbs-up for a ‘job well done’ like a proud teammate before heading out of the room as well.

“One more thing.”

Semiu pauses in the doorway, hands resting on the double doors, surveying the crime scene-like state of the lounge. The sofa is toast, the coffee table’s on life support, and there's a growing puddle under you, spilling over to slowly drip off its edge onto the floor.

“If you’re just going to recklessly rawdog her, at least get her on the pill. Alice can sort that out tomorrow—right after you replace every piece of furniture you’ve both annihilated.”

Enjin simply shrugs, taking another drag of his cigarette.

“I suppose…we can stop by Alice’s too.” 

Semiu just rolls her eyes, only to wrinkle her nose as a wave of stale air wafts by.

“And for the love of god—crack a window. Smells like fresh ass in here.”

Once the doors finally click shut, Enjin rips his jacket off of you and smiles. You’re still blissed out in lalaland while your pussy, Cumbringer, is clenching around him like she has one more go left in her.

Grabbing your arm, he pulls you up. Still sheathed inside you, he sits back on his knees, bringing you with him, your back pressed against his chest.

“Mmmm—*yawns* Was that Semiu on the call, Enj?”

Call? Oh, heh.

“Ha, yeah baby girl, just Semiu on the line,” Enjin lies too easily. 

It’s for your own benefit though–no need to ruin your bliss with anything silly like embarrassment or shame from being walked-in on. Hell, unless Semiu says something, Enjin might be able to get away with not ever telling you.

“She said they ran outta fries though. I’ll get ya some later, yeah? Jus’ need Cumbringer to clock in one more time, Princess...”

Enjin rocks his hips with yours in a slow wave and your pout melts, no longer caring about the fries. Your head tips back onto his shoulder as he wraps his arms around you.

“Ah, mmmm, b-but—ngnh!  She mentioned something about hotdogs and getting pills tomorrow? Is that a mission?”

Enjin hums to keep from laughing as he turns your face towards him. He smirks devilishly against your lips.

Distracting you with sweet chaste kisses, Enjin rubs gentle circles over your womb. You’re gonna be so fucking hot waddling around HQ in your slutty ass uniform, tits leaking and belly full with his brats. 

The only pill he’d get from Alice would be a fertility pill.

“Nothing my slutty baby girl or my Cumbringer gotta worry about, Princess. Leave everything t’me.”

𝐚𝐧: ahh tysm for reading, especially if you are new to my writing. enjin brain rot is lethal. i needed to get this outta my system! jjk girlies forgive me for straying from my wip list and kinktober lol. definitely down to write more of him. i have a p2 and another enjin story (an AU) idea. but i have to focus on my jjk kinktober now! ♡

Absolutely miserable, both young men held onto the remains of their precious vital instruments in pure agonizing defeat. The life has been completely drained out of them due to the damage of their most precious treasures but thankfully there’s a special giver in HQ that can fix their problems. Rudo’s depressed due to the large hole in his gloves, exposing his scarred hands to the rest of the team members. He tries his best to hide it opting to hold them behind his back until the gloves could be repaired. Zanka on the other hand is much more upset about the situation, to everyone’s shock he’s actually arguing with Enjin who’s refusing to take them to the person they need.

“She’s busy. You’ll just have to wait till Bossman shows up to personally take them to her himself.”, Enjin sighs hoping it’d be enough to deter Zanka from visiting anyways.

Riyo sighs and begins to fidget with the pivot screw on her scissors until half of it falls to the ground loudly. Everyone turns to her and Enjin growls quickly realizing what she’s done, “Whoopsie, looks like I also gotta pay a visit to the Den Mother.”, Riyo giggled mischievously.

“Riyo you did that on purpose!”, Enjin growled.

Rudo was curious about this “Den Mother” person, but he was more curious by Enjin’s sudden reaction.

“Who’s the Den Mother?”

The three cleaners all turned to Rudo with mixed expression, Enjin turned paway unable to face Rudo with his pained expression. Riyo and Zanka both shared a look before smiling and cheering, “The angel of the Cleaners.”

Despite his hesitancy Enjin succumbed to the peer pressure of the younger cleaners and quietly led them to a room on the upper floor of the HQ building. Most of them had never come up this far but Riyo and Zanka seemed more than excited to see the “Den Mother”.

