Content: lion hybrid!enjin, silly parent antics, your baby bites everything, possessiveness/jealousy, oral (f receiving), fìngerìng, p in v, mentions of pregnancy, dacryphilia if you squint.
Pairing: hybrid!dad!enjin x mum!reader
A/N: I had lots of fun making the baby a cutie pie and also an absolute terror. The love on pt 1 was so amazing so I hope this fulfils the hybrid!enjin sized hole in ur life. Xoxo, Bron.
From the moment you sit down at your desk in the morning, you’re counting down the minutes between tasks until your lunch hour rolls around. At least, the digital clock in the corner of your laptop screen ticks over to display 13:00, and you’re out of your seat in an instant, slamming your laptop closed.
‘Right, I’m off - see you at two!’ You chirp. Your paralegal glances up from her own work, smiling fondly as you. Long gone were the days where she’d have to remind you to take even ten minutes away from your desk.
‘Have a good lunch!’ She calls after you as you hurry towards the lift.
Polished glass doors of your office building open into a courtyard, bathed in the early afternoon sunlight. Carefully curated flowerbeds line the edges and the foliage is ruffled by the breeze, sending the scent of lavender into the air. Your eyes dart around searchingly, until a bright giggle catches your attention.
A passing bumblebee had made your son laugh in that contagious way that babies have. Each of his pudgy hands were held safely in Enjin’s as he totters around on unsteady feet, his tail brushing the floor behind him. The clack of your heels echoes around the quiet of the courtyard as you approach, distracting him from the bumblebee and making him squeal with excitement. He seems to be getting bigger everyday, but thankfully he’s still little enough for you to scoop him into your arms and smother his cute cheeks with kisses.
‘Hi baby,’ You coo, nuzzling your nose into his untameable blonde curls and breathing in his warm baby smell. The fluff of his ears tickles at your skin. ‘Have you been good for Papa today?’
Enjin wraps an arm around your waist and you crane up for a kiss. ‘As good as he ever is. He did bite me this morning, though. Hurt like a bitch.’
Leo laughs like he understands what Enjin’s saying, his pink gummy smile and adorable little front teeth disguising the force in his tiny jaws. You chastise him teasingly - making sure your fingers don’t get too close to his mouth - as the three of you head to the nearby park that you’d designated the perfect lunch spot.
‘Wanna help me with these, bud?’ The bag slung over Enjin’s shoulder carried a veritable feast, along with a picnic blanket that he shakes out onto the grass. You kick off your heels, stretching out on the blanket and watching Enjin pass containers of food to Leo to place haphazardly between you.
When Leo had been born you’d spent at least a week complaining to Enjin about the months of work you’d put in. You’d coped through morning sickness, swollen feet, craving raw, bloodied meat - just for the baby to pop out looking identical to his father.
Enjin had tried in vain to convince you that Leo had your eyes, but as he grew he only looked more and more similar. You’d had to accept that you’d produced a tiny clone of your boyfriend. The same dimples that you loved so much on Enjin had even been replicated in miniature when Leo gave you those big smiles after throwing food on the floor.
‘You look good, ma,’ Enjin‘s purr snaps you out of your thoughts. His eyes have that look to them - the one that reminds you of the feeling of his teeth against your throat, the press of his fingers on your skin. You can feel yourself flush. Returning to the office didn’t require a wardrobe change, you still wore the same clothes as before your pregnancy, but motherhood had changed your body in ways that made Enjin ravenous.
‘Think so?’ You tease, smoothing your skirt over your hip and watching how he tracks your every movement like he’s going to pounce on you in the middle of the park.
‘Papa,’ Leo huffs, pulling at Enjin’s sleeve with the determination only afforded to toddlers. ‘Hungy.’
‘Yeah, yeah, wait your turn.’ Once the babyproof lid is popped open and handed over, Leo settled happily on the grass to gum at his food. You sigh, picking up your fork and a Tupperware of your own to dig into.
You love your baby. You really, really do. But he does not give you a moment of peace. It’s yet another way that he’s like his father - and you were growing more desperate by the day for him to let the two of you have more than a stolen kiss before he’s crying for your attention.
Forced abstinence was even more difficult to tolerate when Enjin looked so delicious as a dad. There was a photo that you had framed on your desk that made you salivate a little whenever you looked at it. He’d been cooking at the time, his hair loose and mussed across his forehead, sleeves pushed up to reveal the muscles of his arms, and Leo balanced on his hip. It was more than enough of an encouragement to bolt to your car as soon as the workday was done.
