the first thing you noticed when you first saw him, the black and red ink on the pointer and ring finger alongside four black painted nails drawing your eyes from the moment you stepped in the room.
you loved his hands. and you knew he also knew this—given the way he’d always look you dead in the eye before trailing a finger down the long shaft of his vital instrument or how he’d all but caress the steering wheel as he drove you back to HQ.
it was awful that he was teasing you, even worse that you actually felt yourself having a reaction to it, gaze averted whenever he’d catch you staring, playful wink he gave making the tips of your ears burn with embarrassment.
and then it happened, a work celebration being a thinly veiled excuse to get stupid drunk on a weekday giving the two of you appropriate cover to sneak away and do something with the tension that had steadily built up, currently sat on the foot of the tall man’s bed, his legs spread out wide enough to nudge at your own as he lit up a fresh cigarette.
“you like ‘em.”
he blew out the smoke he’d exhaled, stretching out both hands in front of his face like it was the first time he was really looking at them.
“i mean you must do, seeing as y’always staring…”
you rolled your eyes. “fuck you.”
he took another drag. “how harsh. here i was about to offer you a test drive on them.”
you turned to look at him.
“what do you mean?”
he clicked his tongue. “how about i show you?”
☆
and that’s how you were now laid out over his lap, stomach down with your ass tooted up in his lap.
“is now a good time to say every time you’d stare at my hands, i’d stare at your ass.” he admitted with not a singular ounce of guilt.
pervert.
you scoffed. “of course you did.”
his hands rested under the curve of your butt, calloused fingertips warming the skin underneath.
“can you blame me? i swear one time you jumped to catch a trash beast and it clapped…baby your ass clapped at me.”
you could feel your eyes rolling into the back of your skull. “…can you just hurry up and touch me?”
you didn’t have to look up to know the stupid smirk that was probably already drawing his lips up.
“look at you being all desperate for me…”
but he obliged, large palms moving to cup each cheek from behind, pushing up the fat before letting his fingers really sink in—squish making the skin spill out from his hands, low groan leaving both of your lips.
“that feels nice don’t it? can i be a little mean or do you need it soft?”
“y'can be m-mean.” you mumbled, about to complain about the lack of warmth from where he'd removed his hand before you felt the air near you part, flat of his palm striking your asscheek with an even force that pushed a whimper out from your lips before you could bite it down.
“oh.” enjin paused. “you’re a nasty little thing, aren’t you?”
welp, there's you exposed. it was only a matter of time i suppose.
“say it.” he murmured, voice low and rough in a way you’d never heard before making you shiver. “tell me how much you like it.”
you gulped, trying your best not to squirm in his lap, already able to feel something poking up into you from where you were lying.
“love it enjin…” you mumbled, grateful for the fact that you didn’t have to make eye contact with him as you said this. “do it again. please.”
he stroked over where his hand had struck you, skin tingling under his touch.
"hmmm, i dunno...should i?" his hand slid between the curve of your ass to rest over your clothed cunt, friction of the fabric moving underneath his fingers making you moan softly.
"p-put them in..." you mumbled and for once he didn't tease, just moved aside the damp gusset and rest his calloused fingertips against the tight ring of muscle, slow stretch as he pressed them in making you groan into the softness of his sheets.
"imma need you to make that sound again for me baby." and he curled his fingers up a little, searching for the spot in your walls that had a little give, pressing up against the softness to force out another sugared moan.
he only had two fingers inside you and yet you still felt so full, hips moving back in time with his fingers as his thumb rotated round to draw messy little circles over your slick bundle of nerves.
"how come we didn't do this sooner?" he mused and you clamped down around his fingers as he pressed down a little harder inside of you, seeming to have pinpointed the spot that made your legs feel like jelly and your eyes cross a little with an ease that would've pissed you off if you'd been in your right mind.
which you obviously were not, sliver of drool sneaking out from your slightly gaped mouth, pitchy whimper not matching the usual bite your voice had when speaking to the lanky excuse of a leader—soothing lull of submission washing over you with each press of his fingers, warm haze of lust replacing any snark that remained.
then you felt that traitorous low dip, pressure from his knees against your stomach making it feel even more imminent, even more urgent.
"waitwaitwait, im going to—"
he didn't wait. he didn't pause or even think to consider slowing down. he simply continued, other hand reaching over to rub soothing circles into the crease where your hip met your back.