“Be quick, she’s a busy woman. Last thing we need to do is bother her and take up too much of her time.”, Enjin warned in a cold tone.

Riyo scoffed already preparing to start small talk with one of her favorite people on base, “Just cuz you two aren’t on talking terms doesn’t mean we’re all punished. (Y/n) adores the rest of us and I bet the moment she lays her eyes a lil Rudo here she’ll be falling in love all over again.”

Rudo’s face flushed red at the mention of the word love, being loved was still such a foreign concept to him especially if it was love from a woman! Zanka smirked at Rudo’s flustered face and prepared to tease him until the loud noise of a sewing machine caught everyone’s attention.

“Seems she’s busy with something.”, Enjin sighed.

Riyo smiled and quickly kicked the door open to the room that the sound was coming from, “Heya (Y/n)! What’s up girl, it’s been a while.”

The sound of the sewing machine quickly stopped just as the rest of the group filed into the sewing room. Outfits and fabrics were neatly hung on racks or shelved for later use, the room looked chaotic but fun if they were being honest.

“Riyo! Zanka! My two favorite fledglings!”, a woman cheered lunging at the two cleaners with open arms.

Both teens happily embraced you, eventually you let go and checked over both of them. You knew they were fresh from a mission so it wouldn’t surprise you to find an injury or two on either of them. Rudo stayed back next to Enjin, his ruby eyes focused on the tight clench of Enjin’s jaw and the saddened look his eyes. Eventually you noticed the other two men in the room with you, your eyes focused in on Rudo but never once did you look up at Enjin.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing my favorite cleaners?”, you asked, finally pulling away to return to your chair. Zanka raised up his broken staff to you, and Riyo smiled while she showed off her scissor, you struggled to hold in your laugh a bit and turned away trying to be professional.

“Rudo and I got into a bit of trouble during the last mission, think you could fix these up for us?”, Zanka asked with a cheerful smile.

You nodded your head and gently began to pull the hairpin from bun which made your hair fall along your back, a (f/c) light enveloped the pin making it change into a long sewing needle.

“You first sweet boy, let’s fix up your staff.”, you hummed happily.

Zanka’s face reddened at the pet name , he tried to keep the goofy grin off his face but he couldn’t. He lifted the two pieces of his staff up to you, leaving just enough space for you to see the crack in wood. You whistled which made your sewing needle move on its own, a (f/c) thread began to sew the broken part of the staff. With a quick tug the break in the wood was sealed shut, “There we go. Quick and easy, just one last touch.”, you smiled tapping the staff with your needle which quickly encased it with your anima. Zanka waited for your signal, activating his powers over the staff until it transformed into its attack mode.

“It’s fixed! Oh (Y/n) you are a lifesaver!”, Zanka cheered lunging at you for another tight embrace.

You smiled again in his arms, happy to receive any form of physical affection you could get in this desolate wasteland you called home. Rudo was completely in awe of your power but still far too intimidated to ask for your help.

“You can walk up to her, she won’t bite.”, Enjin’s voice was so soft Rudo almost didn’t recognize it was him speaking.

Ruby eyes quickly focused on the saddened expression on Enjin’s face, “You two got some bad history or what man? I’ve never seen you so down in the dumps before.”, Rudo asked quietly.

Enjin sighed and pushed Rudo forward, “Don’t stick your nose where it doesn’t belong.”, was all Enjin could muster up as a response.

Your eyes finally focused on Rudo, you were curious about him but he seemed a bit overwhelmed by you. “And who might you be?”, you hummed playfully already knowing who he was.

“M-My na-name’s Rudo. Pl-pleasure…I mean please fix my gloves.”, Rudo stumbled terribly over his words, he was so embarrassed that he couldn’t speak to you properly.

“Gloves huh? Easy enough to fix the patch ripped open, can you take them off darling?”, you asked sweetly, your needle already in your hand to stitch up his gloves.

Rudo hesitated, a bit self conscious of the state of hands but a gentle nudge from Riyo was all he needed to cough up his gloves. He took both of them off slowly revealing his scars to you, your smile quickly disappeared, you took the gloves from him then gently placed your hands under his to examine them.