Between bites, you launched into your most recent round of complaints of a client that refused to answer all of your questions in a single email, meaning half your morning had been spent sending message after message to get the most basic information from him. Enjin updated you on the latest in his saga of interactions with the girl who worked at the cafe where his ‘dads and babies’ group met up, who apparently wouldn’t take the fact that he had a girlfriend and a child as a hard no.
In no time at all your lunch break is over, and you’re slipping your heels back on to return to your desk.
The confusing conversations of adults had sent Leo to sleep, curled up on the blanket between you like a kitten. You stroke his hair, taking in the peaceful expression on his face for a lingering moment.
‘I don’t want to leave,’ You pout, looking up at Enjin. His fingers tangle with yours and squeeze gently.
‘You’ll be home before you know it.’
Even as he said it, you both knew it was a lie. The afternoon dragged as if you were moving through molasses. As soon as you stagger through the door to the apartment, though, all of the hours seem to drop away. Leo toddles to greet you, hair still damp from his bath and stuffed lion gripped tight in his arms, babbling at you as you crouch down to hug him tightly.
‘Oh, really? And then what happened?’
‘Ba-ba-a, ada.’ You nod along as if you have any idea what he’s trying to convey to you.
‘How you doin’, boo?’ Enjin asks as Leo leads you through to the kitchen. It’s like all of the daydreams that’d been distracting you all day had come to life - his sweatpants sat low on his narrow hips, hair freshly washed and combed back, chest bare and allowing you full access to appreciate the tattoos that crept across his skin.
‘I’m exhausted,’ You huff, resting your chin on his shoulder to peek at whatever was bubbling on the stove.
‘Dinner’s nearly done, kiddo’s all ready for bed. I’ve got some wine chilling in the fridge and we swung by that bakery you like on the way home.’
‘There’s also a new series of that show we watched last year - Temptation Island?
You practically moan. Garbage reality TV, your favourite sweet treat, a glass of wine, and a six-three piece of eye candy. Bliss.
‘You’re perfect. Let me get Leo into bed ‘n I’ll come right back.’
The rocking chair in the corner of the nursery creaks lightly as you sit. Leo nestles into you, thumb in his mouth and eyes already fighting sleep. Pushing with your foot to sway the chair lightly, you crack open the storybook you’d chosen randomly from the tiny bookshelf in the corner. Rhyming couplets about monsters being tucked into bed trip off your tongue as Leo’s free hand fists into your shirt.
You’d been missing for half an hour when Enjin comes to find you. Usually it takes twenty minutes tops to get Leo settled in his cot, but it wasn’t beyond him to fuss and cling to you as you try to leave. The door pushes open silently, the room softly lit by a nightlight, and he tries whispering your name. No response. He pushes the door open a little further. You’re in the rocking chair, Leo in your lap, both of you fast asleep. There’s a book on the floor that he assumes slipped from your grasp as you slept.
It’s impossible not to laugh, and pauses to take a photo before disentangling the baby from your arms. Leo stirs slightly and Enjin holds his breath before his son drifts back to sleep and he can be safely deposited into his cot without fully waking.
‘C’mere pretty girl.’ Enjin slides his hands under you and lifts you easily from the chair. He’d hoped that your legs would be wrapped round his hips in slightly different circumstances tonight, but you were exhausted. ‘Lemme take care of you.’
Removing your clothes is easy when you’re all sleepy and pliant, letting him move you under the showerhead. Warm water cascades over you, soothing the ache in your back that always returned by the end of each work day regardless of how many yoga sessions and posture-correcting exercises you tried.
‘You’re so good to me,’ You mumble, smiling blearily at Enjin over your shoulder. ‘What’d I ever do to deserve you?’
He lathers soap over his palms, working it into your skin and massaging over the bunched knots of muscle in your shoulders.
‘You’ve done plenty,’ He replies easily. ‘I think technically it’s down to you making bad decisions when you drink.’
A handful of water catches him square in the face, making him splutter.
‘Are you ever going to let that go?’
‘Not a chance.’ He laughs. ‘But it’s also ‘cause of you that I’ve got a life I didn’t let myself even imagine. Love, safety, family. That’s all you.’
‘Jinnie, you know you can’t be nice to me when I’m tired. I’ll cry.’
He presses a kiss to the crown of your head and your giggles bounce off the bathroom tile.
You manage to stay conscious for one episode of Temptation Island while you eat, tucked against Enjin’s side and basking in the warmth radiating from his skin.
