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When the seasons changed - An Enjin Fanfic

Read the prologue first to get a handle of the story.

Part 1 | Part 2 (coming soon)

───⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

tw: smut, oral (f! receiving) , use of tobacco , alcohol, angst.

wc: 2.5 k

───⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

10 minutes have passed since I’ve joined their table. Apparently , to my surprise; these people were more bearable than Tamsy and Delmon. I’ve come to know the two blondes. Enjin and Gris . Then there was Zanka and Riyou , some kids Enjin recruited. They were so close that you’d say that they were his adopted children.

“So— how is it in the North Branch?” Says Enjin as he lights another cigarette. Inhaling the smoke then exhaling it.

“Not much different from here—“ I answer anxiously as I fidget a little with my fingers. “It’s just somehow smaller than this place , and usually colder..” I mumble as I look back at his face. He look at me while he takes a drag from the cigarette then nods “Heard at least that about it.” He exhales the smoke while looking at me then away .

“With that weather change I doubt the place won’t freeze ‘till mid spring.” Says Gris as he pats my back apologetically . Did they really pity us for such a minor thing?

“Regardless of that— most of the stuff there will need to be replaced if it actually freezes that bad; or if trash beasts destroy it themselves.” Zanka joins into the topic. “But hey that means you can move in here!” Riyou tries to be positive.

“Yeah..” I huff as I look down at my drink. My friend is here, sure, but what about Myu, it will be hard to hear from her if that happens.

As if Enjin sensed my nervousness he shots Riyou a glare. I quickly catch it and take Riyou’s side “You don’t have to look like that at her.. my mom’s at the South branch. I don’t have anything remaining there.” I gesture him that nothing’s too much of a burden for me.

Enjin looks at me for a second then chuckles. “If you say so..” with that he gets up and pats my head softly “Make yourself at home” he grins before he leaves out the huge door.

After chatting for 1 hour at the table, getting to know Tamsy and Delmon, even though Gris started to grow on me. He was always so nice and I couldn’t help but feel the same warmth I felt from Myu when I first met her. Something familiar in an unfamiliar place.

My first week there wasn’t bad, taking care of a trash beast here, another small infestation there. Same old routine.

“I’ve never seen a vital instrument like yours before, it feels unique” says Follo .

“I’d love to know the story behind it someday.” Adds Tomme, not really butting into my past. She knew someone’s past wasn’t to be revealed unless they do it themselves— so, until then— no questions. And obviously I respected that.

After parting ways with the supporters I go to chat with Semiu. To my disgusting surprise that woman was digging into porn magazines once again. I look down at her with a blunt expression, waiting for her to notice me.

“Oh, didn’t see you there.” She says nonchalantly, skipping a page.

“You’re really going to read that magazine with me here…?” I pout my words in a mumble , pointing at her directly.

“Everyone’s got their own pleasures, kid.” A manly voice interrupts. Enjin. I look up at him, who surprisingly wasn’t in his uniform but more like going out clothes. “What’cha got there girl.” He says trying to peak into Semiu’s magazine.

“Get your own magazine, Enjin.” She groans . Clearly annoyed by the man.

“Aww c‘mon. Don’t be so cruel , we’re friends, friends share!” He snorts, a shit eating grin appearing on his face.

I chuckle at the interaction and Enjin remembers I was actually there. “What are you up to for the weekend— uhh, Haruhana..— right?” He says ashamed that he didn’t remember my name.

“Yeah, that’s how it’s spelled— and nothing much, maybe I’ll just enjoy myself around.” I mumble while resting my elbows on the desk. “You?”

“Going to charm the ladies.” He winks. My face drops.

“Not again…” Semiu mumbles to herself.

“That seems fun..” I try to keep my smile.

“You guys are making me feel like a whore.” He starts whining as he rest his upper body on the desk, his right arm falling over his head.

“Cause that’s what you are.” Semiu adds and I cover my mouth so I don’t end up laughing.

“Ehhh, what are you trying not to laugh at!?” He scolds me.

“Nothing, Nothing.” I brush him off.

“Acting like you guys don’t enjoy sex or something…” oh gosh… “ How are you even, should we even talk about this around—“

“What are you even talking about! I’m literally 21!!” I shout at him annoyed.

“Huuuuuhhhh??!!!” He gasps, jaw dropping . “I thought you were the same age as Zanka!?” I raise an eyebrow .

“Oh goshhh…” Semiu groans as she rubs her temples.

“I don’t even look that young.” I whine. “Plus there is no difference at all in looks between 17 and 21…”

Enjin gave an apologetic smile as he straightened his posture. We chat for some more 10 minutes. Enjin wasn’t that bad to get along with— even though it felt that even at his 28 years of life, he was acting usually childish. Maybe too silly for his serious age. With a wave and dismissal he leaves in a happy pace towards the door, ready for a night hoeing around with ladies. If only his bad humor would help him. Doubt he knows how to flirt.

Besides Enjin being a community dick, me and Semiu went into a more reserved office and drank some wine together. Catching up on everything we’ve lost of each other’s life.

“I’ve had like— 2 girlfriends since I last saw you.” She says while sipping from the wine.

“Have you met some guys of your liking? I know you’re really picky.” I look down at my wine.

“Not really— it’s just— you know… and I’ve told you—“

“It’s okay.” She stops me . “I don’t want you to think of that ever again. It’s in the past. And you’re here, in the future, and that’s what you should think about only.” She comforts me, like old times, when we’d sit, drink alcohol behind Myu’s back and I’d tell her about my past. Semiu would look at me and brush her fingers through my hair , not interrupting any sentence. This evening wasn’t any different, only the fact that we were more mature, grown women.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

At the bar, Enjin takes a sip from his beer , then smoking, then drinking again. Gris joins him. “You’re awfully calm .” He remarks how Enjin was sitting calmly at the bar.

“Got something on my mind.”

“Someone you mean?”

“She’s just, curvy in all the right places.. plumpy..” he pauses. “And I really want to take a bite out of that plum—“

“Okay that’s cringe and enough.” Gris shakes his head as he laughs.

Enjin returns the laugh.

“It’s just that none of the women here seem my type y’know? And the only one that met the physical demands is there.”

“I think it’s better you keep it in your pants this time.” They both laugh at each other.

3 a.m.

Gosh I am so thirsty. I feel my neck go dry as I get up to get some water, or soda from the cafeteria. I put on an oversized blouse over my shorts and walk towards the cafeteria, they usually had the sodas there in a fridge so I could help myself with one. On my way there I see a familiar sillouette coming towards me.

“Got no sleep?” Enjin mocks, making his way towards me with that charming grin he had.

“No, not that, just woke up thirsty.” I say lowly , almost in a whisper as to not wake anyone up.

“You’re going to the cafeteria? I’ll come with ya.” He tilts his head in the way I was walking. We walk there in silence, then slowly open the doors . Craaackk. Gosh these needed to be oiled up.

“How comes you’re not still in the city?” I say something that was clearly not my bussiness, just to make conversation.

“Didn’t saw anything I liked really..” he mutters as I walk in front of him towards the fridge. Enjin looks me up and down from behind— tilting his head slightly just to peak at my ass a little , without me knowing. He pouts and whistles in his mind .

“Then maybe you’ll like something from here…” I mumble as I open the fridge. Getting some random soda can before leaving it open for him to choose his own. Oh clearly he already likes something from there, but that wasn’t not in that old rusty fridge.

Enjin grabs a can and we both sit down at a table. I take a pack of cigarettes and I open it carefully. Before lighting one myself I offer him one.

