You & Enjin have had a situationship for God knows how long. You’re both single. You can both do as you please. You’re a free agent, you can do whatever you want. Right..?
Tw- Smut • Angst (just a lil between you & Enjin, he toxic, ur toxic, WE toxic LMFAO) • Slight Degradation• Praise kink • Oral F!Receiving • Edging • Biting • Bondage/Rope play • LittleBitOfSpit• ObsessiveSadist!Tamsy/SlightlyBrattySubFem!Reader•
This takes place during ep.12 when Rudo and Enjin are having their little chat after the whole thing with Amo. Tamsy swooping in and being messy, stirring the pot. For the sake of the fic I’m making it so the tracker collars have a watch attachment, sorta like an Apple Watch, so you can text on there LOL. I got a little carried away so this is a little long, also I didn’t proofread so srryy. This whole thing was inspired by a tiktok so thank that girl for making it. K bye enjoyyy 😜
“I like hot chicks. Like, really hot chicks. Smart ones, with all their curves in the right places, and with the stupid capacity for forgiving me.”
You hear an idiotic chuckle leave him as your smile falters. You didn’t mean to be an eavesdropper, but you couldn’t help but listen when you heard the conversation floating in from under the cracks of the door in front of you. It was cute. Admirable, even, the way he was letting the feisty new recruit vent out his frustrations after the shit show that’d just went down. But of course, it’s Enjin. He just had to ruin the moment by saying something so absolutely fucking stupid. You take your hand off the door, originally planning to pop your head out and ask if everything was okay, but now? Fuck em.
“I love em so damn much. But when we start to get into the complicated needs of others, that’s where I start struggling. And ya know…”
His voice begins to drift off as you creep away. What more did you need to hear? Such an idiot. Only he could ruin something so sincere by talking about his ‘love’ for ‘hot chicks.’ You feel your chest tighten as you walk away, back to your crew who’d just sent you to check on them.
“Stupid capacity for forgiving me.”
The words rang through your head over and over again. Yeah, stupid. That’s exactly what he thought you were. Though you’d both had this conversation a million times, something just felt so wrong about him saying it to someone else. So fucking embarrassing.
You knew he was a flirt. You knew he had wandering eyes. Ever since you first met him, you knew he was trouble. The literal embodiment of the word fuck boy. But in this life, who’s to judge? It’s not like you wanted to date him, you told yourself. You liked the whole no strings attached thing. And you knew better. Duh! Who the hell would catch feelings for someone like that? It’s just harmless fun. You like a challenge. To see if you could keep up with his little games, play him right back the way he thinks he’s playing you. You’d revel every time you saw him glaring daggers at you across the room for talking to some other random guy. The way he’d catch you in the cleaners HQ hallways, clearly seething, but trying to play it off by asking about “your little boyfriends”. The way he’d roll his eyes when you ask him why he’d care, it’s not like you two are together or anything. The way he’d wrap his big strong arms around you later that night after creeping into your room and showing you why you ‘don’t need anybody else.’
You’d fight. You’d fuck. You’d cuddle up and daydream about how nice it would be if you both could just grow the fuck up. But every time it got down to a serious conversation, you’d both run. Dance around the problem. Make an excuse. If it wasn’t you, it was him. You remember the last conversation you’d had, the words still fresh in your mind as you couldn’t help but play it back.
“C’mere pretty girl. Why are you so far away…?” He grumbled, pawing at the sheets as he struggled to find your body and pull it closer. You rolled your eyes, huffing at the edge of the bed as you leisurely tugged your pants up. “I already told you. I’m not staying here tonight, I have shit to do in the morning.” You respond, the cold air nipping at your skin as you fought the urge to curl back into the warm, cozy bed with him.
“Oh, you were for real?” His head perked up, raising an eyebrow as he finally noticed you were serious about leaving. “Thought if I made you cum you’d be a little nicer to me, but looks like somebodies still got their panties in a bunch.” He groaned as he sat up, lazily propping himself up against the pillows as he watched you intently. Amused almost. He reached over to his nightstand, dragging a cigarette out of its pack, snagging a lighter before popping it between his lips. You couldn’t help but watch him from your peripheral, the flicker of the lighter illuminating his face in just the right way, as he lit his cigarette and took a long drag. It almost pissed you off how good looking he was. It didn’t help the way the moonlight was peeking through the cracks of his curtains, leaving his chiseled, tattooed figure in full view. The blanket was barely draped over his lap, leaving very little to the imagination as your eyes trailed over his lower region. His bulge is still prominent, even though you’d just went two rounds. “My eyes are up here, sweetheart.” Your attention snapped back to his face as you realized now you were just fully ogling his body. Who could blame you?
“Fuck off.” You shot back as you braced yourself to stand, knowing full well your legs were in no shape to be walking right now. He senses you preparing yourself, a kiddish pout adorning his face as he takes another sip of smoke. “You know you really don’t have to go.” He whines childishly, resting one arm behind his head as he takes his cigarette in the other. “You know I do. I’m not staying here, Enjin.” You grumble, secretly being thankful for the bit of dialogue, using it as an excuse to give yourself another minute to recover. “No, I don’t know. S’up with you lately? You never minded before. Would cuddle up with me allll night if I asked you to, and now it’s like you can’t stand to stay in my bed once you get yours.” He tapped the ashes onto the floor.
You made a face, the cigarette smell wafting over to you as you scrunched your nose. You hated the smell, and watching him ash everywhere, being so careless reminded you again of why you couldn’t stay. Why sit and let yourself play house? He’s a cocky, arrogant, annoying, playboy who smokes disgusting cancer sticks that stink up everything around him. You’d never have imagined yourself being with someone like that when you were younger! And you would never admit that you were starting to get used to the sickly scent, all cause of this big idiot. You wouldn’t ~let~ yourself.
“Maybe i’m getting tired of this. I don’t mind doing what we do, but then it’s like… you call me all these cute little names, you try to hold me, you kiss my forehead, you do all that sappy boyfriend girlfriend shit. I don’t remember you ever asking me to be your girlfriend. And even then, who’s to say I’d even say yes?” You lean back on the bed a little, propping yourself up on your arms as you look up at the cieling to avoid eye contact. You hear him let out a dry laugh.
“So you’d say no?” He draws out.
“Shut the fuck up. That’s not the point, you’re so stupid.” You furrow your brows as you feel yourself growing more irritated the longer the conversation goes on.
“No, but it is. If I asked you right now, you’d say no?” You hear him inhale deeply, a heavy cloud of smoke drifting over to you as if he’s blowing it your way on purpose.
