A/N: YOU GUYS FINALLY ITS HEREEEE!!! I was literally grinding all night to write this and i had to wake up in the morning and slept only 3 HOURS bc i got a horrible throat irritation AND THE WHOLE WAY, TO AND BACK FROM THE TRIP WITH MY MOM I WROTE THIS. I THINK IT TOOK ME LIKE 9 HOURS TO WRITE BUT ITS WORTH ITTTTTT!!!!!
Im literally rubbing my hands like and evil fly rn even tho i got a cold toođ
ENJOY FREAKS, ITâS REALLY FUCKING LONG TOO.đ
âąsummary: part two of hungover!Ena x reader
âąwarnings: straight up nsfw from the start,mentions of war and all that.
âąreader pronouns: FEMAAAALLEEE!!!
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You donât know how long youâve been lying there, your eyes heavy and your thoughts looping like a film reel stuck on the same frame. Enaâs breath is warm against your neck now, her fingers gently curled against your stomach. You can feel the slight tremble in them, like even in sleep, sheâs unsure if sheâs allowed to be here.
You turn slowly, barely shifting the blanket between you, and her hand follows like it knows you. Sheâs awake. You can tell by the way her breathing skips, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks.
âAre you cold?â you whisper, and itâs the softest thing youâve said in weeks.
She shakes her head, just the faintest movement, then opens her eyes. Theyâre glassy in the dim light ,wide and scared, eye bags visible and a ever present tiredness,like something in her is breaking open and sheâs letting you see the cracks.
âI didnât mean to⊠take your bed,â she murmurs. âI justâfelt safe here.â
âItâs okay,â you say, brushing a stray raven lock of hair away from her pale cheek. âI didnât mind.â
You stare at each other, neither saying anything, the sound of both of your heartbeats intertwining, filling a small portion of the silent dorm room.
Then she reaches up, tentative, and touches your face. Her knuckles graze your cheekbone, then stay there, like sheâs trying to memorize you through touch.
âI donât know how I ended up here..â she asks, her voice barely a shaky whisper.âI donât know what place I stumbled upon..â
You donât have an answer,you linger onto her pale chapped lips,tracing their heart shaped outline and lift your hand allowing the tip of your index finger to touch her lower lip, slowly drawing it down from the center, slightly exposing her white sharp teeth. Her warm exhales hit your cold fingers and without a second moment wasted away on pondering you lean in.
Halfway though, you get a sudden flash of realization but you arenât able to acknowledge it properly because Enaâs already pressed her just as cold lips to yours. It only lasts a second, and when you part she brushes her mouth against yours with a teasing gentleness, only to connect them either yours again, more forcefullyâdesperately.
She rests her left palm on your cheek bringing you closer,and you grip the red straps on her chest, just as desperate as herâ if not more than. Her teeth catch you lips in a painful but pleasurable bite, and you gasp quietly,she sees this moment as an opportunity to slip her hot tongue under your upper lip, just barely caressing it, then hungrily explores your inexperienced cavern.
Your brain is fuzzy and your whole body is tingling with a feeling long forgotten.How much time passed since you did something like this? You didnât know, or care at this point. You wanted her bad and you didnât even know herâ thatâs precisely what made it more enticing.
In this heated moment she suddenly stops as if she remembered something,you lift your body weight with your elbows and she lightly pushed you back with her palm against your chest. She sits in the old creaky bed kneeling,pondering and before you can ask her whatâs wrong she speaks:â I donât even know your name..â
With a raspy voice you whisper it to her but she catches it and mumbles it like a mantra until she kisses you again, pushing you back down on the bed,lifting her leg and swinging it between your thighs, straddling you. You switch places, lifting her by the curve of her hips,and letting her back bounce on the mattress,her head hitting the white pillows you previously rested on.
You curl the corners of your mouth mischievously and grip the edge of your T-shirt, lifting it up slowly in a alluring way, revealing bit by bit more and more skin until you just yanked it over your head, throwing it somewhere in the darkness. Ena supports her body weight on her forearms, savouring every inch of you body, she reaches out caressing your skin from your hips to your chest, gripping the soft plush there.
You gasp and like a feline close the distance between you once again,tucking a strand of your messy hair aside. You slide her red straps off of her shoulders and, still in a feverish kiss, you unbutton her short sleeve shirt, sliding it off of her pale body and thin arms. âYouâre so pale.. perfect for leaving markingsâŠâ She flushes pink, and you pinch her warm cheeks.
Then in a sudden motion your mouth finds itself a home on the underside of her jaw, biting softly, kissing and licking slow cat-like stripes until your lips reach her chest, lingering longer. Your right hand caresses her thighs, sinking your nails into the softness of her bum, eventually reaching the zipper in front of her green shorts. Ena relishes in the way you touch every part of her body gasping and arching into your working mouth that is also muttering small words of praise and encouragement .
