Enjin had been acting fucking weird all day. Not the usual he went into his thinker phase or suddenly he flirted too hard with you again like he didn’t own your heart already.
Nah. This was concerning.
He barely looked at you over breakfast. Every time you smiled at him he’d stiffen like you’d thrown a knife instead of affection. When you brushed against his arm while passing him in the hallway he actually growled. A deep, rumbling, instinctive sound.
“Did you just growl at me?”
“No.”
“You literally did.”
“I coughed.”
“You coughed like an angry wolf?”
“Yeah.”
You stared. He stared back. Then he turned around so quickly he nearly walked into the wall.
“You’re so weird,” you muttered.
He made another strange noise - definitely another growl.
By dinner you were convinced something had happened. Maybe he’d gotten into a fight. Maybe he was possessed.
You pushed a bowl of rice toward him. “Babe? Are you mad at me?”
“What?” he barked out.
“You’ve been avoiding me all day.”
“I’m not.”
“You growled.”
“I absolutely didn’t.”
“You did.”
“That was… indigestion.”
“Indigestion growls now?”
“Apparently.”
The silence that followed was painful. Had you scratching your head confused what was going on with your man. “I don’t know what I did, but if you’re upset—”
“I’m not upset!” he answered far too quickly, then he went pale. “Shit!”
“What?” you frowned.
He stood so abruptly his chair screeched against the floor as his hands disappeared into his jacket pocket. You watched him wrestle with something while his face had turned bright red.
“Enjin?”
He pulled out a tiny velvet box and your eyes widened. “Oh.”
“Oh?” he echoed weakly.
He looked like his soul had left his body. Without warning he dropped to one knee. Panic flooded his face and he went up and down on his knee like some odd workout. Then he dropped to both knees.
“I forgot which knee.”
“What?”
You bit your lip so hard it hurt to keep you from smiling, laughing, crying and everything in between. Meanwhile poor guy was breathing like he’d just sprinted a marathon.
His fingers fumbled opening the ring box and yeah…
The ring launched out like it had been fired from a slingshot. Ping. It bounced off your water glass. Ping. Hit the table. Ping. And landed directly in your lap.
Enjin stared at it. You stared at it.
“I meant to do that,” he lied.
“You absolutely didn’t.”
“I absolutely didn’t.” his shoulders slumped and he looked genuinely miserable. “I had a speech.”
“You did?”
“I memorized it.”
“What happened to it?”
“I saw you,” he huffed. “My brain stopped working.”
You couldn’t help the cute little giggle slipping from your mouth. Somehow this giant, confident menace of a man had completely fallen apart over asking you one question.
“I’ve been trying all day.”
“Trying?”
“Not to ask too early.”
“The growling?”
“I was stressed.”
“The avoiding me?”
“I thought if I looked at you too long I’d blurt it out.”
You smiled so hard your cheeks hurt. He looked up at you with the most helpless expression you’d ever seen.
“Please?”
That was it. Not will you marry me - just “please?”
You picked up the ring from your lap with a smile and stepped around the table. You crouched until you were eye level with him, still kneeling awkwardly on both knees.
“You know,” you whispered, trying not to laugh again, “This is probably the worst proposal in history.”
“Yeah.”
“But it’s my favorite.”
“Really?”
“The answer is yes. I want to marry you, Enjin,” you kissed him softly.
His mouth opened and you prepared for the speech he had prepared. He then made that weird little growling noise again.
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If you asked Enjin a week ago whether he was an ass or boob guy, he would reply ass, one hundred percent.
If you asked him today? He’s a thigh guy.
Seeing you in those black thigh-highs, the way the cotton hugged the fat of your flesh and squished it drove him insane. Enjin never once dreamt of being so into your thighs, sure he found every part of you hot, but this was definitely a first.
“Ah shit, babe. You’re so soft. How are you so soft?” He moaned into the air, head tipping back as he slowly rocked his hips into the plush of your thighs.
He had you bent over the sink, thighs pressed together as he humped into them like a man possessed.
His drooling tip peeked out from between your thighs with every forward thrust of his hips, predribbling onto your skin in the process. You felt his dick glide over your bare cunt with every thrust, your slick only making his movements more fluid.
“Ngh — Enjin! Stop teasing and just fuck me already,” you whined, face scrunching up into the cutest pout. He shook his head, “Can’t, baby. Your thighs are a godsend.“
You mewled as his tip bumped your clit, sending shockwaves through your body. He began to speed up, fucking your thighs with more effort now.
The room filled with the lewd sound of skin on skin mingling with your shared moans. Enjin’s inked hands gripped your thighs, squeezing the flesh so hard that they would surely be bruised by morning.
“Hah,” he drawled, “You feel so good like this. Maybe we should do this more often. These are way sexier than socks…”
You nodded along, squeezing your thighs together, which earned you a strangled moan from Enjin. He looked so hot like this, blonde hair falling loosely over his forehead, sweat beading down his neck.
Just from how dishevelled he looked, you knew he was close. “Enjin,” you practically purred, “Please give me it. Want you to ruin these,” motioning towards the thigh-highs. Enjin growled, upping his pace as he neared his high.
“Yeah? Gonna ruin these cute socks, paint them white for you.” His eyes rolled back obscenely, a groan caught in his throat.
You could feel the sticky residue of his pre mixing with your own slick coating your inner thighs.
