#rammstein

music blinkies

pairing: bad enjin x fem!reader

warming: +18 content. creampie. mature themes. explicit language. sexual content. emotional tension. arguments. suggestive scenes.

synopsis: in the middle of a fight inside an abandoned warehouse in the dead of night, enjin decided to shift the confrontation in a different direction. he noticed how you let your guard down the moment he ended up shirtless, revealing his massive tattoos.

kat's note: yeah bitches i was listening to rammstein and i think the would totally have hard sex to this music so let's go !!

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you and enjin were a bad idea. everyone knew it.

​not just because you were enemies who always ended up clashing somehow — even being part of the same group didn't stop you from fighting.

​definitely not.

​but anyone looking in from the outside could notice that sexual tension between two adults who just can't stand each other.

"you really never learn, do you, enjin? always acting with that fake personality." you let out a breathy laugh. "you're lucky you're known all over this city."

​"why? would you kill me if i were just some random bitch?" he shot back, drawing smoke from the cigarette between his lips.

​"exactly."

​enjin laughed, shaking his head, and stared at you with sarcastic eyes — you could easily read the intention behind that teasing little face.

​"you can kill me. i'm not stopping you."

​"and have a bunch of kids after me later, wanting to avenge the death of their beloved umbrella-bearer? no fun in that."

​"don't talk about umbreaker that way, girl. i'm older than you. you should respect me."

​You crossed your arms.

​"respect you? definitely not. we're on this mission because zanka hates me and he knows i hate you too."

​"mission?" enjin laughed. "i don't see it as a mission. and babe, you've been hated since the day you were born. otherwise, you wouldn't be down here."

talking to enjin was like a buildup of pure stress inside you and it always irritated you more than it should.

​you were stuck in that warehouse and your only thought was tearing enjin's head off. but if you did that, the whole group would hunt you down to take your head in revenge for their beloved leader.

​"i don't get it... you're an idiot, cynical, sarcastic, and yet everyone still likes you. what is your problem, enjin?"

​"correction: what is your problem, y/n?" he tossed his half-smoked cigarette and crushed it under his heavy boot. "why have you been harboring all this hatred for me? i don't remember ever doing anything to you..."

​he began to walk slowly toward you.

​"or could that be exactly it?" he laughed. "if i did something to you, would you finally get this idea of killing me out of your head?"

​"what are you talking about?"

​"you know. nobody in our group is your type. at least, i've never seen you with anyone. i find that curious."

​"i have zero sexual interest in you, you know? i look at a man who sleeps with more than five women as something filthy."

​enjin let out a loud laugh and closed the distance more quickly, stopping just inches away from you, making you step back and draw a knife from your waist.

​"woah! easy there, no weapons. and a knife is never going to be enough to kill me." enjin raised his hands in surrender.

​"get away from me!"

​"not until you listen to me." he lowered his arms. "how are you so sure i hook up with that many women? and don't tell me someone told you. nobody knows anything about my life when I'm alone."

​you stared at him in silence, your knife still pointed in his direction as you listened to his words, though with a look of pure disgust because you didn't trust a single thing coming out of his mouth.

​he could be being ironic, or simply trying to play the victim.

​"listen, y/n... i'm a very calm guy. i usually avoid trouble. but when trouble comes looking for me..."

​in one swift movement, enjin grabbed your arm, forcing you to drop the knife, and pulled your face close to his.

​"...i can't just walk away. and you've got a pretty filthy mouth for a girl who's only twenty."

​"let me go!" with a sharp punch to the side of the taller man's face, he was forced to let her go to bring his hand up to the spot.

​"what the fuck, girl..." he glared at her. "why are you so difficult?"

​"and should I be easy? for what? so you can use me and toss me aside like you seem to do with every woman you get involved with?"

​"you don't have a single source for that, stop pushing that argument. and why did you get so pissed off, huh? you said you had zero sexual interest in me."