“Got a story for these? Seems painful.”, you whispered, rage boiling inside you.

Rudo looked away sheepishly, “Just shitty parents, sorry if they gross you out.”, he explains vaguely trying to take his hands back from you.

You nod accepting his answer, you patch up his gloves quickly pumping some of your anima energy into the inner lining of the gloves to offer him some sort of comfort. Rudo’s mesmerized by your focus, before he knows it you’re done, the stitches of your anima slowly disappeared into the glove until it’s back to its original state. You slowly slip them back onto his hands, giving them each a gentle squeeze before scooting back in your chair.

“Alright Rudo, I need you to activate your powers now. My abilities are a bit strange, to make my work permanent I need people to seal up the cracks in my anima with their own. So go ahead and show me whatcha got.”, you smiled sweetly.

Rudo stared at his gloves and frowned, without something to recycle he couldn’t activate his powers willingly. Naturally, you were unaware of this and assumed he hadn’t liked your work. “Riyo, give Rudo your scissors so he can start up his powers.”, Enjin’s voice broke the awkward silence in the room.

Riyo smirked and happily handed Rudo her broken scissors just so you could see his powers at work. With the scissors in hand a dark red energy began to glow from his gloves, the fine (f/c) stitches of your anima slowly sealed shut as his own encased the gloves and shaped the scissors into a pair of matching scissor blades.

“Oh that’s insane.”, you gawked in surprise.

“Yup, that’s good old Rudo for ya. He’s the newest Giver to my team, picked him fresh out the trash.”, Enjin grinned trying to start up a conversation with you.

Your eyes, those lovely passionate (e/c) eyes that once loved him, sharpened into a tight glare. Your smile dropped at the very sound of his voice, which made Enjin’s body twitch.

“H-Hey don’t be so cruel Mama, you’re embarrassing me here.”, he tried to joke, only for you to scoff at him.

“Trust me being desperate is the least of your problems. Rudo, baby boy, mind giving me back Riyo’s scissors so I can fix em?”, Rudo’s face flushed red but he handed you the scissors anyways, “Thanks lovely. Riyo give me back the screw for your scissors, don’t think I didn’t catch you playing with it while I was working.”

Riyo giggled mischievously at you, she happily handed you the pivot screw she’d been holding just as her scissors returned to normal in your hand. Enjin’s frown deepened seeing you so distant with him, he expected it sure but he didn’t think you’d be this cold towards him after all this time. Riyo seemed to notice his longing gaze and nudged him with her elbow just to get a rise out of him. While you worked your magic on Riyo’s vital instrument the others explored your workshop with curiosity. Rudo was mesmerized by the clothes you’d been working on, Zanka whistled at the amount of vital instruments you had to work on, and Enjin slowly walked along the walls looking at all the pictures you had hung up. A specific one caught his attention, a photo of you and him smiling together, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist while one of your hands lovingly cupped his cheek. It was a random photo he’d taken long ago when you two once loved each other. Young love, messy, unstable, passionate, beautiful, he wasn’t sure why he ended it but in the end this distance was made because he broke your heart. While hyper focused on the framed photo Enjin fails to notice someone walking up to him until a gentle hand flips the photo over so the back now faces him. His golden eyes turn sharply to meet (e/c) ones he once adored, “(Y/n) I-“

“Their business is done here, get out of my workshop.”, you mumbled pointing to the door, Enjin stuttered some more attempting to get a word in but even Zanka knew that this was a lost cause. With one quick swing of his staff he’d managed to knock Enjin back towards the door.

“Thanks again (N/n), we’ll see you in mess hall for dinner.”, Zanka smiled, waving goodbye as he dragged his idol out by his collar.

“Don’t be a stranger.”, Riyo hummed pulling Rudo along.

You smile and waved them goodbye, the door slowly creaking shut until you were finally left alone. In the hallway the others closely watched Enjin and his reactions, the blonde was upset. Rudo, being the poor innocent romantically clueless soul he was, unknowingly poked the bear when he asked, “Enjin ya good? You’re being weird, is this about (Y/n)?”

“What did I tell ya about sticking your nose in other people’s business Rudo? It ain’t got nothing to do with her so quit bugging!”, Enjin roared angrily.