Enjin was going feral over your thighs. His high was building faster than expected. I mean, could you blame him? You looked so damn cute in those socks, and your thighs felt unreal. “‘M so close,” he warned, head dropping to your shoulder to bite and suckle at your skin.
“Cum for me, baby.”
And with your words, Enjin’s hips stilled as he came in hot spurts. A choked whimper escaped him as he coated your thighs and socks with his cum. White ropes covered the black cotton, staining the fabric.
“You’re going to have to buy me new ones…” You mumbled grumpily.
He only shrugged, “Was already planning on it, babe.”
a/n: enjinholic over here (it’s me. i’m the enjinholic.)
thinking abt babydad enjin who’s currently away on a mission — and you, his very pregnant girl, who’s in the middle of a hormonal breakdown because he isn’t here.
you’re in the infirmary with eishia and semiu, who’re desperately trying to get you to calm down before something in you bursts and puts you and the baby in danger.
“enjin’ll be back soon, i know it.”
“where is enjinnn?” you wail, fat tears rolling down your cheeks while you’re sprawled over a cot. your chest heaves with sobs, and semiu and eishia share a worried glance.
“do you want anything? i can get you something from the markets, or…?” semiu attempts to reason with you, taking a step towards the bed.
you shake your head slowly, blinking at her with glossy eyes. “i just want enjin. where is he?”
“he’s out on a mission, darling. he—“
semiu stops in her tracks, looking like she just got the best idea ever. she peers at eishia, then back to you.
“what’re you doing?” you ask weakly, sniffling.
“just trust me. i know what’ll make you feel better.”
semiu’s hands come up to her choker. she presses the button, waits a bit. then, a familiar voice comes through her choker.
“go for enjin.”
you immediately perk up at the sound of his voice, tears still pricking your face.
“enjin,” semiu hums. “got someone wanting to talk to you. awfully emotional.” she walks towards you with a knowing smile, sitting on the stool next to your bed.
“en’,” you mumble loud enough for the choker to catch it. “baby? what’s the matter?” he cooes, causing your lower lip to tremble.
“i miss you.”
“miss me, huh? i miss you too. what’s this about you being so upset?”
“it’s nothing. it’s stupid. i just—“ you begin to ramble, but not for long before you’re cut off.
“uh-uh. nothing you say is stupid. now, tell me.”
you’re silent for a moment, biting the inside of your cheek. “i wake up and you’re not even here.” your voice rises and cracks simultaneously.
“i wanted you next to me, and you left me here. left me here to die.” you sob, and you can hear his breath hitch, just barely.
“what?” he blurts.
“to die alone here carrying your child.”
“i can’t just skip missions, babe.”
“you should’ve blown the beast up with your mind. but you want to leave me instead.”
“sweetie, i did not—“
“you did!”
enjin laughs wholeheartedly. you can already imagine the wide grin that he’s probably wearing right now. “boo, no. i didn’t want to leave you. hell, i wouldn’t leave, ever. but i have to work when i’m sent off.”
you sniffle loud enough for his heart to break on the opposite end of the choker. he could swear you heard it.
“come on, doll. if it were up to me, i’d block out all of the missions i would have to go on until i get to hold our little one in my arms.”
his words make you freeze, and they somehow make you feel a little better. even though he still abandoned you.
“i’m on my way back now, okay? i’ll bring you your favorite snacks and we can cuddle. how does that sound?”
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drabble hc idk wtf to call it but giving enjin sloppy head while he recovers in the hospital and he can’t get even look down at you bc of the neck brace
imagine being so fucking mad at enjin for almost dying. like you genuinely get it why he did it and still—
“have you even thought about me?” you snap at him while he lays there.
neck brace, eyes heavily lidded and some rest smoke curling from his lips. “babe—“
“no. don’t babe me. i’m so mad.”
then because it absolutely makes sense you push the blanket down. enjin’s dick twitches already, because his dick knows you better than enjin actually does 🙂↕️
you sneer before spitting right onto his cock. a fat glob of spit running down his length and that man is whimpering. he actually tries to escape you, like he has any chance against your greedy mouth.
you swallow him, gag, drool and suck him with the precision of an assassin. man’s done. whimpering. drooling too. eyes rolled back. eyes at the ceiling, because he can’t look down. he can’t see your beautiful face being stuffed, because of that dumb neck brace.
kills him on the inside. is also the hottest thing ever. but then he hears your little sob, because you had been so terrified of losing him and he reaches down blindly. his big hand engulfs your face, caressing your cheek as you still bob up and down on his shaft.
enjin cums so pathetically fast and when you pull back he’s greeted with the sight of your red cried eyes and some cum that splattered against your lips.
fuck fuck fuck. he needs to kiss you and promise sweet nothings and just hold you. but then you just disappear, leaving him with the blanket pushed back and his spit covered dick hanging out.
enjin struggles with his confidence once he falls head over heels for your pretty self.
Enjin hated mirrors. He knew exactly what people saw when they looked at him.
The tattoos that crawled over his skin like spilled ink. The smell of smoke that clung into his clothes. The rough features and the large scar on his skull. Hands that looked better suited for fighting than to hold something beautiful.
He fit the pit and it had never been a problem until you.
You looked like something untouched by all of this. Where grime stained the walls and nearly everyone carried exhaustion beneath their eyes you somehow stayed pristine.
He didn’t even mean this in a bad way. You weren’t spoiled like the Nijikus or acted above everyone else. You were just neat.
Your clothes were always clean, layered and styled. Trimmed nails and hair that never looked tangled - even after missions. You smelled faintly like soap instead of smoke and blood and rust.
