I like to read

It was a lazy afternoon.

Really lazy.

You were laying in bed, just wearing a pair of panties and a shirt that was way too big but you didn’t even care. Enjin was right next to you, basking in the sunlight coming in from the window with his head laying down on your thigh. His hand massaged your calf absently, stopping every now and then, as if he dozed off too much for a second to continue.

You were reading to kill your free time, with nothing else to do than to waste this day with your boyfriend to your hearts content.

Enjin yawned and groaned happily, sighing in relief as he enjoyed his free day — doing nothing, just like you. Your hand fell down to the top of his head, combing his dirty blond hair with your fingers and slightly grazing his scalp with your nails.

He hummed, nuzzling his face into the flesh of your thigh even more, squeezing your leg.

But you didn’t look at him, your eyes couldn’t be turned away from the words you were reading right now as you just got to a particularly spicy scene. You just started to read these kinds of erotic novels, as books were a thing on the ground that weren’t exactly common.

Especially good written ones, the Spherites usually wouldn’t throw these away so they could end up here in a condition where you could still read them properly.

A soft gasp escaped your mouth when the male protagonist pushed the female one against the door of her bedroom, the sexual tension between them had been there throughout the whole story and now it’s finally resolving, you just couldn’t wait for it.

They shared a heated kiss, his hands roaming over her body while she was still internally contemplating if this was the right thing to do. You wanted to scream, you had been rooting for them for so long, this was so good.

Forgetting the man still resting on top of your legs, you squirmed in anticipation, gripping the pages with more strength. Almost pushing the book into your face as your thighs clenched together.

“Uggggh,” Enjin complained. His hand moving from your calf to your other thigh, pushing down to pin you in place. “Stop moving so much.”

“Sorry,” you patted his head in an apologetic manner, which just made him grunt and relax his muscles again.

You decided to still concentrate on your novel, but it was a bit hard to keep your composure when the man was handling her so roughly, manhandling her and pushing her into the cushions of the bed now.

You didn’t really know why it took your breath away. Maybe because it was so different from what you experienced in your real life that it became exciting.

You loved Enjin dearly, with all of your heart. But he was different, just focused on your well being and pleasure more than anything else. He was romantic and was swooped off his feet by everything you did. You sometimes wished he would like to take more or be a little bit.. less gentle?

But you didn’t want to talk with him about that, fearing that you would hurt his feelings. You knew that it had to be said sooner or later, but you preferred later. You didn’t want to complain, your relationship and especially your sex life wasn't as boring as it sounded right now, you just wanted to try something new.

And after indulging in this slow burn story for so long, reading how the male was pulling her to the edge of the bed by her ankles to pleasure her, was making you bite your tongue and exhale heavily through your nose.

You were so caught up in it that you didn’t even register Enjin had moved at first, only looking at him when he snatched the book out of your prying hands. He knelt between your legs now, skipping through the pages before getting to the point of the story where you stopped.

“Enjin!” you exclaimed hastily, not wanting him to see that “Give it back!”

“Ohhh, don’t act like that isn’t the filthiest book you have,” he answered knowingly, a smirk pulling on his lips.

You were baffled, shocked at his words and you sat up straight.

“What are you talking about?” you asked nervously, making grabby hands at the book he put out of reach by stretching his arms up. “Give that back.”

Enjin chuckled and shook his head. “I’ve read them.”

“You.. did what?”

He just shrugged, amused by your deadpanned expression. This was humiliating, embarrassing and you felt so hot that you were sure your whole body turned red.

“Yeah, it was fine. Although some of them had a whole lot of impossible positions, I gotta say.”

You couldn’t say anything. He.. had read.. oh no.

But he didn’t seem to be hurt by it. He was more like.. amused?

“But here, we have a good one,” he hummed, using your shocked state by pushing you back into the mattress.

“What.. what did you think of them?”

His free hand crept up your leg, gripping your thigh in an unfamiliar harsh way, it made you shiver.

“Like I said, they were fine. Most of them were good. I didn’t think you were into some of that nasty shit,” he cooed, lifting your leg with his strong grip. “You want me to do this to you, huh?”

You were beet red, blushing hard at that. The image of the blond behaving like the men in your erotic novels had you in a chokehold immediately.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” his voice alone changed, was so rough now that you didn’t even dare to look at him anymore. “Where were we? Hmm.. Oh yeah.”

The leg he was holding was pushed up with force, not really caring about the sting in your muscles as your knee touched your chest. He scooted closer like this, leaning down to you so he could almost kiss you. Almost.

