NSFW (18+) — enjin's worst habit

everyone has bad habits, whether it be nail biting, smoking or spending absurd amounts of money on blind boxes that never quite seemed to be able to fill the deep void that grew inside of them...

luckily for you, your boyfriend suffered from all three bad habits, but there was actually another…quirk of his that was the most conflicting.

conflicting in the sense that it always happened when you were too far gone to argue with it, fingers tangled in the messy crop of his golden strands or scrunched sheets of the bed—eyes glazed over, leg pinned up somewhere, wet SHLICK SHLICK SHLICK getting louder with each snap of his hips against your own.

and then it comes. “hey pretty girl…”

you watch the way the black and red ink twisted around his arms, grip on the headboard making the wood buckle a little.

“look at you being so loud f’me. what are you saying gorgeous?”

his eyes flit back up to you. “what do you think my sweet girl’s saying? kinda sounds like ‘i love you, i love you, i loooo-"

“s-shut up!" you finally managed to choke out, irritation melting back into a mindless bliss with each press of his length, slight curve making you shudder from how full you felt.

yes, dear reader. your boyfriend’s arguably worst (yet weirdly endearing?) habit was his propensity to talk not just to you, but also to your warm, drooling pussy.

i mean, it was no secret that enjin loved to run his fucking mouth but for the target audience to be your currently stuffed entrance was definitely something that took some getting used to.

you still weren’t used to it to this day, and that was what seemed to make enjin enjoy doing it even more, amber eyes rolling with little malice as he used his other hand to hold onto the crease of your waist, pressing you back onto him with an increasing fervor.

xavier loves when you get longer nails so you can scratch his head when he rests it in your lap, and if you stop for even a second he'll whine and peak open his eyes up at you like a disappointed cat until you keep going

sylus runs warm, and most of the time you end up not even covered by his plush duvet, but by him. His arms snug around your waist and his head on your chest the perfect blanket as you fall asleep.

zayne has this cute way of teasing you by stealing your candy on occasion. He'll kiss your cheek then your lips, lulling you into a false sense of affection then will slip the candy right out of your mouth with that slight smile on his face.

caleb puts you an air jail when you're being petty and giving him the silent treatment, and only lets you down if you agree to give him a kiss and tell him why "his pipsqueek is being so moody."

rafayel insists on applying your lipgloss/lipstick for you. He always steals your lip gloss before you can put it on yourself, insisting that his artist's eye can do it better. He'll gently tilt your chin up with two fingers, carefully applying it while studying your face with far more concentration than the task requires. Once he's finished, he'll lean back with a satisfied smile and hum, "Perfect."

a/n. because that "you shaved your bush" trend is on tiktok and how could i not think of the birthday boy bushleb himself losing his comfort bush

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It's ritual for Caleb to come home after a long day and just smother himself against you.

"Missed you, pips," he sighs against your neck, and you giggle as he flops down bed, lying on top of you. Nuzzling your skin for comfort, he slides lower down until his face is level with your thighs. The contact isn't always sexual, just that the feel of your soft skin after a long day is comforting.

"Did you do anything fun today?" He smiles up at you, hands absentmindedly slipping under your sleep shorts. You hum in thought, fingers running through his brown locks.

"I had a few missions I had to deal with. But I ended up finishing early."

"Mhm," Caleb's nose nudges your thigh softly. He caresses the curve of your stomach.

"So Tara and I also went out for dessert afterwards."

"That's fun." A blissful exhale escapes his lips as you comb through his hair just right. His fingers inch further down, inching to sink into the rough curls he knows are situated just-

"And I also-"

"You shaved your bush."

The line is so blunt yet laced with such a betrayed tone that you can't help but laugh.

"What?"

"Your bush. It's...gone."

"Yeah, I did shave it off in the shower earlier. Had to clean out the drain all by myself."

Caleb's eyes get all misty- this time not at the idea of you doing things by yourself, but the image of your poor bush hairs having to be wrenched out of a shower drain like they're not his greatest comfort.

"Why? Did I make you feel like you had to?" He demands, but it comes out in a more mopey, disappointed tone.

"No, of course not. I just got a bit irritated with the feeling. Wanted something smooth for a change."

"Oh, okay. You know, I love your body either way, pips, it's just...just..."

