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❤️Zanka and reader try to give hickies to each other for the first time and Zanka ends up giving reader a big one on accident ✌🏻🌸
The atmosphere in the room was unusually…quiet. Zanka sat on the edge of his bed, back straight and arms crossed, maintaining that air of superiority he always used when he felt cornered. You were facing him, amused by the situation.
Minutes earlier, after a moment of shyness, the idea had come to you: to give each other a hickey for the first time. You had already done your part, leaving a small, perfect mark near Zanka's collarbone. When he saw himself in the mirror, he blushed to the tips of his ears, but immediately frowned, determined not to be outdone.
"Is that all?" he asked, huffing with a smile as he adjusted the collar of his uniform, covering the mark. "Piece of cake. Ready for me to show you how it's done?"
You laughed and moved closer to him, sitting on his lap. He immediately held you by the waist, but when you pushed your hair aside, revealing your neck, his heart skipped a beat. All his courage evaporated the moment he smelled your perfume and felt your breath. He swallowed, suddenly feeling like the clumsiest guy in the world.
He moved stiffly toward your neck, and when his lips touched your skin, a wave of heat washed over him.
That's where the trouble started.
Zanka had no idea how much pressure to apply. In his mind, a weak suction would mean he'd failed, and his pride wouldn't allow that, so he sucked...hard.
You let out a small gasp, surprised by the intensity, and that slight sound completely threw Zanka off. Instead of stopping, he panicked and remained glued to your skin, counting the seconds in his mind, his face flushed.
When he finally pulled away, his ragged breath caught for a second. His eyes widened dramatically, and he had to stifle a small gasp.
"Well?" you asked innocently, touching the area that still throbbed slightly.
"Fine," he replied.
You stood up and looked at yourself in the mirror; the small, aesthetically pleasing mark you'd expected was nothing like the enormous, circular, bright purple bruise that stood out on your skin. Not even trasg beasts left bruises like that when they attacked.
You turned and looked at Zanka in disbelief. He already had his head down and his hands on his knees, muttering an apology.
"I didn't mean to, I misjudged my strength," he said, still looking at the ground.
"Zanka," you whispered.
"It's my fault. I'm never competing with you again in anything that involves your neck! I swear! Does it hurt? Do you want me to get some ice?" He was still talking when you burst out laughing.
Seeing the imposing and competitive Zanka Nijiku completely defeated and embarrassed by a hickey was the best prize of the night. You approached him and cupped his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you.
"Relax, I don't care how big or small It is," you said gently. "I'll show you how it's done"
Gachiakuta characters x reader
reader is so in love with them, oh how you love them..
Enjin
Oh how you loved him. How could you not? He's so cool, funny, Charismatic, badass, powerful, protective, loyal, unfiltered, etc
You loved him so much, his dimples are so handsome, not sexy, just handsome. He's amazing. His fighting style, the way he treats the younger cleaners, he's so kind. you cant help but stare at him, how did you get so lucky? lucky enough for him to be your boyfriend.
He catches you staring for the 100th time today, and just smirks, "what's with you? you've been staring all day, have I got something on my face? hm?" you realized he caught you staring, and quickly snapped back into reality, and had to face the fact that you cant stare at him forever, sad I know. "oh! no! you don't have anything on your face, I just can't help it Jin, you're so handsome, I just love you so much,"
He freezes, in shock for a second, the way you said it, your voice full of love and care, so soft, and sweet, like he's the only good thing in the world. Which he kinda hates because you could do so much better than him, but yet? you sit here with him, like he's the love of your life..
"hey come on! don't go getting all sappy on me!" He nudges your shoulder, still smiling, the tip of his ears a faint pink.
you smile, and hug him, before pressing a quick kiss on his cheek, "hey, stop that! you're getting soft!" he's not actually mad, in fact he loves it, and he loves you, but not as much as you love him.
Riyo
Oh my..where to start?
Shes so pretty, So cool, so chill, and silly, what's there not to love about her?
the way she uses her vital instrument, that smile on her face when fighting, you cant see it, but you can see it in her eyes. How silly she gets, how funny she is.
shes so beautiful, it almost brings you to tears, how can someone be so pretty? She takes such good care of your hair, and you, you love when she steals your food or drinks, you don't even get mad, you want her to eat, as long as shes happy you don't care!
She steals some of your food again, "Riyo!" you yell out, she just smiles "whattt?? sharing is caring" oh that smile, it makes you melt so quick, you hand her your plate, wanting her to take more, "huh? oh sweet! thanks!" if it makes her smile? you'll do anything. no matter what it is, you just wanna make your amazing girlfriend happy.
Zanka
He's so cute, so serious but sweet at the same time. You love when he smiles or laughs, you love it more when it's you making him smile like that.
The way he cares for his Lovely Assistaff, with such care and love, and giving her a name with "love" in it? that's so cute, just like him, you wish he put his down more often, he's so pretty when it's down, when he's messed up from sleep, he's so cute when he wakes up from a nap or in the morning
You like watching him sleep to, not in a creepy way! in a way that you just wanna keep him safe in your arms forever. His face gets all soft, he looks a bit younger, it's sad to think that he doesn't even know his own worth. all you want to do is hold him, kiss him, and make sure no one can ever touch him again
you want a smile on his face everyday, you want him to win every fight, his pillows always cold, his playlist to play in the perfect order, for Lovely to always shine from him polishing her. Life just sucks when that doesn't happen.
You're laying with him, late at night, cuddled up together, he's so cute. You start peppering his face with kisses, whispering praises after each one.
"your so strong" Kiss "so handsome" kiss "so cool" kiss "the best" kiss
a faint smile appears on his face, he leans into the love
You stare at him for a minute, before speaking up
"I really don't understand you Zanka, Your so smart, so strong, so cool, clever, witty, nonchalant, How can you be all of those things and still say that your and average Joe? you're not even close to average, no one is like you, you're one of the best cleaners, you've proved yourself so many times, and yet you think it's not enough, it's more than enough, I wish you could see it"
your words flow out, pouring out your feelings, you loved him so much, so much you wanted to cry. but little did you know? he was listening, he woke up a few minutes ago, but he liked hearing your praise
Semiu
My god shes such a badass
So cool, she has that rich aunt vibe, the type to show up in an expensive car, sunglasses, and heels that click against the floor in a way that makes you know shes hot.
You can't get anything past her, Shes just too smart, and she doesn't play.
Oh how lucky you are to have a woman like her by your side. Oh how you fold when she kisses your hand, or forehead, you would give your soul to her! soul eater ref
You were sitting by her at her desk, while she read her special books..
you were kinda annoyed that she still read those, like your right here! you have tits and an ass! why doesn't she look at yours! you let out a huff and she glances at you "what?" you look at her, now turning your full body towards her, "I really don't get why you still read those" you were pouting a bit, "because I want to" she answers with a straight face.
"yeah but I'm right here?" she looks at you fully, and closes the book, "well, I would love to look at your body fully naked, but sadly I cant strip you down in public, where everyone could see you" ah damn, shes got a point, "yeah that's fair.."
"Quit pouting, I'll look at you naked later" she takes your hand, and kisses the back of it
oh your folding
I wrote this because I was feeling single and loney
I had an idea for enjin x reader what if reader gets pregnant and rudo gets extremely jealous and acts out
a/n: this was such a cool concept to write. i hope you enjoy it, i feel like rudo would be an amazing big brother.. he would for sure be so protective when the baby is born too if he can conquer his jealousy....
The two of you weren't trying to get pregnant but you weren't trying to prevent it either. When the span of silence from your bathroom stretched too long Enjin stepped into the doorway, voice trembling with a mix of emotions.
Mostly anticipation.
"Well?" His voice like velvet across gravel.
"It's positive."
The air shifted, lifting the weight of anticipation to replace it with the lightness of joy despite what the future of the two of you raising a child would bring.
Enjin's hands were on you, calloused but gentle against your cheeks as he peppered your face with kisses. His lips caught the tears of joy slipping from your eyes, but the worry if you were adequate or not to raise a child was beginning to make your lips tremble.
But when Enjin's lips took yours in an embrace suddenly the feeling of inadequacy faded away and was completely erased by the smile he gave you when he broke the kiss.
"You're going to be a great mother." He all but whispered as his arms wrapped around your shoulders to pull you tight against him. Your arms followed suit, circling his middle while you melted into him.
Enjin was going to make an exceptional father. That much was a given considering how wonderful he was with the younger Cleaners.
The two of you told the Cleaners a week later. Most of them had suspected something was going on seeing as you had been frequently sick the past month and a half. They were all happy on your behalf and offered their support, even deciding they should have a celebration on behalf of your pregnancy.
To which Rudo didn't show up for.
When you announced your pregnancy you had caught a glimpse of the white haired boy. His frame was rigid and eyes distant as he processed the news. You were surprised when he left the common room so soon after the announcement without a word to you or Enjin.
You thought out of anyone he'd be the first one to be excited for the both of you but you were wrong.
Your first trimester had been horrible.
Assignments for you were an absolute no. That was effective immediately as soon as you announced your pregnancy. You had made an effort to argue that you were pregnant, not an invalid, and perfectly capable of handling trash beats (when you weren't puking your guts out). Corvus had firmly sided with Enjin on keeping you off the field until after your pregnancy.
Not to mention the morning sickness. It only worsened as the weeks went on. There were days where it was so debilitating that you couldn't even get out of bed except for when you had to run to the bathroom.
Poor Rudo, bless him, had been present during those days when Enjin couldn't be. Often pulling your hair back and bringing you wet cloths to put on the back of your neck to help cool your body down. In between those moments you'd catch the twitch of his jaw, the look of frustration and worry in his eyes while he took care of you.
He wasn't happy about your pregnancy, you could see it every time he looked at you.
"This is your fault." You had heard Rudo's voice outside of your bedroom in the hallway, the door having been left ajar by the teen upon Enjin's arrival.
"Huh?" You'd heard the confusion in Enjin's voice as the comment stopped him from entering your room.
"She's like this because of you."
The door shut and you didn't hear the rest of the conversation, but you could make out certain words when their hushed voices outside of the door rose.
"...completely normal..."
"...better soon... I know you're worried..."
If you had the energy you would've inserted yourself to break up whatever disagreement the two were having but all you could do was lay there and listen. When Enjin came back into the room he had shut the door harder than intended. He immediately apologized as he languidly crawled onto the bed with you.