“You know what? Yeah. I’d say no. Cause I know you’re not gonna change. Why would I want to be with someone who’s always flirting with other bitches right in front of my face? Always being friendly as fuck, and the way you talk about other girls to your friends? Don’t act like I’ve never heard you guys, that’s embarrassing! Why would I wanna be with someone like that?” You feel your temperature rising the more you speak.
“You’re the one always sayin we’re both single. That it doesn’t bother you. But clearly you’re a lil bothered right now, doll. Who’s to say I’d be that way in a relationship?” His tone is flat, throwing you off a bit. No way your words actually struck a nerve, right?
“Let’s not act like you’re all innocent either.” He continues, not missing a beat. “It’s okay for you to go and talk to whoever you want, battin your lil lashes at all these dumbasses, watchin’ em fall in line for you, but it’s wrong when I go and have a little fun? It’s not like I actually fuck any of those girls. Just sweet talk. You never even gave me a chance. You’re the one who said we should be friends with benefits. What if I wanted more? You never even asked. You just assumed all I wanted was to get in your pants. Not like you made that part hard.”
You finally turn your attention to him fully, unable to hold back the discontent that was oozing from your being. Your emotions were in utter turmoil, and you hated the fact that he was absolutely right. You never gave him a chance. All the things you’d heard about him, rumor or not, made it hard for you to ever even consider him a boyfriend prospect. But honestly? He was just too damn fine to pass up on completely; When he says it out loud, it definitely doesn’t sound as good as it did in your head. And all that did was piss you off.
“I’m not doing this right now. You know you don’t actually want me so don’t try to flip shit on me now that I’m calling you out on your bullshit. I’m done. Fuck you, Enjin.” You snap, standing a little too fast and wobbling slightly, your knees betraying you as they offer little support. You gather your things in a rush, not even glancing his way as you make your way to the exit.
You hear his obnoxious laugh, pursing your lips as you refuse to look back. “You already did, baby. That’s why you can’t walk right. That’s fine, be done tonight. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
You slam his door as you walk out, hobbling down the hall angrily as you made your way to the comfort of your own room. You arrive after what feels like forever, slamming the door behind you and belly flopping onto your bed as you groan angrily. You’re letting your body relax as hear your communications devices ping, looking down to your wrist to see one, singular text from none other than the devil himself.
You bury your face into your pillow and let out a frustrated scream. This would always be just a game to him.
You felt tears pricking your eyes as you blinked furiously to get rid of them. You really hated that as much as you tried to push him away, convince yourself he was never something you’d want, you’d already caught feelings. He’s such a big, stupid idiot. And you’re an even bigger one, because you know you’re hopelessly in love.
Your stride is broken as you clash face first into something tall and sturdy. You fall back, yelping in surprise, and before you know it, you’re sat on the floor, a quick flash of pain rushing through your left leg, as well as your bottom. You groan as you feel your leg starting to ache, when a large hand appears in front of your face. You scowl at it, ready to curse out whoever it was that knocked you over. You look up, eyes meeting a pair of stunning, honey colored eyes. You quickly realize you’re standing face to face… well, floor to face, with none other than Tamsy Caines. You’d rarely spoken to him before; maybe only once when you first joined the cleaners, an introduction. Though Team Eager always seemed to be on standby, ready to provide backup for missions on a regular basis, Tamsy himself always seemed to be benched during missions for some reason. You’d rarely see him out, yet in Cleaners HQ, he was somehow always… present. Lurking in the background, calm eyes scanning the room, always finding their way to settle on you. Now that you think about it, every time you looked in his direction, you’d notice he was already looking in yours. It made you a bit uneasy, but you weren’t sure in what way yet. And now this man you’d only ever spoken to in passing was watching you sit on the floor, disheveled and defeated.
You quickly regain your composure, taking his hand as he swiftly pulls you up from the floor as if you weighed nothing. You catch your breath, the fall having knocked the wind from you. He lets you rest for a second, before you softly pull your hand out of his. You bow slightly. “Ah! Tamsy. I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. I didn’t mean to bump into you like that.” You offer a sincere apology, looking back up to see his face soften. “No worries, my dear. Did you find Rudo and Enjin? You were gone for quite some time, so I thought I’d come find the three of you.” He’s watching your expression closely, as if searching for something. You nod your head, pointing over your shoulder as you take a step back, noticing you’re still standing awfully close, face practically buried in his chest. His figure towers over your own, and you can smell the faint scent of sweet incense on him.
“They’re outside, still talking about… stuff, I guess. We can just head back, I’m sure they’ll come soon.” You sigh, trying your hardest to ignore what you’d just overheard. He raises an eyebrow inquisitively, but doesn’t fight you. “Of course, my apologies. We can make our way back now. Are… you alright?” He asks sincerely, noticing the frazzled state you seem to be in. He turns on his heel, starting to walk at a slow pace back the way he came from. “I hope I’m not the one to have caused your discomfort.”
You shake your head no slightly, offering a semi-fake smile as you follow behind him. “No, of course not. Just been thinking about some things, nothing important though. I guess I’m just… frustrated? I don’t know. You don’t have to worry.” You reassure him. You sneak a glance his way, now having caught up as you walk side by side. His eyes are closed as he walks with confidence, as if he’s memorized the way already, and you feel safe enough to inspect him up close. His facial features are delicate. Beautiful. Everyone at HQ had labeled him a pretty boy, and standing here now you can see he lives up to every expectation. His sharp, elegant eyes, adorable button nose, and surprisingly, his piercing of choice seemed to complement his face entirely; Especially when he spoke. It made it hard to not stare at his pretty lips. Even the mark that adorned his face suited him well; You were unsure if it was a scar, or a birthmark, though you’d never ask out of fear of sounding insensitive. To top it all off, his hair was something out of a fairytale book. The top half being gorgeous blonde locks, tied intricately into a bun, little strands framing his face perfectly, as the bottom half flowed past his shoulders, a striking blue color. You couldn’t help but wonder what it’d look like all the way down. Everything about him simply gave off graceful.