He still looked so entertained by all of this, the grin of him so brightly. But what you certainly noticed even more than his giddiness, was his arousal. In a position like this, he had the perfect opportunity to press his hips into yours, grinding forward once and rubbing his growing erection against your already wet panties.

It had both of you groaning in pleasure, the tip of his cock was poking right into your clit like this and it had you wishing there wasn’t any fabric in between you. Enjin's hips stuttered already right then and there, he had to breathe for a moment.

“This thing has you this wet? Were you picturing me doing this to you while reading it?”

His voice was so rough now, so hoarse, like he had to hold himself back. You shuddered and writhed beneath him, not being able to hold still. Your fingers dug into the sheets while you frantically shook your head, still embarrassed.

“Ohh, don’t lie to me,” he was so hard by now, you could feel him throbbing against you. “I know what was going on inside your filthy mind. I bet you were imagining me fucking that sweet sweet pussy.”

The two of you had been using dirty talk, whispering into ears during sex but it never had been so.. explicit.

His inked fingers caught your jaw, forcing you to look up at him by angling your face to his liking. His pupils were so blown, so full of lust and desire, the black fully bleeding into the pretty honey gold of his irises.

With a smirk, his thumb pressed against your bottom lip, pulling your mouth open to shove it inside. You didn’t know what to do, you were hypnotized by the sudden change of your boyfriend, by this other version of Enjin.

“Suck on it, baby. Come on,” his voice rumbled low in his chest.

An order.

The tone of his voice does not allow you to speak up.

Without breaking eye contact, you closed your lips around his thumb as he pressed down onto your tongue, hollowing your cheeks and sucking on it.

“Well, that’s a good fucking girl.”

It was humiliating how loud you moaned around his finger at that, Enjin's eyes getting even darker, the way he still grinded against you growing harsher.

“Would you prefer this position,” another roll of his hips against you. “Ooor.. ohh. They’re changing things up now. We can try that.”

His eyes studied the scene in the book as if he was memorizing it before finally setting it down. He removed his finger from your mouth and quickly flipped you onto your stomach. The air was punched out of your lungs with this surprise of manhandling and you wanted to get up on your knees and hands but Enjin was quick to push you back down with his strength, only supporting your hips by stuffing a pillow underneath them.

Strong hands pushed your legs apart so he could settle between them.

“That’s also intriguing, isn’t it?” his fingers pressed into the plump flesh of your ass, squishing it and playing with it as he pleased.

He hummed, trying out how he could fit inside of you like this by pressing his erection between your cheeks, pulling them apart slightly and relishing in the sight of the skin peeking out underneath your underwear.

Enjin had never taken you from behind before, you both enjoyed exchanging sloppy kisses while getting intimate too much for it, but this was exhilarating. So primal, as if he was just running on feral lust and you felt pretty much the same.

“Jin, please— I…”

He pulled your panties aside, not wasting any more time by pushing a finger inside your leaking entrance with one swift motion while you were talking, making you forget what you wanted to say.

“Huh? What were you saying?” he teased, moving his finger before removing it again completely.

“I want to- hggnnn” you started again but were left without words when he pushed in two fingers now with the same vigor.

“You have to talk louder, baby.”

You could hear it, the malice, the cheekiness in his voice as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, alternating between a torturing slow pace and fast harsh thrusts.

You felt incredibly dumb, your mind blank and brain empty. Too caught up in this situation and enjoying it.

Enjin's fingers were long, reaching inside so deliciously deep and teasing you by missing your sweet spot just by a little every time. Knuckles deep in, he hummed, loving how your cunt swallowed them up and made his tattoos disappear inside of you.

Moans and gasps fell out of your mouth constantly, you almost drooled onto the sheets as he was pleasuring you. The other hand was still playing with your ass, nails digging into your skin.

“Enjin,” you sighed, this was all you could get out apart from these other lewd sounds that filled the room in harmony with the squelch of your dripping pussy.

“What is it, baby?”

You didn’t answer, you couldn’t. Not when he started to pump his fingers faster.

His hand came down onto your naked ass harshly, you winced and yelped.

“Answer.”

The slap removed your ability to talk completely. You forgot how to form words, how to move your lips to even make the alphabet work. What even were sentences?

Enjin clicked his tongue and another slap! echoed through your room.

It was painful but you liked it, and somehow your boyfriend seemed to like it too, growls purring in his chest as he rubbed the reddening and burning skin.

Oh god, what have you done?

“Answer me already,” he almost sounded annoyed. “Use that mouth or I’ll put it into good use.”

Please do, you thought, please use me.

You tried to say something, but could only moan helplessly, so pathetically that it was humiliating.