Tattooed fingers brushed the hair that was sticking to your forehead aside as he looked over your features. You were drained of your color, a little clammy and tired but otherwise well.
Whatever Rudo had said in the hallway had left a look of guilt in his eyes.
"Don't take whatever he said to heart." You reassured as you cupped Enjin's cheek in your small palm. "I'm right where I want to be."
"He's just scared. " You continued, "This is all new to him... a big scary change that has it's troubles as much as it does it's joys. We will have to be patient with him."
After a solid two weeks of the silent treatment Rudo finally spoke to Enjin, apologizing for what he said to him in the hallway outside your bedroom.
Now that your morning sickness had subsided you were able to accompany the other Cleaners in the common room and out to eat as often as they went. It was wonderful being able to finally eat and keep down your food again.
Rudo had grown quiet, not that he was much of a talker in general, but quiet in a way that was odd for him.
Normally when he was with you he would go on about something one of the guys did while on an assignment, something Enjin said that was cool... or how Riyo fell asleep on him in the jeep again on the way back to headquarters.
But now he hardly spoke a word. He would just silently attach himself to you, sometimes taking your hand and clinging on to you as if trying to memorize how it felt to hold. You got the impression he believed you were going to suddenly disappear unless he clung to you.
When he did speak there was an edge to his words that threatened to draw blood whenever he spoke to anyone, sometimes including you. However he would apologize profusely afterwards with tears present in his ruby colored eyes.
This went on until the end of your second trimester. You had Rudo's hand pressing against the round curve of your belly where he could feel the tiny kicks coming from inside.
The teen's expression was unreadable as he stood there with his scarred hand over your belly after he'd been instructed by Enjin to take his glove off so he could feel the kicks, after trying and failing to with his glove on.
"Isn't that amazing?" You said breathlessly with a smile on your face, your hand holding Rudo's to the spot on your belly as the baby continued to punch at his hand.
"Feels weird." Rudo's nose scrunched but the blush on his cheeks betrayed how he was truly feeling. You knew that flustered blush and could see the dawning of a intrigue in his eyes the longer his hand remained on your belly.
"Yeah," Your thumb brushed across his knuckles in a soothing motion. The scars on his hands never failed to draw compassion from you. "It does."
After that Rudo's mood shifted. His shoulders held less tension in them and his temper was quelled. You were happy to see him speaking to Enjin and the others with a better attitude. He even often asked to feel the life kicking inside of you.
Things had finally settled, or so you thought, until Rudo realized that he could hold more of your attention by pretending to be in more pain than he actually was after a run in with a trash beast that left him injured.
"What were you thinking?" You tutted as you cupped his cheek in one of your hands, turning his head toward you to get a better look at him.
"It's not that bad." He'd grumbled, eyes struggling to meet yours but readily enjoying the attention you were giving him.
"Not that bad? You're covered in bandages." You continued to fuss over him. You didn't cease to do so until Enjin insisted that he boy was fine despite how he looked.
The next few days were like that. You would fuss over Rudo's estate, constantly checking him over and inspecting him even after his bandages were gone.
But as your concern lessened Rudo began to feign still being in pain. He would wince when he sat up in bed when you came to see him, complain about soreness that no longer resided in his ribs, how drained he felt, when earlier that day he was up moving around with no issue.
You didn't notice that he was faking it until you overheard Enjin talking to him in the infirmary before your usual visit.
"You should talk to her instead of lyin' to her for attention..."
Rudo's gloved hands were clinching the infirmary sheets. He wasn't saying anything but you knew Enjin's words were weighing heavy on him. They weighed heavy on you for a different reason.
Why would Rudo be lying for your attention?
Then it clicked.
All these months you missed it. The mood swings, the clingyness, and now the deceit. He was jealous, not struggling with a new change in his life like you had originally thought.
Your lips pursed in thought before you knocked on the infirmary door to announce your presence.
The two males looked over at you standing in the door way and you gave them both a smile.
"Can I have a minute with Rudo?"
You didn't miss how Rudo flinched, nor the glance Enjin gave the boy before looking back at you with a nod.
"Of course baby."
Before you could sit down on the bed next to him Rudo was apologizing for lying to you about being more hurt than he truly was,
"I just... wanted your attention." His eyes were averting from yours. They'd been doing that a lot lately.
With a sigh you patted his leg fondly before resting your palms over your swollen belly. "I understand. Now that Enjin and I are having a child, I won't be able to give my attention to you as freely as I have before,
"But that doesn't change how much I value and love you,"
"You are just as important to me as the child growing inside of me." Your voice was soft, your smile softer as you looked over at him to assess how he was taking what you were telling him.
His eyes were welling with tears and he wasn't looking at you but you knew you were reaching him. A little reassurance went a long way when dealing with jealousy.
A beat of silence passed before Rudo shifted toward you to lean forward and rest his head on your shoulder from where you sat next to him on the bed. Your arm wrapped around him as you pulled him closer.
"I mean every word." You murmured to him, "And I think... you're going to make a wonderful big brother."
The boy froze at the words, as if he already didn't wear the title to the other younger Cleaners. He raised his head to look at you with wide garnet eyes as if he couldn't believe you'd give him the title to your child.
You offered him a warm smile while your hand raised to ruffle his hair affectionately.
"Really?" He breathed.
"It could go without saying." A kick from your belly caused you to let out a chuckle.
"I think the little one agrees." You said, your hand instinctively going to the area where the baby was pressing against your skin.
Rudo's eyes fell down to your hand and remained there before hesitantly reaching out to rest his hand over the child. You smiled hoping that the bond between Rudo and your child would be just as strong, if not stronger, than a blood relation.
Imagine: You and Enjin don’t always see eye to eye, but for the most part, you have a lot in common. For example, a love of good food, alcohol, and stupid jokes. So when the two of you go on a mission together, it can turn into absolute madness. Especially when you get a little too carried away with your Jinki and wield it so skillfully that you don’t even notice how you take down an entire crowd of trash beasts all on your own.
All Enjin can do is watch, making sure you don’t get hurt.
And admire you, because lately, watching you from the sidelines has become one of his favorite things to do. After all, when your short T-shirt rides up in a jump, exposing your stomach, your hair flowing beautifully in the wind, your eyes shining so brightly that he can’t help but wish you would look at him like that and only him, resisting you becomes almost impossible.
Sometimes, however, he still has to tear his eyes away from the sight, because the moment he hears you shout, “Enjin!” he rushes to your rescue without a second thought. Just a little longer, and you could have ended up in the jaws of a massive trash beast that hadn’t fully dispersed yet.
He catches you by the waist midair, opening his umbrella. You press yourself against him, wrapping your legs around his torso and your arms around his tattooed neck, squeezing your eyes shut because the two of you are flying high enough above the ground that the trash beast can’t reach you.
“I hate it when you do that,” you say, burying your nose deeper against his neck.
Enjin laughs, holding you tightly against him: “And I still can’t get used to the fact that my supposedly fearless girlfriend is scared of heights.”
You lightly punch him in the stomach: “I’m just not used to floating above the ground like some people. In order to be fearless, I need solid ground under my feet.”
Enjin smirks:“Fine. Then no more sex on the roof.”
You open one eye when you hear Enjin’s boots touch the ground, already far away from the place where the trash beast collapsed. You climb off him, fix your clothes, tighten your ponytail, and then say: “Now that is not up for discussion.”
And you walk ahead, swaying your pretty hips.
Enjin folds his umbrella, rests it on his shoulder, and smirks as he watches you go.
“I adore that girl.”
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Summary: Tonight was supposed to be a no-strings-attached hookup, but your period arrived earlier than expected.
Author's Notes: N/A
The tracking app had promised that your period wouldn’t start for another three days.
It was a total lie.
Instead of three days, you had about three seconds before a vicious cramp slammed into your abdomen. You dropped your forehead against the cool tiles of the bathroom wall, eyes squeezed shut as your lower back felt like it was being actively wrung out like a wet rag.
"You good?" Enjin asked, leaning against the frame outside. "If you're having second thoughts about my skills, you could've just told me to my face."
You swallowed hard, staring blankly at the closed door.
This was supposed to be a hookup. That was the whole deal between you and Enjin—a casual, no-strings-attached sneaky link. You called each other up, you had your fun, and you kept things completely casual. There wasn't supposed to be any heavy baggage, and it worked perfectly for both of you. Until right now.
Turning around, you practically ripped open the bathroom cabinet, your hands frantically moving bottles and old tubes of toothpaste aside. But there was nothing. You had used the very last pad last one during your last cycle and had planned on buying a new pack tomorrow, completely trusting the stupid app to give you enough time.
With no other choice, you used a makeshift layer of toilet paper just to buy yourself a few minutes, unlocked the door, and stepped out.
The instant you reached the small living space, you slumped heavily onto the nearby couch, curling your knees slightly toward your chest to ease the pressure in your stomach. Enjin was looking as relaxed as always, but the second he caught sight of you, his eyebrows shot up.
"Hey," you muttered, looking down at your hands because looking him in the eye felt entirely too embarrassing. "Look, I'm really sorry, but we have to cancel tonight."
Enjin blinked, tilting his head slightly, waiting for you to finish.
"My period just started out of nowhere," you forced the words out. It felt weirdly inappropriate to explain your menstrual cycle to a casual hookup partner, but you didn't exactly have a choice. "Seriously, I'm sorry for wasting your time. You can just head out."
Enjin didn’t move toward the door. In fact, he didn’t even look annoyed. He just stood there for a second, letting your words sink in, before letting out a huffing laugh that made you want to bury your face in the couch cushions.
He walked over, his heavy boots thudding softly against the floor, and stopped right in front of the couch.
"Head out? Nah," Enjin said, waving a hand dismissively. "Come on, give me some credit. A little blood isn’t gonna scare me off. Besides..." He tapped the side of his head, his smirk widening. "I'm a Cleaner. Handling unexpected, messy situations is quite literally my job description."
Comparing a Cleaner's duties to a menstrual cycle is so ridiculous that it made you let out a weak, painful laugh.
"Seriously, though," Enjin said, his teasing tone fading as he noticed your pale face and trembling from the cramps. "You look like you're about to pass out. I'm not just gonna leave you here to suffer alone. Where do you keep the backups?"