Riyo chuckled at her mentor’s reaction, “Rudo, do you know what kinda woman Enjin prefers? I’ll remind you, he likes women brainer then him, curvy, a little naughty, and very forgiving. Do you think (Y/n) fits those qualities?”

Rudo nodded innocently, personally you seemed like a proper woman so he was confused by your sudden change of character around Enjin. Riyo continued, “(Y/n) a freaking genius compared to most of us, she’s brilliant in combat and in weapon restoration. She’s got a playful and mischievous nature and she used to be very forgiving but she wasn’t stupid. Enjin kept pushing her boundaries, kept pissing her off, kept breaking her heart until eventually she couldn’t do it anymore. She broke up with him and he didn’t seem to understand why until she’d left.”

“Riyo, I said to hush up. No use airing out old laundry.”, Enjin growled.

Zanka hummed in amusement deciding to join in on the fun, “He still loves her, confessed it once when he was drunk.”

“Zanka!”

The three teens quickly scattered and ran ahead of the fuming blonde before he could do anything. Now alone Enjin couldn’t help but sigh in defeat, it was true and deep down he regrets what he’d done to you every single day. Golden eyes quickly peer down the hallway again, the door to your workshop now open as you slowly emerge from it. There in that dimly lit hall you seem to shine brighter than the small glimpses of the sun that manage to warm the Ground. You don’t notice him, maybe you do but you choose to ignore him for your own sanity. You begin to leave and the faintest whisper of your name spills from his lips, you stop but don’t look back. It’d hurt to much to see him again. You continue disappearing down the hall in the opposite direction and leave him alone to wallow in his shame, eventually he’s forced to move on.

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“If your work wasn’t so lazy then maybe she’d still be alive! She’s dying because you were jealous!”

“My work wasn’t lazy! She was being irrational and refused to listen to my orders, I didn’t send her out there to die!”

“You’re such a liar! I can’t believe I trusted you with her jinki, if I’d known you’d do this I would’ve just asked August to fix it!”

“I’m capable of doing my job, why’re blaming me for her stupidity! She’s critical not dead! Her inability to follow orders isn’t my fault!”

“Tch-I never should’ve loved a heartless,boring, woman like you. You’ll get us all killed one day, you mediocre smithy.”

“Get the hell out…get out and don’t come back! If you think I’m so bad at my job then don’t bring your stuff to me! Don’t show your face to me again, don’t even think I’ll forgive you anymore after this I’m done!”

The memories of that day startled Enjin awake from his sleep, his hand outstretched like that day when you’d kicked him out of your workshop. He knew he’d overdone it but even so he wished he could’ve taken it all back. The woman you’d argued over did in fact survive the mission but the damage was already done. You couldn’t bare to be near him anymore and just like that you were gone. Enjin missed you dearly, he’d never admit it but he knows he messed up. Time and time again you accepted his shameless words, you tolerated his wandering hands and flirtatious gestures, you loved each other but Enjin crossed a line that he couldn’t come back from. He liked getting little rises out of you, he liked breaking the calm and collected aura you had around you and because of that he would constantly break your heart by causing little arguments about your work. You were the Cleaner’s personal weaponsmith, through your jinki you could repair any damaged or broken weapons or vital instruments with ease. Enjin would often poke fun at your work, claiming it tacky and half hearted even when truthfully your work was one of a kind. During a mission gone wrong things were said that caused irreparable damage, Enjin lost you and you kept him at a distance just to ease your broken heart.

“Fucking idiot.”, Enjin mumbled to himself aloud.

“Ya sure are, ya fool.”, Semiu responded coldly.

Enjin glanced up to look at her before returning to his slump on the couch close to her desk. “You thinkin’ bout her again huh, poor stupid Enjin. Didn’t know how good ya had till ya lost it.”, she smirked.

“Semiu, why is that I seem to be able to bring people together here as cleaners but I can’t seem to keep a good woman by my side?”, Enjin asked, hoping for a serious answer.

“Cause you’re a fool.”

He raised his head once more, a deep frown and angry glare pointed directly at her. It’s not like she was wrong, he couldn’t help but sigh in defeat. Just then Semiu got a call for a mission request close to Canvas Town. The Mayor also asked for a special request, he asked for (Y/n) to be sent on this mission to fix Remlin’s vital instrument which had been damaged during the sudden arrival of a trash beast.