​"and i don't! enjin, goddammit! just leave me alone!"

enjin watched you lose your mind in silence and then decided it was best to stop.

​the two of you were in a fucking stressful situation and it wasn't smart to trigger more conflict, or both of you really would end up killing each other.

​"as you wish, princess!"

​he stepped away from you, turning his back, but something caught your attention — and you would never know if he did it on purpose or simply because the heat in the room suddenly became unbearable.

​enjin first removed the massive jacket he was wearing, and then his reddish t-shirt, revealing his far-from-minimalist tattoos. it was absurd how, despite being chaotic, they all looked perfectly symmetrical.

​miserable. motherfucker.

​that was all you could think when his back was exposed, covered by the design that ran across his broad shoulders, went down his strong arms, swept quickly across his chest, and ended on the back of his hand.

​"just one more thing, you shouldn't b—" enjin cut himself off the moment he turned around and noticed your eyes locked onto him. "zero sexual interest, you said?"

you were caught off guard when enjin suddenly turned toward you and in a failed attempt to look away, you were caught staring at him blatantly.

​your mind wasn't helping you.

​you were thinking a thousand things at once about enjin, and all of them felt like a sin to you.

​he stepped closer again, running his hand over his exposed torso with that damn smirk.

​"like what you see?" that typical line. "you're adorable, y/n. i'm starting to think this hate of yours for me is just a facade to hide your true desire."

when he was close enough to touch you, he first checked to see if you would pull back again — and this time, you stayed.

​"can you see it? you're lying to yourself about me. you're trying to convince yourself that i'm not a good guy, when in reality, your mind is begging over and over in desperation for me to fuck you like a whore. am i right?"

​your knife was on the floor, your hands no longer seemed to obey your commands and your feet felt as if they had been nailed to the ground.

​and worst of all: enjin had hit the nail right on the head.

​you wanted to hate yourself, hate enjin, hate the life you led in that place, but not everything seemed so bad when you had a tall, tattooed, strong man who, god, was teasing you in such a sinful way.

​and you weren't even religious.

​"enjin, we're trapped in this abandoned place. we're lucky to even have electricity here. stop implying these things..."

​"implying what exactly? are you telling me this isn't a good place for us to fuck?" he huffed a laugh. "nonsense."

he took your hand without breaking eye contact, slowly leading it toward his own chest. he could feel your hand trembling, sending a jolt of arousal through him.

​"come..."

​your palm brushed against his warm, slightly sweaty skin, painted with black and red tattoos that contrasted with his skin tone.

​he guided your hand lower, passing over his defined abs, and soon you felt his slight erection, which grew as your hand massaged the area covered by the thick cargo pants under his guidance.

​"has any man ever made you feel like this, hm? doesn't look like it to me. that lost, turned-on little face of yours is a temptation, girl."

​enjin pressed your hand against his member and you opened your mouth to say something, but lost your words when you realized just how hard he was; consequently, you imagined every single inch going inside you.

​"enjin, i don't—"

​"shh."

​he took his hand off yours and brought it up to the side of your face.

​"we have nothing to lose. there's a way to take out your hatred for me that is much more worth it than killing me."

enjin brought his hand up to his neck, applying a light pressure before closing the distance between you entirely. without further ado, your lips met in a dangerous clash — as if signing a pact with the devil.

​it wasn't a timid kiss, nor was it a gentle one. it was wet, sharp, and burning.

the taste of nicotine and refreshing gum in enjin's mouth only motivated you to keep up with his movements, your tongue fighting for space against his.

​and it was at that exact moment that you realized life wasn't just about hating a man and thinking everything was fine.

​with the hand that had been on your waist, he slid up your stomach — slightly exposed by your cropped shirt— reaching one of your breasts underneath the fabric, covering the area with his large hand.

​you gasped slightly mid-kiss but you didn't dare pull away.