"That’s the problem," you muttered into the couch armrest. "I don't have backups. I was supposed to get them tomorrow."
Enjin blinked, looking around the small space as if a pack of pads might magically materialize on a shelf. When it didn't, he let out a short sigh and stretched his arms over his head. "Alright. Guess I’m going on a supply run. Don't move. Not like you can anyway," he added with a wink.
"Wait, Enjin, you don't have to—"
Before you could even protest further, he was already out the door.
Ten minutes passed. Then fifteen. You were lying flat on your back now, one hand pressed hard against your lower stomach to try and simulate some kind of heat, completely drained of all energy. The apartment was entirely too quiet, and you were just starting to wonder if he’d forget you when your telephone suddenly buzzed.
"Yo," Enjin said. "So, I'm looking at the shelf right now, and let's face it—I am an absolute shit at these. There are like fifty different colors here."
You groaned, pressing a hand to your burning face. "Just get any box that says—"
"Nah, nah, hold on, I wanna get the right stuff so you don't leak on your couch," he interrupted, completely unbothered by the crowd around him. There was a brief pause, the sound of plastic rustling on his end, and then he asked, with zero hesitation or volume control: "What’s the intake volume here? Are you a small, medium, or heavy-duty industrial size?"
"Look at the packaging—is there a green one or a purple one with wings?" you hissed, hoping whoever was standing next to him in the store couldn't hear it.
You could practically hear the grin in his voice. "Wings? What, are these things gonna fly away? Alright, alright, calm down. I'll be there in five."
The line went dead. Your face burning hotter than a fever. You buried your head under the couch cushion, praying a stray meteor would crash through the ceiling and end your misery right then and there.
It didn't take long for the door to click open again.
Enjin walked back in, carrying a plastic convenience store bag that looked absurdly small in his massive grip. He tossed it onto the coffee table right in front of you.
"Alright, change out your temporary fix, and then we eat," Enjin announced. Right next to the plastic bag, he dropped a grease-stained brown paper wrapper. Inside was a massive, piping-hot street-food skewer. "Smelled it from two blocks away and figured you looked like you needed the calories."
"You're staying?" you asked, pausing.
"’Course I am," he smirked. "We might not be tangled up in bed tonight, but I can still keep you company. Now go on, before you ruin your own furniture."
You didn't argue. You scrambled to the bathroom, handled the situation, and walked back out.
But before you could even reach for the food, he unclipped his coat and spread it out. "Alright, give me your arms."
"Enjin, what—"
"Don't argue, just lift 'em."
With a breathless huff, you complied. Enjin tossed the coat over you, tucking one side firmly under your ribs, rolled you tightly to the left, tucked the other side under your back, and pulled the bottom up over your feet. Within ten seconds, you were pinned flat against the cushions, wrapped so securely that you looked like a burrito.
"Enjin, I can't move my arms," you muffled into the collar, blinking up at him.
"You don't need your arms to rest," he said. He reached down, picked up the greasy street snack, and held it right in front of your face. "I'll hold it. Just bite."
The situation was reaching a level of absolute absurdity you hadn't thought possible an hour ago.
After you managed to take a few bites, Enjin wiped a stray drop of sauce from your chin with his thumb. He grabbed an old remote from the counter and flopped heavily onto the floor right next to the couch, leaning his back against the cushions near your feet.
"What are we watching?" he asked, flicking through the screen until he landed on a low-budget action movie.
"This is stupid," you murmured.
"Yeah, it's terrible," Enjin agreed easily, resting his head back against the couch, just inches from your cocooned legs.
He didn't make a single move to leave, looking perfectly content to spend his night off sitting on a dusty floor.
zanka has memorized what time you'd be up, when you start getting hungry, when you need a nap, when you need to go to bed after a long day out on a mission.
zanka has memorized the smell of your perfume. the comforting, familiar scent that lingers in the hallways of the hq as you pass by him. he always seeks for it, hoping to catch a whiff any time of the day.
zanka has memorized your little quips and quirks. no matter how usual or unusual they were, he'd always catch them and be proud of himself when he notices.
zanka has memorized the way your lips would first curl upwards before you start having a laughing fit after he says something that isn't even close to a joke. you simply found it entertaining.
zanka has memorized the intonation of your voice, the way your accent gives off a unique identity as to where you're from before you got recruited into the cleaners. he knows when you're mad, calm, happy, or sad, or whatever emotion you may be conveying—and zanka could never be happier than to read you correctly.
zanka has memorized your script whenever you'd catch him training relentlessly in the training grounds, especially if he's been going at it for long hours without rest. he would mumble it under his breath as you go along with your scolding.
“...if you know what i'm going to say, would you at least please listen?”
zanka pursed his lips in guilt. of course he listens, that's why he remembered. but…
“no buts,” you immediately contradicted his thoughts. “get inside, straight to your quarters, and rest. right. now.”
zanka has memorized every angle in your face—the shape of your face, your eyes, your lips, your nose. he sometimes wonders if he has eidetic memory by the way your face always appears so clear in his mind.
zanka has memorized the sweetness of your lips, the softness, the plumpness of it. how it responds to the touch of his own, the way it dances along against his. he has it all etched to his mind—as well as how your hand interlaces with his as you press your bodies closer, feeling the warmth of the other.
he knows, and he will have it all memorized until the end of time.
Enjin sneaking and slipping into your bed from behind you, slithers his big, inky hands up along the curves of your hips up to the smooth skin beneath your shirt of your rib cage. greedy, inquisitive lips kissing slowly, suggestively at the back of your neck to the slant of your soft shoulder. you softly, tiredly mumble him a whispered enough and he whines a little, continuing on kissing your neck, stopping just at the juncture of your jawline, watching you peer swiftly over your shoulder.
"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.
AAHH your fics got me kicking my feet I hope u know that 🥲 I hope you’ll entertain my request about Corvus with a motherly nurse reader I’m a sucker for some fluff I NEED that man 💔💔 tysm for ur service 💐
Just remembered Eishia and Shikage are on Team Akuta why is Enjin so greedy
Warnings: none
Being a giver with far more medical knowledge than anyone could imagine, it was only natural for you to be placed on Team Front. This team worked directly under Arkha Corvus, being made up of givers with unique abilities that are suited better for tasks that help keep HQ in order while also being made up of the most responsible cleaners.
You spent your days mentoring young Eishia, teaching her practices that she hadn't already learned from Alice while also encouraging her to have confidence in her own abilities. It was rare you'd actually have to handle anything serious that her vital instrument couldn't handle, but it was better to be safe than sorry. When you weren't with Eishia you were organizing and keeping track of everyone's medical records dating all the way back to the day they first got to HQ. While the young giver's ability was best suited for healing existing ailments, you handled routine checkups, catching signs of illness before it actually happened.
Well, save for right now.
In the midst of Rudo's arrival and a run in with the Hell Guard it seems that the esteemed Arkha Corvus had overworked himself to the point of sickness. He'd been too busy to worry about his health, running off of god knows how many cups of coffee and a dream.
Which is how he ended up sitting in the infirmary with you shooting him a disapproving look.
You stood with your arms crossed, looking down at your boss (and lover) feeling far less than amused. His shoulders were slumped, heavy bags hanging below his tired eyes.
"Just how many times do I have to tell you to rest every once in a while?"
His lips twitched up into a lazy smile, one hand coming up to scratch the nape of his neck awkwardly.
"Things have been busy around headquarters lately. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine- ACHOO!"
Sighing, you rest gently the back of your hand against his forehead before withdrawing your touch to rummage through the drawers of the infirmary.
"You're abnormally warm. That and the sneezing probably means you have a common cold."
Grabbing a bottle of painkillers, you bump the drawer shut before returning to the spot in front of the sick, guilty man. You placed the bottle in his hands before cupping his face, thumb rubbing soothing circles on the apple of his cheek as he's relaxed by your touch.
"You're going up to your room to rest while I find you something warm to eat. Got it?"
He hums, one of his hands coming up to rest atop yours before he turned to press a kiss into your palm.
"Whatever you say, doctor."
Arkha Corvus was currently tucked into bed, blanket pulled all the way up over his chin while you placed a cold, wet towel over his forehead. He felt incredibly silly, like a little boy who got sick because he didn't listen when he was told not to play in the rain. Lucky for him, he had you here to ensure a speedy recovery. You had gotten him some soup and water a few moments prior, now sitting at the side of his bed with a hand resting atop his blanket-covered chest.
"I worry about you sometimes, y'know?" you confess, voice low and more gentle than your earlier scolding. "I know how capable you are and that work is important but so is taking a break."
The man sighs, feeling a bit guilty for not heeding your earlier warnings. He feels his normally tense muscles begin to relax, his body sinking deeper into the mattress while your hand gently caresses his chest, soothing him.
"You're right. I'm sorry you have to take care of me like this."
"Don't be," you reassure, leaning down to plant a kiss on his cheek.
"It's my job. Besides, what kind of partner would I be if I left you to be sick and miserable all by yourself?"
Sum. You, semiu, gris, bro, and enjin were playing cards. But enjin's mind is on overdrive, imagining all the things he wants to do to you. Too big of a loser to man up and confess, he uses strip poker as a questionable tactic to get your attention.
!! suggestive, smutty at the end??
Song: dress by taylor swift
The clock on the wall reads half past two in the morning, and the common room had long since emptied of everyone except the five of you. Cards litter the table between worn couches. Air smelling of tobacco (thanks to enjin) and sweets that Rudo had gobbled down here.
Enjin leans back, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "So," he says, "who's up for making this interesting?"
Semiu adjusts her glasses, sharp eyes already suspicious. "What are you scheming now?"
"Strip poker." Enjin tosses the words out like he's talking about the weather. "Come on. We're all adults here."
Bro nearly chokes on nothing, his muscular frame going rigid. Gris remains still as a statue, "Um. I don't know, is that fine with you guys?"
"You just wanna see her without clothes," Semiu deadpans, gesturing toward you with a nod. Enjin doesn't deny it. Why would he? Too big of a loser to confess directly, he's gonna rely on questionable tactics to get your attention.
Surprisingly, no one refuses. Maybe it was the late hour making everyone loose. The cards are reshuffled, and the game begins.