"Just what, Caleb?" Your tone softens. You look down to see him hide his face against your stomach, but it doesn't muffle the sniffle that's wrenched from him.

like rudo being jealous whenever reader give attention or care to the other kids and teens, like team child or amo even? maybe even zanka and riyo??

★ Rudo had never felt jealousy before, so he didn't know how to name that feeling. Still, a bitter taste would rise in his mouth whenever you weren't paying attention to him, but to someone else.

★ You were kind to your colleagues, always offering that radiant smile that made him feel safe. For some reason, when that affection was directed at the younger members, he got frustrated. You called him your son, so why did you treat those kids as if they were yours too? It wasn't fair!

★ Rudo would roll his eyes every time he found you with Dear Santa. The boy's serious expression was replaced by a calmer one in your presence, something Rudo deeply disliked. He clenched his fists, feeling his hands tremble as he watched you caress the boy's soft little face, who settled into your arms. He was as tame as never before, even surprising Bro Santa.

"You make him really calm," the older one comments, watching the two of you.

You just smile, with the little one hugged against your body, his head resting on your shoulder.

"Idiot," Rudo mutters, leaving the room.

You've already snapped your thighs shut around his head, one hand pushing desperately against his hair as if it will somehow detach him from your poor, throbbing clit.

Your entire body is writhing to get away from him.

But his hands are iron-clad in their grip on your skin. You're not going anywhere, even as you manage to fight through the overwhelming pleasure and twist your upper half. Grabbing at the pillows, the sheets, anything for leverage to pull yourself up the bed.

But, Sylus holds firm, mouth latched on to your slippery cunt. You're nearly begging, trying anything to somehow dislodge your beast of a lover from your cunt.

Imagine somehow being able to get yourself from your back to your hands and knees.

Trying so hard to crawl away on trembling legs but you just can't seem to make them move fast enough.

Not that Sylus is letting you get very far. Large arms encompass your lower half in a bear hug, and his face is smushing itself embarrassingly deep into your sloppy sex.

Succumbing to the fact that you're not escaping him, nor are you escaping his eager mouth. Melting into the pillows, slack jawed and watery eyed as you fully give in to the pleasure he's giving you.

Sylus isn't quite about it either, no, he's a loud eater.

He's moaning and groaning into your cunt, slobbering down your thighs, nuzzling his entire head into the warmth between them.

mm very very important question indeed, i had to sit with this one a longer while because genuinely...it's something that needs to be discussed. bear with me!! my writing is a bit rusty

✦ cw... bratty!reader, fem!reader, modern au, gris + bro + corvus mention, mean enjin, spanking, teasing, fingering, voyeurism (the others r totally listening), exhibitionism, slight pregnancy kink(??) idk bro thinks you'd look hot knocked up, gris is actually a huge pervert, not beta read pardon the grammar and misspellings love u !!

you're trouble. nothing, nothing but trouble.

dangerous, even.

you're smart, one of the smartest. prettiest, too, if you ask enjin.

but that damn mouth always, always gets you into trouble, and when you get into trouble, you end up just like this.

"shhh, doll, what'd i tell you? now's not the time for mouthin' off, honey," enjin hums, clicking his tongue when he felt you writhing across his lap. he acts like you can help it, like you can keep still when your ass is tingly with the stinging aftermath of being spanked by his stupid hands.

did you mention they were stupid? cus they are.

"y-y're sho fucking mean, jin," comes a pathetic little hiccup, teeth bitting down onto the fingers pressing down against your tongue. he was trying to help keep you quiet, knowing you'd be mortified if the other three heard you.

but enjin knows they're well aware of what's happening in your shared apartment's bedroom. all because you decided to be a tease while he was trying to play cards with gris, corvus, and bro on the one night they were all free at the same time.

"enjin, you're doing awful."

"i know babe."

"what happened to you being the best, hm? you're embarrassing me, baby."

"well, when i've got you hanging over my shoulder with your tits smooshed against my face, it gets hard to focus, y'know? 'm tryna bond with my guys."

"well, maybe you should be bonding with your girls..."

and who is he to ever deny you something—

"...'cause at least your good at that instead of this game."

--is what he thought before you decided to get smart. without hesitation, he threw his cards down and tossed you right over his shoulder with a firm slap to your ass, carrying you to the bedroom.