You lips distance themselves from the brunetteâs body, and you straighten yourself, admiring the love bites left behind and hurriedly unzip her shorts slipping them off and before you reach for the knee socks you decide against it, loving the way they sunk into her flesh. You set your hands on her lower abdomen , tapping your fingers against her skin impatiently and locked eyes with her for consent.
She nods and you donât wait another minute. Peeling the last black lacey piece of clothing, you cooed at the fluids sticking to it âGodâŠnow Iâm not even going to blame you for being that impatient..â you chuckle, she covers her face with the back of her palm but you put it away, closing the distance between your bodies ardent with want, pressing your chest against hers and at the same time brushing her inner thigh, before settling on the sticky spot between them.
Ena rose her hips into your hand, instinctively as your its fingers part her with a care that borders on worship. Sheâs warm and slick and pulsing, her body already trembling like sheâs been waiting for this longer than sheâs willing to admit. Your name falls from her lips like a prayer, choked and breathless.
A raw emotion floats in the air,the steady unfolding of touching breathing and tangled legs ever present, your figures stuck like puzzle pieces.Your middle and ring fingers plunge into her core deep in a steady rythm that makes her toes curl and leaves her mouth agape, a small bead of drool forming on the corner of her mouth. You stick your tongue out to catch it and meet her awaiting,parted lips. She lets a shaky moan slip into your warm mouth when you reach the bundle of nerves with your thumb. Her fingers tangle in your silky hair and grips itâharshly.
You press your forehead to her sweaty one ,your sharp lustful eyes bore into her teary, glassy ones,enjoying in the way she bounces against the soft cushion pillows as you slid your fingers even deeper into her warm gushy walls. Ena moaning into your mouth once more is enough confirmation that sheâs enjoying this,even more than you do.
Your mouth finds her collarbone, then her shoulderâbiting just enough to make her brain go numb with tingling pleasure.
And you know that feeling. The aching loneliness. The long nights staring at the ceiling, aching to be touched, held, known. Youâve buried that need beneath textbooks and test scores, convinced yourself you could live without it.
But nowâher fingers dig into your back, her thighs trembling around your wristâand you remember. You remember what it feels like to be wanted.
You curl your soaked two fingers deep inside her, your thumb circling that spot that makes her cry out and cling to you. You now move fast, relentless,sending to that place between pain and pleasure she so desired to feel.
Her mouth is on your shoulder, biting down to muffle her sounds, her body breaking apart in your arms.
And when she comes,itâs as if the whole world shatters around the both of you. Her legs shake and tremble, her leaking heat contracts and sucks your fingers inside up to your knuckles, her back arching off of the mattress and you slide the hand that isnât working between her legs under her lower back,sticking your cheek against her abdomen now covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
Her trembling form grips your back with the last drops of energy it has left, chest heaving up and down, trying to regulate her breathing.You lift your head from her abdomen and wipe her sweaty forehead with the back of your palm âAre you alright..?â you question, she just nods through heavy breaths and closed eyelids.
You donât realize when she shifts.
One moment her trembling body is with its back set on the mattress, still coming sown from the high youâd just given her and the next,her hand is only your chestâpushing you back slowlyâ and her eyes half lidded,dark and unreadable.
âLie back,â she says, voice lower now, more certain. You obey without thinking, heart hammering as your own back hits the mattress, mimicking the position she was just a few minutes ago.
Ena slides on top of you with a perverse motion,like serpent luring its prey,slithering around it before it reveals its fangs and devours itâshe needs to devour you right now.
As you lay back your hands glide from her abdomen to her soft plump curves,squeezing and kneading it like dough.
Her thighs straddle your hips, her hands splayed across your chest. And for a moment, she just looks at you. Like sheâs never seen something so raw, so vulnerable, so hers.
Her fingers trail down your bodyâover your perky nipples,ribs,stomach, the curve of your hipboneâuntil they reach the waistband of your underwear. She watches your face as she slides them down and off onto the floor now covered in your clothes, her gaze never wavering.
âYouâre so beautiful..â she murmurs, leaning in to kiss the edge of your jaw, her breath hot. She stares into your eyes and the tip of her tongue teasingly parts your lips further âCan I have this? With you?â
You nod, unable to form words.
She moves low,leaving traces of kisses , until her mouth hovers over youâand when her tongue touches you, everything else in your mind goes quiet.
Sheâs gentle at first. Teasing. Her plum coloured lips wrap around you with maddening slowness, sharp teeth grazing your sensitive bundle,her warm,wet tongue flicking in soft, precise movements that make you roll your eyes in the back of your head, sending shivers down your core.Your hips twitch, but she presses a hand to your pelvisâstay stillâand you try, even as your body begs to buck into her pretty face.
She hums against you, and the sound vibrates all the way up your spine. Her pace picks upâsloppy and wet gushy sounds filling up the dorm room once again âand you find yourself gasping her name, jaw falling open.
