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am i any different now

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Itafushi when the party is over and the can finally be alone

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NSFW (18+) — enjin's worst habit

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

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

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

and then it comes. “hey pretty girl…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

your boyfriend is clingy when he's sick!

megumi’s different when he’s sick, really different. but you can’t say you mind.

your usually stoic, collected, unemotional boyfriend is suddenly all over you, clingy as a koala. it’s pathetically adorable.

your hand is flat against megumi’s forehead, checking for a temperature, and he’s blatantly leaning into your touch. a kiss pressed to your knuckles, another to your palm.

you get up to make soup and he pulls you back towards him with surprising strength, for someone who’s sick. a surprised squeak leaves your mouth as you’re tugged into his warm arms, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

“don’t go,” megumi mumbles, pouting.

you laugh quietly, hand threading through his hair. “i’ll be back in a minute, baby. just gonna make you something warm so you feel better.”

he huffs, tightening his hold on you. “you can do that later. ‘s cold without you.”

“i’ll give you more blankets?”

“it’s not the same,” he grumbles. then he sniffles, a quiet, sickly sound. it tugs at your heartstrings, and you wonder whether he was faking it just for the attention. 

you exhale, amused yet unrelenting. “i’m sorry, gumi. i have to, okay?” somehow, some way, you untangle yourself from his tight embrace and stand up. 

megumi whines, reaching for you, and you fight back a smile. 

“i’ll be really quick, baby. promise.” you press a peck to his warm forehead, tucking him more properly into the blankets before slipping out of the bedroom.

not even a minute goes by before you feel megumi’s presence in the kitchen. you smile softly as his arms come around your waist, chin resting heavily on your shoulder.

“you should be in bed, baby.”

“i know,” he mumbles almost guiltily, breath warm on your neck. he watches you cut the vegetables, spiky hair tickling your skin. “it was just really cold without you. horrible.”

“horrible indeed,” you humour him, reaching back to scratch his scalp. he exhales, eyes droopy as he melts into you. “i told you i’d be back soon, no?”

“but you were taking forever,” megumi groans earnestly, eyes opening to peek at you.

“i was away for one minute.”

“a minute too long.” he says, sniffling and shutting his eyes again. “i almost died.”

you giggle, pouring the finished soup into a bowl. “i’m really sorry,” you say as you lead him back into the bedroom, pulling him behind you like a sad puppy. “won’t happen again.”

“good,” megumi huffs, satisfied. 

his eyes trail over you as you get him settled in, cocooning him in blankets and pressing the bowl into his hands. you know exactly what’s coming next.

megumi locks his gaze on yours. “is it cuddle time now?” he asks hopefully, eyes wide and shiny, lips downturned as though he might burst into tears if you refused. 

the sight of him like this is so unexpected, so precious. you almost give in. almost.

“nope,” you say, trying to sound as firm as you can muster. you press the soup bowl further into his hands as his bottom lip quivers. “drink first, then cuddles.”

“and- and you won’t even feed me?” megumi warbles, sniffling sadly. “i’m dying, you know.”

“you’re not dying,” you sigh, sitting down next to him. “but fine, i’ll feed you. only cos’ you’re sick.”

the biggest smile breaks onto his face, eyes clearing up immediately as he hands you the soup bowl. your megumi wouldn’t smile like this in a million years, and you try to savour it.

he’s almost giddy with affection as he presses the soup bowl into your hands, cozying up to you and pressing his face into your chest. “you’re the best,” he mumbles happily.