"i'll be right back, gotta deal with this one real quick."

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

"focus, baby, we're not done yet."

you're jolted back with a whine, his hand rubbing up and down your back, gentle on your cheek he just landed three spanks on. it's unfair how wet you get from this, the mixture of pain and pleasure making an addicting cocktail that makes your thoughts drip out of your pussy.

enjin knows, he always does, he knows this is the easiest way to get you dumb and brainless for him...and he absolutely loves it. he swipes a long, broad, wet stroke from the oozing entrance of your slit all the way down to your clit, puffy and swollen, just begging for attention.

the sound was immediate a wet, sloppy shlick as the pads of his fingers start rubbing little circles into the sensitive nub.

"ohh, sweet girl, look at you...my poor baby's leaking all over the place, just from my hand on her ass," he coos, savoring that pathethic mewl of his name that comes from around the fingers in your mouth.

you're so fucking wet that you're embarrassed, head dropping low as you flush from being able to hear the wet, sticky noises of him just circling patterns into your clit with his fingers, shlick, shlick, shlick, god, is he writing his name against your clit?

"aww, ain't that cute? wish the boys could see how pretty you look right now."

with a simple hum, his middle and index finger push deep into the tight, wet cavern of your pussy, groaning at the way you practically suck him and pulse at the thought of being watched by his best friends.

"mm, yeah? y'like that idea? thinking about those three out there, tryna keep themselves in their pants while hearing your shitty attempts at bein' quiet? they can hear you, 'm sure of it. you suck at being quiet, baby, they're probably listening for your next noise...go ahead, don't be shy. give them something pretty to listen to."

as if to prove himself, he curls his fingers juuust right, and pretty wail escapes you immediately followed by a loud, wet squelch from your poor cunt.

they most definitely heard that one.

he just chuckles, pulling his fingers out of your mouth to press down on your lower back to keep you from moving too much as he increases the pace, stretching the tight walls of your pretty cunt with a blunt, authoritative force as it practically milked his fingers.

"you always thought corvus was pretty, right? remember when i made you cum while i was on the phone with him? or the time gris walked in on us but you just kept bouncing on my cock when he was standing there in shock? shiiit, and i'll never forget—"

"j-jin, no, d-doooon't—"

"—when bro was gushing about how great of a babysitter you were to dear, that you'd make a wonderful mama one day? and let it slip out you'd have a pretty glow all round and cute?"

"j-jin, fuck, ssshut up, 'm—"

"maybe i should let em all listen to me make the smartest girl around an dumb fucking mess on my cock while i knock her up with my baby...and maybe they can come in and help clean up the mess."

you hated, hated cumming while super embarrassed, and he fucking knew that, because it always meant—

"ffuck, baby, you squirtin' for me? tha's it, keep cumming, make a mess all over my fucking pants s' i can go back out there just like this for them to see while we play that stupid fucking card game."

—you'd end up making a mess for him to brag about.

“m-mmh, e-enjinnn,” you plead, trying not to thrash because he just won't stop fucking you with his fingers.

you can hear him coo something about loving how you make his tattoos look so much prettier when your creaming on them, but you can't focus, hips bucking up instinctively to push back against his hand to prolong your orgasm. he can feel your soft gummy walls seize and pulse violently around his fingers, a series of frantic, delicious spasms that accompany the wetness that splashed all over him.

when the final, lingering tremors finally, finally ebb away, leaving you limp and breathless against his jean-clad thighs, enjin decides to be merciful and pulls his fingers out with a wet pop.

if you were able to look up at him, you'd see his face; a deep pink, his eyes hooded and glazed with pure satisfaction...and that dumb, stupid smirk plastered on his face.

his hand that rested on your back moves up, massaging your scalp as you came down from your high. and of course, enjin feels a huge ego boost, seeing you fucked out from just some fingers and a bit of spanking, your limbs heavy and trembling, puffy pussy still weeping and glistening in the dim light of the bedroom.

"pretty thing..." he purrs, clearly pleased with himself. he pulls you up into his lap, peppering your face in kissed with obnoxious 'muah's until you start to whine, biting at his cheek for him to stop.