‘These men are all awful,’ You complain, crinkling your nose in disgust.
‘If I ever suggest coming on this show, you need to leave me immediately.’
Before the end of the episode you’re yawning again, and Enjin is ushering you off the sofa and into the bedroom. God bless your past self for shelling out for the most comfortable mattress and the highest count sheets money could buy. Your bed was heavenly. As soon as your head hits the pillow you’re out for the count.
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Long conversations during your pregnancy meant that you’d decided the baby wouldn’t be looking at screens until they were at least a couple of years old. Enjin refused to have an iPad kid and you’d heartily agreed, neither of you fully anticipating what that meant.
Visions of peacefully sleeping newborns had convinced you then - but now you had to deal with Leo’s impossibly short attention span. You’d had to get creative. The toys that were his favourites last month had lost their appeal, the sealed bag of frozen peas and water only worked to keep him busy for ten minutes, and you’d already let him help you load the washing machine twice today.
Now he was sitting in his high chair, rejecting snacks and getting fussier by the minute.
‘Jin,’ You call through to Enjin, dozing on the sofa. ‘Save me. Entertain your son.’
‘You’re doing great, angel.’ He stretches lazily. ‘Daddy needs a nap.’
You grumble, poking at Leo’s round belly. ‘Why don’t you need a nap, huh?’
There was one thing that you hadn’t tried. The one thing that always used to calm him down on those long days when he wouldn’t stop kicking at you during your pregnancy.
‘Leo, do you want to dance with Mama?’ You grin, flicking the switch on the deviously expensive sound system you’d had installed when you moved into the apartment. Gathering him into your arms, you hit play. Megan Thee Stallion deserved a medal for the hours she’d put into keeping your son calm.
You bobbed around the kitchen, singing along and bouncing a giggling Leo with the pulsing bass.
‘Still works,’ You tell him, spinning and making him shriek with glee. ‘You’re a much better dancer than your Papa.’
Even after all this time, the silence with which Enjin can sneak on you comes as a surprise. You jump when he speaks, mouth right by your ears.
‘Take that back, I’m a great dancer.’
Now that you’re standing still you’ve lost Leo’s interest and he wriggles in your hold to be released to the floor. He staggers off to wreak havoc to some poor piece of furniture, letting Enjin have you all to himself. His hands are warm on your skin as he guides the sway of your hips, pressing himself against your back.
‘I thought you were having a nap,’ You say, melting into his touch. He spins you so you’re face to face.
‘Not when I’ve got a show going on in here,’ He replies. The sultry beat of the music is magnetic, your lips ghosting closer together until you can feel the curve of his smile against your mouth.
‘No!’ A wail pops the bubble that you’d surrounded yourself in, pulling back from Enjin reluctantly. ‘No, no, no!’ Leo stands at your feet, one hand on Enjin’s calf to keep him upright and the other wiping clumsily at the fat tears spilling down his reddened cheeks.
‘What’s up, sweetheart?’ You croon, scooping him up and rocking gently side-to-side. Leo peeks between you and Enjin, snuggling his wet face into your shoulder with a shuddering sigh.
Moment over, Enjin leans down to give you a chaste peck. Leo looks up at the sound and the crying starts again as he bats at his father’s face with ineffective slaps.
‘You’re kidding. Is he jealous?’
You place a kiss on the top of Leo’s head right between his fluffy ears, which are pinned back against his head. At your touch they perk up, making you huff out a laugh. The crying ceases and his sweet smile is back.
‘Listen kid,’ Enjin leans down so his face is level with Leo’s, his own ears flicking in that oh-so-obvious way that you adore. It’s impossible for him to hide his frustration, and you can’t help but smile in amusement. ‘The only reason you’re here is because Mama and Papa danced together. That means she’s mine first, so you gotta let me touch her.’
Leo only blinks up at him with wide golden eyes, giving no sign of understanding his father’s desperation. One little hand grasps at the collar of your shirt and he turns back to you, pressing his face to your cheek with an exaggerated mwah!
‘Thank you, baby.’ You try to stifle a laugh as Enjin drags a hand down his face in exasperation, resigning himself to an hour of watching from a distance as his own cub steals you from him.
It lasts longer than an hour - for the rest of the night, Leo screams if Enjin so much as bumps his hip to yours when you stand next to one another in the kitchen. You spend the evening with six feet of space between you, holding Leo and reminding Enjin he can’t glare at his son.