“Ya smoke?” He says somehow surprised. “Y’know it’s not good for you.”

I roll my eyes at the remark. “You smoke all the time..” I mumble with the cigarette in my mouth; ready to light it up. To my surprise Enjin refuses it, taking his own.

“You’re quite the person who likes sharing…” he says while lighting up his cigarette.

“I’ve been an only child, so sharing was something I always somehow longed to do..” I say before taking a drag for the cig.

“I see…” he looks me up and down again.

“Sooo..” I say trying to make it less awkward. “How was your night out?”

Enjin looks at me , taking another drag before speaking again. “Decent… but no fun tonight, otherwise I wouldn’t be here.” He chuckles . “What have you and Semiu been up to since i left?”

“Nothing much, drinking wine and catching up.” I exhale the smoke.

“Mhmm.” He moans that mhm that I feel my thighs getting that weird feeling.

“There were no ladies of my taste..” he whines . Such a random turn up of the topic that it left me stunned for a few seconds.

“What’s your type then..?” Stupid ass idiot , with that running mouth of yours who was just as fucking stupid as you.

“To be honest..” he pauses to smoke then exhales. “Good looking chicks, curvy…” he takes another drag— then exhales. “Not too clingy or needy … that annoys me— and not high maintenance” I nod at him as I leave my finished cig in the ashtray .

“Yours?” He suddenly adds up. Of course he would’ve.

“To be honest.. just mature men.. other than that I’m good.” Enjin looks a bit surprised.

“That’s all?”

“Yeah; why?”

“You’re not too picky huh. Just straight forward.”

“I mean. That should be the point.”

“But don’t you—?”

“No.” I interrupt him. “I’m not the type.”

Enjin looks at me with a hurtful pout as if I had just called him a whore. Which I would’ve, and maybe did.

“I’m not pointing at you, don’t worry. I’m just not really the type.” I giggle and Enjin gives me a genuine smile.

After finishing our drinks, Enjin walks with me to my room since we stayed on the same hall. Before reaching for the door handle I hear Enjin

“Haru.” We were having nicknames already.. I see.

“Hm?” I turn to him .

I feel him towering over me a little before reaching for some hair strand that was laying on my face, then turning that into his face cupping my left cheek with his right hand.

My face heats up as he leans in. “Enjin.” I say bluntly and he stops.

“ ‘m sorry m’am.” He says defeated already . “I just.”

“You just.”

“You know..”

“I know what?”

“Gosh you never shut that cheeky mouth of yours do you?”

With that Enjin cups my face, his face closing into mine, askimg me for permission with his eyes. And I give in, for what it felt like 2 minutes.

“I’m sorry.” I cup his face and I pull away.

“Wha-?”

“Goodnight Enjin.”

I turn to open the door then close it. What has gotten into me. I’ve barely known him. He is probably just some dude trying to get into my pants after all. He wouldn’t kiss me this soon!

I slap my face a little and go straight into bed. I need to sleep this off, it will only end bad on my side… it always did before.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

I turn and huff in bed, rubbing my face, rolling my hips. Something felts off.. and warm. I look down to see Enjin. Who was having the time of his life inbetween my legs.

“Gosh mama you taste s’good.” He moans into my wet and sloppy cunt. His nose rubbing up and down on my clit as he slurps and sucks on my juice without any shame.

“You ask me to come this late in your room just to get what you crave for..?” He pulls away, his face wet like a dog who just digged into his food like he has been starved.

“Enjin—“ I try say something but he dives right back in. High pitched moans leave my mouth and I feel my throat go dry. His tongue goes deeper into my cunt, searching for my sweet spot.

“So slutty, wishing for my tongue and fingers so deep inside of you that you call for me at this hour…” he mocks me again . I try to escape the extreme pleasure I was feeling,

“Enjin— how… when..” I whine as I feel his left arm wrap around my hips, keeping them from moving.

“You’re so melted on my tongue that you forgot calling me , mama?” He chuckles .

Gosh I don’t ever remember, but all I could think of was the way he was eating me out, how he was so into it that his hands went down to his boxers to jerk himself off. His tip now red from all the blood pumping into his cock. Gosh he was big, gifted in both girth and length. His precum dropping drastically as he jerked his hips into his own grip. As he keeps doing his tricks with his tongue , I can feel something in my belly, as if I was going to erupt all over him. I started moaning loudly, then—.

The light of the sunrise creeps up on my face. Waking me up slowly. What was— I check myself, my shorts drenched . Was I…? No I wasn’t…

Was I really having wet dreams already over some sexy ass dude I’ve just met almost 2 weeks ago… over a kiss..!

Hell….

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Note: sooooo, I was supposed to post this like— 2 days ago but this works as well . If their interaction feel rushed, well they should feel like that and that will make sense as I get deeper with the lore for their own stories so that whatever will happen in the future parts will make sense .

PLEASE don’t steal my work nor feed it to AI or even chat bots. . Ty very much :3 !!

Song I listened to while writing this

When the seasons changed - An Enjin Fanfic

Read the prologue first to get a handle of the story.

Part 1 | Part 2 (coming soon)

───⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

tw: smut, oral (f! receiving) , use of tobacco , alcohol, angst.

wc: 2.5 k

───⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

10 minutes have passed since I’ve joined their table. Apparently , to my surprise; these people were more bearable than Tamsy and Delmon. I’ve come to know the two blondes. Enjin and Gris . Then there was Zanka and Riyou , some kids Enjin recruited. They were so close that you’d say that they were his adopted children.

“So— how is it in the North Branch?” Says Enjin as he lights another cigarette. Inhaling the smoke then exhaling it.

“Not much different from here—“ I answer anxiously as I fidget a little with my fingers. “It’s just somehow smaller than this place , and usually colder..” I mumble as I look back at his face. He look at me while he takes a drag from the cigarette then nods “Heard at least that about it.” He exhales the smoke while looking at me then away .

“With that weather change I doubt the place won’t freeze ‘till mid spring.” Says Gris as he pats my back apologetically . Did they really pity us for such a minor thing?

“Regardless of that— most of the stuff there will need to be replaced if it actually freezes that bad; or if trash beasts destroy it themselves.” Zanka joins into the topic. “But hey that means you can move in here!” Riyou tries to be positive.

“Yeah..” I huff as I look down at my drink. My friend is here, sure, but what about Myu, it will be hard to hear from her if that happens.

As if Enjin sensed my nervousness he shots Riyou a glare. I quickly catch it and take Riyou’s side “You don’t have to look like that at her.. my mom’s at the South branch. I don’t have anything remaining there.” I gesture him that nothing’s too much of a burden for me.

Enjin looks at me for a second then chuckles. “If you say so..” with that he gets up and pats my head softly “Make yourself at home” he grins before he leaves out the huge door.

After chatting for 1 hour at the table, getting to know Tamsy and Delmon, even though Gris started to grow on me. He was always so nice and I couldn’t help but feel the same warmth I felt from Myu when I first met her. Something familiar in an unfamiliar place.

My first week there wasn’t bad, taking care of a trash beast here, another small infestation there. Same old routine.

“I’ve never seen a vital instrument like yours before, it feels unique” says Follo .

“I’d love to know the story behind it someday.” Adds Tomme, not really butting into my past. She knew someone’s past wasn’t to be revealed unless they do it themselves— so, until then— no questions. And obviously I respected that.

After parting ways with the supporters I go to chat with Semiu. To my disgusting surprise that woman was digging into porn magazines once again. I look down at her with a blunt expression, waiting for her to notice me.

“Oh, didn’t see you there.” She says nonchalantly, skipping a page.

