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gachiakuta guys x fem!reader

warnings —> suggestive, a little toxic, drinking mentioned, not proofread..

about : what would happen if the characters of gachiakuta got drunk after breaking up with you? and came crawling back to u??

a/n : heh… ok I’m sorry I’m SO busy but trust I’m gonna be on my grind after this ☺️ this is gonna be an apology for not posting for a while 😁 also the weird spelling is supposed to resemble the slurring of words when ur drunk, I didn’t know if that was clear or not..

enjin

your phone buzzes on the counter. you ignore it the first time. then the second. then the third. by the fourth buzz you throw your blanket off your lap and get up.

you grab your phone and stare at the few messages for a second, trying to register what you see.

it was enjin. the same guy who broke up with you 2 months ago for being “too clingy.”

you still had his name saved as jin with a yellow heart and a picture of you guys kissing as it profile. it stung a little bit.

jin 💛: babey

jin 💛: babe

jin 💛: km outside ma

jin 💛: coke open forme so I can love uou

the fuck..? you knew he had to be drunk. more importantly why was he drinking and driving?

you : enjin are you drunk? were you drinking and driving? and why are you outside my house?

before he even read the message you heard a voice outside the door paired with loud knocking, startling you and catching your attention away from the buzzing phone.

“baaabeeeeee!! I’m back baby.” he says sluggish, leaning against the door.

“you have to be shitting me,” you say running towards the door. you open it to see enjin, looking drunk as fuck smiling at you with his eyes closed, a red blush taking over his cheeks.

his arm is up against the doorframe powering over your less tall frame. his body slowly starts to get closer and closer to yours before you realize he’s not coming in for a kiss, he’s falling.

“how much have you had to drink enjin? did you read my messages? why are you drinking and driving?” he falls against your chest and you grab his shoulders with your hands and stop him from hitting the floor.

“I’m fineeuh’mm drive better when I’m drunk anywahy~” his breathe hiccups on your chest and his arms wrap your waist pulling you towards him a little bit.

“what are you doing.” you push him up a little bit, making eye contact with him now.

“you broke up with me, we are not together anymore.”

he looks at you for a second. his eyes start to water and his mouth frowns. he’s fucking boo hoo crying.

“it was mm’y worst mistake of my life, mm’why did I do that I miss youmm’so much baby please take me bah-“

he couldn’t even finish his sentence before breaking out in tears crying on your chest, getting tears on your shirt. his hands are tightened around you as he gets on his knees looking up at you with those puppy dog eyes.

“argh, you’re such an asshole! let me breathe.” his arms unwrap as you back up a little bit.

“I was su stupidly.” he says.

“you were so stupidly? what does that mean enjin?”

“please babey. I didn’t mean to’hurt you’m.”

you look at him on the floor, hands between his legs, sitting like a dog with those fucking puppy eyes.

“oh my god just get off the floor enjin.” you say grabbing his hand and helping him up. you couldn’t believe you’re giving him a second chance, he has been in his feelings maybe he just needed space.

you walk to the couch and he sits beside you.

“I’m so so so sorry I wasn’t in a good headspace and gris got drunk and told me to cut things off with you. I regret what I did to you from the second I did it to where I’m sitting right now.” oh now his words were coherent.

you just stare at his face for a minute. his gorgeous puppy dog face.

“and what do I get from this?” you ask staring up at him.

“me, and flowers, and chocolate, and hea-“ you grab his lips before he finished the sentence.

“you are ridiculous enjin.”

“you lobe it.”

august

your friends invited you to a outing, nothing big, just something to get you out the house after your break up with august a couple weeks ago. it was for him to “focus on his craft.” he was so insistent on it you just gave it, it hurt but you couldn’t help it.

you spent at least 3 hours on makeup and hair. an extra 2 for trying to find a outfit. you looked like a million bucks and felt like it. you haven’t felt like yourself since the breakup so it felt good to get up and out.

you waiting on your friends in the bathroom, just scrolling on your phone.

you hear a subtle voice screaming your name a couple blocks down.

“…y/n!” the mystery person yelled.

you thought it was a coworker or something so you lower your phone and raise your hand to wave at them before taking a closer look.

it was august, running full speed towards you.

“Y/N!” he yells pushing people out the way and speeding up. he seemed a little droopy and drunk stumbling over himself.

he trips over his foot and topples to the ground. the cup in his hand falls in the street.

“Y/N!!! Y/N , BABE!” he looks up at you from the ground, and starts to wiggle towards you.

“august what the fuck??” you say still from the shock.

“OH I’VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH BABY COM’HERE-“ he says before getting up on this fours and crawling to you, pushing everything out of way.

his hands wrap around your legs and he rests his head on your thighs, holding you tight.

he rubs his head up and down like a puppy dog meeting his owner for the first time.

“august get off of me, we’re in the middle of the street.” you hit him on the top of his head.

“NO BABY PLEASEEEEUHHH!!”

your leg kicks out trying to move away from the scene.

“august youre drawing attention to us-“ you whisper down to him as he continues to slob on your legs.

“oh my god come on.” you grab his collar and pull him towards a empty alley, trying to get the attention off you 2.

you put him on the wall and step back to the wall behind you.

“august why, what, and how are you here???”

“mmm’baby I miss youeb.. we had so muchuh fun..” his head topples side to side staring at you through his thick glasses.