“You like that? Don’t think about denying it, I can feel you clench around my fingers, heh.”

You were embarrassed how much you liked all of this and how close you already were. Your body couldn’t take this, you felt so hot, so needy, and you pushed yourself closer to him, fucking yourself on his fingers. But when he noticed, he stopped you by removing them and gripping your hips to pin you down.

You panted, gasped, and wanted to tell him to continue but you just groaned.

“Did I fuck you this dumb already? Just with my fingers?” he mocked you with a grin, sighing as if he was thinking about what to do next. “You want me to fuck you properly then? You want my cock?”

When you didn’t answer, he just laughed in disbelief. You moved your head more so you could look at hm from the corner of your eyes. He pulled his briefs down, freeing his hard and leaking dick as it slapped to his stomach. He stroked it a few times, letting his head fall back in pure bliss.

Enjin was so incredibly pretty and hot like this. His disheveled hair falling into his face, a few strands clinging onto his forehead because of the sweat of the heat of this moment.

“Take it, then,” he guided himself to align with your dripping entrance, rocking his hips forward to push in. “Take it, take it, take it.”

The last words were whispered, like a chant, like a prayer. And for the first time since ever, he didn’t wait for you to adjust to his size. He just fucked himself inside, forcing your poor pussy to accommodate to him by bullying his cock in deeper and deeper with every thrust of his hips.

It was intense, not really painful because all you could think of was how well you took him because of how wet you were. His moans only spurred you on to take him even better, you wanted to please him, needed to.

“Ohh, fuck. You’re so tight,” he grunted. “Fuck, you’re taking me so well. What a- ohhh, what a good girl you are for me.”

He came down to all fours, propping himself up by his hands as he bottomed out and kissed your shoulder where the collar of your shirt revealed some skin with an open mouth.

“That’s it, take all of me,” he threatened to bite you there.

He thrusted in once more and you came instantly as the tip of his cock kissed your cervix, pushing in with so much force. You moaned and scrunched the sheets in your fists, clenching down on him pathetically as he fucked you through your high with more harsh thrusts.

“Cumming already?” he peppered more kisses onto your skin, showing his gentle side for a second as he made sure you were enjoying this, looking up and into your eyes as if he wanted to catch your silent approval that he could continue being rough again.

And he did.

Your orgasm left you overstimulated, every time he hit that spot inside of you and dragged his veiny cock against your velvety walls you whimpered. Usually, if you had been in a state like this before, he would take his time. Letting his thrusts be gentle, slow and steady so you could take it better.

But now he used his toned muscles, his strength and battle trained stamina to fuck you into the mattress with no mercy, biting the soft skin of your neck with just the right amount of pain to make you vibrate and shake underneath him. If he let you, you would have tried to crawl away to escape the feeling of ‘too much’.

“You wanted this,” he reminded you with a particularly harsh roll of his hips, one of his hands creeping up to your throat, squeezing it. “I can’t believe how long you were hiding what a slut for my cock you are, keeping all these fantasies to yourself.”

Now, while he held you by your throat and was slightly choking you, you couldn’t deny that this version of Enjin was too tempting, too alluring and you were kind of afraid of how much you were liking it.

His moans and groans were so loud in your ears as he shamelessly let them fall out, muffling only some of them in the sin of your neck for the sake of kissing you there. His thrusts were frantic, stuttering and you could tell he was close.

“You’ll give me another one, huh? Gonna milk me dry?” he panted.

You whined, you wanted nothing more. And you were sure he could pull another orgasm out of you if he kept up these quick thrusts, although they grew sloppier every second. He wasn’t even properly bottoming out now, just fucking into you with feverish movements, chasing his own release so desperately.

You could feel him throb inside of you, the hand around your windpipe closing a bit more when you felt him emptying his load deep inside of you. The light headed feeling and him burying himself inside as deep as he could one last time had you seeing white as you came around him again. Your fluttering walls stimulated him, massaging his cock so deliciously which made him cry out with a broken moan and not stopping to cum until you also came down from your high.

“Ohh, fuck,” he groaned, “You took me so well, baby.”

He threatened to collapse on top of you, releasing your throat reluctantly so you could inhale heavily again. With him keeping still like this, you felt your brain working again.

It was just you being you.

But Enjin started seeing it differently.

Leaning against the doorway, he watched you laugh as Rudo tried to steal bites before dinner was finished. You smacked his hand away without even looking, sliding the plate just out of reach while stirring another pot. Efficient. Careful. Sharp in your own quiet way.

The corner of Enjin's mouth twitched. Hn. When had he started paying attention to things like this?

