Idk Anymore

Because of him, I think I have hand kink now especially hand with hot ass tattoos…

Those sleeve tattoo that peek out when he lifted his arm or wear some baggy short sleeve shirt got me feeling hot and bothered.

"baby, I've missed you, please let me have this"

"En', no. I'm too tired, I've been on non-stop missions for the past few days, besides..." you slightly adjust yourself a bit, maneuvering the comforting blanket from your body to showcase a deeply nuzzled and coddled Dear sleeping ever so close to your chest. cute tiny little arms holding on to you with a grounding grip, snoring lightly. peacefully.

Enjin groans, irritatingly. slumps his head against your shoulder defeated, then sharply gazes down at the sleeping younger cleaner clinging onto his partner.

"what's he even doing in here anyways? shouldn't he be with Bro or something?"

"Enjin, stop. he had a nightmare, poor baby, and Bro is currently away on a mission. so get over it."

again, Enjin exceeds an annoyed protracted groan, but with more rolled vexation and provocation of not having his alone time with you. and solely, only with you. he rests his chin onto your shoulder, then catches a quick glimpse down at the now awakened young cleaner. smugly grinning up at him, snuggling closer into your warmth and tenderness.

and Enjin could feel his blood vessels pop rigorously along his neck and forehead. the knowing, menacing glint shimmering in the young cleaners eyes, triggering something so frenzied.

oh, this little shit.

if there's one thing enjin will forever love doing, it's teasing the hell out of you. enjin x reader!!

enjin has a multitude of petnames from you, and with every day that passes, you swear each and every one of them becomes more absurd.

you had grown used to semiu snickering and zanka gagging every time he called for you — names like sweet cheeks, little lady, pretty thing, buttercup, princess — but the name he calls you by today? you're positive it can't get any more egregious than this.

"bugaboo? enjin, please tell me i've misheard you."

"hahh? what's wrong with bugaboo?!"

he yelps when you smack his arm before the sound transforms into a hearty cackle, and you resist the urge to smack him again and instead grip his arm firmly

"you are such a jackass! call me that in public and i'll turn you inside-out."

enjin has hearts for eyes when you tell him that, grinning with all his teeth as his fingers tap rhythmically against the steering wheel in front of him. he's driving leisurely today, for once, but the only reason for it was because he wanted to talk with you longer.

"don't say that stuff to me, bugaboo. ya'know it turns me on—yeeeeowch! you smack hard, lady!"

"the kids are sleeping in the back—"

"pshhh, they've heard me say worse," he snickers, and you shake your head in disbelief, flustered and speechless more than ever as you sit back in your seat with a huff

"you're so....ugh." you grumble, and enjin doesn't hesitate to lean over the center console and press a hard kiss onto your cheek. you whine, trying to push him off, but he just presses another one onto your forehead before pulling back

"—i have a colorful selection of nicknames for you, there has to be at least one that you like." he says, and when you don't respond, his eyes light up

"ohh so that's how it is? which one is it?! tell me!" he demands eagerly, but you merely look out the window and ignore him. unluckily for you, enjin loves a good challenge.

"all right then. we've got a bit of a ride ahead of us, so don't think i won't get it out of you, babydoll." he teases, but you merely roll your eyes, squinting to keep a lookout on the road since enjin would rather stare at you than be a responsible driver.

—unfortunately, your boyfriend was equally persistent as he was annoying (which was very much), and he knew you like no other. so, when he finally says the word pretty girl while reciting his long list and sees your lips twitch in his peripheral, his entire face lights up as if he's discovered something sacred and special.

"pretty girl? you like that?" he questions, smooth voice sending shivers down your spine, and when you mistakingly stammer, his eyes sharpen like a predator finding its prey

"aww, don't pout, pretty girl! pretty girl, pretty girl, my pretty girl, the prettiest girl," enjin coos, and your face is positively on fire. enjin's ridiculously loud laughter eventually stirs rudo from his sleep, who sits up with a confused mumble while zanka continues drooling all over the younger cleaner's shoulder — on the other hand, you keep one arm braced against the door so you can get out the moment the truck rolls to a stop

"wha...what's so funny?" rudo slurs sleepily, but enjin only grins in response, yelling at zanka to wake up as he yanks his keys out and chases after you. you're speed walking towards the entrance of hq after prompty exiting the truck the second it stopped, but enjin is quicker, coming from behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind

"you little—" you start, but enjin spins you around in his arms before you can cuss him out, and instead you squeal and tighten your hold on him

"what was that, pretty girl?" he questions with that handsome smirk that sends your heart racing, and the only thing you can do is hide your face in his neck as he throws his head back and laughs at you—again.