Bro loses first. His face flushes red as his large hands grip the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and muttering something about luck not being on his side tonight. Whew. Was he always this big and muscular?
Semiu loses next. She kicks off her socks, saying it counts as clothing too. Gris looks at her quizzically and Enjin just scoffs and continues to play. There's only one he's interested in seeing without clothes, anyway.
"You're cheating. I can't prove it but I know it." Your eyes narrow at Enjin and he barks out a laugh, "never in a million years!"
The game continues. Cards flick across the table, and somehow, you found yourself staring at a losing hand. Your pulse quickens. Whether from nerves or anticipation, you can't say.
Sighing, you come to terms with reality. Your fingers find the button of your pants, sliding the denim down your legs with shaky hands.
Bro and Gris both look away immediately. But Semiu nods in appreciation. "Nice legs."
Enjin says nothing. His jaw tightens, tattooed hand gripping his cards hard. His eyes roaming over your soft thighs that he would love to leave marks over, mind reeling with the image of his hand over your plump ass, his face buried between your thighs, imagining the scent of your sweet arousal. He looks almost pained, finding it hard to concentrate on the game he started himself.
Gris loses the next round. He removes his shirt with ease, revealing a body that's muscular, defined, and clearly the result of dedicated training. You couldn't help but look. The man was built like a sculpture.
Enjin notices, his eyes narrowing. He leans toward you and murmurs, "See something you like?" his voice laced with jealousy.
You turn towards him and shrug, "just appreciating the view". This earns a chuckle from Semiu, "I get it, y/n. I get it". Enjin rolls his eyes and slumps in his seat. Muttering about how you haven't seen him shirtless yet.
Gris clears his throat, face reddening. Bringing the attention back to the game.
(Un)surprisingly, the cards betray you again.
Your shirt came off, and suddenly you were standing there in nothing but a lacy bra and matching underwear. The air felt different against your bare skin. Bro's face turning red and Gris suddenly found the ceiling very interesting.
Semiu, however, looks you over with appreciation. "Better than the girls in those magazines"
Everything drowns out for Enjin. His gaze is fixed on the curve of your breasts beneath the lace, and you could almost visualize the thoughts racing through his mind. His hand, he imagined, would cup you better than that bra ever could. His thumb would brush over your nipple until it peaked, then he'd worship the soft flesh with his mouth.
He's fighting the urge to press you into the couch right here, lights still on, where anyone could walk in. Lips latching onto your perfect tits while his fingers stuff you full until you're crying out for everyone to hear-
Semiu waves her hand in front of his face. "Earth to Enjin."
He blinked, a sheepish grin replacing his dazed look. "What? I was paying attention."
"You were drooling."
"I was not."
"Whatever," Semiu gets up, stretching her lean frame. "I'm tired. This was fun, but some of us have work tomorrow." She narrows her eyes at Enjin, "Try not to be too obvious about what happens next."
Bro and Gris follow her out quickly, offering quiet goodnights. Bro waves awkwardly and Gris nodded politely before disappearing through the door.
And then it was just the two of you.
The silence stretches for barely a second before Enjin pounces. One moment he's in his chair, and the next he's crossing the space between you, hands finding your waist as his mouth crashes against yours, caging you under him on the couch. The kiss is hungry and needy and filthy.
"Been waiting," he murmurs against your mouth, fingers already working at the clasp of your bra, "so fucking long for this."
Once the garment falls away, his hands are on you immediately. He cups your breasts in his large and calloused hands, thumbs dragging over your nipples, and the sound you make sends shockwaves straight to his dick that's pressing against your thigh, wanting out. His head dips, mouth replacing his hand, tongue swirling over the sensitive peaks, teeth grazing over it.
"Enjin.." you try to protest, to at least take it to your room, but it comes out as a desperate moan.
"Perfect," he huffs out, worshipping you with his lips and tongue. "You have no idea what you do to me."
Your fingers tangle in his hair as he works you over. When he finally pulls back, his eyes are dark with want, and his grin's all mischief.
"So," you say, panting already, "is this you finally confessing?"
He lets out a breathy laugh, eyes raking over your face with adoration and desire, "What do you think?"
"I think you've been wanting to do this for months."
He presses his forehead to yours, his smirk playful and eyes glinting, "and now that I gotcha," His hands slide down your sides, gripping your hips with possessive need. "'m gonna to make you forget anyone else exists."
"Here?" You glance around. Even though it's late, it's still risky.
"Here. Lights on. Where I can see every expression you make." His lips trail kisses over your neck, suckling and biting at the sensitive spots. "Bet you're soaked for me" he grins when your hips roll under him, craving some kind of friction.
"Gonna fuck you right here," he promises, lips brushing your ear. "And you're gonna love every second of it."
His hand slides down, palm pressing between your thighs, his fingers finding the damp heat of you through your panties. Enjin groans in satisfaction to find you dripping, the lace clinging to your lips.
The second he rubs his thumb over your leaking hole, your hips jerk, a broken sound tearing from your throat. Enjin’s laugh is dark and mocking. "That’s what I thought."
His fingers slowly drag the underwear down your thighs, voice raspy as he whispers in your ear, "I'll show you just how much I love you. Right here. All night long"
Cliffhanger?? Idk. I wasn't even planning on going in this direction when I began working on this. Just suggestive content and pining and desperation... But here we are. Should I make a part 2 for this??
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“she proceeds to ask me if i have a girlfriend and i’m like what? no, of course not,” enjin chuckled and put out his cigarette. “and then she brings up you, and well....”
“well what?” you asked. you and enjin have been close friends for a while now and you were practically inseparable. you hung out almost every single day, anything could become a hangout with the two of you. here you were, waiting for news from gris in his car, yapping away. it hadn’t clicked to you that people may have assumed that you guys were an item. you didn’t hate the idea, and you were sure he didn’t either. or at least, you thought he didn’t.
“don’t get me wrong, you’re cute.” you looked away at this, cheeks burning slightly. it took everything in you to play it cool, but your stomach was still in knots. you were too busy silently gushing at his compliment, you almost missed the next part of what he was saying.
“but, i’m not gonna lie…you’re pret-ty clingy. always texting me at the crack of dawn about the most random things. i feel bad for your future boyfriend. poor guy will feel like he’s being suffocated. he’ll ask me and semiu how to politely get rid of you or some shit.” he replied, laughing at his own joke.
you, on the other hand, were not amused. is that really how he thought of you? you thought bothering each other was a mutual, unspoken part of your friendship. the amount of calls you’ve received from him at midnight was concerning. he reach out often as well, but you were the one doing too much? tears prickled in the corners of your eyes as his comment sunk in. this is stupid, you told yourself.
he frowned. your silence was deafening. you watched as the gears shifted in his head before he realizing that he'd upset you.
“wait wait, i’m kidding. you’re not clingy, not at all. if anything, i’m the clingy one here. it’s so bad, i follow you around everywhere and text you in the middle of the night. i beg to go to doctor's appointments with you, the bank even. the only thing exciting about the bank is going with you. and the lollipops. but, it’s pathetic really. i’m kinda like an annoying puppy following you around. feel free to kick me if you want. i’d probably deserve it. i'm messing with you i swear. i'm sorry, i didn't mean to hurt your feelings." he rambled, rubbing his neck awkwardly and averting eye contact with you.
you shook your head quickly. you were stunned. the sting in your eyes was gone, but now, a wave of embarrassment washed over you. “you didn’t. it's fine, you’re fine i—” you sighed. “it’s not a big deal at all, just forget it.”
without a word, enjin placed his hand over yours and squeezed it. your eyes met his, and for a moment, it felt like time had stopped. your breath caught in your throat, heart practically about to leap out of your chest. his golden eyes searched your own before cupping your cheek with his hand. he grazed your cheek with his thumb gingerly before leaning in.
enjin’s lips were soft and warm. he brushed them to yours, slowly easing you into a kiss. your heart skipped a beat as you kissed him back, eyes fluttering shut. your hands were tangled in his messy blonde hair and he groaned softly as you tugged on it a little. freak.
you pulled away and crawled out of your seat, climbing into his lap to straddle him. he looked at you in surprise and raised an eyebrow at you.
“oh?”
you grasped his shirt and smirked.
“i’m gonna show you what clingy really looks like.”
ENJIN has a big dick. And honestly, it shouldn’t be a surprise.
All tall and broad-shouldered and muscular, your eyes widen when he pulls his pants down for the first time.
“Hey, what’s that look for?”
He eyes you with a raised brow and half a smirk. “Never seen a dick before or what, sweetheart?”
“No, it’s just…”
You gape at his member. His heavy, leaking tip is pressed against his belly button, standing tall and erect against his chiseled abs.
Shit, it’s thick, too.
With an accusing finger, you jab at his chest.
“You’re way too big!”
But no matter how much you complain and whine and grumble at him for the size of his dick, you still end up taking it like a-
“Good girl.”
His voice is condescending, teasing, cocky. Per usual.
He loves your size difference, the way he towers over you, the way he can pin you down to the mattress to pound your stretched pussy.
He loves seeing your tits bounce and the way your eyes roll back and mouth falls open when he finally bottoms out in you.
And he loves making you work for it, laying on the bed not breaking a sweat while you writhe and squirm on top of him.
“C’mon, doll,” he grins, eyes glinting. “Ride me like you mean it. I wanna see those tits bounce, hehe.”
You moan. “I- I’m still tryna fit you, Enjin, you- fuckin’ horse,” you gasp out.
Looking down, you see the imprint of his dick on your abdomen and suddenly it makes sense why you can feel him in your stomach.
“That’s not very nice, sweets,” he pouts. His long fingers draw circles idly on your hips as you shudder, slowly sinking down inch by inch on his cock.
And when you finally manage to take it all, his balls pressed into your pussy and tip kissing your cervix, he’s leaning up to you, placing a kiss to the tip of your nose.
“Good job, baby,” he coos.
And he snaps his hips up into you.
You shriek. Head thrown back, spine arched, jaw open and tongue lolling, you’re seeing stars from one thrust.
“I’m so proud of you, my girl,” he groans, biting his lip. “You’re taking me so well—just look at you.”
The kisses he presses down your neck are so gentle compared to his vicious thrusts.
The bed frame is rattling, floorboards creaking, headboard thumping against the wall as his swollen head pounds into your cunt.