​"see how much you like it?!" he said between kisses, moving his lips down your jawline to your neck in wet kisses. "why hate me, right? i can make you come whenever you're stressed... just like i plan to do right now."

​"there's no place to do this here, enjin..."

​"everywhere is a place. this huge space is a great place for it. i can put you on my lap, pin you against the wall, or simply fuck you standing up just the way you are. don't try to make excuses, baby."

​paying more attention to your neck, enjin pulled up your shirt, exposing more of your breasts — the space between them tattooed and one of them adorned with a small silver piercing. after all, you didn't shy away from tattoos either; you loved them.

​at the sight of this, enjin bit his own lower lip as if he were starving.

​"holy shit, girl! i've always had a thing for tattooed women, but this right here is too much. you're a fucking little box of surprises."

​he held you firmly by the waist and lowered his neck a bit to reach the breast with the piercing, lightly sucking on the area around the jewelry, murmuring a groan as he felt your nipple harden in his mouth.

​you, in turn, leaned against his broad shoulders, feeling how soft yet agile and hot his tongue was.

​a soft groan escaped your lips, reaching enjin's ears like a fresh breeze, encouraging him to keep going.

​but he wanted more. and so did you.

​it didn't take long before your shorts were off your body and the fabric of your panties was pushed aside, while two of enjin's fingers got wet in your pussy, which was dripping like nectar.

​he had great motor coordination, working his fingers and his tongue on your nipple with skill.

​you could only groan, but you still kept it quiet out of fear that someone might hear — even though you were the only living souls there, as if fate had planned everything out for you.

​"enjin, i'm going to lose it!"

​he stopped the movements of his tongue but kept up the rhythm of his fingers in wet thrusts, lifting his head to look at you.

​"it's just my fingers, girl. if you're like this with only two fingers, what do you think about three?"

​without giving you time to question him, enjin added the third finger, making you groan louder, your legs nearly giving out as he held you up.

​"look at how you're soaking my fingers... so drenched. are you going to get my dick this wet too, hm? make it all slippery while i thrust into you like this, hm?"

​enjin accelerated the finger thrusts, making you squirt— a highly erotic and exciting sight in the man's eyes.

​"oh my fucking god..." you rasped, digging your nails into enjin's shoulders and closing your eyes tightly. "i'm gonna cum..."

​"not on my fingers, kitten. if you want to cum, i'd rather it be on my cock."

​with that, he roughly pulled his fingers out of you, making you shiver as your wetness dripped down your thighs.

he brought his own fingers to his mouth to taste a bit of you before kneeling down in front of you, fitting his mouth between your legs with one of your thighs resting over his tattooed shoulder.

​he sucked you off fast but enough to make you whimper and beg to cum.

​he wasn't going to allow it. not right now.

​"tell me... how intense is your hate for me, hm?"

​you opened your mouth to answer but whimpered right after, feeling tears well up in your eyes.

​"e-enjin, i—aaww..."

​"answer my question."

​and once again you whimpered, gripping his arms.

​this was the effect enjin's dick sliding slowly in and out of your pussy was having on you.

​"i... very intense... i hate you!" you said between needy groans.

​enjin let out a laugh and thrust into you harder, going deeper than he had planned.

​"bitch." he gripped your chin firmly, forcing you to look at him. "you hate me so much and yet here you are, squeezing my dick with this wet little pussy. what do you think about that?"

without letting you answer again, enjin accelerated his movements, bringing with them an absurd wave of pleasure that made both of you groan loudly in that warehouse.

​the fact that they were in a "public place" turned the tattooed man on.

​the umbreaker was cast aside for the first time, acting as a witness to that almost profane act happening right in front of it.

​enjin picked you up, intertwining your legs around his waist and thrust into you with more brutality, making you squirt all over him again.

​he slapped your ass, squeezing it right after, followed by a slap to your face that made you bite your lower lip with a naughty little smile.

​he was strong, so holding you in that position was perfect.