“You’re really going to read that magazine with me here…?” I pout my words in a mumble , pointing at her directly.

“Everyone’s got their own pleasures, kid.” A manly voice interrupts. Enjin. I look up at him, who surprisingly wasn’t in his uniform but more like going out clothes. “What’cha got there girl.” He says trying to peak into Semiu’s magazine.

“Get your own magazine, Enjin.” She groans . Clearly annoyed by the man.

“Aww c‘mon. Don’t be so cruel , we’re friends, friends share!” He snorts, a shit eating grin appearing on his face.

I chuckle at the interaction and Enjin remembers I was actually there. “What are you up to for the weekend— uhh, Haruhana..— right?” He says ashamed that he didn’t remember my name.

“Yeah, that’s how it’s spelled— and nothing much, maybe I’ll just enjoy myself around.” I mumble while resting my elbows on the desk. “You?”

“Going to charm the ladies.” He winks. My face drops.

“Not again…” Semiu mumbles to herself.

“That seems fun..” I try to keep my smile.

“You guys are making me feel like a whore.” He starts whining as he rest his upper body on the desk, his right arm falling over his head.

“Cause that’s what you are.” Semiu adds and I cover my mouth so I don’t end up laughing.

“Ehhh, what are you trying not to laugh at!?” He scolds me.

“Nothing, Nothing.” I brush him off.

“Acting like you guys don’t enjoy sex or something…” oh gosh… “ How are you even, should we even talk about this around—“

“What are you even talking about! I’m literally 21!!” I shout at him annoyed.

“Huuuuuhhhh??!!!” He gasps, jaw dropping . “I thought you were the same age as Zanka!?” I raise an eyebrow .

“Oh goshhh…” Semiu groans as she rubs her temples.

“I don’t even look that young.” I whine. “Plus there is no difference at all in looks between 17 and 21…”

Enjin gave an apologetic smile as he straightened his posture. We chat for some more 10 minutes. Enjin wasn’t that bad to get along with— even though it felt that even at his 28 years of life, he was acting usually childish. Maybe too silly for his serious age. With a wave and dismissal he leaves in a happy pace towards the door, ready for a night hoeing around with ladies. If only his bad humor would help him. Doubt he knows how to flirt.

Besides Enjin being a community dick, me and Semiu went into a more reserved office and drank some wine together. Catching up on everything we’ve lost of each other’s life.

“I’ve had like— 2 girlfriends since I last saw you.” She says while sipping from the wine.

“Have you met some guys of your liking? I know you’re really picky.” I look down at my wine.

“Not really— it’s just— you know… and I’ve told you—“

“It’s okay.” She stops me . “I don’t want you to think of that ever again. It’s in the past. And you’re here, in the future, and that’s what you should think about only.” She comforts me, like old times, when we’d sit, drink alcohol behind Myu’s back and I’d tell her about my past. Semiu would look at me and brush her fingers through my hair , not interrupting any sentence. This evening wasn’t any different, only the fact that we were more mature, grown women.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

At the bar, Enjin takes a sip from his beer , then smoking, then drinking again. Gris joins him. “You’re awfully calm .” He remarks how Enjin was sitting calmly at the bar.

“Got something on my mind.”

“Someone you mean?”

“She’s just, curvy in all the right places.. plumpy..” he pauses. “And I really want to take a bite out of that plum—“

“Okay that’s cringe and enough.” Gris shakes his head as he laughs.

Enjin returns the laugh.

“It’s just that none of the women here seem my type y’know? And the only one that met the physical demands is there.”

“I think it’s better you keep it in your pants this time.” They both laugh at each other.

3 a.m.

Gosh I am so thirsty. I feel my neck go dry as I get up to get some water, or soda from the cafeteria. I put on an oversized blouse over my shorts and walk towards the cafeteria, they usually had the sodas there in a fridge so I could help myself with one. On my way there I see a familiar sillouette coming towards me.

“Got no sleep?” Enjin mocks, making his way towards me with that charming grin he had.

“No, not that, just woke up thirsty.” I say lowly , almost in a whisper as to not wake anyone up.

“You’re going to the cafeteria? I’ll come with ya.” He tilts his head in the way I was walking. We walk there in silence, then slowly open the doors . Craaackk. Gosh these needed to be oiled up.

“How comes you’re not still in the city?” I say something that was clearly not my bussiness, just to make conversation.

“Didn’t saw anything I liked really..” he mutters as I walk in front of him towards the fridge. Enjin looks me up and down from behind— tilting his head slightly just to peak at my ass a little , without me knowing. He pouts and whistles in his mind .

“Then maybe you’ll like something from here…” I mumble as I open the fridge. Getting some random soda can before leaving it open for him to choose his own. Oh clearly he already likes something from there, but that wasn’t not in that old rusty fridge.

Enjin grabs a can and we both sit down at a table. I take a pack of cigarettes and I open it carefully. Before lighting one myself I offer him one.

“Ya smoke?” He says somehow surprised. “Y’know it’s not good for you.”

I roll my eyes at the remark. “You smoke all the time..” I mumble with the cigarette in my mouth; ready to light it up. To my surprise Enjin refuses it, taking his own.

“You’re quite the person who likes sharing…” he says while lighting up his cigarette.

“I’ve been an only child, so sharing was something I always somehow longed to do..” I say before taking a drag for the cig.

“I see…” he looks me up and down again.

“Sooo..” I say trying to make it less awkward. “How was your night out?”

Enjin looks at me , taking another drag before speaking again. “Decent… but no fun tonight, otherwise I wouldn’t be here.” He chuckles . “What have you and Semiu been up to since i left?”

“Nothing much, drinking wine and catching up.” I exhale the smoke.

“Mhmm.” He moans that mhm that I feel my thighs getting that weird feeling.

“There were no ladies of my taste..” he whines . Such a random turn up of the topic that it left me stunned for a few seconds.

“What’s your type then..?” Stupid ass idiot , with that running mouth of yours who was just as fucking stupid as you.

“To be honest..” he pauses to smoke then exhales. “Good looking chicks, curvy…” he takes another drag— then exhales. “Not too clingy or needy … that annoys me— and not high maintenance” I nod at him as I leave my finished cig in the ashtray .

“Yours?” He suddenly adds up. Of course he would’ve.

“To be honest.. just mature men.. other than that I’m good.” Enjin looks a bit surprised.

“That’s all?”

“Yeah; why?”

“You’re not too picky huh. Just straight forward.”

“I mean. That should be the point.”

“But don’t you—?”

“No.” I interrupt him. “I’m not the type.”

Enjin looks at me with a hurtful pout as if I had just called him a whore. Which I would’ve, and maybe did.

“I’m not pointing at you, don’t worry. I’m just not really the type.” I giggle and Enjin gives me a genuine smile.

After finishing our drinks, Enjin walks with me to my room since we stayed on the same hall. Before reaching for the door handle I hear Enjin

“Haru.” We were having nicknames already.. I see.

“Hm?” I turn to him .

I feel him towering over me a little before reaching for some hair strand that was laying on my face, then turning that into his face cupping my left cheek with his right hand.

My face heats up as he leans in. “Enjin.” I say bluntly and he stops.

“ ‘m sorry m’am.” He says defeated already . “I just.”

“You just.”

“You know..”

“I know what?”

“Gosh you never shut that cheeky mouth of yours do you?”

With that Enjin cups my face, his face closing into mine, askimg me for permission with his eyes. And I give in, for what it felt like 2 minutes.

“I’m sorry.” I cup his face and I pull away.

“Wha-?”