He can barely take this—your warm, wet cunt feels so good, so tight, so soft around him. It’s unbearable. And he knows you feel the same, with the way you’re drooling and babbling nonsense as he slams his dick up into you.
“Oh- ungh- y-you- s’ good- hah, Enjin!” You slur out. “Feels s-soooo good- your dick- ah- hah- feels s’ good!”
Enjin’s cheeks are flushed red, his tongue gliding over his bottom lip with a lopsided smirk.
“Yeah, pretty girl? You love my big dick, huh? Naughty thing.”
“Hngh, I- Enjin, I’m cumming!~”
And he finishes with you with a groan, swallowing thickly as his cum spurts into your poor, stretched pussy.
Gasping for breath, you flop over, muscles twitching with exertion as his seed drips out of you.
“Fuck you and your giant dick,” you groan, weakly smacking his chest.
He laughs before planting a wet, sappy kiss to your forehead.
You were still half asleep, cheek mushed against Enjin’s pec when his hand closed around the back of your neck. His thumb brushed over the delicate skin, waiting a moment.
"Wake up baby, time for your breakfast drink."
His rough morning voice had your thighs rubbing together. Opening one eye you could spot the tent in the thin blanket. Mmm. He was already so hard for you.
Gently he pushed your head towards his crotch while pulling the blanket away.
“C’mon doll, open up.”
You didn’t resist as he guided your face down. The room still smelled like sweat and sex from the night before where he had ridden your pussy hard. Your sore middle and sticky thighs were the proof.
But Enjin could never get enough. He was already leaking at the tip as you closed your lips around it and sucked softly.
“Thaaaats it, baby. Take it.”
He pushes forward. Not deepthroatening yet as he rests heavily on your tongue. Your mouth waters from the soft taste of musk while his long fingers run through your hair.
"Good girl."
Your tongue works his veiny shaft as he starts to move. Shallow thrusts to let you adjust, breathe through your nose. But Enjin was always weak when it came to blowjobs.
His grip tightened in your hair as he fucked your mouth deeper, messier. You met his thrusts, gagging, spit spilled down your chin. Your nose brushed his soft golden pubic hair.
"That's it, baby. Oh fuuuuck."
You felt him swell against your tongue, his veins pulsing with need. He was close. His hips started to buck involuntarily as he pulled your mouth completely down over him.
It was a lot. It was always a fucking lot.
Hot and thick cum flooded your mouth, spilled into your throat. You swallowed, gulped down as much as possible. But there was simple too much. Some spilled down your cheek, your chin as he emptied himself into your mouth.
“Fuck baby. So good for me,” Enjin drawled.
Pulling out slowly he turned your face around so he could look at you. Your watery eyes and the cum painting your pretty face. He smiled lazily as tattooed fingers collected the stray spend and he pushed it back between your lips.
Enjin's been an ass all day and now it's time to fix that cocky attitude
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Kinks: Brat / Brat Taming (Reversed Roles), Femdom, Power Struggle / Switching, Rough Sex / Primal Play, Teasing / Taunting / Mocking, Choking / Breath Play (light), Ownership / Possessive Language, Size Difference / Strength Kink, Exhibitionism / Humiliation, Creampie / Breeding Vibe, Aftercare + Sweet Dom/Sub Reconnection
He’s been a pain in your ass all day.
It started at breakfast. You shuffled into the kitchen still half-asleep, eyes bleary and steps sluggish like a zombie, oversized shirt slipping off one shoulder. You’d barely crossed the threshold when Enjin pushed past you without warning—broad chest brushing deliberately against your back, one tattooed hand grazing the curve of your hip just a little too slow, too intentional, as he reached the counter first.
You grumbled under your breath, shooting him a sleepy glare.
He just turned and flashed you that typical that infuriatingly smug grin, dimples carving deep into his cheeks, golden eyes sparkling with pure mischief. “Mornin’, trouble.”
You sighed, telling yourself your mood would improve the second you had some coffee in you—until Tomme spoke up from the table, voice apologetic. “Uh… sorry, Bunny. Enjin took the last of it.”
Your head snapped toward the blond Cleaner. Sure enough, he was leaning against the counter, casually sipping from a full mug like he hadn’t just committed a cardinal sin. You scowled at him hard.
Enjin simply shrugged, completely unbothered, and took another slow, pointed sip. Steam curled up around his face as that infuriating grin widened. “You snooze, you lose, trouble.”
Asshole.
Tomme tried to make amends, already moving to grab fresh grounds. “I can make a new pot real quick—” “Don’t bother,” you muttered, irritation souring your stomach. You weren’t in the mood for caffeine anymore. Not when Enjin looked so damn pleased with himself, like he could already tell exactly how worked up he was making you.
Later on, after a pleasant lunch with Riyo, you found yourself in the workshop helping Follo and Gris count and document supplies. The room hummed with the quiet bustle of other supporters moving between shelves and crates, but your focus stayed on the task at hand—until Gris’s low voice cut through the noise.
“Grab the spare filter cartridges from the top shelf for me, sweetheart?” he asked, already jotting notes on his clipboard while Follo sorted through a nearby box.
You nodded and crossed to the tall metal shelving unit, stretching up onto your tiptoes as far as your small frame would allow. Your fingers brushed uselessly against the edge of the top shelf where the box had been shoved just out of reach. “Come on…” you muttered, hopping once in frustration, the hem of your shirt riding up a little as you strained.
A warm, solid presence pressed right up behind you—too close, too familiar. Enjin’s chest brushed your back, one tattooed arm sliding easily over your shoulder as he reached up without even trying. His fingers closed around the box you’d been fighting for, and for a second his body pinned you gently against the shelves, heat radiating through his shirt and into your skin. “Need a hand, trouble?” His voice was low and lazy, breath ghosting hot against your ear, that lazy, troublemaker smirk practically audible in every syllable.
Before you could snatch it from him, Enjin stepped back just enough to dangle the box high above your head, well out of reach, shaking it teasingly between his fingers.
You spun around, cheeks already burning. “Enjin—give it back, you asshole.”
He grinned wider, dimples carving deep, holding it even higher as you jumped once, twice, swatting at his wrist. You could feel every set of eyes in the room flick your way—Follo’s golden gaze lingering on the way your body moved, Gris raising one scarred brow from his clipboard, the rest of the supporters pausing their tasks to watch and whisper.
“What’s wrong, princess?” Enjin drawled, voice dripping with mock innocence as he twirled the box just out of reach again. “Too short to reach? C’mon, jump a little higher. I know you can do it.”
Your face flamed hotter. You lunged forward, grabbing at his arm, but he just lifted it higher, laughing low and warm while he stepped back out of your range.
“Enjin, I swear. I’m going to fucking strangle you.”
The room went suddenly, uncomfortably silent. Enjin’s smirk only sharpened, golden eyes gleaming as he looked down at you. “In front of everyone, trouble? Kinky.”
You stopped dead in your tracks, hands fisted at your sides, trembling with a mix of embarrassment and pure rage. Your face burned redder than Riyo’s hair.
Enjin’s expression flickered for half a second—like maybe he’d finally pushed you too far—until a large hand landed on his shoulder. He turned to find Gris standing there, calm and steady as always. “Enough, Enjin,” Gris said, voice low and even. He plucked the box from Enjin’s hand without effort and handed it to you with a gentle nod. “Leave her alone.”
Enjin rolled his eyes, but that smirk settled right back onto his face as he shoved his hands into his pockets and sauntered toward the door. You ducked behind Gris for safety, sticking your tongue out at the blond’s retreating back like a petty little brat.
The final nail in the coffin came that evening.
You stepped out of the bathroom still damp from the shower, towel twisted loosely around your wet hair as you padded toward your dresser. The day had already left you raw and simmering—every smirk, every deliberate brush of Enjin’s body, every stolen sip of coffee and dangling box still burned under your skin. You just wanted to slip into something soft and comfortable, crawl into bed, and maybe touch yourself to take the edge off before you actually strangled the blond asshole.
Fingers flipping through the neatly folded pile of panties, you hunted for those worn-in, cotton baby-blue full briefs that always felt like a hug after a long shift. Your hand paused when you brushed something stiff and out of place tucked between the soft fabric.
A folded piece of paper.
You pulled it free, unfolding it with a growing scowl. The handwriting was unmistakable—lazy, messy scrawl that somehow still managed to look smug.
Hey trouble. Stole those cute baby-blue panties for some jack-off material. Will return them when I’m done. P.S. They’ll be clean this time, promise.
Your fingers tightened until the paper crumpled in your fist. Heat flooded your face, equal parts fury and something dangerously close to arousal. That fucking asshole had the nerve to root through your drawer, steal your favorite pair, and then leave a goddamn receipt like it was funny.
The towel hit the floor with a wet slap.
You yanked on the first clean clothes your hands found—a loose jumper that covered you enough before you were storming out of your room. Bare feet slapped against the hallway floor, heart pounding and every step only stoked the fire higher.
Now he was going to pay.
The door to Enjin’s room clicks shut behind you with a hard, final sound that still feels like a challenge. He’s already lounging there in nothing but a black tank and low-slung sweats, long gray coat tossed over the chair, the hem of his shirt riding up to show the sharp cut of his hips and the dark swirl of tattoos disappearing beneath the waistband. A half-smoked cigarette dangles from his lips, yellow eyes half-lidded in that lazy, that infuriatingly smug way that always makes your cunt clench before he’s even touched you.
“Long day, trouble?” he drawls, smoke curling slow and lazy toward the ceiling. “You look like you wanna bite something.”
You don’t answer with words.
You kick the door the rest of the way shut, stalk over, and swing a leg over his hips before he can finish his next lazy inhale. The mattress dips under your knees as you settle your weight right on the thick, half-hard line of his cock through the thin fabric. Enjin’s brows lift, surprised for half a second—then that grin splits wide, dimples carving deep.
“Well shit,” he chuckles, low and smoky. “Maybe I should annoy you more often, huh?”
You don’t give him time to tease. You snatch the cigarette from his mouth, stub it out on the ashtray he keeps on the nightstand, and shove both hands flat against his chest, pinning him down. His tattoos flex under your palms as he lets you—actually lets you—push him flat to the mattress.
“Tonight you’re gonna shut up and take it for how annoying you’ve been today, Enjin.”
His laugh is rough, delighted, vibrating straight up into your core. “Is that so, princess?”
