Light up the dawn.

no kissing.

should’ve been easy enough, since it was the only boundary you’d set when you said yes to this absurd agreement with enjin. he could call you at any time, waltz in your room as he pleased, and you barely had any limits when it came to sex.

but if he wanted to get his fix from you, that was the only rule he would have to follow.

should be easy enough, right?

wrong.

“fuck, girl, you’re - hah - takin’ me so well…” the lewd, wet squelch of your pussy bounces off the walls as enjin’s cock keeps pummeling your hole raw. you can barely formulate a sentence, or even a thought, face mushed so deep into your pillow you wouldn't be able to talk anyway.

but it’s okay, enjin knows your pussy’s doing all the talking for you. one of his big, inked hands is splayed over your arched back, the other keeping firm purchase on your hip for leverage. he hunches down just enough for his lips to skim the nape of your neck, for his leaky tip to brush just shy of your cervix as he gives you a deeeeep stroke that has your knees wobbling.

“aht, aht,” he warns, tapping the side of your ass twice. “ass up, c’mon, you can take it.”

you whine something unintelligible into the pillow, white-knuckled fingers gripping it like a lifeline. between enjin positively fucking the lights out of you and your tits squished into the mattress as he forced you into the most pornographic-looking doggy he’s ever seen, you can barely breathe.

when he watched the insane - and definitely uncomfortable - angle your back was arched at, he was truly grateful it wasn’t him being folded like that.

“e-enjin, fuck—” you somehow manage to huff out, turning your head to the side. “hm?” he hums, nuzzling his nose against your cheek. “tapping out on me already?” he asks, hips stilling.

“fuck off, no,” you grunt. “can’t fuckin’ breathe…this thing’s suffocating me.”

when you try to push yourself up on your elbows, and miserably fail, enjin can’t help but snort, but he immediately stops when you shoot him a deadly glare. “here, lemme help.”

your hole clenches in protest at the loss when he pulls out to help you on your back. once you’re all pretty and spread open in front of him, he watches your cunt wink at him, begging to be filled up with all of his impressive inches again.

“better?” he checks in. you nod, but he gets distracted by the fat wad of spit he lets fall onto your puffy folds, fat thumb spreading it until it’s mixed with your glistening slick. it takes every inch of willpower to stop himself from eating you out again, but he knows you’re going to nag him because you’re so hungry for his dick.

so he plants his hands onto your spread thighs once more, fingertips caressing the soft skin before he moves up, up up to streeeeetch your legs all the way until your knees brush the sides of your face. you’re growing impatient, needy little sounds spilling from your lips as his cock brushes against your sensitive clit.

“enjin— fuck!” your complaint is cut short by a powerful thrust. he bottoms out in one smooth move, the mating press he’s keeping you folded in giving him the euphoric sight of a cute little tummy bulge. “hmmm?” he teases, flashing you a grin. “so bossy…wan’ your enjin that bad?”

“j-just - hah - fuck me already…”

he chuckles, face so close to yours you could count every golden speck in his eyes. “yes ma’am.”

it doesn’t take long for you to be a cockdrunk, babbling mess again, enjin’s forehead pressed against yours, open mouth huffin’ n’ puffin’ and grunting your name over and over again. every kiss of his tip against the deep spots within your walls has you keening, back bowing away from the mattress and into his body, needing him closer.

so you don’t really realize his lips are on yours, not exactly kissing, just touching, enough to swallow each other’s moans. his fingers travel up your calves to find your wrists, and he hugs both in one huge hand. he doesn’t notice it’s happening, either, lost in the bliss of the moment, until you shift your head to the side a bit, away from him.

“‘m sorry…” he mumbles, never breaking the pace as he hides his face into your neck. “you’re— nghh, you’re fine, jin…” you pant, not even sure what he’s apologizing for, mind swimming in a lust-crazed daze.

your rule is stupid, anyway. that’s the thought that crosses his mind when your hands squeeze his, your hot breath fanning against the shell of his ear. so he starts with small, tentative pecks over the side of your throat, making sure to keep you dumb enough on his cock as he moves upwards once more.

he presses one to your jaw, one next to your lobe that makes you gasp. he masks the kiss to the corner of your lips with a nibble before fully claiming your mouth. he almost cums right then and there when he feels you melting into him.

enjin falters for just a moment before he breaks, like there was still a part of him that was holding back, waiting for that one switch to be flipped. there are dangerous words clinging to the tip of his tongue, words that he needs to swallow back like bitter bile because that would ruin everything.

but he doesn’t push it, as much as he would love like to kiss you forever, he breaks away, which is also a bad mistake because he’s met by your glossy eyes, spit clinging to your maw like you’re asking for more.

it’s that exact look that makes him cave, his orgasm taking him by surprise. he pulls out instantly, coating your stomach with his release, muttering a string of curses under his breath. when he finally manages to get back to his senses, he sits back on his haunches, rubbing a hand over his face, clearly annoyed.

“fuck, sorry…didn’t mean to so soon,” there’s a tinge of vulnerability in his hushed voice. you’re still catching your breath after that earth-shattering pounding, blinking away your haze to look at him properly. it always tugged at your heartstrings whenever enjin would look like a kicked puppy— can’t shoot at a man that’s already down.

“‘s fine,” you wave him off, pushing yourself up on your elbows. “i can let you shower with me just this once, so you can finish the job.”

he lights up at that. “really?”

it’s hard to bite back your smile. “mhm, i mean, i didn’t cum, so…” you hold a finger up. “but no kissing. that was your first strike, dude.”

“hah!? strike?” his jaw goes slack. “yep!” you nod sternly.

“but you literally liked—”

“not the point! or i’m giving you another strike!”

“yes ma’am,” he holds his hands up in surrender, snorting quietly.

he’ll make you drop that dumb rule someday, he’s sure of it.

┊┊a/n. requested by my lovely @rengoatku i hope i've made your idea justice mwah