The first time Enjin saw you fixing the collar of your coat in a cracked mirror he genuinely thought you had gotten lost. Someone like you should’ve been up in the sphere - not down here beside people like him.
He cringed at himself for thinking that way. You were kind and talked to everyone the same way. Not once you had acted superior.
No, you were found joking around with the cleaners. You sat with rudo and the kids to doodle and share snacks. Enjin had once seen you sewing riyo’s jacket with a tiny sewing kit you carried around.
You belonged here more than most people. Still, Enjin’s brain couldn’t stop thinking about the difference between you and him.
Somehow his brain also added Gris to the mix. Gris with his composed appearance and smooth confidence. Gris who looked out together with his shiny blond hair. Gris who could stand beside you and just fit there.
Enjin compared himself to his friend a lot after meeting you. The ash that clung to his fingers. That he has really prominent knuckles. His tattoos that covered part of the truth and could been seen as aggressive to someone polished as you.
You didn’t smoke. Fuck, the smoking.
One night he caught sight of himself in a window reflection while lighting a cigarette and immediately put it out.
Zanka got real nervous watching this. “Are you sick?”
Enjin scoffed. “Shut up.”
But afterward he stared at the crushed cigarette under his boot and wondered if you hated the smell.
It got worse over time. Every little interaction sat under his skin for days.
He watched you smiling at Gris. Once you adjusted follo’s collar while talking to him.
It was the fucking fact that you looked so natural standing beside people who looked cleaner, calmer, prettier.
Enjin started avoiding you without even meaning to. Fuck. It wasn’t his intention, okay?
But he’d leave rooms. Stood further away during meetings or just hang outs. He pretended to be busy. Because each time you smiled at him hope blossomed in his chest.
Hope was a dangerous for someone like him.
The thing he failed to realize was that you noticed his absence.
Your expression fell a bit when he stopped sitting beside you or how he stopped joking around with you. He didn’t tease you at all anymore and you didn’t knew why.
Maybe you had upset him somehow
At first you thought maybe you’d upset him somehow until semiu spilled the beans, having mercy with the two of you.
“Dude’s losing his mind because he thinks you’d prefer Gris.”
“What?”
“You didn’t know, huh? I’m not surprised. Dude’s not known for talking about his feelings.
Suddenly everything made sense to you. And oh, your face grew warm. That was something you could work with and finally talk to him.
In the evening you got your chance when you found Enjin alone on the roof of headquarters, leaning against the railing while smoke curled into the air beside him.
You walked over quietly. “Can I sit here?”
Poor man nearly jumped as he stared at you. “Yeah. Sure.”
You sat beside him and for a moment neither of you spoke. Then you reached over, plucked the cigarette from his fingers, and took the last drag of it. Enjin stared at you in absolute horror.
“That was my last one.”
“You can survive.”
A weak laugh escaped him as he shook the head. You snipped the cig bud over the railing and it was so unlike you. He liked it.
You glanced at him carefully. “Why have you been avoiding me?”
“I haven’t.”
“You have.”
“A little.”
“Why?”
Enjin rubbed a hand over his face.
‘because you’re too pretty for me. Because standing beside you makes me feel filthy. Because I look at Gris and think yeah, obviously you’d pick someone like him.’
He couldn’t say any of that aloud. So instead he shrugged roughly. “You just seem more comfortable around cleaner guys.”
The second the words left his mouth he regretted them. You blinked confused.
“Cleaner guys?”
“Y’know.” he gestured vaguely at himself. “Less… this.”
Oh he sounded so fucking bitter. You stared at him for several long seconds before realization softened your face.
“Oh.”
Shit. Can he please rewind and push all the words back into his throat? His jaw twitched as he spoke up again.
“You don’t gotta pretend or anything. I know what I look like.”
“Enjin.”
“You and Gris make more sense.”
“Enjin.”
“He’s—”
“Enjin.”
Your hand grabbed his wrist firmly. It shut him up instantly.
“You really think I’d choose someone based on how polished they look? Do you really think so low of me?”
He didn’t answer, because yes. No. Yes. But he didn’t think low of you.
You sighed softly, thumb brushing against the tattoos on his wrist. “I like your tattoos and those hoops in your ears.”
“What?”
“And your hands,” you smiled softly. “They look warm.”
Something genuinely helpless crossed his face. Nobody had ever described him as warm before. He knew he was the connection for many of them, but being described as warm was new.
“And for the record,” you added quieter now, “You’re really handsome.”
What?
His entire body went still. Handsome? Him? You weren’t lying either. He saw you once lying. It was terrible.
Heat climbed violently up his neck. “You can’t just say stuff like that.”
“Why not? It’s true.”
“No it isn’t.”
“It is.”
“You need your eyes checked.”
You laughed softly and the sound nearly killed him. Suddenly all those awful thoughts in his head felt quieter.
You shifted closer until your shoulder bumped his and you rested your head against his shoulder. Not caring that you smudged your pants on the dirty roof or that he cleaned his coat, well, many many moons ago the last time.
“I don’t care if you smoke,” you murmured. “Or if you’re rough around the edges. None of that scares me.”
“You should be scared,” Enjin whispered.
“I’m not.”
Enjin looked down at your hand still resting over his tattooed wrist and felt something painful bloom in his chest. Again the hope, but this time it didn’t feel ugly.
“Give me a chance,” you added quietly. “I’m more than clean clothes like I know you’re more than tattoos and cigarettes.”