"you're so embarrassing," you huff, leaning into him. "it makes me sick."

he doesn't miss a beat before correcting you, "makes you squirt is what you mean."

you want to knock him out cold.

"i know you do, dolly, it's okay, it's kinda hot."

you just pout, moving to bite him again before he stops you with a kiss, humming when he feels you melt against him. he loves how weak you are for him, it makes him fawn over you ever single time.

"you okay, though, baby? i didn't over do it," he asks, his tone softening, the teasing tone momentarily replaced by a genuine, heavy warmth. he leans forward, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your temple before leaning his forehead against your own. "that was a long fucking orgasm...you gonna be okay if i leave for a bit to still hang with them? i'll tell them to get out if you need me right now."

you just hum, rolling off him and plopping onto the bed. "go play with your boyfriends, my butt needs a rest from your stupid hands. you don't even realize how heavy handed you are."

that dumb grin is on his face, you can sense it.

"well, i gotta have bit hands to make sure i can slap as much cheek as possible."

"jesus, enjin, go! let me rest, my butt and pussy need a little break before you start being mean again!"

with a loud cackle, he helps you get comfortable on the bed before pressing a gross, wet kiss on your cheek. "won't be long, don't have you distracting me so now i can kick their ass. don't get too excited waiting for me, or i might not come back alone...just remember, i can hear when you start touching yourself," he teases, nipping your ear as you whine, hating that he knows you'll probably just make yourself horny again thinking about how the others will see your slick and squirt stains all over his sweatpants.

"you're so annoying."

"i love you too, angel."

when he steps back out into the living room, it's obvious they all heard you. each one of them is flushed in the face and corvus is clearly trying his hardest not to choke out gris who has a huge grin on his face, while poor bro is on the verge of fainting.

"enjin, my buddy," corvus starts, strained smile on his face. it falters when he gets a look at his sweatpants and it takes a couple of tries before he can find his train of thought again.

"p...please get your friend before he ends up through your coffee table."

bro just groans into his hands, shaking his head.

"i didn't even do anything! i'm just repeating what i heard back to them, is that a crime," gris chimes in, voice eerily innocent in a way that shows he's way too good at hiding his mischievous intentions.

enjin just shrugs, plopping back down and swiping up his cards that haven't moved since he left. "whatever you guys got up to is none of my business...however, after dealing with dolly and getting her all soft for me, i've got a new prize idea that's ten times better than $200..."

at that, they all lean in, curious to what this new 'prize' is...and they all know it pertains to you.

"whoever beats me gets to take a pair of her panties home t'night...and i'll make sure to make her cum in them before i hand 'em over. who's in?"

"..."

"..."

"...start the damn game," bro grumbles, absolutely ashamed but clearly determined as he throws his old cards in. enjin just grins as corvus takes everyone's cards and begins shuffling the deck again while gris elbows bro, praising him for 'finally letting the truth come out.'

“I can’t… I can’t feel… Sylus…!” You didn’t even know it was possible for your legs to bend this far, nevermind that you were this flexible in the first place. His grip on the back of your thighs only grows tighter, squeezing your flesh a little harder as he applies more pressure down.

“Yes you can… you can take it… you’re going to keep taking it like the good girl you are… like the good girl you’ve been…” You can’t control the whimper that leaves you, head tossing back as he presses more of his weight down on you… into you.

The mating press is brutal, your thighs are nearly crushing your breasts at this point. Your spine curves awkwardly, your hands are digging into your calves, you’ve lost all feeling below your waist.

Except for where his cock bullies your swollen, overstimulated cunt.

Throbbing with need each time he pounds down into you, swallowing him greedily despite your babbled pleas for him to maybe ease up or slow down. You have work tomorrow, after all.

"Fuck me like you mad at me, baby."

"I need a freak to drive me crazy."

Mad at me ~Sexyy Red

Enjin x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: There's only so much shit Enjin can take, but the real question here is; how much can you take when Enjin's had enough?