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It always made Enjin agitated when he couldn’t work out why Leo was fussy. And he has been fussy for days. Which means that you’re dealing with both an upset baby and an upset hybrid, unable to find and solve the source of his son’s discomfort.
‘Am I a bad dad?’ He’d muttered from your arms after Leo had finally fallen asleep last night.
You’d taken his face between your hands, forcing him to look at you. ‘You’re the best dad.’ You insist. ‘He loves you, it’s not your fault that he’s in a mood. He’s a baby. This happens.’
You found the source of the problem the morning after. You had Leo on your lap, bouncing him and letting him mouth harmlessly at your fingers, when a sharp pinprick of pain shot through your hand and made you hiss.
The noise surprised Leo, who looked up at you with big, tear-filled eyes and began to shriek. You gather him up in one arm, shushing him softly while inspecting your finger. A bead of blood had already welled up from a tiny divot, and you sucked it away before it could drip onto your white furniture.
‘Sorry, honey,’ You murmur, rocking the calming baby.
‘Everything okay?’ Enjin asked from the doorway, half dressed.
‘C’mere and take a look at this with me.’ Leo let you shift him so he was perched on your knee. ‘Leo, can you say ahhh.’He opens his mouth obediently, tears still clinging to his long lashes, and you push up his lip to take a look at his gums.
As you suspected - a needle-sharp, teeny-tiny canine tooth was pushing its way through his gum. You hand him to Enjin and fetch a teething ring from the fridge for him to gnaw on, hoping that it would be strong enough to withstand his sharp leonine teeth. It was supposed to be hybrid-proof, but did a puppy hybrid really have the same bite strength as a lion cub?
The relief that had swaddled you at finding the root of the problem meant that you didn’t realise you’d stepped into your own horror movie. Jaws was about to play out in your own home.
Sugar stuck to your palms as you rolled another ball of cookie dough into a near-perfect sphere. The recipe that you’d jotted down from TikTok was smudged with brown sugar, but you could still just about read the words. Enjin was on his favourite stool, sneaking tastes of the cookie dough left in the bowl, and Leo was playing in your peripheral vision, teething ring in one hand and chilled cucumber stick in the other.
You slotted the tray into the oven, brushing a stray strand of hair from your forehead with your forearm.
The spot on the carpet where he had been was empty. It wasn’t like he could make it far - there weren’t many hiding places, but he was nowhere to be seen. You checked round the side of the sofa while Enjin peered under the kitchen island to make sure there wasn’t a baby under his chair. Nothing.
Double-checking the nursery doesn’t yield any results and you’re about to open the wardrobe in your bedroom, just in case, when a shout of pain splits the air. When you rush back into the kitchen, you’re greeted by Enjin perched on top of his stool like he’d seen a mouse, Leo sitting on the floor staring up at him while giggling like a maniac.
‘He bit my tail,’ Enjin says accusingly, the expression on his face making it seem as though it had come off entirely. ‘It’s like he doesn’t even care that I take care of him everyday.’
‘Leo, that’s not nice,’ You scold. ‘Say sorry to Papa. We don’t bite people.’
Even with your stern tone and held eye-to-eye with Enjin’s pouting face, Leo shows no remorse.
‘He’s a little psychopath.’
‘Jin, you can’t call our baby a psychopath.’
The second time incident occurs while you’re working from home. Enjin is stretched out and dozing on the floor, claiming to be playing with the baby, while you tap away at your computer. Emails have been piling up for the last week and you’re desperately sorting through them all. You flag a reply from one of the upscale daycares you’d reached out to, and then absorb yourself in crafting a response to a client worried about an ex-employee badmouthing their company online.
‘Guh— what the hell, kid?!’
Leo is sitting proudly on Enjin’s stomach as he gasps, winded and defeated by a toddler.
‘You wanna fight?’ Enjin growls playfully, scooping Leo up and tossing him onto the sofa. Leo is pinning on his back with Enjin tickling his sides relentlessly, eliciting a chorus of breathless giggles and excited screams. Leo tries - and fails - to wiggle away from the onslaught, reaching his hands towards you.
‘You brought this on yourself, kid.’ Enjin’s voice is barely audible over the shrieking. ‘Mama can’t save you now.’
The final straw breaks you later that evening. Leo was tucked into bed, his lion toy in hand and seemingly fast asleep as you creep out the room and back to the sofa. Basking in Enjin’s warmth, you draped yourself across his chest. Temptation Island was quickly forgotten upon your return - his hands were tangled in your hair, mouth on yours. Sharp teeth nipped at your bottom lip, making you whine.