“you broke it off with me to quote on quote focus on your craft. I don’t think you’ve focused enough august, you look pathetic.” you say it with a full chest.

“I’m pathetic for you though babe, I haven’t been ablem to look or even think about anything but YOU babey plepleaseeee!” he crawls up to you, looking up at you from the hem of your skirt.

you can’t do anything but just suck it up, august was your first love and people make mistakes. but you weren’t gonna make it easy.

“how bad do you want me?” you say rubbing his head.

he smiles and kisses your thigh but you push him off.

“not here august…”

tamsy

you walk into the bar, taking in the alcohol smell. you broke up with tamsy about 5 weeks ago. you guys were barely even in a relationship because he refused to ask you to be his girlfriend.

there’s a free seat between 2 guys and a guy facing the other direction. you couldn’t see his face so you just took the seat.

after ordering a mojito you start to look around, observing the people around you.

the feeling of depression and loneliness really started to hit you as you took a long drag out of your cigarette. you breathe out and stare at the guy beside you with his head on the counter.

his hair covered his face just enough for you not to recognize him.

after a while of staring at the beautiful long blonde hair, you notice blue pieces sticking out on his chest.

his eyes blink open and you finally notice his face. his beautiful stupid sexy face.

you remember it like it’s nostalgia coming back to you. every single color and curve.

it was tamsy. the same tamsy who broke things off with you because of “unrequited feelings.” you could see his feelings on his face.

“t-tamsy?” your voice trips on its self seeing him again for the first time in a while.

the blondes eyes widen as he sees your face, your silhouette in front of him.

“babe..? his hands graze your waist as he looks up at you, slouched over in his seat a little bit.

“oh my, back already my love? I forsureee thought it would be at least another 2 weeks.” his head climbs into your lap falling over himself.

you push him off and up helping him recollect his composure.

“we are not getting back together asshole. pull yourself together and get off of me.” you stand your ground. you knew the one thing tamsy despised. weakness.

you grab your bag and put down a 10 dollar bill on the counter in front of you. your heels click on the floor as you make your way outside.

he follows you soon after but forgot to pay his tab, making him stumble over his feet at the sound of the bartender yelling at him.

he throws a 100 and speedwalks out of there, trying to find you in the crowd. you stand on the wall with a cigarette in your hand, taking a long drag.

“you know I don’t do emotions. it’s either we’re together or we’re not. don’t be dramatic.” his irritating voice did something to your stomach making it flip and twist. he smirks at the fact his voice made you mad. you he loved it.

“one last time won’t hurt..”

a/n : OK IM A CHUD IM SORRY 😞 I’m so fucking busy with life rn but I promise I didn’t forget this is just part 1, I’ll post part 2 asap and maybe make a part 3 ? 👀 I know it took like month for this to come out but I’m really gonna try to be more active because I’m not inconsistent than cory rn … anyways thanks for all the support and love, requests are all appreciated and open so feel free to ask 🤤 I HOPE YOU ENJOYED

tipping point ₊˚⊹ 𐂯

sub!jabber x dom!reader

warnings —> edging, handjob, biting, and sensitivity.

about: jabber just got a prince albert piercing about a week ago, you were advised not to touch it for at least a month but , they didn’t say you couldn’t touch around it?

a/n: I’m genuinely geeked out rn i needed some subby jabber 🤫 also thank you so much for all the likes and reposts I’m glad you freaks are enjoying my works 🥹 ALSO sorry I haven’t been active bitchhh the fucking pot is boiling in my life rn but I’m fighting thru it 😒 lmk if you guys like gachiakuta or jjk more OK FR ENJOY

(not proofread!)

it’s been 3 weeks since jabber got his, “special piercing.” it hurt, but you knew how jabber was. pain was his best friend. he loved the sting, the sensitivity of it after, the feeling of getting it tugged on after it was healed.

but this one was different, it being on the tip of his most sensitive spot. it drove him mad waiting for a month until being able to fuck you again. he prioritized your pleasure over anything of course but he still hated the waiting game.

even water dripping down as he showered made him squirm a bit.

“how’s your piercing hanging up?” you ask bringing him another ice pack and some water. he wasn’t a fan of not being able to move around a lot, having you bring him everything he needs.

“it’s getting better, i can move around way better. it’s so fuckin’ sensitive.” lifting the blanket, he puts the ice pack on his clothed length focusing it on the tip. his hips buckle and grind against the ice pack. his head swings to the side a little bit.

you sit on the soft blanket at the empty spot beside his legs. your hand meets his on his, rubbing the sensitive spot. his eyes don’t dare to meet yours. the chill of your hands make his body shiver and curl his lip to the side, a small smirk drawn on his face.

you lift the blanket and his hand up from the ice pack now sliding down his clothed member.

“is it too sensitive to touch?” you say grazing your fingers up and down lightly, using your other hand on his chin sliding down to his neck.

“oh’yous nasty girl,”he bends down curling at the torturous stare you give him, panting hard. “you can’t touch the—piercing.” he says looking up at you, hunching his back to the soft teasing feeling of you on him.

your hand slides from his neck to his chest, then down his stomach, moving to the band of his boxers. slipping your fingers underneath the stretch of the underwear.