“Yeah,” you mutter, already rocking your hips slow and deliberate, grinding your soaked panties against the growing hardness beneath you. “It is.”
You peel your shirt off in one rough motion and toss it somewhere behind you. His yellow eyes drop immediately to your tits, tongue dragging slow over his lower lip like he’s already imagining his mouth on them. You don’t let him. You grab his wrists and shove them up over his head, leaning your full weight down so your breasts brush his chest.
“Hands stay there,” you order, voice low. “Or I stop.”
Enjin’s grin doesn’t even flicker. “Yes ma’am.” The words drip with mockery, but his cock twitches hard against your cunt anyway. He keeps his arms stretched above his head like a good boy—tattooed fingers loosely curled into the pillow, eyes locked on yours with pure wicked amusement.
You shove his tank up and off, dragging your nails down the hard planes of his stomach until his abs tense and a low hiss slips between his teeth. You hook your fingers into the waistband of his sweats and yank them down just far enough for his thick cock to spring free—already flushed dark, leaking at the tip, veins standing out like they’re begging for attention.
You wrap your hand around him, stroking once, slow and tight from base to head, thumb smearing the bead of pre-cum over the swollen tip. Enjin’s hips jerk up instinctively. You squeeze harder at the base, stopping him cold.
“Stay still,” you warn.
He laughs again—breathier this time—but he obeys, sinking back into the mattress with a lazy roll of his shoulders. “Fuck, you’re hot when you’re mean.”
You don’t answer. You just shove your own soaked panties to the side, line him up, and sink down in one slow, brutal drop.
The stretch punches the air out of both of you. He’s thick—always so fucking thick—and the way he fills you to the hilt in one go makes your walls flutter and clench around him like they’re trying to milk him already. You brace both hands on his chest and start moving—rolling your hips in deep, filthy circles, grinding your clit against his pelvis on every downstroke.
Enjin’s head tips back, throat bared, a low groan rumbling out of him. His fingers twitch above his head like he wants to grab your hips so bad it hurts, but he keeps them there. For now.
“Shit—look at you,” Enjin rasps, voice rough and wrecked with pleasure. His golden eyes are glued to where you’re taking him, watching the way your pussy stretches around his girth on every downstroke. “Riding me like you own this cock. That’s my greedy girl…”
“I do own this fucking cock,” you snap back, voice breathy but fierce. You slam your hips down harder, grinding your clit against his pelvis on the next drop.
He lets out a low, broken groan as you snap your hips faster, riding him like you’re trying to prove a point. The wet slap of skin meeting skin echoes through the room—filthy, rhythmic, obscene—your slick dripping down the thick length of his cock with every grind, coating his shaft and soaking his heavy balls until the sheets beneath him are a ruined mess.
You can feel every throb of him inside you, hot and insistent, stretching you so full it borders on too much. Your pace is brutal, thighs burning, but you keep pushing—rising up until just the fat head catches at your entrance, then slamming back down, taking him to the hilt again and again.
A frustrated huff slips out of you as exhaustion starts to creep in. Your knees ache, hips protesting with every punishing lift, but you refuse to slow. Enjin just watches you through half-lidded golden eyes, that signature shit-eating smirk curling slow and lazy across his face.
“Aw, getting tired already, princess?” he drawls, voice rough with pleasure but dripping with that infuriating amusement.
You pout hard, cheeks burning, and slam your hips down with extra force—burying him so deep his head tips back into the pillows on a broken groan. Your hand flies up to cover his mouth, palm pressing firm against those smirking lips.
“Sh-shut up,” you gasp, voice shaky but stubborn.
He chuckles against your skin—low, warm, and entirely too pleased with himself. Then the bastard licks a slow, deliberate stripe across your palm, tongue dragging hot and wet just to be a complete menace. His yellow eyes sparkle with wicked delight when you shiver on top of him, cunt clenching hard around his throbbing cock in spite of yourself.
You scowl harder as you ride faster, chasing the angle that makes his cock drag perfectly over that spot inside you. Your tits bounce with every slam. Enjin’s eyes are glued to them, tongue caught between his teeth like he’s dying to suck on them but refusing to break the rules you set.
You glare down at him, chest heaving, lips parted on a shaky breath. “You’re such a fucking asshole.”
Enjin just murmurs a lazy “uh-huh” against your palm, the sound muffled and smug, nodding slow like he’s agreeing with the weather report instead of the way you’re currently trying to ride him into the mattress. His golden eyes stay half-lidded, that wicked, self-satisfied smirk still twitching at the corners of his mouth even with your hand clamped over it.
You shift your weight, knees digging harder into the sheets, and slide your free hand up to wrap around his throat. Your fingers barely meet around the thick column of muscle—nowhere near enough to really squeeze—but you press anyway, thumb and fingertips digging in just enough to feel his pulse jump under your touch. The size of him under your palm makes heat flare low in your belly, a fresh rush of slick coating his cock where it’s buried deep inside you.
Enjin’s chuckle vibrates straight against your fingers, low and warm and entirely too amused. His lashes flutter, golden eyes going a little hazy at the light pressure, but the smirk only widens, dimples carving deep as he rocks his hips up once—slow, deliberate—dragging his thick length along your fluttering walls like he’s daring you to do something about it.
You push your hands harder against him—one still clamped over his mouth, the other tightening around his throat in a wordless threat—as you focus every ounce of energy back on your own pleasure. Your hips snap down faster, bouncing harder and deeper. The wet, filthy slap of your ass meeting his hips fills the room, your slick dripping messily down his thick shaft and soaking his balls with every frantic grind.
Your head tips back, lips parted on a broken moan, eyes rolling toward the back of your skull as your lashes flutter wildly. Fuck—he feels so good like this, stretching you open, throbbing hot and heavy inside your clenching cunt. You’re close. Really fucking close. The coil in your belly winds tighter with every brutal drop of your hips, pleasure spiking sharp and electric up your spine—
When his control finally snaps.
One second he’s still letting you use him, golden eyes hazy and that smirk still twitching under your palm. The next, his tattooed hands lock around your waist like iron bands, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips hard enough to bruise. A low, rough growl rumbles against your fingers as he yanks you down flush against him, burying himself to the hilt in one savage thrust that punches the air straight out of your lungs.
“You really thought you could put me in my place, trouble?” he growls, voice low and dark and delighted. “Cute. Real fucking cute.”
He doesn’t give you a second to protest. He hooks your knees over his elbows, folds you in half, and starts fucking you like he’s been waiting to ruin you the entire time you were on top. Deep, brutal thrusts that punch the air out of your lungs and make the bedframe slam against the wall. Every snap of his hips drives his cock so deep you swear you feel it in your throat.
“That’s really fucking cute,” he laughs—low, filthy, and entirely too pleased with himself—leaning in until his forehead presses hot against yours. “Thinking you could boss me around? Nah, princess. I’m gonna remind you exactly where you’re always on the bottom.”
You try to snap something bratty back—“Fuck y—” but the words fracture into a broken, desperate moan the second he grinds his cock deep against your clit on the next thrust. He doesn’t slow down. Doesn’t tease anymore. He just rails you—hard, fast, relentless—tattooed chest gleaming with sweat, spiky blond hair a wrecked mess, that wicked dimpled grin never leaving his face even as he fucks you stupid.
Tears blur your vision, spilling hot and messy down your flushed cheeks as Enjin’s thick cock drags perfectly over every sensitive spot inside you with every brutal snap of his hips. The wet, filthy slap of skin on skin fills the room, your soaked cunt squelching obscenely around him while he folds you deeper, knees pressed to your chest, ankles hooked uselessly by your ears.
“I’m sorry—’m sorry, Enjin!” The words crack out of you in a broken sob, voice wrecked and high and trembling as another punishing thrust punches the air from your lungs.
He chuckles, low and dark and smoky, the sound vibrating straight through his chest and into yours. His hips never falter—not even for a second—driving into you with that same relentless, punishing rhythm that has your eyes rolling back. Sweat glistens on his tattooed chest, spiky blond hair a complete wreck, that wicked dimpled grin still carved deep into his face like he’s having the time of his fucking life.
“’Course you are, trouble,” he drawls, voice rough and teasing as he leans in closer, forehead pressed hot and damp to yours so you have nowhere to hide from those gleaming golden eyes. “Just needed a little reminder who you belong to, yeah?”
You nod frantically, the motion jerky and desperate, tears still streaming as your walls clamp down around his cock like a vice. Pleasure coils tight and vicious in your belly, racing up fast—too fast—your thighs shaking violently where they’re pinned against your chest. “Yes! Yes—I belong to you! I—I belong to you—fuck—!”
The confession spills out in a shattered string of whimpers, your voice cracking on every word as your cunt flutters and squeezes greedily around him, slick dripping down your ass with every deep, claiming thrust. Enjin’s grin only sharpens, dimples carving deeper, that shit-eating satisfaction rolling off him in waves while he keeps railing you straight toward the edge he’s been dangling just out of reach.
“Fuck yeah you do,” he growls against your lips, hips snapping harder, faster, grinding his pelvis right against your swollen clit on every brutal stroke. “My pretty little trouble. Gonna cum on my cock like a good girl? Or do I need to show you who’s really in charge some more?”
You don’t get the chance to answer. He shifts his angle, hits that perfect spot over and over, and your orgasm crashes into you so hard your vision whites out. Your walls clamp down around him like a vice, cumming hard around his thrusting cock as you shake and sob beneath him.
Enjin groans loud and deep, hips stuttering once, twice—then he buries himself to the root and floods you. Thick, hot ropes of cum pump deep inside your clenching cunt while he grinds through it, milking every last drop, marking you from the inside like he always does.
He stays buried deep even after he finishes, chest heaving, sweat dripping from his brow onto your tits. That lazy, satisfied grin is back in full force.
“There you go, trouble. Get all that meanness out of your system,” he murmurs, pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to your gasping mouth. “All better?”
You try to glare at him through the post-orgasm haze, but it’s ruined by the way your cunt is still fluttering happily around his softening cock. Enjin just chuckles, low and warm, and nuzzles his face into your neck like he didn’t just wreck you within an inch of your life.
“Love you too, princess.”
He stays right there—still inside you, arms wrapped around your waist, cigarette forgotten on the nightstand—perfectly content to let you catch your breath while he lazily traces patterns over your skin with his tattooed fingers.