Waiting so long for his touch made you putty in his hands. It felt like you could finish from his mouth on yours, his knee pressing up between your legs and letting you grind down.
Something wet touches your bare calf and you yelp, making Enjin pull you closer.
‘What’s wrong? You okay?’
The sleepy face of your son smiles up at you from the floor, dribble on his chin matching the patch of spit on your leg.
‘Hey, baby.’ You sigh, trying to tack a cheerful expression to your face to hide the fact that your heart is still ricocheting in your chest. ‘What’re you doing up?’
‘Ouchie,’ He grumbles, feeling at his mouth with one finger.
‘M’kay,’ You say, ignoring Enjin’s mumbled complaints at the loss of you as you get up to grab a teething ring from the fridge. Leo follows close behind you, sticking the plastic into his mouth as soon as you hand it over. You lead him gently back to bed, lifting him back into his crib and closing the door firmly, his golden eyes fixed on you as the latch clicks.
‘Can I call him a psychopath now?’ Enjin asks as you flop back onto the sofa. ‘I miss when he slept through the night.’
You don’t even reply, too busy inputting your credit card information into some baby supplies site for a high-walled play pen and a child-safe, one way bedroom door lock.
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The incessant ding! of Enjin’s phone drags you out of sleep. You try nudging him awake, which does nothing but make him pull you close and bury his face between your shoulders blades, muttering in a way which vaguely resembles words.
Stretching your arm at a near-impossible angle lets you grab his phone - at the expense of your elbow - and you blink at it as your eyes adjust. All of the notifications came from the hot dads 🔥 group chat, the name making you snort in amusement. You skim over the latest messages, check the time, and then nudge Enjin again.
‘Jin, your friends are getting here in twenty minutes.’
‘Fuck,’ He mutters, stealing one more moment with you before rolling out of bed. ‘Forgot about that.’
By the time you’ve fully woken up and gotten ready, the apartment is full of people. Your appearance makes Leo light up, his squeal of ‘mama!’ drawing the attention of your guests. After kneeling to give him a hug, and to say hello to the other babies who’d appeared in your home, you straighten to greet the collection of men crammed around your kitchen island.
‘You must be the hot dads,’ You say with a bright smile, earning a laugh.
‘And you must be Leo’s mum,’ One of the men replies. ‘Y’know Enjin never shuts up about you?’
‘Oh, she knows.’ Enjin slides an iced coffee across the counter to you, and you sip at it gratefully. ‘Angel, this is Bro, Arkha, and Gris.’
It was rare for your lion hybrid to look short, so you were taken aback by how tall his friends were. You’d never considered your apartment small, but now that four men over six feet tall and five children were vying for space you were starting to think you’d need an upgrade.
‘Did you all get scared away from the mums and babies group too?’ You perch on the arm of the sofa, glass sweating against your palm.
Bro shudders at the reminder. ‘They were like piranhas.’
‘Everyone was very welcoming,’ Arkha says diplomatically. ‘But they kept trying to set me up. It was impossible to convince them that I can raise two girls by myself - I get messages sometimes asking if they still need a mum.’ His eyes drift to his two girls, Riyo and Amo, where they sit chattering to one another on the floor.
Gris pats Arkha on the shoulder comfortingly. ‘You’re doing a great job.’
You’d been vibrating with fury when Enjin had recounted his day to you after going to that meetup, even when he’d vowed never to return. Single dads were like catnip to them, he’d told you, clutching Leo to him as if one of them was about to break into the apartment and steal him away. You were seething as he told you about how they’d crowded around him, stroking his arms and commenting on how nice it was for a father to be so involved.
‘Someone touched Leo’s ears,’ Enjin says with a shiver.
‘No boundaries, especially when it comes to hybrids,’ Gris says knowingly, shaking his head. ‘They tried to do the same to Rudo.’ The little boy sat near Leo had the same lupine ears as his uncle, the fur a strikingly bright white. ‘
You refill your coffee, nestling into the corner of the sofa to read as you keep an eye on the kids. The noise of the guys chatting, blended with the chatter of the babies, provided a peaceful ambience to your novel. You’d picked it up at the library the last time you’d been to the library, slightly put off originally by the bright orange of the cover, but within fifteen pages you were completely absorbed.
A little hand pats at your knee and you look down into Dear’s big blue eyes.