Tags : Orgasm denial, degradation, prone bone, backshots, dirty talk, banter, spanking, angry sex, bratty!reader, brat tamer!Enjin, no use or y/n, only half proof read

A/n : Requested by : @thanahollows (I'm SOOO sorry this took so long to writeeee this req has been begging for attention in my drafts)

Wc : 1148

i feel like sub nanami is so underrated as a concept. just the idea of an exhausted wall of muscle coming home, posture slouched compared to his normal poise and crumbling at your feet; just desperate to be near you.

him being too tired to have sex with you, but still being pent up and still wanting to please you, begging you to use him as you want whilst at the same time pleading you to make him feel good.

his glasses sliding down his nose as you ride him while he lets out little noises he'd usually restrain himself from making, simply losing all composure and his mind just being you, you, you.

him cumming and hiding his face in your neck, mumbling soft sleepy 'thank you's and 'love you's, his mouth moving against your slightly sweaty skin, the heat of your body accompanied by the heat of his breath.

you combing your hands through his hair to help him fall asleep since he needs to take a break so badly.. he works himself to the bone to give you a comfortable life, taking care of him like this in return is a pleasure. in more ways than one.

thinking about people assuming nanami is always the dominant one in the relationship given his character and his build and both of you knowing that’s nowhere close to the truth.

thinking about pulling nanami by his tie to tease him, but instead of him putting you in your place he falls to his knees and presses his head against your thighs, staring up at you with watery eyes.

thinking about nanami plopping his head into your lap when you’re watching tv, making approving noises as you play with his hair; somewhat akin to a pleased cat.

thinking about getting ready on a saturday morning while nanami watches you, still in bed. being able to feel his gaze and practically see the hearts in his eyes via the reflection of the mirror you’re stood in front of.

thinking about nanami getting you an expensive outfit for one of your anniversaries, making you keep it on later that night while he’s completely bare, his dick throbbing in your hand. him getting off on the idea of providing for you. that, and simply how good you look in the outfit.

thinking about bathing with nanami afterwards, peppering kisses all over his neck, making sure not to leave any hickeys. you wouldn’t want to break the illusion he gives off, right? it’s more fun when it’s a secret between the two of you.

thinking about nanami making you breakfast the next morning as a ‘thank you’ for taking care of him. (shirtless with an apron on, of course)

you sink down onto him slow, thighs trembling as his thick cock stretches you open inch by inch.

nanami’s hands grip your hips hard enough to leave marks, breath ragged against your mouth while you settle fully in his lap. the bedroom is dim, just the low lamp casting gold across his bare chest and the way sweat already beads at his collarbone.

he kisses you like he’s starving, tongue sliding deep, tasting every soft sound you make. your fingers thread through his blond hair, tugging lightly as you start to roll your hips, riding him with that slow grind that makes his thighs tense beneath you. wet sounds fill the room each time you lift and drop, slick coating his length and dripping down to his balls.

“fuck,” he murmurs into your lips, voice hoarse and wrecked.

one hand slides up your back, pressing you closer until your breasts crush against him. his other hand stays on your ass, guiding you, helping you bounce a little faster. every drag of his cock inside you hits that spot that makes your toes curl.

you lean in to kiss him deeper, tongues tangled, breaths shared hot and messy. his hips buck up to meet you, driving himself even deeper. that’s when he breaks the kiss just enough to pant against your mouth, forehead pressed to yours, eyes half-lidded and desperate.

“don’t leave me again,” he whispers, the words raw and trembling right there in the middle of it all. his voice cracks just a little on the last syllable, like the thought alone hurts. he pulls you back into the kiss before you can answer, hungrier now, teeth grazing your bottom lip as he thrusts up harder.

you ride him through it, clenching around his cock with every rise and fall, skin slapping softly together. his hands roam like he can’t get enough of you, palms mapping your waist, your ribs, the curve of your spine. he groans low when you grind down and circle your hips, milking him just right.

He gives major fuck you in the bathroom on the first date before dessert arrives energy.

Think about it.

In his vampire myth, this man was ten seconds in from meeting MC and had every single intention to kill her and he STILL made out with her. Zero memory who she is, ready to impale her to death after bleeding her dry and has the audacity to be like “hold on, give me a kiss real quick,” LMAO!

In his dragon myth when MC was sneaking him, and she started acting like she was trying to fuck cause she feels bored did you see the look on his face? He was down!

I'm convinced if it wasn't for her hating his guts on sight in main story, because despite that she does admit he is hot as fuck so I KNOW he would have taken her amnesia having ass to base and slutted her out regardless. All she had to do was say when.