Enjin looked at you for a long time and then he did the only right thing. He turned his hand around and interlocked your fingers together. “Okay.”
mid sleep, you tussle slightly, mumble tiredly as you feel your bed dip and shuffle a bit, your tired eyes slowly — faintly, flutter open. your body stills when two languid pair of arms drape along your stomach, pulling you back into a looming, balmy stature laid out comfortably behind you. your hazy eyes glances over your shoulder, noticing the familiar strands of deep chiffon trickle along the side of your head. you sigh, try to utter a firm word but quick to be silenced with a prompt tug around your body.
his face nudges close into the truffle of your hair, eyes closed and body still attached sturdily against your back. his fingers steadily interlock, keeping you both pressed together.
"En', you're suppose to be in the infirmary room...healing"
"Mmh...can heal...better...here"
your breath catches at the back of your throat when you feel his taller figure curl up against yours, making you mold into his curled-in shape, nestled ever so comfortably and rigidly. your hand emerges from the warmth of the pillow beneath your head and gingerly trail over to the touch of his grounding you mid-stomach. your heart flutters when you feel his pointing finger lazily entangles with yours, keeping it interlaced with his. you can only smile, wryly.
all you could do was nuzzle into his basking warmth and security. embracing his endearing presence.
"...missed you..." was all he could mutter before drifting off into a well needed deep slumber, heightening the already pestering fluttering of your stomach. your finger instinctively curls tighter around his, body sinking back into his body heat.
"...missed you too, dummy...I'm glad you're here" your hand engulfs over his, protectively.
"Enjin, this is — hah, hah — this is so stupid, let me go, you doofus!" you try to wriggle yourself out from being entangled with the tall blonde in the elongated length of his red sweatshirt, that completely swallowed your smaller figure. Enjin only grins mischievously, both massive inked hands sneaking over to cupping your ass, keeping you firm against his brawny body beneath the warming fabric and making silly kissing expressions against your blooming cheek.
"You know you like it girl, now shush and give your man a kiss, he's missed you!"
"No! ha! get — get away from me you dork!" you persist, as does his hands on your ass, squeezing them occasionally as he presses his lips firm against your warm cheek to the corner of your lifted lips. the thick material of his sweatshirt keeping you in his general vicinity, pushing and molding you in to his burly stature. the giggles slipping from your pretty lips betraying your false pretenses.
he doesn't let up, in fact, the more you squirmed about, the more encouraged he was on keeping you closer to him. and when he gets you to inevitably melt into his embrace, he'll slyly lean down, cup his palms under your thighs and swiftly hike up your body and lock your legs around his waist. smirking triumphantly from ear to ear as he gives you proper kisses to your cheek and your soft lips.
mid sleep, you tussle slightly, mumble tiredly as you feel your bed dip and shuffle a bit, your tired eyes slowly — faintly, flutter open. your body stills when two languid pair of arms drape along your stomach, pulling you back into a looming, balmy stature laid out comfortably behind you. your hazy eyes glances over your shoulder, noticing the familiar strands of deep chiffon trickle along the side of your head. you sigh, try to utter a firm word but quick to be silenced with a prompt tug around your body.
his face nudges close into the truffle of your hair, eyes closed and body still attached sturdily against your back. his fingers steadily interlock, keeping you both pressed together.
"En', you're suppose to be in the infirmary room...healing"
"Mmh...can heal...better...here"
your breath catches at the back of your throat when you feel his taller figure curl up against yours, making you mold into his curled-in shape, nestled ever so comfortably and rigidly. your hand emerges from the warmth of the pillow beneath your head and gingerly trail over to the touch of his grounding you mid-stomach. your heart flutters when you feel his pointing finger lazily entangles with yours, keeping it interlaced with his. you can only smile, wryly.
all you could do was nuzzle into his basking warmth and security. embracing his endearing presence.
"...missed you..." was all he could mutter before drifting off into a well needed deep slumber, heightening the already pestering fluttering of your stomach. your finger instinctively curls tighter around his, body sinking back into his body heat.
"...missed you too, dummy...I'm glad you're here" your hand engulfs over his, protectively.
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"Enjin...st-op, this is gr-gross" you wither restlessly on Enjin's wide lap, big tatted hands resting securely on the small of your back to push you further up against him whenever you squirmed about. he only grins wider, the corners of his lips curling up tighter, as his tongue continued to pruriently suckle onto yours, the wet sounds that he purposely made, only fueling that cringe fire burning in your stomach much more. but also, stirring that faint, undeniable thirst for more.
"Could've fooled me doll, I can practically feel you talkin' to me in Morse code on my lap" and he just bursts into fits of unfiltered laughter when he feels you smacking, biting and pulling at him for his foul retort. which just so happened...to be somewhat accurate.