It wasn't motherly, no—that wasn't the right word. You weren't trying to raise them. But you carried yourself like you were tethered to them, like an older sister who knew they'd fall apart without someone steady to balance them out. And damn if that didn't stir something in him.

Enjin liked girls who were smarter than him, hot, had curves, just a little naughty, and very forgiving. He never once thought about nurturing women. But after seeing you, he decided "hell yeah". You could be their big sis and he can enjoy every second of it.

Enjin liked kids, sure. He just didn't enjoy when they were needy. So if you wanted to take the reigns whenever they got like that, then by all means go ahead. Though it was rare. None of the kids here were needy, quite the opposite actually.

"You been starin' for a while." Zanka's voice cut in at his side, smug. The brat leaned in with a grin. “Finally noticing how great she is, huh?”

Enjin's eyes narrowed, but he didn’t deny it. "…Tch. Mind your own business." He rolled his eyes, albeit playfully.

Later, when you finally served the food, you caught him staring again. "What?" you asked, quirking a brow.

Enjin shrugged, playing it cool, but his gaze lingered. "Nothin'. Just…never realized how much you do for everyone. Guess I was too busy being an idiot."

The words were casual, almost offhand. But the slight pink creeping up his ears gave him away.

When you laughed, soft and genuine, he looked away sharply, lips curling into the faintest smirk.

…Yeah. He was in trouble.

Corvus wasn't a man who wasted words. He didn't need to—his presence alone silenced a room. So when he found himself quietly leaning against the doorway, watching you crouched down with Zanka and the youngest ones, his silence wasn't unusual.

What was unusual was the way his eyes lingered. The way the tattooed eye on the back of his head seemed to shift, almost alive. You moved with such ease—juggling some papers while answering Riyo's question, gently nudging Zanka to eat before his energy got low, all without losing your warm, steady tone.

Corvus wasn't the type to think in terms like beautiful or comforting. But he felt it. That stability you brought wasn't forced—it flowed naturally, like you'd been carved to fit into the spaces where others felt unsteady. He realized then, with a quiet weight in his chest, that this was what drew him in: you didn't command respect like he did, you earned it by giving softness in a world that rarely allowed it.

When you finally noticed him and tilted your head with a questioning smile, he only grunted low, a sound that made Zanka look over, raising an eyebrow barely caring if anyone saw his reaction. But Corvus' gaze was fixed on you.

You walked to him, expecting him to give you some sort of after task. You didn't think you had anything else to do for today though. But in the grounds, you never knew. Sudden things happen all the time. His lips curved, barely, into something that wasn't quite a smile but wasn't far from it either.

"You keep them grounded," he said simply, his voice deep enough to rumble the walls. "It doesn’t go unnoticed."

For him, that was practically a confession. And though he didn't say more, his eyes—both of them—never left you.

"Oh...well yeah! I do so love dealing with kids, especially weird kids like them." You pointed to Riyo and Zanka.

"Hey!" Zanka shouted, barring his teeth at you but you could see the smallest blush. He only acted that way when you looked after him or when he gained Enjin's approval of something.

Riyo shrugged, accepting the title. Yes she was weird, and what about it? Thank you.

Corvus smiled, fully this time.

"Hey now—don't burn your hand." Gris' voice was warm as he leaned over you, plucking a sizzling pot lid off the stove before it popped. He set it aside with ease, flashing his easy smile, though his attention shifted almost immediately to the kids crowding around the table.

Since you were one of the chefs with an instrument that aided in vegetation, you had been cooking all afternoon, moving back and forth between chopping vegetables and making sure the younger ones weren't roughhousing too close to the fire. Gris had been helping where he could—hauling the heavier ingredients, stirring the thicker batters—but mostly, he just liked watching you.

There was something grounding about the way you carried yourself. He noticed how you smiled sweetly at Guita when you handed her a plate, speaking to her not minding her slurred English or blunt mannerisms. How you never rushed the kids, never dismissed their excitement, even when their chatter filled the whole room.

Gris, who had always measured his worth in whether his strength could serve others, suddenly felt…different about it. Watching you, he realized that strength wasn't only about muscle or surviving without a Vital Instrument. It was in the patience to stir soup slowly so it wouldn’t burn. In remembering someone's favorite flavor. In treating people as if their joy was worth protecting.

When you finally sat down beside him, tired but still smiling as Guita dug in, Gris let out a soft chuckle. "Y'know… you've got me beat," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

You blinked. "Beat at what?"

"At being the backbone of this place," he said. His gaze softened, steady and sincere. "I can lift all the weight in the world, but you—somehow you make it feel lighter just by being here."