“ohh—fuckkahh— you’re killing m’me ma..” he whispers in a yearning full way, his eyes begging for whatever you were gonna give him.

his back curls into himself more and falls into the swell of your breast, moaning into the pillows underneath his chin. he leaves wet kisses up on your chest, practically slobbering on your boobs.

gently, you uncover the growing cock avoiding the tip. you start slow, gentle strokes underneath the top. you were driving him crazy, insane even. the feeling of your cold but warm hands on the bulging manhood between his pants.

his hips involuntarily buckle and grind against your hands, his movements erratic and needy.

hands rub down your back, making way to your ass seeping under your panties. your hands tighten around the length, squeezing out the precum coming gushing out.

“im—almost’ngh—there—“ his hips speed up, your hand grasping him together with every second, suddenly you unwrap your hands from his pulsating cock making his nails dig into your skin.

he leaves a sharp bite on your boob, exhaling from the high he had.

“fuccckkkk, you can’t leave me hanging please ma, pleaseeee?” he whines in your ear, his hips scoot towards your open legs licking the bleeding bite mark while staring up at you.

your hands creep up his back, grabbing a fistful of locs making his head bend back.

“I don’t think sooo!”

bridgerton 𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི inspired

nanami x fem!reader

warnings —> decade age gap, eating out, p in v, mentions of arranged marriage, readers first time, a bit toxic ? (I’m too tired to proofread EVER)

about : you were deemed the diamond by the queen and is captured by the gaze of duke kento, the highest ranking man in his family. you greet him and find yourself falling for him through the night.

a/n: im rewatching bridgerton right now and I’m obsessed I had to write something.. this is HEAVILY inspired by the first season. I’ve also been trying to stray away from gachiakuta so I can build my masterlist ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ) enjoy!

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it was the day, your dress was sitting on your bedside with a corset beside it. your makeup was freshly painted on you and you were waiting for the rest of your maidens to help you get ready.

earlier that day you were kissed upon the forehead by the queen, deemed a diamond first of your family.

walking out of the palace you couldn’t even believe it for a second, mesmerized by the beauty of it all. your mom helps you back into the carriage and yaps your ear off about the debutante and falling in love at a young age.

hours after you come back, your maidens wrap a corset under your bust, feet on your back as you grasp the leather couch in front of you.

“suck it in my lady, just a inch smaller.”

you lay your hand on your waist and bend down and close your eyes.

“phew finally, you’re sucked in my lady! just a quick touch up and we’ll be on our way.” one the maidens say sitting you down on the chair plumping your cheeks up with blush.

an hour later you arrive at the venue, lights are dim. the place is packed with people, wall to wall. you slip out of the carriage, one foot after the other, one arm on your mom and one free.

you see one of your friends and walk over to her.

“greetings to you shoko—“ she grabs your shoulders with excitement and shakes you bit.

“I should call you diamond now? is her lipstick still there?” she says lifting the hair on your forehead.

you tap her hand and giggle at her gesture.

“people are watching shoko,” you say guiding her towards the food table.

“it was magical, all eyes on me, seen as the most beautiful debutante, graced by the queen.” you say grabbing a small dessert and taking a bite of it.

“I must imagine. any proposals yet? I hear sir jo has his eyes on you.”

“oh god no, he’s gotten 3 maids pregnant and is best friends with…with..that one guy.”

“oh yes the one…um.”

you both laugh it off and walk back to your seat.

“so, you’ve got eyes on anybody?” she says catching your attention.

you look around for a second checking the room, one man in particular catches your eye. blond hair, left a little messy. a green and black suit paired with green and gray glasses, unable to see his eyes. rather tall and chiseled look surrounded by women.

“him, the one in the hideous green. his button up is a horrid color, but I like the way he looks,” you say subtly pointing towards him. “do you know his name?”

“duke kento, his full name is nanami kento. he is the highest in his family, not having much other than his little brother. I don’t know if he’s ever even been in love.” he says holding onto your arm a little tighter.

“thats the only one? nobody else?”

“no, the rest of them look, bland. no stories behind them.” you say while staring at the duke named kento. your eyes weren’t able to glide off him while shoko names other people ready to wed near you.

“and he’s dirt poor—“

“should I introduce myself? you say cutting her off, still not breaking your gaze from him.

“um, I don’t think—“

“I’m gonna go introduce myself.” you get up still not breaking your stare.

“wait—“

you start to walk away without your friend by your side going towards the blond gentleman.

he starts to walk toward you and the world, stops for a moment. his face looks even more gorgeous coming closer to you. but suddenly his shoulder bumps into yours. you look back but he does not, not so much paying mind to you.

you stand there for a second, shoulder still stinging from the hit.

“excuse me.” you say walking up behind him.

“what?”

“excuse me. that’s what you say when you bump into someone. although we do not know each other im sure you have manners, being a duke at your age.” you say staring up at the tall blond.

he stares down for a second, capturing you in. the beauty of your hair, the youth of your skin, the swell of your breast.

he clears his throat and gets himself together.

“a waltz?”

“…excuse me?” you say confused as he presents his hand out in front of you.

“I want a dance with you lady, lady.. what might your name be?”

“{name}, lady {name}.” you say straightening your back and fixing your hair.

he intertwines this arm with yours ever so gentle and leads you over to the floor, dancing partners swaying in the middle.

one of his hands grasp your waist while the other interlocks your hand. you 2 start swaying together, moving to the rhythm, moving back and forth.