Your train of thought is derailed completely as you see him peek one eye open, a small, smug smile tugging at the end of his lips as he catches you staring. You look away quickly, slightly flustered as you try to brush off the embarrassment. “When I asked if you were alright, thought I don’t mind knowing what’s on your mind, I was asking about your physical state. What happened earlier was no walk in the park, and to top it off, I seemed to have knocked you over just a minute ago. You’re limping, a bit.” He points out, and you suddenly remember the trouble Amo had given you all minutes prior. You also notice the ache in your leg definitely had you walking a bit unevenly. Before you can reply, he offers his arm to you, and you nearly swoon. How chivalrous, you think, to offer himself as a crutch after being nearly bulldozed by you. You sigh in relief as you lean on him, the drop in weight definitely helping the pain. “Thank you. And again, sorry for crashing into you like that. It’s funny, you’re so quiet. I didn’t even hear you coming.” You laugh nervously. Even now as you walk together, his footsteps are silent, like those of a cat. Or an assassin.
“Maybe you’re just lost too deep in your thoughts. Too… frustrated, as you said earlier. It’s easy to lose oneself in the mind, especially in this world, so full of chaos and confusion. Something is troubling you. Pray tell.” His voice is soft, lulling you into a disarmed state with minimal effort. The words he spoke were eloquent; calculated, and thoughtful. It was pleasing to hear something so mellow. So calming. You feel safe. You question if you should be venting to a stranger, his inquisitive tone was so genuine you couldn’t help from spilling. The words just started to flow.
“Just boy troubles. Nothing as serious as the chaos of the world and what not.” You joke, hearing the voices of the rest of your crew somewhere in the distance.
“Trials of the heart are no small feat. No less serious. Heartbreak is a very worldly problem. Though, it’s awful to hear that a pretty girl such as yourself would be having these issues.” Your chest tightens again, a mix of emotions flooding your heart as your equal parts giddy and guilty.
Enjin’s deep voice rang through your head, quickly diminishing any fleeting sense of remorse you’d felt. “That’s really deep. Makes me feel not as bad for moping around about it. Also, sorry but could you please not call me that? Sorry, just reminds me of… well, my boy troubles.” You admit sheepishly, feeling him stop in his tracks. His eyes scan over you, tinged with a hint of curiosity and amusement.
“I’m sorry. But unfortunately, I must call a spade a spade. I’ll call you that because that is what you are, a 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍. Who knows, maybe if I say it enough you’ll forget anyone else has ever called you the same.” He tugs your arm, gently guiding your back to the wall, trapping you there as his tall frame looms over your own. “Tell me. If your little ‘boy’friend troubles you so, why put up with it? A girl like yourself has to have much better prospects available.” He questions, crossing his arms over his chest as he waits for your reply. You furrow your brows, mirroring his curious expression as your height difference forces you to look up at him. “First of all, he’s not my boyfriend. Second of all, it’s really none of your business.” You huff, heart beating a mile a minute. You refuse to let him throw you off your game. “If Im not mistaken, it kind of sounds like these ‘prospects’ you’re talking about just might be yourself. Tell me now if I’m getting the wrong idea here, I’d hate sound cocky.” You tease, genuinely hoping you weren’t off target. He was absolutely breath taking; only an idiot would pass up on even a sliver of a chance that this guy would be interested in them.
A warm smile adorns his face, and he looks almost pleased with the response, tilting his head to the side slightly. “I like cocky. Confidence can carry you a long ways, just remember not to bite off more than you can chew, darling.”
Just as you’re thinking of a response, your train of thought is derailed completely by the sound of two pairs of heavy boots, stomping loudly in your direction. Your head snaps to the side as you glance down the hallway you’d just came from, watching as Enjin and Rudo finally seemed to be making their way back to the group. “𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨…” you grumble to yourself, your energy reverting back to irritated as your eyes lock with Enjins. The pair had finally noticed your presence, along with Tamsy’s. You watch as his expression flickers from one of confusion, to annoyance . At least you weren’t the only one. Tamsy takes note of the change in both of your demeanors, a sly smile adorning his face. He looks as if he’d just solved a puzzle, putting the last piece into its place. He straightens his posture as he offers his arm to you again, and you take it graciously, the pain in your thigh having yet to subside. “Ah. I take it there goes your ‘boy’ troubles…” he takes in the sight of Enjin practically burning a hole through his head. “If your leg persists in its pain, feel free to stop by my quarters later. I might have something to aid you, and we can continue our little chat. Let a 𝘮𝘢𝘯 take away your troubles, instead of giving them to you.” His voice is low enough for only your ears, and you feel a chill run down your spine at his sultry tone.
“Hey guys…. I’m sorry about earlier. I got a little crazy… let my emotions get the best of me. I hope you don’t think any different of me.” Rudo stops just a few feet in front of you, bowing his head in shame as Enjin stands with his arms crossed over his chest, taking in the sight in front of him. You can feel him glaring daggers at you, it’s taking every ounce of your being to ignore his sharp gaze, and keep your attention on the little nut job in front of you.
You offer a sincere smile, sympathetic at the sight of him so distraught. He did look better than earlier though, you’d give him that. “It’s fine, Rudo. What you did probably wasn’t the best way to go about things, but like you said, you were emotional. Shit happens. You don’t have to apologize to us; maybe to Amo though… not for what you said, but for knocking her lights out at least. In my own opinion…” you shrug slightly. “Yes. An apology is definitely in order towards that young lady. I’m not sure if it’s any different up in the sphere, but down here it’s not very gentlemanly to get physical with a lady. In combat, at least.” Tamsy offers solace, in his own, shady kind of way. Rudo nods, picking his head up just a bit as he walks past you all into the room where the rest of your squad mates were gathered, leaving the three of you in a tense position. You curse Rudo for walking so damn fast, inhaling a quiet breath as you turned your attention to the two sky scrapers you were left with. You look up to catch the two in some sort of weird, staring contest; neither refusing to look the other way till you clear your throat, breaking the silence. Now, as both of their eyes cling to you, you feel your temperature rising. “I don’t know about you two, but I’m beat. I just want to go home already… let’s get out of here.” You sigh, feeling the exhaustion of the day settling into your bones the longer you stood. Enjin wordlessly strides past, not offering another glance as he passes through the doorway near you. You feel a pang in your chest as he does so. 𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦.
Tamsy guides you through the doorway right after, placing one of his soft hands over yours. He gently rubs his thumb across your own, offering a bit of comfort. “Don’t forget about my offer. I tend to stay up late, so no matter the time. I’ll be expecting you.” He hums softly, in great contrast to the group of loud voices all speaking at once coming from your crew. Everyone seems to be fine now, patched up and ready to head out.
“Fuck…” you mutter to yourself as you sit at the edge of your bed, staring at the screen of your communications watch profoundly.
The screen lit up with a message from an unknown sender; coordinates to a location here inside headquarters. You can only assume it to be the gorgeous man from earlier today, how he even got your tracker information? Maybe you’ll never know. All you do know, is that your stomach is doing summersaults while you debate on if you should really go. Do you trust yourself around him? He says he just wants to help with your leg, but the way he was talking to you earlier….