❤︎ cw . . . reader x enjin, established relationship, mix of normal gachiakuta verse and modern au, overall enjin is a freaky ass slut for his pookie
❤︎ note . . . i am but a slut for a good, classic nsfw alphabet post, let alone if it's for our dearest enjin, so enjoy my whorish headcanons for one of our favorite blondies. also i figured since the text is broken up, it should be easy to read, but i'll be posting this on my ao3 too so you can see it in normal size since i know some of my fellow blind baddies struggle reading the tiny text LOL
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
after sex, enjin always starts off with some kind of stupid joke. you think it's annoying and that he's cringe, but it's his way of seeing how your feeling. if you respond with a scoff and a muffled giggle, he knows you're doing good and able to fully respond. if you respond with a cute little noise or huff, he knows your fucked out and that he gets to baby you until you come back fully to him. he's kissing all over your face, biting your cheek playfully, asking if you need a cigarette, water, and the moment he can see you can sort of use your legs, he's ushering you to go pee before getting too comfy because he knows you will try to get out of it
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
his favorite part of himself is his arms, and it's no thanks to the way you love to run your hands up and down them, cooing how pretty they are and that you love how his tattoos swirl on his skin, that they're so strong and solid, and the amount of times you bite them tells him you aren't lying. his favorite part of you is a tie between your neck and hips, because he loves kissing all over the sensitive skin of your neck, but loves gripping your hips, feeling how soft and squishy you are under his hands.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
he loves to cum on your pussy OR on your dick because he's a weird pervert who will then use his own cum to swirl circles into your clit or stroke your cock, chuckling under his breath when you whine about being too sensitive, but he knows you can give him one more so you can mix your release with his.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
sometimes, when you're away too long, he humps the bed while sniffing your pillow, using the scent of your shampoo to get himself off. yeah, he could use whatever underwear is in the laundry basket, but he gets sappy (and hard) thinking about the next time he'll be able to smell your shampoo when he leans down to kiss your forehead.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
very, very experienced, and he is unfront about it with you that yes, in his early twenties he was a bit of a sleaze that slept around a lot, using it as a way to deal with his emotions whenever he felt too much…and yes, he still is, but only with you now, and genuinely loves showing off he knows what he's doing, that he knows how to make you cum so much that you go stupid just for him.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
obsessed with riding, he loves watching you bounce in his lap, using him for your own pleasure. he doesn't care how you move, what you do, but being able to watch you lose yourself as you use him and his dick for your own pleasure, hands braced on his chest to bounce up and down is something he will never get tired of. and when you let out that cute whine of his name, hips barely moving except grinding back and forth on him because you're getting too close to keep going, he's immediately helping, planting his feet against the floor, bed, whatever surface he can use, and fucking up into you, making sure he can get you over that edge like you need.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
even if it's the meanest hate fuck or the sappiest, most love filled sex, he's always going to crack some kind of joke, some kind of tease that just makes you giggle and hold onto him a little tighter, curl into him a little more, and soften up just the right way.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
he's groomed well, but will never ever get rid of his happy trail, because it looks so fucking good paired with his tattoo and he KNOWS it. sometimes he throws out the idea of dying it to match the colors of his tattoo but he's lowkey paranoid about the scent of hair dye lingering around his dick.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
some days, enjin just needs to go slow, needs to be tender, needs you to really show how much you love him for being him, not because he's a cleaner, not because he's cocky, but because he's worth something to you. when he's like this, he's slow, gentle, giving deep, slow thrusts, pulling all the way out before pushing riiiight back in, kissing you constatnly. but even if it's the roughest, hate filled fuck, he's kissing you sweetly, pressing his forehead against yours as he glares into your eyes and constantly mutters "fuck, i love you, i love you so fucking much, you make me insane" because it's true. no matter how rought a session is, he's gotta say it, got to know this isn't just sex for him, that you are his and he is yours.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
he's really sexy when he jerks off, it kind of pisses me off. he'll casually be sitting near the window, cigarette in his hand and his cock in the other as he lazily strokes himself, his hand going up and down the full length with a wet schlick, schlick, schlick, and every time he focuses right on the tip, his head tips back as he exhales the smoke into the air, a deep groan following after. sometimes, if you show up, he'll beckon you over, having you lean in and give him a little kiss while his other hand is still moving…and he'll oh-so sweetly whisper,"c'mon baby, spit on it for me, get me wet a lil' more." and the fucking moan he lets out is so sexy, and his hand is suddenly speeding up. enjin's so debauched when he's masturbating, it's genuinely insane.