“Goodnight Enjin.”

I turn to open the door then close it. What has gotten into me. I’ve barely known him. He is probably just some dude trying to get into my pants after all. He wouldn’t kiss me this soon!

I slap my face a little and go straight into bed. I need to sleep this off, it will only end bad on my side… it always did before.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

I turn and huff in bed, rubbing my face, rolling my hips. Something felts off.. and warm. I look down to see Enjin. Who was having the time of his life inbetween my legs.

“Gosh mama you taste s’good.” He moans into my wet and sloppy cunt. His nose rubbing up and down on my clit as he slurps and sucks on my juice without any shame.

“You ask me to come this late in your room just to get what you crave for..?” He pulls away, his face wet like a dog who just digged into his food like he has been starved.

“Enjin—“ I try say something but he dives right back in. High pitched moans leave my mouth and I feel my throat go dry. His tongue goes deeper into my cunt, searching for my sweet spot.

“So slutty, wishing for my tongue and fingers so deep inside of you that you call for me at this hour…” he mocks me again . I try to escape the extreme pleasure I was feeling,

“Enjin— how… when..” I whine as I feel his left arm wrap around my hips, keeping them from moving.

“You’re so melted on my tongue that you forgot calling me , mama?” He chuckles .

Gosh I don’t ever remember, but all I could think of was the way he was eating me out, how he was so into it that his hands went down to his boxers to jerk himself off. His tip now red from all the blood pumping into his cock. Gosh he was big, gifted in both girth and length. His precum dropping drastically as he jerked his hips into his own grip. As he keeps doing his tricks with his tongue , I can feel something in my belly, as if I was going to erupt all over him. I started moaning loudly, then—.

The light of the sunrise creeps up on my face. Waking me up slowly. What was— I check myself, my shorts drenched . Was I…? No I wasn’t…

Was I really having wet dreams already over some sexy ass dude I’ve just met almost 2 weeks ago… over a kiss..!

Hell….

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Note: sooooo, I was supposed to post this like— 2 days ago but this works as well . If their interaction feel rushed, well they should feel like that and that will make sense as I get deeper with the lore for their own stories so that whatever will happen in the future parts will make sense .

PLEASE don’t steal my work nor feed it to AI or even chat bots. . Ty very much :3 !!

Song I listened to while writing this

When the seasons changed - An Enjin Fanfic

Read the prologue first to get a handle of the story.

Part 1 | Part 2 (coming soon)

───⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

tw: smut, oral (f! receiving) , use of tobacco , alcohol, angst.

wc: 2.5 k

───⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

10 minutes have passed since I’ve joined their table. Apparently , to my surprise; these people were more bearable than Tamsy and Delmon. I’ve come to know the two blondes. Enjin and Gris . Then there was Zanka and Riyou , some kids Enjin recruited. They were so close that you’d say that they were his adopted children.

“So— how is it in the North Branch?” Says Enjin as he lights another cigarette. Inhaling the smoke then exhaling it.

“Not much different from here—“ I answer anxiously as I fidget a little with my fingers. “It’s just somehow smaller than this place , and usually colder..” I mumble as I look back at his face. He look at me while he takes a drag from the cigarette then nods “Heard at least that about it.” He exhales the smoke while looking at me then away .

“With that weather change I doubt the place won’t freeze ‘till mid spring.” Says Gris as he pats my back apologetically . Did they really pity us for such a minor thing?

“Regardless of that— most of the stuff there will need to be replaced if it actually freezes that bad; or if trash beasts destroy it themselves.” Zanka joins into the topic. “But hey that means you can move in here!” Riyou tries to be positive.

“Yeah..” I huff as I look down at my drink. My friend is here, sure, but what about Myu, it will be hard to hear from her if that happens.

As if Enjin sensed my nervousness he shots Riyou a glare. I quickly catch it and take Riyou’s side “You don’t have to look like that at her.. my mom’s at the South branch. I don’t have anything remaining there.” I gesture him that nothing’s too much of a burden for me.

Enjin looks at me for a second then chuckles. “If you say so..” with that he gets up and pats my head softly “Make yourself at home” he grins before he leaves out the huge door.

After chatting for 1 hour at the table, getting to know Tamsy and Delmon, even though Gris started to grow on me. He was always so nice and I couldn’t help but feel the same warmth I felt from Myu when I first met her. Something familiar in an unfamiliar place.

My first week there wasn’t bad, taking care of a trash beast here, another small infestation there. Same old routine.

“I’ve never seen a vital instrument like yours before, it feels unique” says Follo .

“I’d love to know the story behind it someday.” Adds Tomme, not really butting into my past. She knew someone’s past wasn’t to be revealed unless they do it themselves— so, until then— no questions. And obviously I respected that.

After parting ways with the supporters I go to chat with Semiu. To my disgusting surprise that woman was digging into porn magazines once again. I look down at her with a blunt expression, waiting for her to notice me.

“Oh, didn’t see you there.” She says nonchalantly, skipping a page.

“You’re really going to read that magazine with me here…?” I pout my words in a mumble , pointing at her directly.

“Everyone’s got their own pleasures, kid.” A manly voice interrupts. Enjin. I look up at him, who surprisingly wasn’t in his uniform but more like going out clothes. “What’cha got there girl.” He says trying to peak into Semiu’s magazine.

“Get your own magazine, Enjin.” She groans . Clearly annoyed by the man.

“Aww c‘mon. Don’t be so cruel , we’re friends, friends share!” He snorts, a shit eating grin appearing on his face.

I chuckle at the interaction and Enjin remembers I was actually there. “What are you up to for the weekend— uhh, Haruhana..— right?” He says ashamed that he didn’t remember my name.

“Yeah, that’s how it’s spelled— and nothing much, maybe I’ll just enjoy myself around.” I mumble while resting my elbows on the desk. “You?”

“Going to charm the ladies.” He winks. My face drops.

“Not again…” Semiu mumbles to herself.

“That seems fun..” I try to keep my smile.

“You guys are making me feel like a whore.” He starts whining as he rest his upper body on the desk, his right arm falling over his head.

“Cause that’s what you are.” Semiu adds and I cover my mouth so I don’t end up laughing.

“Ehhh, what are you trying not to laugh at!?” He scolds me.

“Nothing, Nothing.” I brush him off.

“Acting like you guys don’t enjoy sex or something…” oh gosh… “ How are you even, should we even talk about this around—“

“What are you even talking about! I’m literally 21!!” I shout at him annoyed.

“Huuuuuhhhh??!!!” He gasps, jaw dropping . “I thought you were the same age as Zanka!?” I raise an eyebrow .

“Oh goshhh…” Semiu groans as she rubs her temples.

“I don’t even look that young.” I whine. “Plus there is no difference at all in looks between 17 and 21…”

Enjin gave an apologetic smile as he straightened his posture. We chat for some more 10 minutes. Enjin wasn’t that bad to get along with— even though it felt that even at his 28 years of life, he was acting usually childish. Maybe too silly for his serious age. With a wave and dismissal he leaves in a happy pace towards the door, ready for a night hoeing around with ladies. If only his bad humor would help him. Doubt he knows how to flirt.

Besides Enjin being a community dick, me and Semiu went into a more reserved office and drank some wine together. Catching up on everything we’ve lost of each other’s life.

“I’ve had like— 2 girlfriends since I last saw you.” She says while sipping from the wine.

“Have you met some guys of your liking? I know you’re really picky.” I look down at my wine.