You drop your hands to your sides, closing your eyes as you take in a few deep breaths to regulate yourself. It wouldn’t hurt to go and get treated, right? Your leg was still hurting something awful, and you could always say no if something starts to happen that you don’t want.
An image of Enjin’s angry face flashed into your mind as you grip the sheets. If he knew you were going to another guys room this late at night? No doubt he’d be pissed. But it’s like you said earlier, he’s not your boyfriend. You don’t owe him any loyalty. Right..?
“Fuck it!” You whisper yell as you stand, tired of sitting and having to question yourself about every decision you make. If Ejin would be okay with it, if Enjin would be mad…. Who cares! Not him, obviously. If he did he’d have showed up already, the way he usually does on a day where you find yourself making him upset. It’s not like you showered and got ready, put on the cute, lacy, matching red set he liked, expecting him to knock any minute… only to be sitting at the edge of your bed, hours later, unable to sleep thinking he’d come. But he hadn’t. 𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, you can’t help but think. And that was it. The last straw you needed to get the hell out of bed. You debate changing into some regular underwear, but decide against it. Not like anyone was going to see it anyways, right? You simply throw on a white tank top, ignoring the fact that it’s slightly see through, and a cute pink pair of fluffy pajama shorts Riyo had gifted you, something she’d received from traders, but said reminded her of you. You almost slip on one of your favorite oversized hoodies, deciding against it when you remember who you’d stole it from. Who it smells like.
You opt for a regular zip up, spritzing yourself with some of your homemade perfume Semiu taught you to make. And with that, you decide you’re ready. You check your watch again, logging the coordinates in as you slip your feet into your slippers and begin your journey through HQ.
It doesn’t take you long, though the limp in your gait didn’t really help with speed all that much. You’re standing in front of his door, and just as you lift your hand to knock, the door gently sways open, Tamsy standing welcomingly beside it. The smell of incense washes over you, the scent instantly calming your nerves. “I thought I heard someone out here.” He takes your arm again as he guides you over to his bed, the door closing behind him. “I was starting to think you wouldn’t come.” He gives you no seating choice as he stops you in front of his bed, before stepping away to go sit at his desk. With no other option, you sit, hands in your lap as you cross your good ankle over the other politely. “I know, sorry it’s so late. I wasn’t going to come, actually… but I couldn’t sleep.” You admit, trying to not make it obvious that you were casing his room. It was almost exactly the way you’d imagined it; tidy, a shelf against the wall lined with books, a small work desk in the corner with papers and pens littered all over. A lamp on his nightstand next to a stick of incense in an incense catcher, along with a few cute little potted plants placed neatly on the windowsill and shelves. His Tokishin is propped up against the wall in the corner, his cleaners jacket hung over it as if it were a coat rack. Next to it, closed door you could only assume led to the bathroom; you only knew that because of Enjin. All of the higher up members of the cleaners seemed to have slightly bigger rooms than the regular recruits, their own personal bathrooms and such seeming to be one of the better perks for the upper ranks. You turn your attention back to Tamsy, watching him scribble away furiously on a stack of papers. “Not to worry. I was just finishing some reports for Corvus, so I’d have been up anyways. I did tell you the time was no matter.” He places his pen down as he spins around to face you. You notice his white polo dress shirt is untucked, his navy blue tie loosely sitting around his neck, unlike the usually neat way he had it. His loose navy pants flowed around his legs, and you could see he wore a pair of cute white slippers.
“Lay.” He instructs, making his way to the other side of the room as he inspects his shelf. You feel a bit skeptical, but he seemed trustworthy enough, and his bed actually looked quite clean. The sheets were made up, pillows fluffed. Comfortable looking. You decide to just go with it, kicking your slippers off before resting your head on his pillow, hands folded over your stomach. After moving a few things around, he reaches for a small jar, bringing it over to his desk. He plops back into his chair, rolling over to the bedside and placing it on his nightstand. He twists the cap open, the heavy scent of mint, and something you couldn’t quite place your finger on filling your nose.
“What is that?” You ask curiously, watching closely as he dipped his fingers into the jar, scooping up a generous amount. “Liniment.” He replies curtly. “Oh, yeah sure. I definitely know what that means.” You joke, a small smile peeking on his face at your reply. “A medicinal rub.” He explains. “A mix of herbs that promote relief and healing. When massaged into the area, it should help with the pain. I’m quite good with my hands; you should be feeling better in no time. If you don’t mind, that is?”
You cheeks flush with color as you shake your head. “No, go ahead. It’s mostly here, to here.” You point from the top of your knee, to the upper thigh. He nods, before gliding his fingers across the area, applying the ointment in a smooth straight line. You feel goosebumps rising across your skin, your body relaxing as he places both hands on your thigh, gently rubbing it in. You groan, wincing slightly as he wraps both hands around, using his thumbs to apply pressure, dragging his hands up, and down, up, and down.
“You say you couldn’t sleep. Is that because of your pain, or because you were fighting with Enjin?” He asks plainly, a glint of mischief in his eye. You roll your eyes at the sound of his name. “I don’t know. A little bit of both. But we’re not even fighting! Or… ugh. Nevermind. It’s complicated.” You breathe out, his hands finding their way a bit further up your thigh with each stroke. You try to ignore it, but you can’t help but feel your temperature rising. He continues to gently massage you, a soft whimper escaping your lips as you furrow your brow. He glances up at you for a split second, your cheeks glowing with embarrassment.
“Yes, complicated sounds like the perfect word to describe dealing with him. He’s always been a handful. He’ll be quite upset when he finds out that you came to see me tonight.” He lets out a quiet chuckle. You perk up immediately, a shooting him a look. “Ha ha, very funny, but no. He can’t know. Even though nothing is going on between you and me, like you said, he’d be upset. Pissed, actually.” You watch his amused expression fall flat. “Hm. But you said yourself, you two aren’t exclusive. You aren’t his property... are you?” You feel his grip tighten up a bit, sucking in a breath of air as you feel a dull ache. “No! Of course not. But still, he just… he can’t know. You won’t tell him, right?” You ask sheepishly, almost ashamed of having to beg for secrecy. You carefully watch his expression soften as he continues to knead into your skin, and he nods. “Of course not. Like you said, nothing is going on between us, so they’ll be nothing to tell.”