A long, quiet beat falls over you in the post-sex haze. Then Enjin shifts, pressing another lazy kiss to your lips before resting his forehead against yours, yellow eyes half-lidded and warm.
“…Sorry, trouble,” he murmurs, voice rough but genuine, the words a little awkward like they don’t fit quite right in his mouth. “I was a real asshole today. Stole your coffee, fucked with you in front of everybody, took your panties like a dick… all of it. I pushed too far.”
You blink up at him, still hazy and floating, but the words land. Something tight in your chest loosens.
He brushes damp hair off your forehead with his thumb, dimples softening just a fraction. “Didn’t mean to make you feel like you had to fight me for it. You’re allowed to be mad. Hell, you should be mad. I earned that ride.” A low chuckle rumbles through his chest. “Even if you didn’t quite get to finish the job.”
You huff a tired little laugh, still breathless, and shove weakly at his chest. “You’re still an asshole.”
“Yeah,” he agrees easily, pressing another lazy kiss to your lips. “But I’m your asshole. And next time I pull that shit, you can tie my hands again and ride me till I cry. Deal?”
You pretend to think about it, then smirk against his mouth. “Deal. But you’re bringing me breakfast in bed tomorrow. First mug of coffee from the pot.”
Enjin groans dramatically, but his arms tighten around you, pulling you closer so you’re tucked against his chest, his softening cock still warm inside you.
“Fair enough, trouble,” he mumbles into your hair, already sounding half-asleep and stupidly content. “Fair enough.”
In which you started off as friends with benefits and ended up as so much more.
A/n: I’m thinking of making a part two to this so let me know if you’d like to see more. I have ideas cooking up on how this develops.
Warnings!: none I think just implied sex
Spending the night with Enjin meant one thing. Intense, blissful, messy sex. It was a simple agreement. Hooking up when either of you were feeling particularly needy, and then going your own ways once it was done. The deal was held in place by a handshake and two dumbasses that thought neither of them would be reckless enough to fall in love.
It started off like you both had planned it. Sneaking back and forth between bedrooms for a few weeks and getting your rocks off when needed, but it started to change.
He’d say it was a moment of weakness that he asked you to stay that first night, to keep him company a little longer. “Just for tonight.”
And now many late nights that were supposed to be nothing more than a quick fuck were now being spent with his tattooed fingers tracing your skin top to bottom and his lips kissing his favorite spots along the way.
If it was a moment of weakness the first night, what does that make it for the tenth? The twentieth?
Enjin was becoming greedy.
On particularly quiet nights, ones where you fall asleep right after, he’d stay awake to watch how peacefully you slept in his arms. How shallow your breaths became, the soft rise and fall of your chest on his. He’d watch for what felt like hours, thinking “What the hell am I doing?”
He was panicking, stressing, wondering how in the hell he could have been the one to fall first and how much more can he ask for before you figure him out and he has to deal with this total mess you’ve made of him?
And then to soothe his racing heart he’d turn back to you and count every mole and freckle that graced your skin. He’d pull you in closer, taking in the smell of your hair, the softness of your skin and his undeniable need for more.
More of you, more of this. More sex, more spending the night, more kissing, more hand holding, more laughing and sharing clothes and secrets and inside jokes.
He asked you to come to his room one night. This wasn’t abnormal. You were there most nights out of the week anyway. It had the usual minimal clothing, bodies wrapped up in sheets, breathy whispers that tickled ears and quiet giggles that warmed chests. Except this time there was no sex.
It was hours of telling stories, landing jokes, sneaky compliments, and looking dead into your eyes. You’ve tried to leave, to go to bed so many times now, but he keeps finding ways to keep you around.
“Five more minutes. I wanna hear about your day.”
“That doesn’t sound very ‘friends with benefits’ to me Enjin.”
“Come on, please? For me, baby?” He places his hand on your thigh, rubbing it up and down. He’ll try anything to keep you longer.
“Your greediness knows no bounds.”
He’s smirking wildly. He’s so ecstatic to have won again, to keep you in his arms a moment longer.
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Tags: Follo x afab!reader, forced close proximity, dry humping (semi-public), Enjin being peak older brother towards Follo, light pet play, reader calls Follo 'puppy' as a term of affection, brief mentions of breeding kink at the very, very end, Follo kind of switches from sub to more dom towards the end, choking, choking with a belt (please don't fucking do that in real life)
A/n: it got away from me again and those tend to not perform as well. Our sweet boy definitely has a dark side but I think he'd like getting bullied around too.
MDNI - go enjoy your summer break, not on your phone
"Well that sucks.. everyone pile into the other cars. People are gonna need to sit on laps. So boys, be gentlemen." Enjin sighed, looking at the smoking engine of the car you'd just been riding in.
"You're one to talk," you mutters under your breath.
You had been in a rotten mood since being exposed to something in the lab you'd been exploring earlier that morning. It was never a normal outing with the cleaners until someone fucked something up. In this case it was a weird mist that flooded the building. Some people seemed unaffected but others like you, were really feeling it. You glance over at your friends Tomme and Follo. Tomme was one of the ones that seemed fine, Follo on the other hand... Well he was staring right back at you with what was probably a matching scowl on his face.
"Don't act too excited," Enjin singled you out as a devious smirk spread across his face. "You're one of the people that's going to be sitting on a lap. I'd offer mine, but I'll be driving."
"It's my car, why do you think you're driving?" Gris grumbles, still sitting in the driver's seat.
"Because you drive like a grandma. It'll take days before we get back to base!"
You roll your eyes, glancing at the car to see who you were stuck with. Rudo, Tomme, and Follo. Guess your answer is already made for you.
Follo's eyes widen and scowl disappears as he watches you walk around the car and open the door he had just been leaning against.
"Sorry bud but if Enjin does end up driving, you're the only one I'm not worried about crushing."
Tomme laughs at your comment, both of you somehow oblivious to the bright pink Follo's face was turning and the panic evident on his face.
Enjin somehow won his fight with Gris, who was now angrily huffing from the passenger side, and you set back off.
"Follo, be a gentleman and hold your lady friend tight. Enjin's driving has given concussions before." Gris grumbled, not sparing a glance backward so he didn't see the mortified look on the younger man's face.
Hesitantly Follo wrapped his arms around your waist, anchoring you to his lap. For the first few minutes he thought maybe it wasn't too bad but... Damn you smelled so good. He's always loved the way you smelled, your scent did something to his brain.
Then the first bump came. Follo froze, his muscles tightening as he tried to keep his composure but he swears he could feel your pussy pulse through the layers of clothes between you two as the vehicle landed roughly.
This was like one of the many wet dreams he'd had about you. Being stuck in a fantasy that just conveniently featured you and him being putty in your hands. The amount of times he'd have walked to the showers, embarrassed and hoping no one somehow knew his own cum was drip down his skin under his sleep shirt. That dreaming of you made him cum without anyone even touching him.
The next bump. Fuck. He could feel himself getting hard despite his attempts to redirect the blood flow (and his mind). But this wasn't a dream, you were actually touching him, albeit not necessarily willingly. He couldn't help it. He bucked his hips slightly, chasing the friction but trying to not draw attention to it. Normally he kept pretty good control, he was definitely guilty of staring at your ass and boobs whenever you leaned over, but he was able to control his body then.
There was absolutely no controlling his body right now. At least no control over his cock.
He bucked his hips again, maybe a little rougher this time, a little more noticably. This time though, he realized, you had caught on. You pushed your ass back against his waist, dragging your clothes pussy over where his hard dick was trapped in his pants.
There was a mix of horror and excitement at the realization. You weren't pulling away.
And why would you? You didn't really pick Follo because you thought you'd hurt the other two. You knew how Follo looked at you though you always acted oblivious. It was hot the way he'd stare when he thought no one was looking. He gaze dialed in, focused and calculated. It sent a chill down your spine every time. You wanted to know how deep the attraction goes.
Your thoughts were interrupted by Enjin and Gris fighting again.
"You're going to get someone car sick, or seriously hurt! Give me back the wheel."
"No fucking way! We'll get back faster if I drive."
"Seriously you two," Tomme interrupted, "just let Gris drive the rest of the way, we're literally almost there."
"Yes Mom," one of the two men muttered under their breath.
You could hear Follo panting behind you, you wondered if your breathing was audible too.
Enjin threw a look at the backseat as he took his spot in the passenger seat. His eyes dialed in on Follo and a sinister look crossed his face.
"Man, Follo, you look like you're struggling there. She too much for you to handle?"
"No!" Follo snapped, even with just two letters, the anger in his response was obvious.
Everyone looked at him in surprise, but Enjin's face just breaks into an even wider grin.
"Touchy subject huh? Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get the hang of it with practice." He winks before turning back around.
Tomme turns to look at you two, you were pretty sure you both were on the same page of feeling like you were bugs under a microscope.
"Just ignore him Follo, he's just jealous you have a girl on your lap and he doesn't."
Enjin snorted at the comment but mercifully didn't continue his teasing.
Tomme's face suggested innocence, and you had a feeling she meant to genuinely encourage Follo but you could feel the difference. His arms had been unwrapped from around your waist but he kept his hands on your hips, to everyone else it was a pretty natural looking position to be in with someone on your lap. But you could feel the way his fingers were digging into your skin, keeping you still pinned to his lap.
The rest of the ride was uneventful except for the few times you shifted your weight. The game you two had been playing had you wound tight and you needed to move to try to relieve the pressure between your legs. So each time you made a move or shifted your weight, you purposefully dragged your clothes cunt against Follo's still very erect cock.
Thanks to the smoother driving you finally were able to situated yourself in a way that his dick was pressed just right against your clit, your pulsing pussy along his shaft. He leaned forward, pressing his chest into your back, also looking like he was shifting his weight but using the opportunity to quickly rock his hips back and forth a few times, the pleasure from the subtle movement enough that you had to reach back and grasp one of his thighs for balance.
If you thought you were already wound tight, you were about to explode now. Leaning back you turn away from the rest of the car and with the goal of only the writhing man beneath you hearing what you had to say.
"I don't know if I'll be able to keep quiet if you make me cum like this."
You heard a quiet, "fuck," in response.