You tangle your fingers in her dark locks of hair for some kind of support,gripping it but not too harsh to hurt her. You want to feel her closer, to crawl under her ribs and make a home for yourself there,to feel her pulsing heart beating for you in this very moment.
Ena continues to send you into oblivion ,inserting her wet muscle inside you, tasting you with an unsatisfied hunger and need to just feel youâ feel that your real, that this is real. You let out a high pitched moan, trapping her head in between your squishy thighs,bringing her as close as possible to your aching ,needy heat.She slurps and drinks all of you,feeling your warmth contract and gush around her pink tongue.
But then she looks upâeyes locked on yours, mouth full of youâand it unleashes whatever is left of your lustful self.
Your thighs clench, your stomach tightens, and with one more strong suck of her lips and tongue, you fall apart. You moan her name, your voice cracking, your body shaking as the world blurs at the edgesâyou quite literally see stars in that moment. Ena,amused, licks your dripping juices from her lips, savoring the taste and letting out a soft satisfied hum as if she never tasted something so good before.
When itâs over, she climbs up beside you and tucks herself into your side like she belongs there,listening to your heavy breaths.
She kisses your shoulder, barely a breath of contact. âAre you up for a bath? I canât sleep all sticky like this.â she asks softly,her lips slightly curving upwards.
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Only the sound of small stray droplets of water hitting the half-fulled tub can be heard. The steam rises from your skin, dancing in the air before it vanishes completely. Enaâs cheek smushed against your warm chest,covered in a mix of both yours and her sweat, you push aside her wet bangs sticking to her forehead and kiss the spot,she hums, her just as empty eyes peering at you from under her long lashes.
She bites the inside of her cheek before she speaksââYou know.. itâs been wonderful..you are wonderful but I have to tell you something..â Your brows raise in curiosity and now itâs your turn to open your eyes from their relaxed state and return her gazeââwhatâs wrong?â.
She then tells you a few things about her past, how she has done terrible things and took part in a war long ago. You listen to the methods she used to survive,to fight on. The hunger,thirst and cold brought the soldiers to the point of insanity.You donât recognize any of the events she talks about,something about a bland grey realm with an abandoned shipwreck and forgotten events like auction day and hourglass dogs.
You almost donât believe her but her seriousness makes you wonder if its all real. Her current realm is more of a dusty desert now, changed, and all its residents hate her for what sheâs doneâyou donât ask anything further than what she lets you in on,it seems painful enough for her to remember those times.
She tells you that her actual formâthe one you see her with at the momentâ is not her usual one, her description of her supposed âoriginal formâ resembles a half pale polygonal side and a half red side, both with different personalities but inhabiting the same body. When she finishes,she lowers her head and stares at the droplets of water falling from the faucet.
You hug her tightly, running your fingers across her spine,not saying anythingâyou were at loss of wordsâshould you trust her? âI know you might not believe me but please-â you cut her off before she ends the sentence: âIts okayâI believe you.â and you take the chance, even if it puts you at risk.
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Now in the warm bed again you hold her close, her presence a familiar one.
In the dark of the night you tell her that sheâs the only thing tethering you to the earthâand you actually believe she is. She says that she doesnât know what this âearthâ you talk about is but you think that your previous actions might have messed with her brain so much that she doesnât know what she talks about.
In the stillness after, her hand traces lazy shapes on your back, and your face is tucked into the curve of her neck relishing in the smell of the rose scented shampoo impregnated in her damp locks.Youâre not sure when youâll wake up, or if this is even realâbut her heartbeat is steady beneath your cheek, and for now, thatâs enough.
In the morning, she sunlight peeks through the curtains, slashing the room in two.It hits your closed eyelids and your nose scrunches in discomfortâyou reach for her,on the other side of your bed, wanting to bury yourself in her chest. However you frownâyour hand searches upwards and it reaches the end of your bedâitâs empty,cold.
You sit up in distress,your brain mushy with sleep but you acknowledge the empty space next to you. You clutch your head and sigh,as tears bubble in your eyes threatening to spill on your withe sheetsâbut you see a flash of green from the corner of your eyes, her green cap.
You pick it up by the front part with your pointer finger and thumb, setting it in your lap. The smell of rose invades your nostrils and you inhale the scent imbued in the materialâa mixture of nostalgia embracing you. You search for your phone from underneath the pillow,tapping your code in and searching her nameânothing. Not a trace of her on the internet or any social media,not even a phone number registered anywhere or some kind of profile to prove her existence.
You open your âphotosâ app and scroll down until you see itâ a blurry picture of you two snapped at exactly 3:30 AM. You are asleep on her chest, hand gripping her bare skin,and you know itâs her because no one has such vibrant neon purple irises and the familiar empty eyes that you would recognize anywhere.
You almost miss it but itâs thereâ inside of her cap you see a note. After carefully unfolding it the rose smell is present okce more and blue messy writing sayingâ âIâll be back soon, my loveâ
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