​"look at your face, you slutty little bitch who loves being dominated like this."

he squeezed your ass, thrusting deeper into your already swollen pussy. "whore!"

about to cum, you hugged enjin tightly, letting him fuck you nonstop because you knew that if you came, he would stop—even though you didn't want him to.

​but you were wrong.

​at your first orgasm, enjin smirked as he felt your body tremble with violent spasms, slowing his movements just enough to guide your pleasure-limp body to a nearby wall.

​as for him, he was drunk on lust.

​"fucking delicious pussy, let me fuck you a little more and then i'm gonna cum inside you."

"i-inside me?"

​with that said, enjin put his dick back inside you and started thrusting against the freezing wall with one of your legs lifted.

​you groaned loudly, your head slumped against his shoulder.

​"my pussy is gonna break, enjiiinn, fuck...!"

that wet sound from the back-and-forth movements, which seemed like they would never end, brought an intense aroma of sex into the room.

​sweat dripped down both of their burning skin; if they were caught by surprise right now, they would barely have time to explain themselves.

zanka was probably looking for them, but as long as he didn't find them, you two were raising hell on earth.

​enjin brushed away a few strands of hair sticking to your face; with one hand he squeezed your neck, and with the other, he let go of your leg to slide his middle finger into your mouth, and you immediately started to suck on it, muffling your groans.

​the man's hot mouth moved to your ear, letting out husky groans that made your pussy twitch around enjin's throbbing dick, sending a shiver through the older man's body.

​"no woman has ever clenched down on my dick like this, fuck!"

​you kept sucking on his finger until you felt him leave a hard hickey on the side of your neck. then, he pulled his finger out of your mouth and brought it down to your swollen clitoris, stimulating it while continuing to choke you and thrust.

​"am i treating you the way a whore deserves to be treated? or are you gonna fall in love with me and cry to cum for me again?"

​"i will never fall in love with you! and the one who's gonna want hmmm... more of my tight pussy is gonna be you!"

​enjin let out a shaky laugh and started to thrust into you hard—not fast, but hard enough to make both of you groan loudly as another orgasm hit you.

​"i'm gonna fucking cum, i'm gonna fill you with my cum, i—awwwww"

​enjin's words were cut off by an intense orgasm that made him tremble from head to toe, filling you up inside with his warm liquid.

both of you needed a moment to recover, feeling the warm sweat drip down your bodies while sharing your accelerated breathing.

​your heart was beating just as fast as enjin's, and it took him a few seconds to slowly pull out of you, as if wanting to feel that sensation one last time.

​"you're actually pretty good. next time, when we're in a more suitable place, i'll let you go on top," he commented, putting his shirt back on and fixing his pants.

​"next time? already thinking about that?" you laughed, buttoning your shorts and adjusting your shirt. "i thought the plan was not to fall in love."

​"i'm not in love, idiot. but i won't lie, you're fucking delicious."

​enjin lit a cigarette, retrieving the umbreaker that had been forgotten for a while. he needed to smoke because he was feeling a bit weak from the orgasm.

​when you least expected it, the door swung open with a loud thud, drawing both of your attention to the entrance.

​"ah, jesus! you're alive!"

​enjin blew out the smoke and flashed a small smirk.

​"we are very much alive. nobody killed each other. where were you, zanka?"

​"looking for you! i searched the whole city. How long have you guys been here?"

​"five hours, maybe?" enjin replied, taking another drag.

​"and no fight broke out?" zanka frowned, staring at you.

​you were still a bit breathless, sweaty, and slightly dazed, but you flashed him a little smile.

​"it's way too hot in here to waste time on someone like enjin. i just want to leave already."

​"sure, sure! let's go. rudo was already digging your grave, enjin. don't ever disappear like that again."

​both guys started walking ahead, but it took you a moment to catch up. not because you couldn't walk.

Happy Pride Month, everybody!

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