Follo was seconds away from losing it. He was in heaven, your hot pussy millimeters away from his aching cock. You were talking about him making you cum. It was too much. He felt like he was going to cum, without anyone's hands on him, just like his dreams except you were really there.
"Home sweet home."
Thank fuck.
But shit, wait, there wasn't an excuse to keep you on his lap anymore. What if you were just playing along in the car to pass the time? What if you were going to make a big deal about his boner? What if you told Enjin?? He'd never live it down.
"Hey Follo, you okay?"
Your sweet voice calling his name snapped him back to reality.
The car was parked and people were piling out to go do their own things. It was just you two and a few other stragglers still at the cars.
"Yeah, I'm sorry, like really sorry." Follo mumbled, dropping his face into one of his hands, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Woah, hey, what are you sorry for?" You pull his face back up to look at yours, you can see the tears welling in his eyes.
"I don't want you to think," he pauses, he was NOT going to cry in front of you.
He takes a deep breath, then fixes his eyes on you with the gaze he normally reserves only for you. You feel a jolt. This was new.
"I liked what we were doing and want to do more. But I want you to know what I do sincerely like you." He rushed out, cheeks still pink (did they ever stop being pink?).
You smirk, you think you like this different side of Follo.
Leaning in - which wasnt really necessary, you were the only two left in the room - you whisper in his ear, "can you show me what "more" is?"
"Uh oh, are the love birds having a moment?" Enjin was getting on your last nerve. "Seriously get a room you two."
"What is with you and trying to catch us?" You snap, "you're such a pervert."
You glanced over at Follo, expecting him to be embarrassed but he just looked intense? Not quite angry, not quite smug, but definitely not embarrassed.
"Wow, I'm just making sure you haven't made him cry yet."
You grab Follo's hand and pull him behind you, "let's go to my room, anywhere behind a door with a lock on it."
Once in your room, he had you pressed up against the door, resuming the earlier kiss. You feel him press his crotch against your thigh, rolling his hips against your leg.
You pull away with a smirk, "humping my leg? Are you a dog?"
He whimpers playfully as he trails kisses down your neck.
"My sweet little puppy?" You tease.
He bit your neck at the last remark, your skin stinging. That would leave a mark.
"Just for you." He finally mumbles.
You smirk, "how obedient is my puppy?"
He licked a stripe up your neck but ignored the question.
"Seems pretty disobedient."
"You might have to punish me."
"And how would I do that?"
Without a word, he reaches down and unbuckles his belt and pulls it from his waist. You watch in quiet disbelief as he loops it around his neck, he grabs your hand from his chest and puts the remaining length of leather in your hand. He returns his attention to your neck, alternating between kissing and gentle nips at your skin.
You somewhat stunned at the turn of events, you expected him to be whiney but this? Holy shit.
"What am I supposed to do with this?"
"Pull." He muttered against your skin.
"I'm confused," you mutter, mostly to yourself but also an awkward admission that you were out of your depth.
"I'm your puppy right? I go whenever you direct me to go. If I'm bad, you punish me, preferably like this."
One of his hands envelops your hand holding the belt, and he tugs it tight.
You watch the strain of his neck, it was a stark contrast to the soft smile on his face.
This was the last thing you ever thought sex with him would be like. But he looked happy so.. fuck it.
"You like women in control of you?"
"I like you in control of me," he replied, having not moved since the belt went around his neck. "Pretty much all my dreams are of you in control of me."
"Dreams, huh?" This just keeps getting more interesting. "Tell me more."
Follo's bottom lip juts out in a pout, "I already admitted I have them, isn't that enough?"
You tug on the makeshift leash, he groans as it tightens, dragging his clothed cock along your leg again. Desperate for purchase.
"They're always different, but I always cum." He whimpered as you relaxed the tension. "I have to hide it so I can get to the shower to clean off."
"Show me puppy, I wanna see you get off with your imagination."
It's mere seconds before you're both naked, sitting on your bed across but facing each other. His cock is twitching while Follo closes his eyes, trying to focus to do as you asked.
Your pussy was still pulsing from the teasing in the truck. Now sitting down with him, it was becoming undeniable. Leaning back you take advantage of the situation and touch yourself. You gasp and Follo's eyes snap open.
His eyes are trained on your hand, you make slow and exaggerated motions, teasing him still but also teasing yourself to the point that you might be the one cumming without help. His hands were in fists at his sides, knuckles turning white, in an effort to be a good boy for you. To follow your instructions. Even if your actions were the most tempting thing he'd ever seen.
You gather your slick on your fingers, making a show of licking them. Follo whimpers, his body was tight again, tension held in every muscle. He was a lot more muscular than you first realized, the oversized clothes he wore not doing him any favors.
You repeat your motion of dragging your fingers through your folds, this time offering your fingers to the tightly wound man in front of you. He hesitates and you realize he was taking your instructions very seriously.
"It's okay puppy, you can lick my hand."
You'd think he was a starving man offered food for the first time in weeks. He laps at your fingers, dragging the flat on his tongue along your digits. His cock was twitching excitedly, you were starting to believe the wet dream confession.
You withdraw your hand and he whimpers loudly, hands back in fists and returning to his sides. You had been so enthralled with his reaction you didn't notice his hands reflexively reach for you. Poor thing.
First things first though, you weren't done teasing. Your fingers still slick from his spit danced around your almost painfully swollen clit. Follo's expression of yearning didn't escape your notice. You continued to tease yourself to the edge, fully ready to orgasm in front of the man waiting patiently and enraptured by your ministration.
You whine, his eyes snap to your face, wide with anticipation. He was a very engaged audience. But after a few moments you realized you couldn't get over the peak. You growl in frustration, repeating your earlier motions, before pushing your fingers inside, reaching for the spot that usually undid you. But still no luck.
"What the fuck?" You grumbled, pulling your fingers away.
You were still painfully horny. Follo's cock was weeping, almost to match his eyes. You turn your focus back on him.
"What's wrong puppy? Gonna cum?"
"I can't baby," he whines, his voice genuine in contrast to the game you were playing."I can't. It hurts."
"How can I help baby?" Silly nickname forgotten at the panic in his voice.
"Let me fuck your pussy. Please. I'll be so good."
You crawl over to him and move so you're straddling his waist, but you stay up on your knees. Grabbing his face and leaning it up, you push your thumb to his lips. He opens his mouth obediently with a small whine. You spit into his mouth and again he turns into a starving man, swallowing what you give him, no questions asked.
"You've been so good for me already sweetheart," the tension leaves his body at the loving pet name, "of course you can fuck me. Whatever my puppy needs."
It was like a damn broke, he grabs your waist, all but tossing you down onto the bed. He's murmuring something under his breath, an apology maybe? It's not long before his cock is pressed to your entrance, but he pauses looking unsure for the first time since you started.
"Folloo-ah!" You realized his pause was the only preparation time he was giving you as he pushed his cock inside. It stung but felt so good at the same time, his cock immediately finding purchase in just the right spot. One rock of his hips was all it took.
"Shit, fuck," you whine explicitives as you finally come down from your high. The tension snapped like a rubber band, you could feel your juices leak from around his cock and down your ass. Under normal circumstances you might've been embarrassed but he wasn't giving you an opportunity right now.
"Fuck baby, you feel so good when you cum," he babbles, "please cum again, please. I love your pussy strangling my cock."
Had your mind been clearer you might laughed at the irony, but right now you could feel another orgasm building.
"Like that," you're panting, trying to catch your breath, "just like that Follo."
His name called seemed to be enough for him. He groaned loudly, shoving his cock into you with a sharp snap of his hips, burying himself completely as he came. One of his hands drops between your legs and rubs against your clit as he begins rocking his hips again.
"Need to cum in you more, please baby, cum for me again. Wanna cum together. Please baby." He whined, his erratic pace giving away how close he was again.
You smirk, "you wanna cum in me more? You wanna give me your puppies?"
You giggle at the joke but have the wind knocked out of you by a particularly hard thrust that had you seeing stars.
That dark look in his eyes was back, glazed with serious concentration underneath.
You feel his fingers around your neck, his finger tips easily finding your jugular as he squeezed enough for you to feel your pulse beating against his fingers. The tension that had been building again snapped without warning, again a gush leaking from your hole, his cum joining it. He repeats his earlier action of sheathing himself fully inside you, again punishing against that soft spot inside you. This time you gasp as a secondary orgasm quickly follows, lighter but travels up your belly.
"You're gonna want to be careful with that one baby. Keep teasing me like that and you're not going anywhere until you're dripping with my cum for the next few days..."
To him hands were practical things. Burned knuckles. Scraped palms. Fingers stained black from grease and dust. In the pit soft hands didn’t survive long anyway. Which was exactly why yours caught him so off guard.
The two of you were sitting in the workshop after a long day, shoulder to shoulder on the floor beside a half-disassembled radios and tvs. Everyone else had already wandered off for dinner, leaving the two of you alone.
Enjin reached for the wrench beside you at the exact same moment you did. His fingers brushed yours. Your skin was warm and smooth and so soft.
He blinked once, staring down at your joined hands like he’d touched something dangerous.
You pulled back first. “Sorry.”
“No,” he mumbled roughly. “It’s fine.” but he kept looking at your hand.
You tilted your head. “What?”
Enjin rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly before speaking, “Your hands are really soft.”
Your eyes widened slightly, and Enjin immediately regretted speaking, because now you were looking at him like that. That cute little stare that always made his chest feel too tight.
“They are?” you asked.
“Yeah.” he cleared his throat and looked away fast. “Weirdly soft.”
“Weirdly?”
“You know what I mean.” he groaned under his breath. “Not weird bad.”
A smile tugged at your lips. Enjin however suddenly became very interested in that one radio that was beyond saving.
“You just…” he struggled for the words. “You don’t feel like this place.”
You looked down at your hands for a moment before softly asking, “Is that a bad thing?”
“No.” he shook the head.
You looked back up at him, and there was something dangerously fond in your expression now. So you teased him a little, “No?”
“Don’t start.”
“But you’re complimenting me.”
“Am not.”
“You literally called my hands soft.”
“I said weirdly soft.”
You laughed brightly and he looked at you. His heartbeat kicked at that sound. It always did, especially when he was the reason for it. But what he wanted now wasn’t to listen to your laughter, he wanted to touch your hand again. Just to see if it’d be that soft the second time too.
Will you let him, please?
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