‘You wanna come up with me?’ He nods firmly and you let him climb up into your lap, where he cozies up as if he belongs there. The expectant way that he stares at your book makes you pause. ‘Oh, you want a story?’ He nods again, eyes fixed on the tiny lines of text. There’s nothing overtly explicit, so you shrug and begin to read quietly to him, the noise melting beneath the other sounds of the apartment into a comforting hum.
It takes no time at all for Dear to drift to sleep, curled into your elbow. Your thumb rubs at the softness of his arm absently, continuing to read silently as he naps. The sofa creaks when Bro takes the spot next to you, peering over your shoulder into his son’s sleeping face.
‘Nice work,’ He whispers, giving you an appreciative thumbs up. ‘He’s been sleeping terribly lately. Want me to take him?’
‘He’s fine,’ You reassure him. ‘Let me know when you’re heading out and I’ll hand him over - I’m happy to let him sleep for a while.’
You trade stories of the sleepless nights and early mornings of parenthood while Dear snoozes. At some point Leo notices that his mama’s affection was being granted to another, and he whines for a moment at your feet until you bring him up to share your lap. Enjin’s heated gaze feels like an electric current over your skin, and you glance over to where he’s stood with his friends.
Bro notices the look and chuckles. ‘Enjin was telling us recently about your - ahem - problems, with Leo.’ You flush with embarrassment. ‘Happens to us all, especially at this age. They seem to have a second sense for when you don’t want them around.’
Leo’s hands are like tiny vices around your fingers. ‘Tell me about it. When do they get over this phase?’ You whisper desperately.
‘You’ve still got a couple of months.’ Despite his apologetic tone, you can still hear the undercurrent of amusement that laces his words. ‘But…’
‘These two get on like a house on fire,’ He says, nodding at the two boys. ‘If you ever wanted me to take Leo for a night, give you guys some alone time…?’
It was only the presence of Dear and Leo that stopped you from falling at Bro’s feet and praising him like some kind of deity. ‘Seriously?’
‘Yeah, it’d be no problem.’
You don’t give him a chance to change his mind - you’re putting your number into his contacts with a promise to pay him back someday, ignoring Enjin’s quirked brow from across the kitchen.
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Leo was surprisingly accepting while being dropped off with Bro and Dear. In fact, you think you were more worried than he was as you linger on the front step, showering Bro with effusive appreciation as you hand over your baby. Bro shrugs the bag of supplies over his shoulder after you triple check that you’ve packed everything.
‘Don’t stress. I’ll text you if we need anything, you enjoy your night.’ Leo’s already grabbing at Bro’s hand, chomping at his knuckles and not batting an eye as you slip away from the door with a wave.
You have enough time to get ready, perfecting your makeup and slipping into a dress that you’d bought specifically for your first proper date since Leo was born. Twisting in the mirror, you take a moment to admire yourself from all angles. Even to your exacting standards you looked immaculate.
Enjin is stood by the window when you enter the living room, staring out across the blinking city lights. You gladly take the opportunity to appreciate the sharp line of his jaw, the tailored cut of his button down shirt. His jaw drops when he turns to you, drinking you in with his gaze.
‘Goddamn, ma,’ The rasp in his voice shoots straight through you. His hands skim your waist hungrily, tail batting at the bare skin of your leg. ‘You sure I can’t keep you here?’
‘D’you know how hard I had to work to get these reservations at such short notice?’ You tease, rolling your eyes. ‘Would you do up my necklace for me?’
The delicate chain looks even daintier in his hands, and you turn before you can get too distracted. You sweep your hair up and off your neck, shivering as his fingers ghost over your skin as he fastens the clasp. He presses a kiss to the back of your neck.
‘Don’t try it,’ You warn, but even you can hear that your heart isn’t in it. You desperately want him to do it again, so before he can you’re pulling him out the door and to your waiting Uber.
The restaurant you’d chosen is fancy - the kind of place where no one is in jeans and everyone has a career that requires an explanation. The lights are so dim you’re basically sat in the dark and the music hums unobtrusively in the background. There are a couple of other hybrids at other tables, putting Enjin at ease.
For the first time in nearly a year you’re in a public space without the baby, and you make the most of it. There’s a bottle of wine on your table almost immediately, and the courses of ridiculously expensive tiny plates fly by as the two of you drink in every moment of one another’s presence.
Of course, that included at least twenty minutes of glancing over at all the other patrons and making up fake stories for what they’re doing tonight.