“Not really— it’s just— you know… and I’ve told you—“

“It’s okay.” She stops me . “I don’t want you to think of that ever again. It’s in the past. And you’re here, in the future, and that’s what you should think about only.” She comforts me, like old times, when we’d sit, drink alcohol behind Myu’s back and I’d tell her about my past. Semiu would look at me and brush her fingers through my hair , not interrupting any sentence. This evening wasn’t any different, only the fact that we were more mature, grown women.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

At the bar, Enjin takes a sip from his beer , then smoking, then drinking again. Gris joins him. “You’re awfully calm .” He remarks how Enjin was sitting calmly at the bar.

“Got something on my mind.”

“Someone you mean?”

“She’s just, curvy in all the right places.. plumpy..” he pauses. “And I really want to take a bite out of that plum—“

“Okay that’s cringe and enough.” Gris shakes his head as he laughs.

Enjin returns the laugh.

“It’s just that none of the women here seem my type y’know? And the only one that met the physical demands is there.”

“I think it’s better you keep it in your pants this time.” They both laugh at each other.

3 a.m.

Gosh I am so thirsty. I feel my neck go dry as I get up to get some water, or soda from the cafeteria. I put on an oversized blouse over my shorts and walk towards the cafeteria, they usually had the sodas there in a fridge so I could help myself with one. On my way there I see a familiar sillouette coming towards me.

“Got no sleep?” Enjin mocks, making his way towards me with that charming grin he had.

“No, not that, just woke up thirsty.” I say lowly , almost in a whisper as to not wake anyone up.

“You’re going to the cafeteria? I’ll come with ya.” He tilts his head in the way I was walking. We walk there in silence, then slowly open the doors . Craaackk. Gosh these needed to be oiled up.

“How comes you’re not still in the city?” I say something that was clearly not my bussiness, just to make conversation.

“Didn’t saw anything I liked really..” he mutters as I walk in front of him towards the fridge. Enjin looks me up and down from behind— tilting his head slightly just to peak at my ass a little , without me knowing. He pouts and whistles in his mind .

“Then maybe you’ll like something from here…” I mumble as I open the fridge. Getting some random soda can before leaving it open for him to choose his own. Oh clearly he already likes something from there, but that wasn’t not in that old rusty fridge.

Enjin grabs a can and we both sit down at a table. I take a pack of cigarettes and I open it carefully. Before lighting one myself I offer him one.

“Ya smoke?” He says somehow surprised. “Y’know it’s not good for you.”

I roll my eyes at the remark. “You smoke all the time..” I mumble with the cigarette in my mouth; ready to light it up. To my surprise Enjin refuses it, taking his own.

“You’re quite the person who likes sharing…” he says while lighting up his cigarette.

“I’ve been an only child, so sharing was something I always somehow longed to do..” I say before taking a drag for the cig.

“I see…” he looks me up and down again.

“Sooo..” I say trying to make it less awkward. “How was your night out?”

Enjin looks at me , taking another drag before speaking again. “Decent… but no fun tonight, otherwise I wouldn’t be here.” He chuckles . “What have you and Semiu been up to since i left?”

“Nothing much, drinking wine and catching up.” I exhale the smoke.

“Mhmm.” He moans that mhm that I feel my thighs getting that weird feeling.

“There were no ladies of my taste..” he whines . Such a random turn up of the topic that it left me stunned for a few seconds.

“What’s your type then..?” Stupid ass idiot , with that running mouth of yours who was just as fucking stupid as you.

“To be honest..” he pauses to smoke then exhales. “Good looking chicks, curvy…” he takes another drag— then exhales. “Not too clingy or needy … that annoys me— and not high maintenance” I nod at him as I leave my finished cig in the ashtray .

“Yours?” He suddenly adds up. Of course he would’ve.

“To be honest.. just mature men.. other than that I’m good.” Enjin looks a bit surprised.

“That’s all?”

“Yeah; why?”

“You’re not too picky huh. Just straight forward.”

“I mean. That should be the point.”

“But don’t you—?”

“No.” I interrupt him. “I’m not the type.”

Enjin looks at me with a hurtful pout as if I had just called him a whore. Which I would’ve, and maybe did.

“I’m not pointing at you, don’t worry. I’m just not really the type.” I giggle and Enjin gives me a genuine smile.

After finishing our drinks, Enjin walks with me to my room since we stayed on the same hall. Before reaching for the door handle I hear Enjin

“Haru.” We were having nicknames already.. I see.

“Hm?” I turn to him .

I feel him towering over me a little before reaching for some hair strand that was laying on my face, then turning that into his face cupping my left cheek with his right hand.

My face heats up as he leans in. “Enjin.” I say bluntly and he stops.

“ ‘m sorry m’am.” He says defeated already . “I just.”

“You just.”

“You know..”

“I know what?”

“Gosh you never shut that cheeky mouth of yours do you?”

With that Enjin cups my face, his face closing into mine, askimg me for permission with his eyes. And I give in, for what it felt like 2 minutes.

“I’m sorry.” I cup his face and I pull away.

“Wha-?”

“Goodnight Enjin.”

I turn to open the door then close it. What has gotten into me. I’ve barely known him. He is probably just some dude trying to get into my pants after all. He wouldn’t kiss me this soon!

I slap my face a little and go straight into bed. I need to sleep this off, it will only end bad on my side… it always did before.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

I turn and huff in bed, rubbing my face, rolling my hips. Something felts off.. and warm. I look down to see Enjin. Who was having the time of his life inbetween my legs.

“Gosh mama you taste s’good.” He moans into my wet and sloppy cunt. His nose rubbing up and down on my clit as he slurps and sucks on my juice without any shame.

“You ask me to come this late in your room just to get what you crave for..?” He pulls away, his face wet like a dog who just digged into his food like he has been starved.

“Enjin—“ I try say something but he dives right back in. High pitched moans leave my mouth and I feel my throat go dry. His tongue goes deeper into my cunt, searching for my sweet spot.

“So slutty, wishing for my tongue and fingers so deep inside of you that you call for me at this hour…” he mocks me again . I try to escape the extreme pleasure I was feeling,

“Enjin— how… when..” I whine as I feel his left arm wrap around my hips, keeping them from moving.

“You’re so melted on my tongue that you forgot calling me , mama?” He chuckles .

Gosh I don’t ever remember, but all I could think of was the way he was eating me out, how he was so into it that his hands went down to his boxers to jerk himself off. His tip now red from all the blood pumping into his cock. Gosh he was big, gifted in both girth and length. His precum dropping drastically as he jerked his hips into his own grip. As he keeps doing his tricks with his tongue , I can feel something in my belly, as if I was going to erupt all over him. I started moaning loudly, then—.

The light of the sunrise creeps up on my face. Waking me up slowly. What was— I check myself, my shorts drenched . Was I…? No I wasn’t…

Was I really having wet dreams already over some sexy ass dude I’ve just met almost 2 weeks ago… over a kiss..!

Hell….

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Note: sooooo, I was supposed to post this like— 2 days ago but this works as well . If their interaction feel rushed, well they should feel like that and that will make sense as I get deeper with the lore for their own stories so that whatever will happen in the future parts will make sense .

PLEASE don’t steal my work nor feed it to AI or even chat bots. . Ty very much :3 !!

Song I listened to while writing this

Is he evil and lowk a narcissist? Yes. A pedophile? FUCCCKKK NOOOO. He literally shows ZERO sexual or romantic attraction to children.

His thing with rudo so clearly isn't anything like that, can you hoes learn to fucking read???

Life had been a series of decisions made by everyone but you.

Being raised under strict rule and watchful eye just to be sold off to the wealthiest, most respected man in the country wasn't something you fought exactly, you knew it was a battle you wouldn't win.