“Okay… thank you.” You sigh in relief, feeling a bead of sweat drip down your forehead. You wipe it away quickly, a bit confused as you start to wonder why it was so damn hot in here. You prop yourself up on your arms, sitting up slightly. “It’s a little warm in here, is it okay if I take this off?” You ask, tugging slightly at the collar of your sweater as you watch him nod again. “Of course, you can just toss it to the edge of the bed.” You unzip the jacket and do as he instructed, lying back again as you watch him work his magic. His hands are warm, slender fingers manipulating the muscles under your supple skin flawlessly. You feel a familiar sensation creeping in, and you can’t help but feel a small damp spot beginning to form between your legs. You curse yourself mentally, knowing this wasn’t the place nor the time to start getting all hot & bothered; but it was so hard. Just as he’d said earlier, he was 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 good with his hands. You tense a bit as his fingertips graze the tip of your pajama shorts, and he notices. “Does that hurt? A little more… up here?” He slowly slips his hand under the plush fabric, gently applying pressure to your hip bone. You hitch your breath, stopping yourself from letting out a moan, nodding your head lightly. It didn’t hurt there. It actually felt good. Too good. He seems displeased with the lack of response, squeezing your hip as you bite down on your lip. “Use your words, Angel.” You snap your head up, a calm, calculated pair of eyes meeting your own, tinged with a hint of amusement. You furrow your brows, confused and bit frustrated that he seemed to be toying with you now. You take a second before deciding to comply anyway, not wanting him to stop. “Yes… it hurts there. No more of that liniment stuff, though please… I think it’s making me hot…” You watch as he nods, as if that was obvious. “Ah, yes. It does tend to get the blood flowing. I must’ve forgot to mention. If you’re comfortable with it, you can take these off.” He removes his hand from its place, earning a frustrated groan from you as he taps the bottom of your shorts softly. You let out a laugh, stopping when you realize he wasn’t kidding. “Oh, you’re serious…?”
“Dead. I just want to make you 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳. I’m unable to do so if I have something obstructing me. Though I understand, if you are shy…” He reaches into his nightstand as he pulls out a hanker chief, wiping the residue of the balm off of his hands. ‘𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵..?’ The horny little devil on your shoulder is practically chanting in your ear, while the angel on the other side seems to be M.I.A. Why not? Your judgement is clouded, and for some reason you just can’t seem to think of any reason 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵. Before you can give yourself a moment to collect your thoughts, you’re already pulling your shorts down; hissing quietly as you pass over your injured area, before tossing them over with your sweater. You lay now, the pair of bright red lacy underwear exposed, stark in contrast to his white bedsheets underneath you. You stare at the ceiling, face almost as red as your undergarments as you wait impatiently for him to continue again.
“Aw. Poor thing, you must be in so much pain. So quick to obey instructions.” He coos, placing a hand on your hip as he begins to work. One hand is on top of your hip, while the other gently wedges itself between the bed and the cheek of your ass. He caresses the skin softly, applying pressure the way he did to your thigh, kneading into it as if he were playing with play dough. You sneak a glance at him, taking note of the way his eyes trailed over your body, glueing themselves to your panties as he inspects them. “I can’t imagine these would be comfortable to rest in.” He teases, earning a glare from you. “I’m washing all my other stuff.” You lie quickly, embarrassed to admit why you really wore them. “Of course you are.” He shoots back warmly, squeezing down as he earns a quiet whimper from you.
“Does that feel good?” He asks, catching your gaze. Despite the sickly sweet tone lacing his every word, he has a predatory look in his eye; like a lion, stalking its prey. You feel butterflies ravaging your stomach, his hands so close to the most sensitive part of your body, yet so far. Your breath quickens, and you reply with a small nod. He stops suddenly, digging his nails into your skin as he grips your ass harshly. You gasp in pain, the sudden switch catching you off guard as you watch his expression turn dark. He leans over the bed, looming over you intimidatingly. “I told you to use your words, did I not?” The hand on top loosens its grip as he delicately slides two fingers over your panties, rubbing painstakingly slow circles over your clothed sex. He lazily drags his fingers down, stopping right over the damp spot between your legs. He’s watching you carefully, your body responding faster than you could think as you squirm in pleasure. “I 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 it feels good. Did you think I couldn’t see this? That I can’t see the way you’ve been holding back your pathetic little noises?” He slips the damp fabric to the side, grazing his fingertip over your slick entrance, tauntingly. “I want you to tell me. Does. It. Feel. Good?”
Your shaken to the core, nodding furiously, unable to keep yourself from gently bucking your hips toward his fingers. You want more. 𝘕𝘦𝘦𝘥 more. His demeanor changed in an instant, and you couldn’t help the fact that it turned you on tremendously. “Y-yes..! Fuck, yes… it feels good..! Just don’t stop, please…” your face flushes as you watch his expression soften just a bit. “That’s better.” He feels you bucking your hips, pulling his fingers back slightly so they wouldn’t dip inside, ever so gently finding their way to your clit as he presses down. He holds them there, and you stop moving, taking that as a warning to hold still. You shut your eyes, biting your lip as the pressure of his fingers takes over your senses.
“I told you. I want to make you feel 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥, but if you can’t follow basic instructions, then I’ll have to correct you. Do you understand?” His grip softens as well, and he removes the other hand from under you as he brings it up to hold your chin. “Look at me. Do you understand?” He grabs you tightly, forcing you to look at him as he sits still, devoid of motion. Your eyes pop open, cheeks slightly smushed together as you feel your heart practically beating out of your chest. “Yes… I understand! I’m sorry…” You find yourself apologizing. This earns a smile from him, his grip on your cheeks turning to a soft caress. “Good girl. Now that we’ve got that out the way, tell me. Why are you wearing these?” He moves his hand up as he slips a finger under the waistband of your panties, letting go quickly as they snap back onto your hip. You jolt slightly at the sensation, balling your fist slightly in embarrassment. “I already told you…” you insist. In a split second, his grip returns as he yanks your face up to meet his. Your lips crash into each other, melding into a feverish kiss. His tongue slides across your bottom lip teasingly, before taking it between his teeth and biting down harshly. You whimper loudly, earning a soft hum of approval from him. Without warning, he slips a finger into you; burying it nice and deep as his thumb naturally finds its place on your clit. You arch your back reflexively, squeezing your thighs together and pulling away from the kiss as you let out a soft cry. “Uh-uh. Keep them open.” He lets go of your face, leaving you in a sitting up position as he uses his free hand to push open your thighs.