‘Look at him - that scar? He’s definitely a hit-man. And the lady across from him looks too tense, she’s definitely hiring him to kill her husband or something.’ Enjin nods over to a table on your left.
‘What about those two?’ You say, indicating a table on the other side of the room. ‘Could be father and daughter, but her dress is way too lowcut for that. And she’s like college age, if she’s not a sugar baby then I’d be shocked.’
The silky music of the restaurant washes over you, the buzz of the bottle of wine sending warmth down into your fingertips. Your eyes flutter closed and you hum contentedly. Once Enjin returns from the bathroom you can get home, and then you have him all to yourself. You check your phone absently, in case Bro had texted. There’s a photo of Leo and Dear from a couple of hours ago, both in their pajamas and smiling broadly.
‘I can’t believe a beautiful woman like you is sat alone.’ It takes you a moment to realise those words were directed at you, and you glance up at the man looming over you.
‘Oh, I’m not alone.’ Your smile is tight and forced. ‘My boyfriend will be back any moment.’
‘I’m sure he won’t mind if I keep you company while you wait.’ The chair that Enjin had been sitting in squeaks gratingly against the floor, earning some sideways looks from other diners.
‘I’m sure he will,’ You mutter. ‘I appreciate your concern, but I was perfectly content as I was.’
‘So what is it, a second date? Third?’ The man continues, oblivious. ‘He clearly doesn’t know what he has if he’s left you unattended.’ He notices the dish with the cheque and your black card sitting by your elbow. ‘Oh, I see. He’s splashing the cash to impress you?’
He fumbles in his pockets for a moment, pulling out his wallet and displaying his own collection of cards. ‘I can match whatever he’s got.’
A snarl cuts through the air from behind you, and you don’t even need to look to know that Enjin’s expression is deadly. It’s evident in the way the blood drains from the man’s face.
Oblivious to the tension hanging thick in the air, a waitress appears with a card reader. You ignore the man entirely, smiling amiably and typing in your pin. She wishes you a good night and you chirp out a saccharine thanks! as she trots away, turning back to look at Enjin.
‘Hey, baby,’ You smile up at him, venom dripping from your words. ‘According to my new friend here, Mister…?’
He squeaks something that could be a name.
‘He thinks I’m ‘splashing the cash’ to impress you. Are you impressed?’
Enjin’s tail is lashing, his face thunderous. ‘I thought I heard the lady telling you to get lost.’
The man bolts up and tries to rush past Enjin back to whatever dark corner he’d emerged from. Enjin snags him by the back of his collar before he can escape.
‘Woah there. You gonna go without apologising to my girl?’
‘For what?’ His snarl sends a shiver down your spine. You really shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as you were.
‘Sorry for bothering you, ma’am!’ Enjin shoves him and he stumbles away.
You slot your card back into your wallet and stand, sliding your hands round Enjin’s bicep and pecking him on the cheek. ‘Should we go?’
His ear is flicking in irritation as he leads you out of the restaurant, stony silence only breaking once you’re out of the doors and into the chilled night air.
‘What an asshole,’ He growls. ‘You okay, angel?’
‘More than okay,’ You purr, pulling him closer until your chest is pressed up against his arm. ‘That was hot.’
‘Huh?’ His eyes are wide as he looks down at you.
‘You g’na take me home and let me show you how grateful I am that you defended my honour?’
Enjin has never hailed a taxi so fast in his life.
You’re barely across the threshold when he has you scooped up over his shoulder, swatting your ass with the broad palm of his hand to hear you gasp. Your head spins as he tosses you onto the bed, pulling you towards him. Before you know what’s happening he’s got your skirt bunched around your waist and your panties are tossed into a distant corner of the bedroom.
‘So beautiful, ma,’ Enjin breathes, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. You send prayers up to whatever higher power is listening that he takes pity on you and the long months of abstinence you’d suffered through. There’s no teasing - just the flat of his tongue dragging through your folds, flicking at your clit and drawing a broken moan from your throat. ‘Missed the taste of you.’ His voice thrums through you, making you grind desperately against his mouth.
‘Need you, Jinnie,’ You beg, your hole clenching around nothing. You cry out when you feel him nip at your peaked clit.
‘You that needy for my cock?’ He teases from between your legs, sounding as hoarse with want as you are.
‘Ye-es,’ You plead. ‘Wanna feel you.’
‘’S been a long time, angel. Gotta get you ready first.’