Nobody can tell me otherwise.

Sylus is easy. And I love that about him.

Fake sleeping so he can get handcuffed to his bed wearing nothing but a silk robe.

Just stamp the words “Fuck me whenever” on your forehead Onychinus leader cause we all see you're about that life.

Sylus barely has a time to greet you, let alone process your words, before you’re climbing into his lap and kissing him passionately. Your fingers fist his shirt, tugging at the fabric.

“Eager, are we?”

“Went to visit Zayne during his lunch. I was-fuck-two seconds away from cumming when he got called away.” The desperation in your voice is clear as your hips weakly grind against his.

“Poor thing. Have you been this needy all day?” Sylus’s voice is heavy, the desire coming off of you in waves that makes his right eye burn brighter.

“Y-yeah. Please Sylus I-I need you now.” You whimper, undoing his belt with a shocking speed.

“Zayne will be home soon. You can’t wait?” He hums, helping you out of your clothes. Clearly, you do want to wait for him, your head falling to Sylus’s forehead as you sigh.

“I-I can’t. Just m-make me cum once? And then we can wait, I’ll be good I promise!” You’re practically trembling already, the thin fabric of your panties soaked.

It doesn’t take much. He finds your clit with ease, coating his fingers with your slick and circling steadily. It’s almost embarrassing how quickly you cum, crying out his name and biting his shoulder.

“Didn’t I tell you to wait till I got home to cum?” Zayne’s unamused tone makes you go rigid, and Sylus raises a brow at this new information, clicking his tongue in disappointment.

sum. enjin & gris have had about enough of your attitude and they decide to fix it themselves.

!! established poly relationship, brat taming, spanking, unprotected sex, (slight?) denial, dom enjin and gris, use of names like sweet girl, brat, slut, filthy girl.

The air in the bedroom is heavy. You sit on the edge of the mattress, arms crossed tight over your chest, your chin jutted out in a defiance that you know is fragile.

"Still acting like a brat?" Enjin eyes you lazily, standing near the doorway. Gris sits in the armchair across the room, his massive frame taking up the entire space, his blue eyes tracking your every movement with a calm, terrifying stillness.

"I'm not," you snap, earning a raised eyebrow from both the men. It’s like they are giving you one last chance to fix your attitude before they do it themselves.

Once you huff and look away, Enjin’s reaction is immediate. Taking fast, deliberate steps towards you, he firmly grabs your chin, making you look up at him.

"Guess we'll have to fuck the brat out of you then."

Before you can scramble back, his calloused hands grip your waist. Enjin easily manhandles you, breath leaves your lungs in a rush as the world flips upside down. Ass up, face down in the pillow.

You bounce on the mattress, the duvet bunching beneath you, and before you can even ground yourself, Gris is there. He looms over the side of the bed, a mountain of a man. His presence is warm but at the same time overwhelming.

"Such a bad attitude," Gris murmurs, his voice a soft, but it has a dangerous undercurrent. His hand, large enough to span your entire stomach, slides down your body, pushing your thighs apart with an effortless pressure.

You try to snap them shut as your last act of rebellion, but he holds them open with ease. His palm comes down without a warming. Not on your thigh, but squarely on your exposed pussy. "Tch. Not even wearing panties under your damn skirt. Was this your plan all along, sweet girl?"

The sound is a sharp, wet slap that echoes in the quiet room. Pain blooms instantly, a sharp, stinging heat that radiates outward, making your hips buck off the bed. A cry tears from your throat in half-pain and half-shock.

"Look at that," Enjin climbs onto the bed, kneeling behind you. "Such a filthy girl"

His free hand roughly pulls your shirt down, exposing your breasts to the cool air. His fingers sink into the soft flesh, squeezing hard enough to bruise, his thumbs scraping over your nipples until they peak, hard and aching.

The sensation makes your head spin; Gris’s hand coming down on your cunt again, another sharp smack that makes your clit throb with a mix of pain and pleasure, while Enjin’s mean hands mold your tits, twisting and pulling at your hard peaks.

"Our little slut, aren't you?" Enjin growls, and fisting your hair to make you look up at him, his dark eyes boring into yours. "Acting like a brat just so we’d fuck you stupid. Is that it?"