“you’re pretty,” enjin hummed suddenly.

when you looked up he was already watching you. “yeah?”

“mm.” he grinned lazily. “the prettiest.”

you leaned up with eyes full of love and enjin visibly brightened. his hand slid up behind your neck as he kissed you softly.

oooh, you liked it a lot when your man kissed you all gentle without tongue. his warm lips caressing yours, making you sigh. he hummed in return, clearly pleased. pulling you closer you’re halfway on his lap. his other hand settled on your lap and he caressed you and you just melted.

“you’re clingy today,” you whispered against his lips.

“you complainin’?”

shaking the head you pressed another kiss to his lips. another and another. each one lasting a little longer. enjin smiled, a little smug about how breathless you were getting. your fingers curled into his shirt while his. nose nudged against yours affectionately.

perfect… until you heard the faint rustle of fabric.

enjin and you froze, lips still smashed together you stare at each wide-eyed. slowly both of you turned your heads toward the corner of the common room. and there, sitting perfectly still at the small table near the shelves, was fu.

the poor boy looked like he’d been trying to become one with the furniture.

your soul left your body. “fu?”

fu looked up slowly. his expression was painfully neutral, but the tips of his ears were bright red.

“i didn’t wish to interrupt,” he said quietly.

“you’ve been here this whole time?” enjin asked

“yes.”

you made a strangled noise and buried your face into enjin’s shoulder. “oh my god.”

enjin looked genuinely horrified for exactly three seconds before he started laughing. full ass belly laughing. “you serious?!” he wheezed. “you just sat there watching us make out?!”

fu smiled nervously. “i had my eyes rested.”

“huh?”

“i was tired.”

“you could’ve coughed or something!”

“i attempted to leave once,” fu admitted softly. “but you pulled her into your lap and i feared that movement would attract attention.”

so, where was the hole that’d swallow you whole? enjin was practically dying beside you now, shoulders shaking with laughter while you smacked his chest repeatedly.

“this isn’t funny!”

“it’s a little funny.”

“i leave now,” fu announced and got up.

“yes please,” you said immediately.

“no wait,” enjin interrupted, still grinning like an idiot. “how good was it?”

“ENJIN.”

fu looked between the two of you like he was reconsidering every life decision that had led him here. “you’re both very affectionate.”

enjin looked proud of that. you looked ready for death.

“next time i’ll announce my presence,” fu finally stood up.

“please do,” you mumbled into enjin’s shoulder.

he gave a small nod and walked towards the door. “your relationship is very beautiful.”

then he left and you slowly removed your face from enjins shoulder. your man was still grinning.

“you traumatized fu.”

“me?!” you hissed. “you pulled me onto your lap.”

“and you liked it.”

you groaned loudly. enjin laughed again before pulling you back against him despite your embarrassment. he pressed a kiss against your temple.

“i’m never making eye contact with him again.”

“that’s dramatic.”

“you didn’t see his face!”

enjin kissed your cheek again. “still think you’re cute.”

every single time you bend down in front of him he smacks your ass like it’s a reflex. like a doctor hitting your knee with that little hammer. he genuinely doesn’t even realize he’s doing it anymore.

when you take off your shirt he hollers, “BOOBIES!” loud enough for half of the cleaner hq to hear. rudo once dropped a wrench because of it.

he got a pic of you in his pocket where you sleep with your mouth wide open, double chin included. he proudly shows it EVERYONE.

calls you baby in increasingly stupid variations. sugarbaby. babycakes. babygirl. babybel cheese. babesaurus rex.

absolutely the type to fake dramatic injuries for attention. “aughhh… my heart…” — “what happened?” — “you looked too pretty.”

if you ignore him for more than ten minutes he starts escalating. first it’s whining. then poking. then laying on top of you like a weighted blanket. “hello? hello? customer service? my girlfriend stopped loving me.”

he cannot flirt normally. ever. he points at you and goes, “that one’s mine btw,” like he found a cool rock.

one time he tried to kiss you smoothly and accidentally headbutted you hard enough to make both of you see stars.

obsessed with making you laugh. if you laugh so hard you snort, he acts like he just won the lottery.

if you’re cooking he WILL appear behind you and steal food straight from the pan while acting offended when you hit his hand away. “wow. abuse. in my own home.”

absolutely the kind of boyfriend who starts fake beef with inanimate objects for hurting you.“this table got one more time to hit my girl before i square up.”