“I’ll ask again. Why?” His voice is stern, demanding. He begins to pump his finger, in and out, finding a steady pace. “I-I… I thought Enjin was going to come see me, like he usually does…” You feel tears pricking the corner of your eyes, feeling so vulnerable as he forces you to say these things you’d never willingly tell another soul. He clicks his tongue three times, shaking his head as he gives you a faux sympathetic look. “Oh… You poor little thing. Got yourself all dolled up for a prince who never came. What a shame he doesn’t get to see you like this, so desperate and needy…” He continues to play with your pussy, drinking in the sight of you sitting in front of him nearly in tears. He shifts in his seat, and you finally take note of the large tent that’d formed in his pants, clearly starting to frustrate him.
“Take off your shirt.” He commands, and you listen, pulling it over your head quickly as you cast it aside. His eyes scan over the matching undergarments, a look of discontent washing over him. “Hm. Take it off. I prefer the color white, or navy on you. Remember that.” He mentions, tone falling flat as he reaches behind you to unclip the bra clasp. You let the straps fall from your shoulders as you instinctively cover your chest. “I’ll keep that in mind…”
“Sir. Call me sir.” He slaps your hands away from your chest, cupping one of your breasts as gives it a firm squeeze. You moan sensually, propping yourself up on your hands as he continues to toy with you, gauging your sensitivity. “Yes, sir…” your breath hitches as he leans down, taking your pert nipple into his mouth. He begins to gently suckle on it, biting down gently every few seconds as he earns a string of breathy moans from you. He speeds up the pace of his finger, giving it a few seconds before inserting a second. You feel hot tears beginning to roll down your cheeks, growing aggravated at all the slow paced teasing he seemed to relish in. The salty drops catch his attention quickly, and he pulls away from your nipple with a quiet *𝘱𝘰𝘱*. You swear you can see his pupils grow two sizes, his eyes practically glowing with admiration and… wait no… his eyes were 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 glowing. Before you can register what’s happening, you feel a thick rope wrapping itself around both of your legs, lifting them into the air, spread apart widely. You hiss in pain as it tightly compresses itself around your thighs, holding them in place as your ankles are allowed to dangle freely. You feel his fingers pull away from your sopping cunt, whining in protest at the lack of friction. “W-wait..! No, please..! I need it, come back..” you furrow your brows in frustration, pouting.
“God, you’re so pretty when you cry and beg. I’m sorry, I just can’t help myself. I need you to stay put for me, alright pretty girl?” His voice is dripping with anticipation, and you find yourself beginning to wonder if he’s bipolar. His violent mood swings were giving you whiplash… but honestly? You weren’t complaining. The sudden use of his vital instrument was startling, to say the least, but not unwelcome. You recognize the threads of his distaff now as they’ve settled onto you, leaving a bit of chub protruding between each wrap around. You’d never been tied up in this way, left bare and exposed, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit self conscious. Your cheeks flush with color as you realize your situation, a bit of panic settling in as you find yourself at the mercy of the man in front of you. He’s now standing at the edge of the bed, undoing the buttons of his shirt as he stares down at you hungrily. You take in a deep breath as you’re faced with the most ethereal sight you’d ever seen, his muscular, pale body now in plain view, looking as if it was sculpted by the gods themselves. You now notice his scars don’t end on his face, but trail down the sides of his chest and ribs, the contrast in color bringing all the more attention to his chiseled abs. As if you couldn’t get any more soaked, you feel a warm sensation dribbling down your inter thighs. You place your hands there quickly, covering the wet mess you’d made on the sheets below you as he laughs. “Don’t hide yourself from me, darling. Unless you’d like for me to bind your hands as well? That’d be awful uncomfortable.” He taunts, and you don’t feel like testing your luck just yet. You slowly remove your hands, earning a proud smile from the blonde. “That’s it. So good for me, aren’t you? Breathtaking…” He crawls onto the bed, eyes lidded with lust as he parks himself right in front of you. He leans his head down, starting at your knee, leaving a gentle trail of kisses up and down your thighs, soft moans escaping your lips before he suddenly bites down. “Fuck..!” You mutter under your breath, and his eyes dart up to meet yours. “What foul language coming from such a perfect little mouth. Were you always this way, or has he tainted you?” He asks curtly, moving over to the other thigh as he repeats the process, biting down harder this time. You hiss in pain, your heart practically jumping out of your chest as you begin to squirm. “I don’t know, sir..!” You reply honestly. You’d always had a mouth on you, but being around the Enjin and the other cleaners definitely brought profanity to the forefront of your vocabulary… you personally wouldn’t blame it all on him though. You just weren’t sure if you should defend him, in the current situation that is…
“Hm. I refuse to believe a precious thing like yourself would willingly adopt the habit of swearing like a sailor on your own. It’s not fitting of you. I’ll have to teach you to watch that pretty little mouth of yours.” You gasp as you feel the fabric of your panties tearing, slightly stinging as he rips them off your body. He wastes no time as he dips his head between your thighs, flattening his tongue as he slowly drags it over your wet folds, again and again. Your body tenses, back arching as you instinctively push yourself forward, desperately needing more friction. He laps at you graciously, placing his hands around your thighs as he pulls you in closer. You watch in awe as he buries his face in between your legs, skillfully using his tongue to stimulate you in the best way possible; finally finding your clit, he gently swirls his tongue around it, pulling back as he places sloppy kisses around it. Your hands find their way into his hair, carefully meshing into his intricate style as you grip it firmly. You can’t help but push his face into you, greedily bucking your hips forward as he moans into your sopping, wet folds. You moan along with him, feeling his nails digging into your thighs as he ravages you, slurping your juices up as if you were his last meal on earth. The vibrations from his moans send waves of pleasure across your lower region, and you writhe helplessly as he latches onto your clit, suckling gently the way he did your nipples earlier. “T-Tamsy…! I’m gonna… a-ah, fuck…! Please, I’m… ah!”