They could treat you like a prize sow, but that didn't mean you'd sit there getting fat and happy and filled with babies like one.

Especially not when you were being unloaded onto a warlord.

Sorry, not a warlord, the warlord.

Unrivaled and undefeated, Sukuna Ryomen wore blood and ash to your first meeting as casually as he did his kimono.

Draped, loose, open in the front like he didn't care who gawked at his chiseled chest or the thick black ink that wrapped his body and disappeared into the robe.

You kept your head low but your eyes on the bored, tattooed face of the man who didn't even seem to be listening to the details of your ceremony taking place the following week.

Sukuna got one look at your expression, your posture, your dress, and was about to write you off as yet another mindless, well trained insect who got off on following orders. You certainly looked the part.

But as the meeting finished and you rose to your feet, lowering to a deep and respectful bow, you muttered something at him.

"I do hope you plan to bathe before the ceremony, I can smell you from here."

When you straightened, your face gave absolutely nothing away. But there was venom and fire slithering behind the courteous tone.

When you walked off to follow your mother and father, you did not look back.

But you... you insulted him. Told him he stunk right to his face and shattered the image he'd built in his head in the moments you knelt across from him.

Maybe you weren't the polite, sweet, mindless doll your parents raised you to be.

Well, at least you wouldn't be boring.

...

Oh, how he had come to regret those words.

I get that they're not real, but do you understand how sick in the head you have to be to think a minor and an adult would be a cute relationship whether they're fictional or not? Im all for writing whatever the fuck you want especially if it helps you cope with mental health/trauma but genuinely believing thats like 'normal'..?

I’m so horny rn

When the seasons changed - An Enjin Fanfic

Read the prologue first to get a handle of the story.

Part 1 | Part 2 (coming soon)

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tw: smut, oral (f! receiving) , use of tobacco , alcohol, angst.

wc: 2.5 k

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10 minutes have passed since I’ve joined their table. Apparently , to my surprise; these people were more bearable than Tamsy and Delmon. I’ve come to know the two blondes. Enjin and Gris . Then there was Zanka and Riyou , some kids Enjin recruited. They were so close that you’d say that they were his adopted children.

“So— how is it in the North Branch?” Says Enjin as he lights another cigarette. Inhaling the smoke then exhaling it.

“Not much different from here—“ I answer anxiously as I fidget a little with my fingers. “It’s just somehow smaller than this place , and usually colder..” I mumble as I look back at his face. He look at me while he takes a drag from the cigarette then nods “Heard at least that about it.” He exhales the smoke while looking at me then away .

“With that weather change I doubt the place won’t freeze ‘till mid spring.” Says Gris as he pats my back apologetically . Did they really pity us for such a minor thing?

“Regardless of that— most of the stuff there will need to be replaced if it actually freezes that bad; or if trash beasts destroy it themselves.” Zanka joins into the topic. “But hey that means you can move in here!” Riyou tries to be positive.

“Yeah..” I huff as I look down at my drink. My friend is here, sure, but what about Myu, it will be hard to hear from her if that happens.

As if Enjin sensed my nervousness he shots Riyou a glare. I quickly catch it and take Riyou’s side “You don’t have to look like that at her.. my mom’s at the South branch. I don’t have anything remaining there.” I gesture him that nothing’s too much of a burden for me.

Enjin looks at me for a second then chuckles. “If you say so..” with that he gets up and pats my head softly “Make yourself at home” he grins before he leaves out the huge door.

After chatting for 1 hour at the table, getting to know Tamsy and Delmon, even though Gris started to grow on me. He was always so nice and I couldn’t help but feel the same warmth I felt from Myu when I first met her. Something familiar in an unfamiliar place.

My first week there wasn’t bad, taking care of a trash beast here, another small infestation there. Same old routine.

“I’ve never seen a vital instrument like yours before, it feels unique” says Follo .

“I’d love to know the story behind it someday.” Adds Tomme, not really butting into my past. She knew someone’s past wasn’t to be revealed unless they do it themselves— so, until then— no questions. And obviously I respected that.

After parting ways with the supporters I go to chat with Semiu. To my disgusting surprise that woman was digging into porn magazines once again. I look down at her with a blunt expression, waiting for her to notice me.

“Oh, didn’t see you there.” She says nonchalantly, skipping a page.

“You’re really going to read that magazine with me here…?” I pout my words in a mumble , pointing at her directly.

“Everyone’s got their own pleasures, kid.” A manly voice interrupts. Enjin. I look up at him, who surprisingly wasn’t in his uniform but more like going out clothes. “What’cha got there girl.” He says trying to peak into Semiu’s magazine.

“Get your own magazine, Enjin.” She groans . Clearly annoyed by the man.

“Aww c‘mon. Don’t be so cruel , we’re friends, friends share!” He snorts, a shit eating grin appearing on his face.

I chuckle at the interaction and Enjin remembers I was actually there. “What are you up to for the weekend— uhh, Haruhana..— right?” He says ashamed that he didn’t remember my name.

“Yeah, that’s how it’s spelled— and nothing much, maybe I’ll just enjoy myself around.” I mumble while resting my elbows on the desk. “You?”

“Going to charm the ladies.” He winks. My face drops.

“Not again…” Semiu mumbles to herself.

“That seems fun..” I try to keep my smile.

“You guys are making me feel like a whore.” He starts whining as he rest his upper body on the desk, his right arm falling over his head.

“Cause that’s what you are.” Semiu adds and I cover my mouth so I don’t end up laughing.

“Ehhh, what are you trying not to laugh at!?” He scolds me.

“Nothing, Nothing.” I brush him off.

“Acting like you guys don’t enjoy sex or something…” oh gosh… “ How are you even, should we even talk about this around—“

“What are you even talking about! I’m literally 21!!” I shout at him annoyed.

“Huuuuuhhhh??!!!” He gasps, jaw dropping . “I thought you were the same age as Zanka!?” I raise an eyebrow .

“Oh goshhh…” Semiu groans as she rubs her temples.

“I don’t even look that young.” I whine. “Plus there is no difference at all in looks between 17 and 21…”

Enjin gave an apologetic smile as he straightened his posture. We chat for some more 10 minutes. Enjin wasn’t that bad to get along with— even though it felt that even at his 28 years of life, he was acting usually childish. Maybe too silly for his serious age. With a wave and dismissal he leaves in a happy pace towards the door, ready for a night hoeing around with ladies. If only his bad humor would help him. Doubt he knows how to flirt.

Besides Enjin being a community dick, me and Semiu went into a more reserved office and drank some wine together. Catching up on everything we’ve lost of each other’s life.

“I’ve had like— 2 girlfriends since I last saw you.” She says while sipping from the wine.

“Have you met some guys of your liking? I know you’re really picky.” I look down at my wine.

“Not really— it’s just— you know… and I’ve told you—“

“It’s okay.” She stops me . “I don’t want you to think of that ever again. It’s in the past. And you’re here, in the future, and that’s what you should think about only.” She comforts me, like old times, when we’d sit, drink alcohol behind Myu’s back and I’d tell her about my past. Semiu would look at me and brush her fingers through my hair , not interrupting any sentence. This evening wasn’t any different, only the fact that we were more mature, grown women.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

At the bar, Enjin takes a sip from his beer , then smoking, then drinking again. Gris joins him. “You’re awfully calm .” He remarks how Enjin was sitting calmly at the bar.

“Got something on my mind.”

“Someone you mean?”

“She’s just, curvy in all the right places.. plumpy..” he pauses. “And I really want to take a bite out of that plum—“

“Okay that’s cringe and enough.” Gris shakes his head as he laughs.