K = Kink (g: giving, r: receiving, b: both)
cumplay, face fucking, bukkake (g), lactation, spit kink, dacryphilia, scent kink, sensory deprevation, high heels, clothed sex, belly/throat bulge, light bondage (b), breathplay (b), brat taming (b), cock rings, edging (b), free use (b), overstimulation, face slapping (r), spanking (g), breeding, degradation, pet play, biting, play fighting, glory holes, praise kink (b), size difference, voyuerism, exhibitionism, daddy kink (r), mommy kink (g), orgasm control (b), somnophilia (b), humiliation (g)
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
if it's not in the back of a car, he loves fucking you in public. whether it's grabbing you and pulling you into a public restroom ("i know baby, its gross, i'll be quick though, c'mon, spread 'em for me") or in a cramped alley way ("shh, shh, c'mon, i gotcha, fuck, here? okay, yeah, yeahyeahyeah, jump up, 'm gonna fuck you against the wall"), he loves the thrill of possibly getting caught. and it's not just public-public spaces that he enjoys, but i'm talking his buddies are all gathered in your living room space of your little apartment and he's rutting into you against the kitchen countertop, knowing damn well they can hear you hiccuping back your moans and that if they turn their heads, they'll see your pretty face smushed against the counter, trying not to look at the poor flustered guys in your living room.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
what turns him on the most is your pleasure. he's absolutely obsessed with you and making you feel good, whether its sexually or romantically. you get happy because he did something for you and you smile at him? hard as a rock. you kiss him on the cheek before he has to leave to run errands or head to HQ? tip is leaking in his boxers. you tuck your panties into his pocket for good luck? he's fucking you in the doorway of your apartment before he leaves. your happiness is his ultimate turn on, and he lowkey hates it because it means you get him hard from the simplest of things.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
he's kind of iffy on the idea of getting physical with you, he doesn't know if he could ever slap you in the face. he'll slap your tits, your ass, your pussy, but he genuinely doesn't think he could ever bring himself to do it to your face, even if you begged him with those pretty eyes and cute pout. it just…makes me sad to think about you tearing up from the sting.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
while he always jokes that 69ing gives the best of both worlds, he's whipped for some pussy. the type to get upset when you pull away because its too much, because your overstimulated, but he's not done. he's making out with your pussy, giving big fat licks up and down the enitrety of it, two fingers spreading you open so he can lap up every drip of your slick that pours out of you, lips kissing all over your clit between mean sucks, mouth pressed against it as he licks it over and over and over again while he's pumping those thick fingers in and out of you, trying to coax more of your wetness out for him to lick up.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
for enjin, it all depends on what the 'vibe' is. for any normal sex, it starts off slow and ends up desperate, his hands gripping either you, the headboard, the sheets, whatever he can get a hold on as he practically growls out how much he loves you wrapped around him, his hips slapping into you at a quick pace. but if he's angry/pent up/frustrated? he's fucking you into the mattress and he's giving you deep, mean thrusts, his tip kissing your cervix as you can't do anything but take it. if he's sad/sappy/really happy, he's an absolute loser, kissing, whining, begging you to tell him you love him, kissing you before you can even finish your sentence as he just rolls his hips into you, barely pulling out of you as he pants into your mouth, his fingers laced with yours.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
enjin loves quickies and is obviously down for them whenever you are, but just know, that's just the appetizer. the quick shuffling of clothes to the side, just enough time for both of you to feel good, the hushed and hurried moans and curses, god, he lives for that, but it's not enough to leave him truly satisfied, he needs you completely bare, needs to have you loud and open about how good you feel, and will be back to make sure he gets the second part of your quickie.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
with you, he's down to try almost anything and everything. if it puts you in any genuine danger or health at risk, he's not gonna do it, but risky shit like fucking in public, using toys in public, sending a slutty picture to one of your shared friends you both know are into you? he's alllll for it.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
the amount of times he has made the joke 'i'm called enjin for a reason, baby' is sickening. he can last for a long fucking time, and the fact he loves his cock rings doesn't help. he refuses to cum until you do…at least 3 times, and he always aims to make you give him 5 orgasms. so he can make one round last 40 minutes to an hour and a half, but if you piss him off, you'll be locked in the bedroom all day and cumdrunk before he even puts his dick inside of you. his refractory period is a bit long, so once you make him cum, give him 10 minutes to get his baring back and he promises, he'll drag you through another hour long round all over again if you need him to.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
all the toys he owns are things he bought to test out on you. he's a freak, and an even bigger weirdo when it comes to seeing the different ways he can make you feel good. he's got bullet vibes, rabbit vibes, nipple clamps, handcuffs, ropes, dildos, suction toys, ball gags, blind folds, vibrating wands, bunny tail plugs, and all kinds of lubes. sure, he's got his cock rings he uses on himself, but otherwise he never really uses them on himself…but he's not against you getting the upper hand on him and getting those damn handcuffs on him and using the vibrators on his tip and the wands on his balls…not opposed to that at all.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
that's all he ever does, is tease. in private, in public, he's teasing you to get you riled up, and he especially loves it when his teasing makes you frustrated, makes you shove him away and huff his name in that stern voice, because he can feel how hot your skin is getting from all the dirty shit he's whispering in your ear, the way his hands are massaging your thighs, or the way he'll grope you a little bit before slipping away like nothing happens. he thinks you're cute when your frustrated and pent up, and won't give anything else until you come to him and admit you need him.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
lots of groans, choked moans of your name, sometimes a little whine here or there. oh, and absolutely loves loooooves dirty talking, making sure you can't hide from his words, even if you try to hide your face, he'll get nice and close to your face as he repeats himself, making sure you heard him. oh, but he pants like a fucking dog when he gets close, voice getting choked and raspier as he gets closer to cumming, all of his desperation for you really coming out in his voice so you can hear just how obsessed he is with you.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
he's really fucking gross and likes to make you cum all over him, soaking his clothes whether its his pants from making you grind against his thigh, or his shirt from making you squirt all over his mouth, he fucking loves the reactions he gets from his friends when they see him with a big ole grin and drenched shirt/sweats, and will 100% ask if they want to get a taste from his clothing like an ass.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
enjin is a shower, at a nice 7.3in/18.5cm and a nice thickness that makes it not too much…but it's still a lot. he's nice and veiny too, with a nice, thick one right on the underside that makes him twitch violently if you drag your tongue over it. but jesus christ the curve on it is demonic, it's curved so perfectly that no matter what you do, he always hits your sweet spot perfectly, his stupid, thick tip bullying against it everytime he's inside you.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
it's so high, he could be in the middle of bleeding out and you say you need him, he's some how putting the body power to stop the bleeding for a moment so he can make you cum. but realistically, he's genuinely always ready to go, and has made sure you know this because he's more than happy to be your outlet for him. and if you have the same energy, you could be in the middle of doing laundry in the most basic outfit ever and he's groaning as he tries to eat you out over those ugly, green pajama pants.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
the second enjin feels that you are settled in, he is out like a light. like, i'm talking you cuddle up to him and go to say something, he's fucking snoring in your ear, eyes partially open and drool dripping down his cheek already. it's so gross, he sleeps like a weirdo, but you can always tell you fucked him good too because you can't even wake him up by shaking him a bit. but don't feel bad for shaking him hard if he's snoring too loud, he'd be annoyed if he were you too.