You gasp loudly as he suddenly pulls away, crying loudly as the orgasm you were about to have dies down, fleeing just as quickly as it’d came. You whine angrily, tears flowing heavily as your hands are suddenly yanked back by his threads. They’re bound together tightly, resting on your chest as your quickly pulled forward, now laying on your back. “What the fuck! That’s not fair! I was… a-so close..! How could you!” You sob, watching as he lazily wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He’s resting between your legs, leering at you with a look of discontent… disappointment. He leans over you, face inches away from yours as he grabs your face again, forcing you to look into his eyes. “Did I not just warn you about your swearing? Are you trying to get a rise out of me, are you really so tainted that you can’t help but speak like some back alley slut?” He lets you go, straightening his posture as he suddenly rams his cock into you. You’d never even noticed he’d got his pants off. You let out a loud cry, the sudden intrusion taking you by surprise as you feel his threads pulling your thighs back further, giving him more access. “We’ll have to work on that.” He groans, burying himself to the hilt, grabbing hold of your thighs as he presses himself in as deep as he could go. He’s enormous; not as big as Enjin, but for his stature, this was still impressive. You feel a searing pain in your injured leg as he grips it, as well as in your cunt, due to the sheer impact of his penetration. His fingers had done little to prep you, but you were at least thankful you were so wet; this would’ve killed you if you were even slightly less soaked. He only gives you a second before pulling himself out to the tip, leaving you completely empty, before ramming it right back in. You cry out in pain, back arching into the bed as you grip your hands together so tightly, your nails dig into your palms. “Or maybe that’s what you like? Being treated like a little slut? I bet you’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you, being my little whore?” He quickens his pace, hammering his thick length into you with no regard for your pain. “Such a pretty, angelic little face… He doesn’t deserve you. I can make you forget about him.” He slams into you, the loud claps echoing and bouncing off the walls along with your cries. You feel yourself tightening around him, adjusting to his length as the pain begins to turn into pleasure. You love the way his voice sounds right now, something about his sweet, mocking tone making you gush. “P-please…” you beg, looking up at him adoringly, as if he strung up the stars in the sky himself.
“Oh? You like that?” He responds, a sly smile on his face as a bead of sweat drips down his forehead. “That’s what we’ll do then. Make you forget. Make you mine instead.” He growls possessively. “Don’t worry, angel; I’ll cleanse you. When we’re done, you’ll be tainted no longer. It’s not your fault, now is it? You’ve been corrupted… but I can save you.” He coos sweetly, watching you cry as he slows a bit, beginning to move in and out of you at a steady pace. One hand finds its way to your face as he wipes your tears away with his thumb, caressing your cheek gently. He leans back down, kissing you passionately as his tongue frantically searches for yours, swirling around it as he bites down, earning a soft whine. You return the favor, biting his bottom lip harshly as he growls, pushing his cock deep into your cervix. “Open, love…” he mumbles against your lips, and you obey, opening your mouth slightly as he lets his tongue hang out of his mouth, the smallest bit of drool dribbling off of his tongue into your mouth. You refuse to break eye contact, the act itself so sensual, so fucking hot, so hard to think about anything but the way his dick felt buried in your guts. He pulls away, snapping the string of spit as he grabs your chin. “Tell me you love me.” He demands, inches away from your face as he stares into your soul. It catches you off guard… maybe you heard him wrong?
“Tell me you love me. Say it right now, say you love me.” He doubles down, his grip growing tighter the longer you go without giving in. He grinds his hips forward, his cock digging into the most sensitive spots of your insides, dragging along your walls as if he’s urgently searching for something. “I want- no. I need you to hear you say it. Tell me you love me, that you love the way I feel inside you.” He moans desperately, eyes lidded with lust he continues to roll his hips into you. Pressure is quickly building up inside you as he’s consistently slamming into your sweet spot, and you can’t help but fold, willing to do anything at this point to keep him from pulling that glorious cock out of you before you could cum.
“I-I love you! I love you! I love the way you feel inside me, just… please..! Keep going, right there..! Oh my god, please don’t stop!” You whine greedily; he looks over the moon with your response, a feral look in his eye as he happily obliges. He listens so well, not changing a thing in his movement as he keeps up a perfect rhythm. He can feel your walls tightening around him, a triumphant smile plastered on his face as he watches you writhe in pleasure. “My name isn’t God, now is it? Say my name. Tell me who you belong to, Angel.” He teases, resting his forehead on yours as he grabs your hips, squeezing affectionately. “Y-You! I belong to you, Tamsy! You feel so good oh my.. ah!” Your soft cries seem to be stirring up something inside him, encouraging him to speed his pace up significantly. It’s evident you’re both close to the end of your ropes, the way you’re both panting and whining as the sound of wet skin slapping together fills the room. “Ngh… I… I need you to cum for me, cum all over my cock, cmon pretty girl… I know you can do it for me, please? I’m going to fill you up so good, just cum for me… cmon baby love, please…” he leans into your ear, his sinful, needy moans floating into your ear, wracking your body with chills. “I’m so close..! Please, god I love you Tamsy! I love you! Ah!” You feel your climax building up again as your walls tighten around him in a death grip, and you feel his thick length throbbing with every thrust into your slick warmth. You cry out in pleasure, arching your back into the bed as you instinctively attempt to squeeze your legs together, the thick threads tightening as they make sure to hold your legs wide open. He’s pounding into your g spot, the intense pressure sending you over the edge as you feel your reach your peak, legs shaking as your breathing hitches. He takes note of the your dazed expression, a proud smirk tugging at his lips as he fucks you through your orgasm. “Thats it, there you go my love… so good for me, such a good girl aren’t you… I can’t help myself anymore…. You’re going to take all of this for me, right? Take it… you can do it angel…” you can hear his breath catch as he’s jackhammering away at your dripping pussy. He’s throbbing as you finally feel a a thick, warm substance beginning to ooze out of you, being pushed further and further into you as he keeps going, his thrusts growing sloppier as he leaves his seed deep inside of you. He finally stop his movement, his cock buried as far inside you as it’ll go, pressing himself into you as he plugs you up. You’re both a panting, sweaty mess, and as he relaxes himself his threads unravel around your skin, leaving angry red indentions in your skin, covering your thighs and wrists. No doubt they’d be a little bruised in the next few days. You’re finally coming back down from your high, sniffling quietly as you feel Tamsy nuzzling into your neck. He gently latches himself onto your skin, biting down before gently sucking and gliding his tongue in slow circles. He stops once he feels as if he left a noticeable enough mark, picking his head up as he begins to litter your cheeks and lips with little pecks. He peppers your face with kisses, and you let him, closing your eyes and wrapping your arms around his neck as you bask in his doting presence. “We could sleep like this if you’re not uncomfortable…” he mumbles under his breath, and you shake your head no. As much as your body was screaming at you to give in, let yourself relax and fall asleep in his arms, your brain knew better. It would be hard to explain the situation to anyone who saw you walking out of Tamsy’s room in the morning, and you wouldn’t want to risk rumors floating around anyways. “I’m sorry, but I can’t… I need to go back to my room… once I can feel my legs again that is…” you feel a bit of static in your legs as they’re finally able to relax, wrapped around his waist. You can hear him hum disapprovingly, but he doesn’t argue. “I’ll take you back, don’t you worry your pretty little head. Just let me hold you a bit longer.”