“duke kento is it? are you looking for a wife or just here to pry?” you say whispering into his ear.

“I don’t know if I would ever marry, I can’t think of such trival things.” you spin mere inches from his chest.

“should I even dance with you then? I don’t know you heard but my family is pushing me to get married, this season.”

“nothing but a waltz, fun if you may add.” he says using his hand to push your waists closer.

you two dance until the end of the song, parting from each other, bowing and clapping for others. he intertwines with you again and gently guided you towards the garden, outside.

you two walk up and down the garden full of beautiful flowers, illuminating from the night sky.

“why are you not ready for marriage? surely someone of your age and status could have a child and a wife by now.” you ask a meter away from him, trying to keep distance.

“I don’t need one, nor do I want one. it is not important to me.” he sits down on a chair facing towards you. you take the chair facing right in front of it. face to face.

“well what about you? eyes on anybody? I’m sure being blessed by the queen makes you the most desirable woman of this season. any proposals?” he says lighting a cigarette, throwing the used match on the floor.

“well of course, but I have no desire for a man who can’t say anything to me in my face. it’s almost like I’m an object being put up for auction, not even talking to me face to face.”

you play with the tips of your hair as you rant about marriage, not realizing how you sound.

you slap your hand over your mouth trying to make up for the words you said.

“I know how that must sound to you, I’m sorry—“

“don’t be, I think marriage in this country is very outdated as well, women are seen as objects, that’s why I’m waiting for marriage, I don’t want any women, I want one that I love. and if I die before I find that…so be it.” he says, taking a long drag from the cigarette between his fingers.

you get up and walk over to the chair he was sitting at, pointing at the cigarette in his hands.

“mind if I?”

he nods his head handing it to you. you sit beside him and inhale the smoke, puffing it out.

it was silent for a moment, but you turn to his face, flushed from the alcohol and smoke. you didn’t realize but his glasses were off as he gazed into the stars.

“have you ever had sex?”

“wha—excuse me? that is no language for a lady.” he says on the edge of the bench you two sat on together.

“oh what now it’s inappropriate? you let me rant on about how stupid marriage is, let me take a couple drags out of your fag and now we can’t be adults together? in all respect duke kento, I’m 21. I might’ve been saving myself for marriage but I know a thing or 2.”

you get up and throw the half smoked cigarette on the ground. you stand in front of him grabbing his shoulder.

his face is pointed the opposite direction of yours, still flustered from the alcohol creeping up his system, now even more from the conversation.

“yes we are both adults but, I’m a decade older than you lady {name}. you have still not been married either. you should save yourself and such a conversation for your husband.” he says removing his hand from his mouth, placing it on his chin.

“don’t be boring, I have nothing to lose and neither do you. you’ve expressed your disinterest of marriage. we might as well just—“

“I will not do anything like that with an unmarried woman, much less not even married to me. it could ruin your title—“

“let’s get married then.”

“what the hell is wrong with you—“

“you have absolutely nothing to lose, and I am waiting for marry someone, any longer and I won’t be seen as desirable. like I said I have nothing to lose but it would be nice to marry someone who shares the same opinions as me.”

he went silent for a while, biting his lip.

you sat down right beside him. knee to knee.

“I, uh—i maybe. i don’t—“ he says nervously.

“I don’t care if I lose my title. love is worth it.”

“we are not in love.”

“we could be. just teach me.”

“what are you even asking me right now? for sex or marriage?” he asks not opening his eyes.

“both.”

“I barely know you.”

“neither do most of my suitors but they ask for my hand in marriage without knowing.”

he bends down, elbows on his knees rubbing his temples with his fingers.

you focus your gaze on his hands rubbing his head. your hand meets his interlocking.

he looks up at you and grabs your thighs pushing them towards him, using his other to grab your waist.

he gently pushes his lips on yours, getting rougher and rougher leading his sloppy kisses down your neck.

you yelp at the sudden contact but don’t fight back. his hands slip down your waist massaging above your heat.

“aah—mm’this is sex?” you says rubbing the crevice of his neck with your head.

“just wait mm’lady.” he says breaking contact with your skin but bringing himself back to it. he leaves wet sloppy kisses on your breast, licking the left the saliva on them.

his hands ruffle the skirt of your dress up, rubbing your thighs with his hand still keeping contact with your skin.

one of his hands slip under your dress and rub the wetness between your legs. slow circles on the the fabric covering you. he kisses you while the rubbing intensity goes up. your hips gravitate towards the fingers touching you.

you hold onto him for comfort trying to keep yourself on the chair.

you moan into his ear and throw your head back. you try to creep your legs closed but he pushes them back open.

he grabs your panties but stops himself and backs up a little bit.

“I truly don’t want to tarnish your reputation, we should go somewhere a bit more private. follow me.” he says getting up fixing his tie and pulling your panties back up.

you fix yourself wiping off saliva and pulling your top up trying to appear a bit more relaxed.

he leads you down a garden full of moon orchids, blossoming gorgeously.

“where are we going?” you ask a bit reluctant.

“my carriage.”

after a minute or 2 of walking we make it into the carriage, you climb in as he helps you get up.

you sit down on the soft seats and watch him as he closes the door and lets down the blinds.