You nearly sob with frustration, his mouth on you after so long sending pleasure zapping through your veins. One of his fingers presses into you, working past the first ring of muscle, and Enjin curses under his breath. It really has been a while - one finger has you seeing stars, curling up to that spot he knows sends you wild as he continues to lap at your clit like he’d been starving.
Fingers knot into his hair and he hisses with pleasure as your nails scratch the back of his ear. Your slick is drenching your thighs already, and when Enjin draws back from you his face is glistening and wet with you. The sight alone makes you clench around his digit, his grin revealing those cute dimples you love so much.
‘Y’look pretty like this, Jin,’ You murmur, shuddering when he works a second finger into you. His knuckles stretch at your walls, hitting at that spongy spot you can never reach by yourself with pinpoint accuracy and making your back arc up off the mattress.
‘Gonna cum for me already?’ His eyes are hungry and fixed on the point where his fingers are being swallowed by your pulsing cunt.
Right as the knot coiling at your core tightens, Enjin slows the movement of his fingers. You whine, teetering at the precipice of your climax as he works them deliberately inside you, dragging them against your walls and purposefully avoiding the spot you need him most.
‘So mean,’ You complain, tears pricking at your eyes. You try tilting your hips to make him push deeper into you when he pulls out of you entirely, leaving your pussy pulsing hungrily at nothing.
In an instant you’re on your stomach and his clothes join your underwear in the corner of the room. You grasp behind you for his cock, eliciting a chuff of pleasure as your fingers graze his length to try and line him up with your entrance. The smokey, woody scent you’d come to associate with him hangs thick in the air as he pins you to the bed, rubbing his cheek against any piece of exposed flesh he can. The neckline of your dress is tugged down, exposing your chest and leaving all the fabric bunched around your waist like some debauched Victorian aristocrat.
In one sharp movement he’s dragged your hips up, back arching and leaving you clutching at the sheets in anticipation. The size of him against you makes you shiver. You’d almost forgotten how big he was, how the mean upward curve grazes your ridged walls as he rolls his hips against yours.
A whimper tears its way out of his throat as he sinks in completely and you pulse around him, teary eyes peeking at him over your shoulder.
‘Shit, pretty girl,’ He pants. ‘Can’t look at me like that.’
‘Move, Jin,’ You plead in response, and he’s gone.
His fingers grip the fabric of your dress, pace immediately relentless as he ruts into you. With each stroke he nearly pulls out, leaving his blushing, leaking tip inside of you before snapping back forward. The obscene slurp of your walls around him fills the room, his balls whacking against your clit with every sharp thrust.
You don’t even know what you’re saying anymore, a stream of babbling pleas and desperate moans falling from your mouth alongside the drool that slips from your lips and soaks into the bed beneath you.
‘Missed you so much,’ Enjin says from above you, and you tighten around him at the realisation that he’s not talking to you - he’s talking to her. One hand loosens from its grip on your dress, moving to draw torturously delicious little circles over your clit, the feeling making your legs go weak. He pulls you closer against him, dribbling cockhead kissing your cervix over and over. ‘No running. She wants me right here.’ And then he’s pressing a hand to the bulge of him in your stomach, and you can feel everything.
‘Damn, ma,’ He purrs. ‘You wanted it bad, huh?’
There’s a rip and your dress is falling away in his hand.
‘I’ll get you a new one.’
‘I don’t give a fuck, Jin, just make me cum—‘
You don’t have to ask twice - he’s lifting you so that your back is pressed to his chest. With his bicep wrapped around your neck to keep you upright you swear you can feel him in your throat, each jerk of his body making your vision flash white with pleasure.
‘C’mon, angel, give it to me,’ He snarls into your ear. ‘’M g’na fill you up so good, ma.’
The slap of his fingers against your oversensitive clit sends you over the edge, your hips bucking helplessly as he keeps thrusting into you, working you through your high. The feeling of your cunt milking him is too much, and the thick ropes of milky cum splattering against your walls make you spasm in the aftershocks of your climax.
He’s nothing but tender with you afterwards, lowering you gently to the mattress and wrapping you up in his arms, giving you a moment to catch your breath. Your head rests comfortably on his shoulder, your legs still trembling as you trace the curving lines of his tattoos sleepily. His skin prickles with goosebumps in the wake of your feather-light touches.
His tail is threaded round your legs, fur tickling at the backs of your knees. ’What’re you thinking about, pretty girl?’ He hums, nuzzling his nose into your hair and breathing in your scent.
‘Don’t you think Leo would be the best big brother, Jin?’