“Ya got it Mayor, (Y/n) will be sent out with members of Team Akuta to the site.”, Semiu’s voice was cool and collected as usual, she hung up the phone before touching her blood choker and summoning the cleaners she needed, “Emergency message to all Team Akuta members, report to the front desk immediately. (Y/n), get your ass outta ya workshop you’re heading out too baby girl.”

Within minutes all the members of Team Akuta had arrived at Semiu’s desk for the mission details as well as (Y/n). Zanka and Riyo both silently cheered upon seeing her.

“At least I get to hang out with the fledglings.”, you groaned, glaring at Enjin before looking away.

He winced back in the sofa before standing up straight to explain the mission details, everyone understood and loaded up into the jeep to head out. Zanka chose to sit up front with Enjin much to the blonde’s annoyance, he was hoping to see if you’d join him instead.

“(Y/n) can I style your hair real quick? I know you keep your pin in your hair but I gotta tie this up for you before we reach our destination.”, Riyo begged sweetly.

“Do you sweet face.”, you hummed popping something into your mouth. Rudo quickly recognized what you had but was too shy to ask for some of it. Naturally observant you offered him a few pieces of your candy with a soft smile.

Rudo happily obliged gulping down the pieces you’d given him, “Got a sweet tooth?”, you teased already knowing the answer.

“Um yeah, never had them a whole bunch back home so I’m kinda-“

“He’s a shitty little gremlin for them.”, Zanka added smugly.

Rudo was already glaring daggers at Zanka from his seat but you quickly reprimanded Zanka for his language, “Z watch your mouth, I’ve told you to play nice with newbies in the past.”, you hissed.

“S-sorry (Y/n).”, he squeaked.

Gris smiled in the backseat, “Oh how I’ve missed your motherly scolding. Seriously the fact that you still don’t have kids of your own is truly a sad thing, you’d be a wonderful mother sweetness.”

Enjin silently glared at Gris from the rear view mirror before looking to see your flushed face, “Haven’t found the right guy Gris.”, you sighed.

“Cuz ya stay cooped up in your workshop all day, I know you’re helping August with uniforms but you should give yourself more breaks. Dress up, go take a meal, find a lucky fella at one of the bars.”, Gris explained with a confident smirk.

Your eyes turned to look at Gris just as Riyo finished with your hair, “Sounds like you’re offering.”, you hummed.

Before Gris could reply the car screeched to a stop, everyone lurched forward from the unexpected break. You caught Riyo just as she fell forward and held Rudo back with your other arm so he wouldn’t slam his head on the seat in front of him.

“Look alive ladies, seems our target found us.”, Enjin growled, his expression dark.

You all adjusted your masks and exited the car, sure enough a trash beast littered in paint emerged from the nearby sands. Some kind of snake variant, Tomme began jotting down notes while the Givers on the team activated their vital instruments.

“(Y/n) stay back, this could get messy.”, Rudo extended an arm hoping to keep you behind him, he mistook your activated vital instrument for a non combatant weapon.

You ruffled the hood of his cleaners suit and stepped forward anyways, the shape of your sewing needle changed again. This time wrapping around her arm into what looked like missile launcher.

“(Y/n)’s one of our strongest combatants, she’s a sorcerer much like Remlin so her vital instrument takes many shapes.”, Zanka explained, “Try not to insult her by suggesting she’s a maiden in distress.”

Enjin stepped forward, “(Y/n), pin it down for us.”, he ordered.

“With pleasure.”, there was a wickedness to your voice, one the older cleaners recognize well, “Suture barrage.”

A sudden click from your arm launched the huge missile from your arm straight at the beast, the missile itself broke up into hundreds of tiny sewing needles, lined with strings of your hyper compressed anima. The needles bore into the limbs of the creature, sewing it straight into the ground.

“Showtime.”, you cheered under your mask.

The rest of the Givers rushed towards the beat all of them jumping into the air to attack the pinned beast from above. Riyo hit first, driving her scissors right into the beast’s head. Zanka hit second impaling the beast’s lower region with his assistaff. Finally Rudo delivered the final blow, activating his anima over a broken bear trap that reignited it back to life. The size of the trap expanded taking up a good chunk of the beast’s upper half before slamming shut on it, impaling it with its jagged blades until its core was destroyed.