“it’s rather nice in here—“ you were cut off by his lips back on yours. his hands hiking up your skirt once more.

you feel his hands back on your breast, letting them free wrapping his tongue around the bulb on the tip of them. swirling his tongue around, still holding up your skirt ready to go down.

“that feels—mm, weirduh—“ you say covering your mouth.

his mouth falls down your waist making way to your thighs. he pulls your panties to the side and puts his entire face in there, licking up and down.

your hands ram into the wall, digging your nails into the velvet.

your legs hop on top of his shoulders and push your throbbing cunt onto his nose, up and down. he looks up and you and smiles at the feeling.

you dig your nails into his scalp, holding on for life.

“aah—ngh—yes,” you yell through your fingers. “don’t stop-right mm’there!” you tighten your legs around his neck, pushing his face closer to your clit, hitting the same spot over and over.

eventually you cum on his face, with the feeling pulsating through your body, head to toes.

he doesn’t move for a second, letting you come down from your high.

“mm—huff—was that, sex?” you ask still out of breath from the moment.

“part of it. it seemed your body liked it. now we should go—“

“what about you?” you ask staring at the tent in his pants.

“what about me—oh.” he says looking down at the erection going on in his pants.

“I’m fine, we both got what we wanted. now we must tell your family—“

“don’t you get…off too? it takes 2 to tango anyways. let me see, you must have one too.”

“hey calm down—“ you reach down to the bulge in front of you, holding it in your hands.

“rather big I must say,” you say unzipping, unbuttoning and unveiling the monster in his pants. “I—oh.”

“we don’t have the same—“

“anatomy, I know.”

“so how does this work?” you say looking up at him on the floor.

“tu-turn around.”

you get up and listen, turning your back to the man behind you.

“this might be a little, painful. just bare with me.”

he lifts your skirt up and gently inserts a finger into your slick and wet heat, moving it in and out.

after a while he asks you, “is it comfortable?”

you nod your head and he inserts another finger.

and he does it again, and again, until he pops them all out softly.

“be still or this might be a little more painful than the fingers.” he wraps his hands around your waist and brings you closer.

he slowly puts his length in you, not going to slow but not to fast.

“are you okay? does it hurt?”

you nod your head and join his hands on your waist.

“what now—“ you are cut off by the log inside of you going in and out, starting slow but building up faster and faster.

“fu—fuckuh—“ he whispers wrapping his arms around your waist, right up to the underside of your breast.

the carriage is moving fast now, rocking to the steady rhythm of your bodys together.

“does it—feel good, for you too?” you ask.

“mhm..” he says going faster, slapping your ass with his front side.

he flips you around, now facing each other. he plops your legs on his shoulders, pressing your legs down towards you.

it was a bit painful but the pleasure exceeded the pain. you grab his face and meet it with yours, kissing sloppily.

“fuc—fuck I’m almost there, I can’t get it inside you yet.” he says thrusting faster with every word.

“get what inside me?” you ask clueless.

“you’ll see—fuck you’re squeezing me so tight.”

he thrusts a few more times and rips himself out, slapping his length on your stomach. he strokes up and down a few times releasing a sticky substance on your waist.

“oh-ngh—yes—“ he says closing his eyes and landing on you.

you touch the milky substance on your stomach and play with it, feeling it between your fingers.

you lick the salty feeling on your hands, and don’t like it very much.

“don’t lick that idiot— oh jesus.” he says out of breath on your chest.

Valentine’s Day special 🤍

enjin, gris, and zanka x fem!reader

warnings —> none! fluff

about: reader is shy and crushing on him. you fill up a jar of small notes every time you have a thought about them. on valentine’s day you give them the jar.

note: this was a request ! my first one so im very excited, thank your for requesting and keep em coming I love it! (this might come out after valentines day 🤫)

enjin

“huh?” he stares at your blankly as you shove the paper-filled jar in his chest. you tilt your head to the side not showing your face, shy.

you had written a small note everytime you thought of enjin, folded it, and put it in a jar next to your desk.

“it’s for you.”

he tilts his head down to the the jar settled in his chest. his hands wrap around yours on the jar, taking it from you.

“thanks, what is this?”

you and enjin were on the same team, but you rarely talk to one other. you’ve liked him for a couple months now, after he saved you from a trash beast.

the moment was euphoric, something from a movie. his hands wrapped around your waist, swiping you off your feet.

you couldn’t get him out your head, using this jar as a method to get your feelings out. you thought about that day every time you saw him, which was everyday.

“read them when you feel down, happy valentines day enjin.”

you say turning around and walking away from the scene. he was left there with a jar of folded papers, decorated with red and pink hearts on it.

before he got the chance to say anything you were already gone.

“when I feel down?” he says whispering to himself. he walks off with the jar and check behind himself a couple times.

this was the worst day possible. zanka threw up on him in the car from his horrible driving. he got cut up by a trash beast and he ran out of cigarettes.

he was pissed off.

he gets to his room ripping his equipment off. he sits down on the couch pushing a couple cans out of his way.

he takes a swig out of the nasty ass cigarette he found on the ground. he put it out immediately turning his gaze to the dresser.

his eyes land on the jar you gave him precisely a month ago.

he turns his head trying not to give in.

his hands suddenly wrap around the jar again, grabbing the note hanging on the top.