Enjin returns the laugh.

“It’s just that none of the women here seem my type y’know? And the only one that met the physical demands is there.”

“I think it’s better you keep it in your pants this time.” They both laugh at each other.

3 a.m.

Gosh I am so thirsty. I feel my neck go dry as I get up to get some water, or soda from the cafeteria. I put on an oversized blouse over my shorts and walk towards the cafeteria, they usually had the sodas there in a fridge so I could help myself with one. On my way there I see a familiar sillouette coming towards me.

“Got no sleep?” Enjin mocks, making his way towards me with that charming grin he had.

“No, not that, just woke up thirsty.” I say lowly , almost in a whisper as to not wake anyone up.

“You’re going to the cafeteria? I’ll come with ya.” He tilts his head in the way I was walking. We walk there in silence, then slowly open the doors . Craaackk. Gosh these needed to be oiled up.

“How comes you’re not still in the city?” I say something that was clearly not my bussiness, just to make conversation.

“Didn’t saw anything I liked really..” he mutters as I walk in front of him towards the fridge. Enjin looks me up and down from behind— tilting his head slightly just to peak at my ass a little , without me knowing. He pouts and whistles in his mind .

“Then maybe you’ll like something from here…” I mumble as I open the fridge. Getting some random soda can before leaving it open for him to choose his own. Oh clearly he already likes something from there, but that wasn’t not in that old rusty fridge.

Enjin grabs a can and we both sit down at a table. I take a pack of cigarettes and I open it carefully. Before lighting one myself I offer him one.

“Ya smoke?” He says somehow surprised. “Y’know it’s not good for you.”

I roll my eyes at the remark. “You smoke all the time..” I mumble with the cigarette in my mouth; ready to light it up. To my surprise Enjin refuses it, taking his own.

“You’re quite the person who likes sharing…” he says while lighting up his cigarette.

“I’ve been an only child, so sharing was something I always somehow longed to do..” I say before taking a drag for the cig.

“I see…” he looks me up and down again.

“Sooo..” I say trying to make it less awkward. “How was your night out?”

Enjin looks at me , taking another drag before speaking again. “Decent… but no fun tonight, otherwise I wouldn’t be here.” He chuckles . “What have you and Semiu been up to since i left?”

“Nothing much, drinking wine and catching up.” I exhale the smoke.

“Mhmm.” He moans that mhm that I feel my thighs getting that weird feeling.

“There were no ladies of my taste..” he whines . Such a random turn up of the topic that it left me stunned for a few seconds.

“What’s your type then..?” Stupid ass idiot , with that running mouth of yours who was just as fucking stupid as you.

“To be honest..” he pauses to smoke then exhales. “Good looking chicks, curvy…” he takes another drag— then exhales. “Not too clingy or needy … that annoys me— and not high maintenance” I nod at him as I leave my finished cig in the ashtray .

“Yours?” He suddenly adds up. Of course he would’ve.

“To be honest.. just mature men.. other than that I’m good.” Enjin looks a bit surprised.

“That’s all?”

“Yeah; why?”

“You’re not too picky huh. Just straight forward.”

“I mean. That should be the point.”

“But don’t you—?”

“No.” I interrupt him. “I’m not the type.”

Enjin looks at me with a hurtful pout as if I had just called him a whore. Which I would’ve, and maybe did.

“I’m not pointing at you, don’t worry. I’m just not really the type.” I giggle and Enjin gives me a genuine smile.

After finishing our drinks, Enjin walks with me to my room since we stayed on the same hall. Before reaching for the door handle I hear Enjin

“Haru.” We were having nicknames already.. I see.

“Hm?” I turn to him .

I feel him towering over me a little before reaching for some hair strand that was laying on my face, then turning that into his face cupping my left cheek with his right hand.

My face heats up as he leans in. “Enjin.” I say bluntly and he stops.

“ ‘m sorry m’am.” He says defeated already . “I just.”

“You just.”

“You know..”

“I know what?”

“Gosh you never shut that cheeky mouth of yours do you?”

With that Enjin cups my face, his face closing into mine, askimg me for permission with his eyes. And I give in, for what it felt like 2 minutes.

“I’m sorry.” I cup his face and I pull away.

“Wha-?”

“Goodnight Enjin.”

I turn to open the door then close it. What has gotten into me. I’ve barely known him. He is probably just some dude trying to get into my pants after all. He wouldn’t kiss me this soon!

I slap my face a little and go straight into bed. I need to sleep this off, it will only end bad on my side… it always did before.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

I turn and huff in bed, rubbing my face, rolling my hips. Something felts off.. and warm. I look down to see Enjin. Who was having the time of his life inbetween my legs.

“Gosh mama you taste s’good.” He moans into my wet and sloppy cunt. His nose rubbing up and down on my clit as he slurps and sucks on my juice without any shame.

“You ask me to come this late in your room just to get what you crave for..?” He pulls away, his face wet like a dog who just digged into his food like he has been starved.

“Enjin—“ I try say something but he dives right back in. High pitched moans leave my mouth and I feel my throat go dry. His tongue goes deeper into my cunt, searching for my sweet spot.

“So slutty, wishing for my tongue and fingers so deep inside of you that you call for me at this hour…” he mocks me again . I try to escape the extreme pleasure I was feeling,

“Enjin— how… when..” I whine as I feel his left arm wrap around my hips, keeping them from moving.

“You’re so melted on my tongue that you forgot calling me , mama?” He chuckles .

Gosh I don’t ever remember, but all I could think of was the way he was eating me out, how he was so into it that his hands went down to his boxers to jerk himself off. His tip now red from all the blood pumping into his cock. Gosh he was big, gifted in both girth and length. His precum dropping drastically as he jerked his hips into his own grip. As he keeps doing his tricks with his tongue , I can feel something in my belly, as if I was going to erupt all over him. I started moaning loudly, then—.

The light of the sunrise creeps up on my face. Waking me up slowly. What was— I check myself, my shorts drenched . Was I…? No I wasn’t…

Was I really having wet dreams already over some sexy ass dude I’ve just met almost 2 weeks ago… over a kiss..!

Hell….

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Note: sooooo, I was supposed to post this like— 2 days ago but this works as well . If their interaction feel rushed, well they should feel like that and that will make sense as I get deeper with the lore for their own stories so that whatever will happen in the future parts will make sense .

PLEASE don’t steal my work nor feed it to AI or even chat bots. . Ty very much :3 !!

Song I listened to while writing this

When the seasons changed.

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Hello and welcome to my first actual fanfiction EVER written. As a head start— my fanfiction is mainly an Enjin x OC. Can you imply yourself as the character? Sure why not I don’t mind that, but generally, I wouldn’t like people complaining about how I’m writting the MC, we’re positive people here. Most of the lore and settings will be kept, minor changes will be made so it can stay in touch with my OC’s story. Now we go onto trigger warnings and what you’ll be waiting for in the ff.

trigger warnings : smut, violence, suggestive language, use of tobacco, use of drugs, traumatic events, abuse of any kinds, angst, manga spoilers.

If you cannot deal with such things or if you are under the legal age of 18, PLEASE, go read some fluff, this is not something for you to read.

I will be staying nonchalant and mysterious about the story cause damn what is a story without drama and some mystery.

Will I be giving them a good ending? (Adding this cause I was a victim of many angst ffs looking like fluff with a bad ending) yeaaaah? Probably??? That’s where I want to head to. So no worries.

No information will be added that soon about the mc (we see you mysterious girl heh) . Gotta aura farm better than dear Santa.