You lay in comfortable silence for a bit, before he slides out of you reluctantly. You whine as the mixture of the both of your juices begins to flow out of you at a rapid speed, causing you to tense up. He takes note, pouting childishly as he quickly slips out of the bed. He grabs you a pair of his boxers, slipping them onto you gently as he diligently slips your shirt back on as well, treating you as if you were his own little dress up doll. He slips your shorts on after, sure to be careful going over your injury. He goes off to dress himself, giving you a second to simply relish in all of the nights events. This was 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘦. You just fucked Tamsy of all people; you told him you 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 him. Of course you didn’t mean it, you barely knew the guy, but in the moment it just felt so right. Plus, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t scared to find out what would happen if you refused him.
“C’mere angel. I’ll have you in your bed in no time.” You gasp as you’re suddenly scooped into his arms princess style, face flushing bright red as you reflexively wrap your arms around his neck to stabilize yourself. “I can walk..! You don’t have to carry me! What if someone sees…?” You begin to protest, and he simply clicks his tongue. “No mind. Everyone will be asleep right now, and I won’t have you hobbling down the hall after what you just went through. Poor thing, I hope I wasn’t too rough with you… this was our first time after all.” He pays your fit no attention as he makes his way into the hall. His footsteps are heavy as he carries you home, his long strides unbroken even while carrying you as if you weigh nothing. “First time?” You cock your head to the side inquisitively, and he offers a cute smile in response. “Yes, our first of many. You think after that I could just let you go? Go without you now that I’ve had a taste? Of course not. I told you earlier, you’re mine. I don’t care what I have to do, who I have to get out of the way. You may not know it now, but you love me. Even said it earlier.” His tone is playful, the words coming out of his mouth sounding equal parts romantic and insane. You opt to brush it off for now, practically speechless… what the hell do you say to that? He has to be joking, right? You bury your face in his neck, breathing in his scent as you two finally reach your room. He holds you up with one arm, opening your room as he steps in as if he’d been in here a million times. He gently lays you on your bed, noticing the sleepy look on your face as he tucks you into your blankets. He leans over you, kissing your forehead as he watches you drift off to sleep. He stays for a few minutes, just watching your chest rising and falling, his heart fluttering at how adorable you looked unconscious. He snaps a picture of you on his watch, tempted to crawl under the covers and stay with you, deciding against it knowing you’d probably be upset with him. He takes his leave, attention perking up as he shuts the door behind him, spotting a tall, familiar blonde figure leaned up against the wall a few doors down. He smirks, casually walking past him as Enjin glares a hole through his head. “Funny seeing you here, what are you doing out so late? Well, technically early.” Tamsy glances down at his watch, noticing it was already 4 in the morning. Enjin scoffs, his gaze unwavering as he kicks himself off the wall. “I could say the same thing to you. Why are you coming out of Y/n’s room? Hell were you doing in there, creep?” He trails a few feet behind Tamsy, fishing for information shamelessly. “Creep? Now that’s not very nice. If you must know, I was just dropping her off; she didn’t want to stay asleep in my bedroom. A gentleman would never send a lady off on her own, especially when it’s that hard for her to walk.” Tamsy shoots back plainly, his bored tone only adding fuel to the flames as Enjin allowed himself to fall for the bait. “Piece of shit. You knew me and her were a thing, you fucking knew we-“ he’s cut off as Tamsy stops in his tracks, turning to face him as they stand toe to toe. “Knew what? That you toy with her head? Use her for her body? That you haven’t staked a claim on her, as any sensible man would do when presented with a woman of her stature? It’s a miracle she still acknowledges your existence, after the way you’ve tainted her conversance with love.” Tamsy hisses through his teeth, his eyes growing cold as he looks at the brolic man with pure disgust. “She told me she loves me tonight. More than I imagine she’s ever admitted to you. Such a shame, you thought you could always keep her in the palm of your hand, only to find her slipping through your fingers….” His playful tone is back now, turning on his heel again as he can practically feel the heat radiating off the tall blonde behind him. “All I have to say is play stupid games, win stupid prizes. And you seem to have won, my friend. Have a pleasant night, Enjin.” He walks away, leaving Enjin seething.
He stands alone in the hallway now, fists balled up tight enough to turn his knuckles bare white. He’s shaking with anger; wanting to knock Tamsy’s smug little head off his shoulders. He’s so angry, partly with you for betraying him; partly with himself for allowing there to ever be a reason for you to do something like this. He stands, contemplating his next move. He wants to go to your room, shake you awake and demand answers. Scream and ask how could you, why you would ever do this to him. But he decides against it, Tamsy’s stupid wordy monologue reverberating in his head as it hits him where it hurts the most. It was his fault. He played with you, never seriously put his foot down and locked you down into a relationship with him, always thought you’d wait for him, that you wouldn’t even consider looking at any other options. He gets it. But he won’t forgive and forget so easily, especially not so soon. He hangs his head in shame, taking in a deep breath as he turns over his wrist, typing into his watch as he sends you one text. If he let himself type anything more, he’d explode, unable to hold himself back, rage filling his entire being at the moment. He sighs, realizing there’s nothing he could do- right now at least. He pulls a cigarette out of his jacket pocket, lighting it as he finally decides to head back to his room to contemplate.
You feel your wrist vibrate as you furrow your brow, wondering who the hell would even be texting you so god damn early in the morning. Maybe Semui with info for a mission. Or maybe… your heart skipped a beat as you wondered if maybe it was Tamsy. What he’d say, after all that just happened. You peek your eyes open lazily, glancing at the screen, your heart suddenly falls straight into your ass. It’s one text. Simple, easy to read, yet the sight of it makes your blood run cold. It’s from Enjin, all lowercase, one word;
Your blood pressure rises as you cover your face with a pillow, screaming into it as loud as possible as you hold it over your face tightly, hoping and praying somehow, you’d be able to just suffocate yourself and die right here and now. It’d be better than having to deal with whatever the fuck this was about… Your mind races, going a million miles a minute as you wonder why the hell he’d say that. There’s no way he could know, right? RIGHT??!!! You groan into the pillow, taking a deep breath as you try to calm yourself. “Fuck this. I’m going back to sleep…” you mutter under your breath. ‘I’ll deal with this tomorrow…’ you think as you let yourself drift back off to dreamland, exhausted from the day and needing nothing more than to just go to sleep. And with that, you’re dozing, trying not to think about whatever it was you’d have to deal with in the morning…
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