“let’s see..” he says unfolding the paper and reading the words off it.

thank you for being the wonderful person you are 🤍

was written on the tiny paper note, with a heart next to it.

tears started to swell in his eyes. not being able to help himself, he grabs the other notes and reads them all, being a sobbing mess after.

“these were all for me?” tears start flowing down his face from the love in his heart.

gris

“for me?” he asks, pointing to himself while staring into your eyes.

you shake your head up and down, signaling yes. you didn’t know what to expect from him.

you 2 weren’t close, sharing a few words every other mission together.

you were a shy person, but ever since that one fateful chat you had your feelings were clear for gris.

it was a gloomy day, you had just lost your necklace that you had since a child. it was so very important to you.

you were searching everywhere for it, slicing the trash beast in front of you.

tears starting to fall from your eyes, you couldn’t help it, you felt hopeless. everyone in your team had already started to head back. you didn’t realize but gris stayed and helped you look.

you felt a tap on your shoulder, your gaze turned to the tall man standing behind you.

he held out a tiny charm in front of your face, a little dirty from the digging for it.

“is…is this what you’re looking for?” he says softly.

you inspected the charm and grabbed it from his hands.

you wiped your tears and smiled down. “yes, thank you so much.”

he smiles and gives you a hug.

“I have something special to me as well so I know how it feels.” he says walking away with a wave and a smile.

you just stood there, staring at the back of him. you sniffle a bit and walk away.

that’s the day you fell for him. how could he just save your life just like that? from that point onward you started to write notes about him, putting them in a square shaped jar.

“what’s this for?” he asks grabbing the jar taking a note off the top and reading it to himself.

“valentines day, I thought of you just how you thought of me a couple months ago.”

you cover your face with your hair, a habit of yours.

“I just thought that you deserved something special because…because…uhm..” you lost your train of thought while looking at him speed through the notes.

he wasn’t even listening to you as he smiled at the thoughtful gesture.

“you don’t have to read them all now you know? they were for when you felt down…” he ignored the words falling out your mouth as he grabs the last note and puts them all back in the jar.

you were flustered by him reading them in front of you that you couldn’t do anything but start to walk away.

he grabs your wrist still holding tight to the jar.

“thank you. so much.”

zanka

he was silent as you placed the jar in his hands. he looked a little confused as you turned your head facing away from him.

“it’s for you, it’s valentines day. I mean—for valentines day..I uhm…” you say awkwardly drifting from the conversation.

you crushing on zanka was not like you. he would just do really sweet things all the time.

small stuff like grabbing your lunch or tying your shoe when you have a skirt on.

you 2 were friends but you were the last person he’d do that to. or you thought.

all of the small gestures is what made you fall for him. everytime he did something small for you, you wrote a small note about him and threw them by your dresser.

eventually you put them in a jar you found.

“you’re very sweet to me all the time so I thought I could do something sweet for you. this is my way of saying thanks.” you say flashing a smile.

he sits there and grabs a note on top, reading it to himself.

he starts to get red. really red.

almost like..he was.. flustered?

zanka? flustered?

“are you okay?” he just sits there staring at the tiny note between his hands. “earth to zanka?”

you rest your hand on his cheek but his face only gets redder. you retract your hand, and get up with a worried look on your face.

“I hope you like it.” you walk away turning around after a couple steps checking on him.

a couple hours past. you’re in your bed almost ready to fall asleep before a note slips under your door.

you get up and grab the folded paper, confused on the origin.

“could it be zanka?” you say to yourself. you unwrap the paper and see the words “THANK YOU.” written on it. with zanka’s name in small letters under it.

you smile to yourself and open the door looking at zanka running down the hall, laughing to yourself.

dirty little secret 🤫

enjin x fem!reader

warnings —> drinking, smoking, bathroom/mirror sex, eating out (fem!receiving) p in v, spitting.

about: enjin is your close friend of a couple years but after a couple hours at the club you might be more than that.

note: this is my first fanfic 🥲 barely proofread.

enjin was your best friend. you joined the cleaners 5 years ago today, enjin insisted you and your other cleaner buddies go out for a drink.

“cmonn y/n, we haven’t had a drink together in while! plus it’s a special occasion.” he whines in the chair beside you. his tattooed arm wrapping around your neck.

“maybe because the last time we went out to drink you got into a fight with the bartender for not giving you another round prior to the 3 beers and 4 shots of patron you had. you can’t hold your liquor enjin.”

“ill promise to watch myself this time, you can cut me off when you think im getting too drunk.”

“you always say that but I can’t ever enjoy myself when I go out.”

he jumps out of his seat and bends down in front of you with his freshly painted fingernails on your crossed thighs. he looks up at you with those puppy dog eyes he uses when he wants something.

“pleaseeeeee???” he says getting closer to your lap.

“oh my fuckin- fine enjin. but if you disobey me once in the entire night im taking your ass home and we’re never going out again.” he won. he always does when it comes to stuff like this. his frown turns into the brightest smile you’ve ever seen from him.

“thanks ma! I’ll do our laundry for the next 2 weeks.” he says running off to go tell semiu, gris and the other adult cleaners that we’re going out. you roll your eyes and get up walking towards your room.

a hour or two past and you’re finally ready, semiu and enjin are waiting outside your door pregaming the life out of a half empty don julio bottle.