"If rough is what you wanted, you could’ve just asked" Gris counters, his hand rubbing over the stinging skin of your pussy now, his fingers dipping into your wet folds, circling around your peaking bud. "You like that?" he hums, rubbing his hand slowly over your slick before delivering a slap right at your throbbing clit.

You yelp, body trembling with need and hips rolling against Gris’s hand, seeking more friction, seeking the release that is building low in your belly. "Please," you gasp, hips chasing his hand, "Please, I need.. need you"

Enjin laughs, a cruel, short sound. He pinches your nipple hard, sending a jolt of electricity straight to your core. "You don't get to ask for anything. Not after that stunt." He roughly takes off your shirt, unclasping your bra so he can freely play with your tits, having no intention of giving you what you want just yet.

Gris pulls his hand away. The loss of contact is devastating. You are left hovering on the edge, your pussy clenching around nothing, your chest heaving under Enjin’s weight.

Gris easily turns you around like you weigh nothing in his strong grip. Both of the men eyeing your bare form, eyes darkening at the meal they are going to devour.

Gris moves between your legs, hooking his arms under your knees and dragging you down the bed until your ass is resting against his thighs. He frees his cock, thick and heavy, the tip glistening with pre.

He lines it up with your entrance and pushes inside your tight and wet channel. Not giving time for you to adjust, he slams into you, forcing a cry from your lips. Your eyes rolling back at the delicious stretch.

His massive frame presses you into the mattress, "This is what you get for acting like a spoiled little brat" he huffs out, your gummy walls squeezing tight around his cock.

At the same time, Enjin shifts beside you. Large hand tilting your head to the side. He grips his dick, slapping the head against your cheek, leaving a smear of pre-cum on your skin. "Open up," he commands.

You part your lips, and he thrusts in. He doesn't go slow. He shoves his length into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, making you gag. The salty taste of him floods your tongue.

They set a brutal rhythm. Gris pounds into you, his hips snapping against yours, big length stretching you to your limits. The sound of skin slapping fills the room. Wet and loud.

Every thrust drives you further up the bed, forcing Enjin’s cock deeper into your mouth. You are pinned between them, used at both ends, unable to do anything but take it.

"Look at her," Enjin grunts, his head thrown back, the yellow hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. "Choking on it. She loves being full. Isn't that right, brat?"

"You're so tight, so good," Gris breathes, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave fingerprints. He leans down, covering your body with his, his pace never faltering. The dual sensation is overwhelming. Gris hitting deep inside you, massaging that spot that makes your vision white, while Enjin fucks your face with a ruthless precision.

Enjin’s hand mauls your soft breasts, now sore from all his mean ministrations. Twisting your nipples, leaving them sore and aching. While Gris’ thumb rubs over your clit as he pounds into you. Pinching the little bud between his pointer and thumb.

The pressure builds again, fast and uncontrollable. Your body tenses, your toes curling, a muffled scream trying to escape around Enjin’s cock.

They sense it. They know your body too well.

"Not yet," Enjin snarls, "you’re not cumming just yet"

Gris stills his hips, buried deep inside you, but he doesn't move. He holds you there, trembling on the edge, denying you the final friction you need to fall over. You whine, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes, your hips bucking uselessly against him.

"Please," you beg, your voice wrecked. "Please, Gris", knowing he has a soft spot for you, you pout at Gris.

"Ya look so cute when you’re begging” Enjin says. He strokes his cock right over your face, his hand moving fast. "But you don't deserve it yet."

With a guttural groan, Enjin cums. Hot, thick ropes of it land across your cheeks, your nose, your lips. It marks you, sticky and wet, claiming you. The sight of it, the feeling of it dripping down your skin, pushes you closer to the brink, but Gris still holds you trapped.

"Fuck," Enjin breathes, milking the last drops onto your tongue before he collapses back on his heels to watch.

Gris waits until Enjin is finished before he moves again. He pulls out almost entirely, then slams back in, once, twice, three times. On the third thrust, he buries himself to the hilt and grinds against you. You feel him pulse inside you, the heat of his cum flooding your pussy, coating your insides. The feeling is enough to finally shatter you.

Your orgasm rips through you, violent and sudden. Your back arches, your vision blurring, a silent scream tearing from your throat as your pussy clenches around him, milking him for everything he has. Your body trembles under Gris's hold, overwhelmed by the intensity of it, the pleasure bordering on pain.