Enjin returning back to HQ, reports to Corvus and when he enters his room he notices the mountain of blankets messily piled up in the far corner of his bed. it triggers a small smile and kicks the door behind him, makes his way to his bed and carefully entangles himself through the jungle of warmth and coziness that swallows your curled body. long, inked gentle arms delicately drape around your waist and pulls you into his body. his smile stretches further when he feels you nuzzle almost instinctively and naturally in to his familiar warmth and safety.
"...you know I don't like being touched during this time, En'..."
"mhmm."
"...and you know I hate it when I can't reject you."
"mhmm."
"...did you-"
"it's right over on the nightstand, along with some flowers I picked up along the way back because they made me think of you"
"...stop being perfect. and cheesy."
"impossible doll, now lets eat yeah? I know you haven't already yet, and don't even try to argue me that you haven't, I know ya too well sweetness"
and the prolong groan that escapes your throat makes him chuckle, carefully detangling you from the cozy nest of thick blankets and indulging the delicious meal he had brought you and admiring the gorgeous bouquet of vibrant tulips and lilies settled on his nightstand. eventually, going back to snuggling up into each other beneath the layered piles of blankets consuming the both of you. his big, warm palms diligently rubbing and massaging your stomach from the churning cramps.
NSFW (18+) — enjin loves when you play with his hair
enjin loves your hands—the softness of your fingers interlaced against his, warmth of your palm on his cheek when you’d pepper his face with kisses...and oh, he especially loved the sharp drag of your nails against the dark swirls of black and red on the contours of his back.
but what he loved the most was the feeling of your fingers carding through the short strands of his hair, scratching all over his scalp and the undercut below.
he was shameless, resting his head in your lap anytime, in any place—larger hands wrapping around your wrists to bring your hands to his hair, nuzzling into your touch like he was a six-foot something tabby cat.
you knew how much he loved it, knew all the secret spots that made him shiver underneath you, light pull on his hair drawing out the most delicious sounds from him.
and don’t get me started about when it was finally just the two of you, same pretty head of hair now nestled tight between the thickness of your thighs—eyes fluttering a little as he pressed two thick tattooed fingers into your slick walls, other hand squeezing at the fat of your ass.
you pulled at the front of his hairline, fingertips pressing against his scalp before tugging at the roots, soft groan vibrating right through you.
“look at me.” you murmured, pulling a little more to tip his head upwards, amber eyes lazy and lidded as he licked your slick off his lips.
“m’lookin…” his head dipped back down to bite your inner thigh, eyes flicking back up to watch your reaction, light shiver running through you.
“you like it when i play with your hair?” your hand traced back down over the small scar near his temple, pads of your fingertips passing over the smooth skin.
he hummed into your thigh, pressing a kiss into the crease where your leg met your pelvis.
“y’know i love it.”
you smiled. “still. it’s nice to hear…”
“you know what i like to hear?” he mused, lips curving up in a smile against your thigh before bringing his lips back up to your glistening pussy, tongue dragging up from your fluttering entrance to the tight bundle of nerves, pointing the tip of his tongue to draw little circles that made you twitch underneath him—grip on his hair getting even tighter in what was essentially becoming a positive feedback loop, drawn out groan vibrating against you causing you to whine in response. the two of you were feeding into each other, his mouth now fully slobbering over your clit, your fingernails tickling at the base of his head.
“m-moreeeeee!” you whined, choked sob caught in your throat as his fingers reentered your slick walls, drag of them pressing right up against your sweetspot making you feel so full.
he pulled away for a moment, fingers still pressing up inside of you. “now let me ask you another question."
"...you like it when i play with your pussy?”
and he curled his fingers against that gooey spot on your walls even more, eyes rolling back in response.
he clicked his tongue. “thought as much.”
then he dipped his head back down, lips puckering before letting out a wet splash of saliva—sloppy mixture of long, messy kisses and harsh suckles alongside his fingers bringing you closer and closer to the edge, broken groan into your heat only making the feeling of his mouth even more intense.
“wait m’gonna—"
his fingers sped up, one last lick before you drenched the lower half of his face with your slick, another hand moving to press down on your stomach to hold you still—mouth still glued over your clit, drawing out every last drop from you until your legs were left shaking underneath him.
eventually you lightly pushed his head back. “enough…”
he leaned back, head still leaning against your inner thigh as you continued to play with his hair.
“wait, go back to that spot…” he mumbled.
you pinched his ear in reprimand and the perverted fucker had the audacity to moan.
“so greedy,” you tutted.
then you went back to scratch at that spot. because you wanted to.
Enjin had seen a lot of things in his life. He had fought hundreds of trash beasts, survived tragedies that would’ve broken other people. Nothing had prepared him for this.
The infirmary had been separated by a curtain to give you privacy. It was quiet anyway, except for the soft little noises coming from the bundle in your arms. His daughter - even after hearing it a hundred times, his brain still couldn’t comprehend whenever he thought those words.
You looked exhausted, propped up against the hospital bed with messy hair and tired eyes. Yet somehow Enjin thought you had never looked more beautiful.