No other characters belong to me besides a few mentioned that are NOT in the manga. MC, and 3 characters that I’ve made up belong to me. The rest have their full credits to kei urana (we glaze urana here)

And with that I won’t keep you longer , I might add a few notes at the end. Please let me know what you think of my fanfiction and what you think will happen!

Smooches.

WC: 630

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“Life wasn’t easy in the slightest on the ground—trash beasts around every corner, so many givers causing trouble for the normies, so many mysteries. That’s what I usually told myself while spending my time training as a giver in the North branch. Unfortunately for us, due to the pollution, the weather has been going crazy, drastically changing. Nowadays, it seems it’s only gotten colder for us—and not to mention, all this weather has attracted more trash, and more trash only means more trash beasts. So naturally, we were informed that we’d be splitting for the time being to the East and South branches. I was told I would be moving to the East branch, where some of the strongest cleaners are stationed—and of course, an old acquaintance, Semiu.

We were never really actual friends, but not far from it either; she understood me and I understood her, so hearing that she’d be the one waiting for me was sort of comforting.

“It will take around three days for you to get there. Are you sure you’ll be ready by sunset tomorrow? We can ask for more time for you and—”

“No, it will be just enough. I don’t have a lot of stuff on me. And if I need anything, then I guess I’ll just buy those things myself,” I say reassuringly to Myu, one of the supporters. She was a tall, broad woman, really sweet and maternal. You would say she was the same age as me, but that’s not true at all—that woman was 38 years old, looking so put-together and young that many of us were jealous. I mean—who wouldn’t be?

Myu was always there for me. I used to live with my mother, but my past is something I never try to think about; so after I realized I was a giver, my mother’s awful maternal instincts apparently told her give the child away! Funny way to put it, but it was just the truth… luckily, I wasn’t sold away as a slave or anything worse. And to my luck, I had Myu—the woman who took care of me since I was 12. The woman I have to thank for all I have now and everything I’ve become.

“If you say so…” she says as she cups my face. “I can’t wait to meet again… make sure to write to me—and if you feel homesick, ask their leader, Corvus, and write me.” She gives me a somehow melancholic smile. Oh, Myu…

“Are you ready?” says Élodie, one of my friends. She was also a giver. Her vital instrument was… well… a plastic flower. But not to underestimate it! Either way, I’ll be looking forward to seeing what she’ll make of it. We’ve never ended up on missions together, but hopefully I’ll see more of her in the eastern part of the ground.

“Yes… I’m just making sure I’ve got everything. We’re leaving tomorrow around 8 a.m., right?” I say as I look over my bags, rubbing the corner of my chin, picking at some dry skin. The weather was starting to become too dry.

“No, around 10,” she says as she throws herself onto the couch near my bed. “This is so bothersome; I wish we didn’t need to move bases…” she sighs.

“You’re not the only one feeling like that. I’m sure all of us wish it wasn’t the case. But at least we’ll be going together.” I put all my clothes in one bag and an awful lot of cigarette packs in the other—bad habits here and there and blah blah. Myu always told me to stop smoking, but I guess it takes more than one person’s concern. Hopefully I’ll give them up soon enough.

As I finish packing, I put the bags aside near my bed. My uniform stays neatly on the small table by my window. All set and prepared for the road… I look at the clock on the wall. 6 p.m. I still had some time before I’d be sleeping.

“You done?” Élodie says as she notices me looking at the clock.

“Yeah… we should go outside for a smoke and eat. We’ll be sleeping early today.”

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9 a.m.

“Okay, everybody ready?” says Myu, looking around at the bags in the back of the jeep, making sure none of us forgot anything.

“All set!” says Mark, one of the supporters who will be going with us to the East branch.

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9:30 a.m.

“Please be safe.”

“I will. I’m older now—I’ll be the one taking care of you soon enough.” I grin at Myu. She looks at me, then chuckles to herself, shaking her head as I return the same heartfelt laugh. I hope she’ll be okay…

“The road is so damaged, I can’t even sleep without my head hitting the window!” Élodie whines as she hits her head against the glass for what seems like the ninth time. I couldn’t help but giggle at her annoyance.

In almost 30 minutes, we’ll be at the East branch of the cleaners’ organization. I couldn’t help but wonder what the people around this area were like—what givers lived here, what vital instruments they had. Hopefully they’ll be nice…

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I look down at my fingers, fidgeting with the dry skin that starts to leave scars around my nails. Gosh I should stop doing this; I was 21, I’m no child to do such reckless stuff. I huff lowly as I take my own hand and rub it a little. I was so nervous meeting the new team. I took word of the team I was assigned to.. team eager, what did it even mean to be honest? Regardless of that. I hope they weren’t weirdo’s. I HOPED.

I notice Semiu at the center of the hall, right near the wall. She was at a receptionist desk, I always saw her working in such places, it kind of felt relieving. The familiarity towards her , her vibe, it just made it easier for me to be here . But all that was gone and I could feel my face dropping.

“Can you stop talking so loud?! You’re go into make my head explode!” An average height guy with angelic hair and a soft facial structure shouted at a HUGE dude . And when I say huge I don’t mean to exagerate it. He was huge, full of muscles, and a really scary face…. Ugh.

“Sorry Tamsy, I’m just really excited to see our new teammates. ” The huge man says as he hangs his hands in the air then dramatically drops them. “Do you think they are passionate people just like us?”

“Actually—“ Semiu speaks up. “Only she will be joining.” She says while pointing her pen at me . Both of the guys look at me, then at my friend . Semiu then speaks up again. “You—“ she points at Élodie “You will be joining team beauty.” We look at each other with confused faces , were we getting separated..?

Mark leaves prior to put our bags for us in our rooms as we leave to get along with our new teammates. Lucky for my friend; well.. she got normal teammates. I was stuck with some angelic looking ass dude who seemed creepy somehow, and apparently the loud, big , nice and fucking annoying dude that wouldn’t stop talking about PASSION . Fuck your passion man. That’s what I wanted to shout at him, but today I was supposed to give my first impression— so I decided to keep my mouth shut. “I’m sorry for my friend here—“ says Tamsy, was that his name? I think I’ve heard it right when the tall dude said his name. “We’re just really passionate people in team eager, and we so hope other passionate people join our team.” His voice was so soft I could fall asleep while he reads me a bed time story. “I’m Tamsy, and this is Delmon.” He says as we both stop in front of the door leading to the cafeteria . “I’m Haruhana.” I speak lowly. Tamsy looks at me as if he was taking the information in . “Well then, Haruhana” his tongue rolls around my name as if it was some melody for him . “Welcome to our HQ, the East branch is more than happy to take you in , especially team eager. We hope you’ll be just as passionate as us during our journey together as teammates.” He is so nice I couldn’t help but smile— then he opens the doors , leading my view to a place full of people. Gosh this will be awkward..

“Is this one of the new cleaners sent for refugee?” A blonde man says as he turns around, taking a drag out of his cigarette.

“Glad to see new faces around here, come sit with us, get to know people ‘round here, don’t be shy.” Another blonde man says as he waves to me and my teammates . We walk over to their table.

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I really hope that they’re nice people…

Writer’s note: I hope you guys like the template ngl… I’ll be adding more soon. For now this is the start of the story and I hope you guys like it. It was really fun writing it . I will update this page in the comments for part 1 as this is just the prologue.

Please do not feed my story to AI, no AI is used to write it besides to correct minor spelling grammars. Which tbh I’m too lazy to check even with it.

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Part 1 || Part 2 (coming soon)