“finally, the princess is ready,” gris says after putting out his cigarette. “club enigma right? enjin you’re driving.”

“he just had 2 shots gris, I’ll drive." the others walk out and enjin waits behind for you, grabbing your waist to help you down the stairs.

“getting all pretty for meee??” he says tugging on your hips.

“you smell like weed enjin damn, how did you have? I told you watch yourself.” he smirks and opens the car door for you, watching you climb in, going right behind you, he squishes himself right beside you, being pressed between corvus’s big ass and enjin’s even bigger ass.

you arrive at the club, the bass is booming through your heels. a couple of guys are smoking outside, the smell of cigarettes and alcohol flows through the air. it was dimly lit outside but the lights set the ambiance.

you walk inside and find semiu, enjin and gris at a table waiting for you. you set your things down and walk to the bar not realizing enjin was behind you.

“can I have one moscow mule?”

“make that 2 please.”

enjin appeared behind you staring you up and down. focusing his eyes on your cleavage. his hands creep up your waist again and sits on the chair behind him, making him looking up at you with those puppy dog eyes.

“what do you want enjin?” the bartender slides the 2 drinks up to you guys.

“I want a dance with the cleaner of the night. before semiu takes you away to dance with some randos.”

he says chugging his drink down while maintaining eye contact. something about the yearning look on his face. almost like he couldn’t live without you. he puts his empty drink down on the bar and takes his now free hand and joins it with his other hand still on your waist, locking you between his legs while looking up at you still.

you couldn’t say no to him, how could you ever say no to someone looking at you like that? you finish your drink and put it down on the bar joining his.

“how can I say no?” you say letting a smile peak through. he grabs your hand and leads you through the crowded dance floor. he finds a spot between 2 guys grinding on each other and a couple making out.

you start off slow, finding the right rhythm to the music. you can feel enjin behind you. you grind your ass a little bit to beat, wining your hips and feeling the beat, you feel on your body while dancing.

enjin softly grabs the underside of your boob while grinding on your ass. your hands follow his and you guide him through the right places to touch. you feel yourself getting turned on from the touching. it didn’t feel like friendly joking dancing anymore. you could feel enjin growing in his pants.

I ran away from the scene, tumbling Into people while running in the crowd, eventually making it to the women’s bathroom. I grab a cigarette I had in stuffed in my bra and frantically search for a lighter.

“fuck I left it in my purse.”

“y/n, you good? I saw you run from enjins horny ass.” semiu says holding out a lit lighter inches from your face.

“fuck semiu, I was so close to fucking him right there on the spot, the feeling of him behind me while touching me all over…criminal. I didn’t even realize how intimate we had gotten until I felt myself in my underwear.”

she was quiet for a second, but her laughter soon filled up the empty bathroom. slamming her hand on the cold tile sink.

“im glad you think this is funny. I’m completely sober by the way.”

her laughter finally comes to a halt. she picks herself up and sits on the sink.

“you mean the same enjin who’s had a crush on you for the past 5 years?”

“….excuse me?” you stare blankly at her face confused on what words came out of her mouth.

“yup, the guy won’t ever shut the fuck up about you. every time im at my desk he’s yapping my fucking ear off. im surprised you 2 aren’t married yet the way he talks about you.” she grabs your arm and pulls you a little closer.

“if he didn’t like you, we would’ve already been together ma’am.”

she whispers in your ear. before you get the chance to respond she pushes you out the door smacking your ass on the way out.

“fuck I need to get laid.”

you’re back on the sweaty and packed dance floor looking for enjin. the music and ambiance isn’t the same anymore. the lights still dim, the same dance floor but you can’t help feel different. you pushed away the one person who loved you through everything. you spot enjin sitting in a chair by himself, checking his phone frantically every 5 seconds. he fiddles with his fingernail before noticing you.

“are you okay? why’d you run off like that? did I do something wrong? I didn’t drink while I was waiting I promis-“ you cut him off with a kiss.

he didn’t know what to do at first but grab onto you, bending down to meet down with you.

you broke the kiss first, looking up at him and landing your feet on the ground. what love you had quickly became rage. you hit his arm a little bit.

“why didn’t you tell me asshole, im your best friend!” you say staring up at him. before letting him talk you grab his shirt and pull him outside.

“wait wait wait, what are you talking about?…did semiu tell you?”

“tell me what, that you’ve liked me for 5 years? I thought we were closer than that enjin.” you look disappointed at him waiting for an answer.

“I uh- I don’t- im- I’m uh.. sorr- im sorry. I didn’t wanna ruin our friendship you seemed like you didn’t-weren’t into me. im an asshole im sorry you’re- im- you’re right.”

you didn’t budge.

“im sorry ma, I should’ve told you.”

nope.

he knew what he had to do.

he wasn’t reluctant, he got on his knees and looked up at you with those damn puppy dog eyes, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. you couldn’t help it.

“jesus enjin, you better be honest with me from here on out or I’ll never talk to you again.”

“yes ma’am.”

you walk back into the club with the booming speakers, and make your way to the table with gris and corvus smoking up a storm. you grab your bag and lighter off the table.

“where you going princess?” gris says in a flirty tone not expecting an answer.

“home, I’ve had a long day.”

you head into your room and drop your things on your bed. you start by taking off your heels and then earrings. you head out to see the children laying down on the couch with riyo, zanka and rudo, almost forgetting enjin made them babysit.

walking back into your room you see enjin sitting on your bed looking like he was waiting for someone. waiting for you.