Then Semiu, who had been a huge help, helped position the baby. And… and suddenly your tiny daughter latched.
Enjin stopped functioning, complete shutdown.
Semiu and you were talking quietly. Your eyes focused on the first ever cleaner baby, who now made a tiny content noise.
Enjin heard absolutely none of it, because you were feeding your baby for the first time. Wow. His knees nearly gave out.
“Enjin.”
No response.
“Sweetheart?”
“Your husband looks like he’s about to cry,” Semiu hummed.
“I’m not,” Enjin immediately said.
His voice cracked halfway through the sentence. You looked over and found him standing there with suspiciously wet eyes.
“You’re crying.”
“I’m not crying.”
A tear rolled down his cheek and you giggled softly at your emotional husband. Who now wiped his face furiously.
“Okay, maybe a little.”
“A little?”
“A normal amount!”
Fuck it. He let the tears running down his face. Traitors they were, all of them. In awe he watched how your daughter’s hand reached out and rested against your chest. So small.
She couldn’t be real. She couldn’t be his.
“Look at her,” he whispered.
“I am.”
“No, I mean really look at her,” he shook the head. “That’s our little girl.”
You nodded smiling while Enjin moved closer until he was sitting carefully beside you. For a moment he simply watched as his daughter’s tiny cheeks moved as she nursed. Every now and then she made a little sleepy sound.
Enjin looked completely enchanted.
You had seen him fight without fear. You had seen him charge headfirst into danger. Yet right now he looked like a man witnessing a miracle.
Very gently he touched one tiny foot. Babygirl kicked him in return. Enjin gasped. “Did you see that?”
“She kicked you,” you giggled again.
“She knows me.”
“Enjin, she’s an hour old.”
“She knows me.”
There was absolutely no convincing him otherwise and of course he was right. He was her papa.
His hand found yours and your fingers laced together as you just watched her. The room settling into a peaceful silence. The baby drank sleepily while you rested against the pillows. And Enjin sat beside you looking happier than any human being.
After a while he leaned over and pressed a kiss to your temple. Then another. Then one more.
“What was that for?” you asked.
“For giving me her.”
“She’s yours too, you know.”
“I know.”
His gaze returned to the baby - his daughter and whole world. Then he looked back at you and the love in his expression was almost unbearable.
“Best thing I’ve ever done was fall in love with you.”
You felt your eyes sting, but before you could answer Enjin reached out gently to stroke the baby’s tiny head. Now you were crying too.
“She’s got your eyes,” you said and his smile grew even bigger if possible.
The baby made a sleepy little noise and Enjin immediately looked like he might cry all over again… which he did. Just a normal amount of course.
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Your hands are resting flat against Enjin's chest, both your heavy breaths and moans filling the room as you ride out the last of your orgasm, slower and slower until your hips come to a stop.
With one last sloppy kiss to his lips you collapse onto the mattress beside him, your arm draping over your eyes as you gasp for air, thoroughly spent.
“Haa… fuck.” you pant.
“That good, huh?” Enjin smirks, already reaching for the pack of cigarettes that's half buried beneath the condom wrappers on his nightstand. His tattooed back flexes with the movement, your hand moving on its own to gently drag your nails across the inked skin.
Then he eases onto his back again, lighting the last cigarette and inhaling the smoke.
You tilt your head to the side, shifting your arm just enough to watch him through heavy-lidded eyes. “Kinda underwhelming, actually.” you tease, reaching over to pluck the cigarette straight from his lips. “I've had better sex with my fingers.”
Enjin lets out a quiet huff of amusement, propping himself up on one elbow as he watches you take a drag. His eyes flick to your lips as they close around the filter, brow lifting slightly.
“Yeah?” A small, knowing smile pulls at his lips. “That's funny. Coulda sworn you were screaming on my ‘underwhelming’ dick just a minute ago. What was it you were saying again..?” he tilts his head, pitching his voice just enough to mimic your tone. ‘Oh, fuck, Enjin! harder!”
"Don't.” you shoot him a warning glare, inhaling and blowing the smoke through your mouth before passing the cigarette back to him, unimpressed.
"...oh my god, Enjin! You're so deep! ohhh right there, fuck, I think i’m gonna pee!”
"Shut up!” you laugh, smacking his bicep before dragging the sheets up over your face in embarrassment, your voice coming out muffled from beneath the fabric. “Ughh. I didn’t know I could do that, okay?” you admitted, peeking out just enough to glare at him. “...I'd never squirted before.”
“Mhm. I could tell.” Enjin’s grin deepens, that familiar cocky grin settling back as he takes a slow drag of his cigarette. His eyes lingers on yours for a beat before he leans over to stub it out in the ashtray.
"Hey!" you protest, shoving the sheets off your face. “I was still smoking that.”
Enjin snorts. “And I like your lungs the way they are, princess."
You don't even get a chance to argue before he's moving - a surprised yelp slipping from your lips when the sheets are suddenly yanked away entirely. Enjin climbs on top of you to steal a kiss, only to descend lower until his shoulders settle right between your thighs, his hands hooking under your legs and draping them over his arms.
“Enjin... what are you doing?”
He doesn't answer. All you can do is watch as he leans down to press a row of slow, deliberate kisses along your inner thigh and outer lips - inching closer to your sensitive clit every time. Then he pulls back just an inch, eyes locking onto yours as his thumbs slide into position, gently parting you.
"You're going to do it again." he smirks. "On my tongue this time."
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