“Damn.”, you gawked under your mask.

“They fight like they hate each other sometimes but these kids are some of the greatest fighters we got.”, Enjin explained to you.

“Hm sounds like someone I know.”

You rolled your eyes at him and looked away unaware of a smaller trash beast nearby that was just about to attack you, Enjin rushed at you grabbing you by your hips as he threw himself to the side to avoid the beast’s attack. You both quickly stood up, glaring at the beast for attacking you. A sharp whistle returned the embedded needles back to your launcher, reforming the missile. Enjin said nothing and simply charged at the beast with his Umbreaker, he drove a powerful thrust right into the creature’s head forcing it to lurch back in pain.

“Frenzy.”, you whispered firing your missile again right into the center of the beast’s chest. Your missile hit its target and exploded into hundreds of needles inside the creature’s body making into writhe in excruciating pain until its core was pierced and destroyed from the inside out.

No other beasts emerged, so for now two were deemed the targets. You all powered down and returned to the jeep since Canvas Town was still a necessary stop. Tomme had a small cut on her cheek that she was silently cleaning on her own in the back seat, “Need a quick fix?”, you asked her.

“If you don’t mind, please.”, she asked softly.

You nodded activating your vital instrument one more time for her, you touched her cheek with your needle letting your anima seal the cut along her cheek. With a small swipe of your finger over the cut it was gone.

“That’s a new trick.”, Enjin mumbled.

“Been working on healing techniques with Eishia, wanted to be a little more useful around headquarters ya know?”

Enjin’s eyes looked back at you through the rear view mirror once more, this time your eyes met his gaze. You both stared at each other in silence for a bit before he refocused his attention to the road. Gris and Riyo both chuckled softly at the tension between you two, it was obvious you both still had feelings for each other, you both were just too prideful to admit it. The cleaners soon arrived in Canvas Town and were welcomed with open arms by the Mayor. He explained the attack to the city’s walls by the two trash beasts that the team had already defeated, Remlin’s pen was broken in the process. You stared at the wall already hoping to get your hands dirty and help with restoration but Enjin grabbed you by your collar and dragged you along.

“Y’know you get sleepy after overexerting your powers, you’ve gotta fix Rem’s pen first and if you feel up to it then you can help with fixing the wall.”, Enjin’s tone was cold but etched with concern.

Sadly it was true, using your powers to heal was still so new to you that it did in fact drain a lot of energy out of you.

You sighed and accepted it, soon you met the mischievous Remlin and squealed in excitement seeing a child so young. You hugged Remlin tight and spun them around in excitement, “You’re the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, I just wanna put you in my pocket.”, you cheered.

Remlin blushed bright red at your embrace, “C-Could’ya fix my pen please? Can’t exactly be the town protector without it.”, Remlin asked politely.

You froze quickly remembering why you were all here, you let go and coughed awkwardly trying to compose yourself despite several of your teammate’s snickering at you. You fixed up Remlin’s pen easily, with it being such a small item, Remlin activated their anima to seal your work and sure enough it was fixed.

“Awesome thanks miss. Now I gotta go fix the wall and place a new protection spell.”, Remlin smiled ready to work.

You nodded your head and tried to stand up, you’d already overexerted yourself and began to lose your footing. You swayed and Enjin was quickly there to catch you, “You’ve done enough today, you need rest.”, Enjin sighed.

“J-Just one more thing to fix. I’ll rest once I’ve got the wall patched.”, your voice was weak, your skin paling from exhaustion.

Enjin clicked his tongue in annoyance, “(Y/n) stop. You ain’t got nothing to prove here, you’ve done your job just rel-“

“I’m not some mediocre smithy.”, you replied coldly, you stood your ground and walked out before Enjin could stop you.

The words he used against you all that time ago now echoed in his head, he hadn’t realized how much he’d hurt you by saying it all that time ago. “Mayor, if you have it, I’ll need rooms to stay the night for my team and I. She’s gonna faint on us after she’s done helping with repairs. The rest of you are clocked out for the time being, I’m gonna go help (Y/n).”, Enjin’s charismatic smile broke just as he said your name.