loves putting his cold hands on your skin just to hear you shriek.

kisses you mid-sentence. not romantically either. fully to shut you up because he thinks it’s funny.

every time you wear something slightly revealing he malfunctions, in a “walking into walls because he’s staring” way.

would 100% yell “THAT’S MY WIFE!” over the smallest accomplishments. you parallel parked successfully? THAT’S MY WIFE!!!!

he treats your bra like a deadly ancient artifact whenever you ask him to unclasp it. “okay wait. hold on. i almost got it. why’s this built like a fucking escape room?”

once tried to carry you bridal style to be romantic. immediately dropped you both onto the couch because he tripped over absolutely nothing. another time he knocked you out on the doorframe.

if you’re shorter than him he rests his chin on your head constantly. if you’re taller than him he still tries. the posture is horrendous.

shamelessly fishes for compliments. “babe do i look sexy today?” — “you’re wearing one sock and my shirt?” — “answer the question.”

he sees you naked and suddenly turns into the loudest man alive. “WOOOOOOO!!!!” then rips his shirt off like in the werewolf meme.

──── MOM & DAD

the kids tease you by calling enjin and you mom & dad.

The first time it happened you almost hurled your jinki across the, now empty, battlefield.

Riyo stood in front of you and Enjin with her arms behind her back. Girl was covered in dirt and fresh scrapes after nearly getting herself crushed during a cleanup mission. You were pissed. And concerned.

“You can’t just rush ahead because you think you saw movement,” you snapped. “What if that thing had gotten you?”

“And if you get hurt,” Enjin added with a sharp glare, “You slow the entire team down.”

Riyo nodded dramatically the entire time, eyes wide with fake sincerity. You wanted to shake her, because you’d be heartbroken if something serious happened to her. Until she opened her mouth tho.

“Yeah, yeah,” she sighed once the lecture ended. “I get it. I’ll keep it in mind, mom and dad.”

Enjin was obsessed with the sound of your voice. The sweet melody you emitted when you spoke drove him wild. You could even tell him you wished him dead, and his heart would pound like crazy just from hearing it coming from you.

He was obsessed with seeing you wear his uniform jacket, or when you couldn't find your clothes in the morning and opted for his shirt that left nothing to the imagination. He would simply bite his lip and imagine the most insane things with you in them.

"Enjin," you would say, and he would look at you with eyes full of lust, a gleam that not even his Jinki could produce.

"Yes, baby?" he would reply, his hand encircling your waist and pulling you dangerously close with that smile that drove you crazy.

꒰ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ after your miscarriage you pull away from enjin, but this man would never give up on you.

the silence between you and enjin had started long before the blood.

it crept in quietly. jokes that didn’t land anymore, hands that didn’t quite reach other no matter how much you both reached out. the way he looked at you like he was afraid to say the wrong thing, or ask the wrong question. after the miscarriage then the silence became a weight that pressed down on your chest until breathing felt like work.

────୨ৎ────

for someone who claimed to not like clingy people, enjin sure was persistent about sleeping in your room every night.

“it’s cause you help me sleep better” he shrugged everytime you asked him.

maybe you would sleep better too if he didn’t take up half your bed. obviously, standing at 6’3, enjin was pretty big. you didn’t mind it at all, at least not until he was elbowing your rib cage as you were trying to get comfortable.

“enjin, scoot over” you huffed at him, just to get zero response.

“en—“

you were interrupted by him snoring right in your ear. it was like that every night, but you didn’t  think you could ever get used to it. 

especially when you woke up the next morning, and found him somehow rolled over onto you, practically crushing you to death! you tried pushing him off, but he was dead weight in this state. thank goodness he woke up just as you were about to start screaming for help.

he didn’t process the situation, not until he looked down and saw your exasperated expression.

“enjin! get off!” 

“aw, shit—sorry!”

he rolled back off you trying his best not to laugh. 

“seriously, i’m sorry” he smoothed down the patch of hair he roughed up when he was smothering you. “don’t know how that happened.”

he was much calmer the next night, and you actually found yourself drifting to sleep faster than usual—until one of his hands came down right in the middle of your face.

by instinct you yelped, causing him to jolt awake.

“what happened?!” he turned to you immediately.

“you smacked me in the face!” 

“for real?”

“yes, for real!”

he let out an awkward chuckle, before bringing you into his arms and lying back down. you were centered right at his chest, feeling it rise and fall at a steady pace.

“maybe this will be better? takes up less space” he offered.

“yeah, much better”