For a long moment, the only sound in the room is the heavy, ragged breathing of the three of you. The air smells of sex and sweat.

Slowly, the aggression melts away. Gris pulls out gently, a rush of fluid following him, but he doesn't leave you. He collapses onto the bed beside you, pulling you into his massive chest. His arms wrap around you, warm and secure, his hand stroking your hair softly.

"You did so good," he whispers against your forehead, pressing a soft kiss there. "So perfect for us."

Enjin moves from his position, disappearing for a moment before returning with a warm, damp cloth. He cleans your face with a surprising gentleness, wiping away the mess he made, his touch light and careful. Once you’re clean, he slides in behind you, spooning your back, his chest pressing against your spine.

You are sandwiched between them, Enjin’s warmth at your back, Gris’s solid weight at your front. The tension has completely drained from your body, leaving you limp and sated. You nuzzle into Gris's chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat.

Enjin presses a kiss to the back of your neck, his lips lingering on the skin. His hand rests possessively on your stomach.

"Go to sleep, brat," he murmurs, his voice soft but laced with a dark warning. "Just know that I won't be this nice next time."

You sigh, closing your eyes, letting the safety of their embrace pull you under. "I know," you whisper back, already drifting off.

The morning after, you wake up sandwiched between them, but the atmosphere has shifted. Enjin's arm is tight around your waist, his morning wood pressing against your ass, while Gris's hand is already roaming, his fingers dipping into your wetness, both men demanding you prove you're their good girl before they let you out of bed.

Two weeks. Two fucking weeks of Enjin acting strange.

Whenever you pressed your body against his in bed - whenever you slid your hand down towards the soft golden hair that leads down to his crotch, and you tried seducing him with your low voice he pulled away. Fourteen days about excuses, being tired, the missions were too much.

On day fifteen you tried again. Using the chance of him relaxing on the couch as you straddle his lap.

“Hi baby,” you purred into his ear.

Grinding down you moaned as you felt him growing thick against your middle. Only for him to lift you up and sit you down next to him.

“Not now, doll.”

The distant look in his eyes hurt as much as the reaction did.

Wordlessly you went to bed. Hurt, horny, confused. Scared that you’d lose him.

Enjin waited an hour before he shuffled to bed. Stiff he laid down next to you. But unlike the nights before you didn’t reach for him and he didn’t reach for you.

Ouch.

The next morning you still refused to speak to him and went to the bathroom. Brushing your teeth, your hair you prepared the shower since it took an eternity for warm water to come out.

You didn’t look up as Enjin followed after you. He fucked up and he knew he fucked up. But what you didn’t know there was a reason for all this, and that was him being terrified how you’d react. Maybe even laugh at him.

Behind you he took off his clothes and you didn’t mention how rude it was for him to occupy the shower when you were here first.

“Come with me, doll.”

Confused you did as you were told. Stripping naked and standing behind him under the warm stream. If he’d break up with you in the shower then that’d be the foulest thing he’d ever done.

When Enjin turned around he took your hand and guided it down to his cock. It was still soft, but it stirred under your touch.

Well, that wasn’t—

“Look.”

You looked down and there… holy shit. Along the base was a name. Neat letters in black, slightly raised against his skin, because it was still healing. Your name. Your name was tattooed on his dick.

“Enjin,” you breathed. Fingers dancing softly over the letters.

“It hurt like a bitch,” he swallowed. “Didn’t want you to see it before it healed. It’s fuckin’ stupid, ain’t it?”

“Stupid?” your bottom lip wobbled.

"Didn't know how to tell you." he ran a hand through his wet hair. "How do you say 'I got your name tattooed on my dick because I want to carry you with me even when I'm inside you' without sounding insane?"

A wet laugh bubbled from your throat. Half sob, half relief. “You’re an idiot,” you whispered.

“Yeah.”

He was fully hard now, throbbing against your palm. It looked so fucking hot how his skin turned red and the letters curving with it. Hunger and desire had your thighs rubbing together.

“I think I want to see it up close,” you hummed as you went down on your knees.

A relieved groan escaped Enjin as he saw the arousal in your eyes and felt the want when you kissed the letters inked into him forever.