The room was silent after he left but Rudo had to be the one to break it, “Oh he’s still so down bad for her.”

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Nightfall fell over Canvas Town, everyone was peacefully asleep now but you were just waking up. You winced from the ache in your bones and slowly sat up, trying to figure out where you were. There was an unfamiliar weight in your right hand, a weight that felt familiar yet so strange. You looked down at your bedside to see Enjin fast asleep with his hand gently holding yours, he’d slept in a chair only allowing his head and hand to touch the bed you occupied.

A familiar warmth bloomed in your chest, it was a warmth you knew a long time ago. You sighed and slowly squeezed your hand trying to wake him, eventually he stirred awake and gazed up to see you conscious now.

“(Y/n)! How are you feeling?”, he asked, his cooler hands cupped your flushed cheeks checking for any signs of a fever.

“I’m fine Enjin, where are we?”, you asked, taking his hands off of you.

“Canvas Town, you fainted and I didn’t want to risk driving back to HQ with you unconscious and in the dark. The people of Canvas Town owe you a great debt for what you did for them today, you patched up the hole in the wall and fixed Remlin’s pen so they could recast the protective spell over the town.”, Enjin explained, he let out a defeated sigh, staring up at you with heartbroken eyes that only you would ever be allowed to see, “Sunshine, ya can’t keep working yourself to exhaustion like this. It’s not healthy and you need to be in top shape or I’ll be worrying about ya.”

Your face flushed red at his pet name, it was the one he called you all that time ago before the break up, “I’m not your Sunshine anymore. You don’t have to worry about me so much, I’ll be fine.”

“Do you think I stopped caring? Is that it? (Y/n) that day when we fought was the worst day of my life, I was out of line, you didn’t deserve any of that but that doesn’t change the fact that I fucking care. (Y/n) I can’t shut these feelings off, I still love you.”, Enjin confessed.

You shook your head, trying to ignore him as his cruel words from the past replayed in your mind. “No you don’t. You just feel guilty.”, you hissed, clutching at your bangs in distress.

Enjin took your hands in his, pressing them to his head instead, “If you’re gonna pull out your hair pull out mine instead, I’ve made ya suffer enough.”, he whispered to you, pressing his forehead to yours.

You avoided his gaze despite how close he was, “Why are you doing this now? It’s been almost a year since we broke up, I don’t want to play these games with you Enjin, I was never your type.”, you mumbled.

“Says who? I don’t think you’ve ever not been my ideal woman. It’s only ever been about you (Y/n), let me replace those mean words in your head with the words I should’ve said all that time ago.”, his husky voice echoed in your ears making your face flush red.

“Sh-shut up. No, absolutely not, you will not be-“, he pressed a nervous kiss to your lips, just to test the waters.

You were stunned into silence, your eyes blown open wide and your face as red as a tomato, “St-stop that. Th-that wa-wa-was uncalled f-for.”, you stuttered nervously trying to push his face away.

Enjin let out a soft laugh, “There’s my stuttering sunshine. God how I’ve missed ya.”, he confessed pressing a sweet kiss to your palm.

You pouted at him, ruffling his blonde locks to try and piss him off, it didn’t work though. Enjin leaned into your touch, letting you ruffle his hair just like old times until his hair hung low over his eyes.

“E-Enjin st-stop it.”

“I can’t get enough of ya, I’m sorry (Y/n). I’m sorry for making you think so low of yourself, I’m sorry for breaking your heart. I’m sorry for loving you so hard.”

A pathetic squeak fell from your lips as you attempted hide from him under the sheets. Enjin chuckled softly at your retreat and laid next to you on the bed, hugging your figure close to his body, “I forgot how cute you are. I forgot how perfect you are, my strong woman. Please forgive me, one last time baby. I’ll make things right, move ya right back into my quarters and let you decorate however you like.”, his praise stirred something inside of you.

“Stop it. I’m gonna go crazy.”, you whined.

“Yeah? Then go wild for me mama, I can take it, you know I can.”

You peeked at him from under the covers, a dark hunger glowed in your eyes, it was a look only he knew. A look he’d greedily hide away from the rest of the world, “Let’s make up baby. Forgive this old bastard one more time, and I promise I won’t let you down again~.”