“you didn’t have to come with me you know? I know you love going out.” you say sitting beside him taking the rest of your jewelry off, putting on your bedside.

“wasn’t the same without you,” he says taking a swig out of his whiskey. he turns to you and watches you get up to the bathroom. he grabs your waist and looks at you thru the mirror. “you look so pretty.”

you scoff at his comment. “with 4 hour makeup and hair? yeah right.”

he bends down and puts his nose in the nape of your neck.

“what are you doing enjin, I know you like me but I don’t know if I can do that with you especially since you’re my best friend.”

“after that kiss?” his hands roam farther and farther on your body touching the same places he did at the club.

“please baby I need you sososososo bad.”

“baby? oh im your baby now?” he paused for a moment and looked at you thru the mirror. “enjin you’re drunk, we’ll talk about this in the morning.”

“I’ve only had 3 drinks. im fine.” he resumes crawling down your body using his mouth to guide himself. he stabilized himself on your waist with his hands and turned you around.

“I’d do anything for you right now ma. you stirred something in me at the club. please please let me please you, let me love you.” he gets back on his knees and starts kisses up your thighs, pushing your dress up with his nose.

you couldn’t help but let out a little moan.

“I won’t do anything until you tell me to.” he says with those same fucking puppy dog eyes. he can get anything he wants with those eyes of his.

“please..”

“I can’t hear you ma. use your words.”

“please enjin.”

“please what baby?”

something about the way he spoke. so masculine yet so gentle. his hands came to a halt on your body and so does his body. he gets back on his feet and bends over the counter, towering over you.

your words almost slip off your tongue but you close your mouth before they get the chance.

“you almost got it.”

“please…”

“can’t get the words out of your mouth? I’ll do you one better, tell me what you do and don’t like. we’ll figure it out together eh?”

all you could do was shake your head up and down. begging enjin, the man you’ve know as your best friend for 5 years to fuck you in the bathroom was too much for you.

before you could think, you were spread open on the cold hard bath room sink. enjin was kissing upwards to your throbbing heat hidden in your panties. you grab onto the counter and glue your mouth shut. his cold finger tips slide your panties to the side and look up and you.

“may i?”

you vigorously shake your head yes and cover your mouth with your hand. his tongue swells in your folds swiping up and down hitting your sweet spot. he sucks the juices out from your pumping heat.

he looks up noticing your hand on your mouth trying to silence yourself. he gets up wiping you off his mouth.

he grabs your hand and crashes his mouth into yours. you can taste the subtle saltiness of yourself on his lips and tongue. he breaks the kiss and catches his breath.

“why are you trying to be quiet. nobodies home and the kids are asleep.”

“exactly the kids are asleep, and the door is wide ass open.”

he immediately walks over to the door and locks it, then grabbing a towel and stuffing it between the crack of the door.

he walks back over to you and stands in front of you.

“turn around.”

“what, why? i don’t wanna look at myself right now-“

he picks you up from the cold counter and presses your stomach to counter so your forced to look at your face.

“jin i-“ his hands creep up your body fondling your boobs then making his way south bound. his head lays in your collarbone behind you, giving slow wet kisses up your neck. you hands grab the edges of the counter holding yourself up from enjin pressing you down over it.

“mm’enjin please come on, it’s getting late, the others will be back soon..”

“greatness takes time.” he says jokingly looking in your eyes thru the mirror.

you couldn’t help but laugh at his stupid ass joke, the enjin you know and love slipping out.

his hands lift your skirt up completely sliding your panties down to the floor.

“lift your legs baby.” you comply.

he unzips his pants and pulls his boxers down enough for his length to say hi to your ass.

“spit in my hand.”

“i-hugh.” you spit in his right hand and he retreats it behind you. he strokes a couple times and slightly bends you over. reusing the spit on his hand he rubs your entrance a bit.

“are you sure ma?”

you shake your head yes.

his hands grab your head while slamming into you at the same time taking you by surprise. holding your head and bending with you.

“can you use your words for me like the big girl you are?” he says in your ear while pounding into you. your head it spinning from the sudden and quick thrust in and out of you.

“say it for me baby, you want enjins cock?”

“mm’ee want enjins” you were so dumb from the fast movement your words were slurred.

“you want enjins what?” his hands still wrapped around your chin and neck, pouting your lips as he used his fingertips to squish your cheeks together.

“mm’want jins cock.”

“there it is mamaaahh.”

he slams into you faster and faster at the echo of your words flowing through the bathroom. your body fills up with pleasure from your head to your toes and you couldn’t do anything but turn into a sloppy moaning mess.

he redirects your face in the mirror making you look at nothing but you 2.

“say you’re pretty for me baby, just once.”

“i-aah, i-ahm,’pre-tahh.” you couldn’t even make out what you were saying, just saying the first things that came to mind.

“you tried baby.”

he flips you around on the counter, your back over the sink now. he pulls out and strokes himself between your tits going up and down from the breath you lost. he spurts out and groans closing his eyes and opening them slowly looking at you.

he bends down and meets his mouth to yours catching your breath.

“should we keep this a secret?”

“strictly a one-time’thing.” you say as you get up and kiss him more and more not letting him finish.