"hmmm, i don't think you really want me to stop gorgeous. and i don't think i want to, not when you're doing so well for me."
you couldn't help but keen under the praise, especially when he was saying it to you in that low, dark tone—cigarette he'd just smoked only making his voice even richer, like velvet against your skin as he continued to tell you just how good you were doing, how you were taking his fingers perfectly, how beautiful you sounded underneath him .
it was a different side to him you hadn't seen before, more earnest under the lowlight of the solemn moon and the assumed privacy of your turned back. it gave him the space to shed a layer of protection he always wore yet never quite realised how much it weighed him down.
you weren't sure how you felt about being able to bring out such vulnerability from him.
then the tight thread pulled itself so taught it finally snapped, attention pulled back to the moment, to his fingers in your currently fluttering walls. you stiffened, low groan vibrating in your chest as you felt that dizzying warmth spread through your bloodstream like a narcotic, gentler pumps of his fingers guiding you through the bliss with the ease of a current drifting an unmoored ship, tears prickling at your waterline from how overwhelmingly good his touch felt.
the two of you were quiet for a couple moments, your mouth finally parting to utter two syllables.
"fuck."
"fuck indeed." he hummed, finally pulling his fingers out and up into his mouth, head craning back to watch him greedily suck on his own digits like they were coated in chocolate, not your own essence.
his golden eyes landed down of your own.
"too much?" and he said it with such sincerity that you felt your heart throb a little.
but instead of saying that, you quietly sat up and moved yourself so your thighs were straddling each side of his own—pausing for a second before rubbing your slick entrance against the thickness pressing up against the loose cotton of his sweatpants.
"not enough." you countered, looking back up at him, able to see every glimmer and fleck of amber in his irises before reaching a hand down to sneak in under the waistband.
you felt the way his breath hitched when you finally gripped him from the base, so warm and already stiff under the softness of your hand.
"you gonna let me ride you?" your hand tightened a little. he groaned.
"l-let you? baby, i think i'm gonna die if you don't."
a/n :: this was supposed to be so much shorter oh my god
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you turn your back on enjin, slowly removing your hefty uniform coat from your strained shoulders and that man is immediately attached to your body. reaching hands settling on the curves of your hips and face angled and crooked into the slope of your neck and the slant of your shoulder, inhaling the candied scent of your sweet skin and warmth.
"you're being clingy again, En'" you exhale softly, allowing the sleeves of your coat to roll down your arms, crooning your neck effortlessly to give him more room to bask in.
"I'm emitting my affection towards you doll, there's a difference" he retorts gently, you both grin contently — giddily, his massive hands soothing up and down the dips of your hips, shuffling and guiding his nose along the smooth surface of your neck to the slant of your shoulder, then back up to the outline of your jawline. taking in everything with such intent and adore.
should’ve been easy enough, since it was the only boundary you’d set when you said yes to this absurd agreement with enjin. he could call you at any time, waltz in your room as he pleased, and you barely had any limits when it came to sex.
but if he wanted to get his fix from you, that was the only rule he would have to follow.
should be easy enough, right?
wrong.
“fuck, girl, you’re - hah - takin’ me so well…” the lewd, wet squelch of your pussy bounces off the walls as enjin’s cock keeps pummeling your hole raw. you can barely formulate a sentence, or even a thought, face mushed so deep into your pillow you wouldn't be able to talk anyway.
but it’s okay, enjin knows your pussy’s doing all the talking for you. one of his big, inked hands is splayed over your arched back, the other keeping firm purchase on your hip for leverage. he hunches down just enough for his lips to skim the nape of your neck, for his leaky tip to brush just shy of your cervix as he gives you a deeeeep stroke that has your knees wobbling.
“aht, aht,” he warns, tapping the side of your ass twice. “ass up, c’mon, you can take it.”
you whine something unintelligible into the pillow, white-knuckled fingers gripping it like a lifeline. between enjin positively fucking the lights out of you and your tits squished into the mattress as he forced you into the most pornographic-looking doggy he’s ever seen, you can barely breathe.
when he watched the insane - and definitely uncomfortable - angle your back was arched at, he was truly grateful it wasn’t him being folded like that.
“e-enjin, fuck—” you somehow manage to huff out, turning your head to the side. “hm?” he hums, nuzzling his nose against your cheek. “tapping out on me already?” he asks, hips stilling.
when you try to push yourself up on your elbows, and miserably fail, enjin can’t help but snort, but he immediately stops when you shoot him a deadly glare. “here, lemme help.”
your hole clenches in protest at the loss when he pulls out to help you on your back. once you’re all pretty and spread open in front of him, he watches your cunt wink at him, begging to be filled up with all of his impressive inches again.
“better?” he checks in. you nod, but he gets distracted by the fat wad of spit he lets fall onto your puffy folds, fat thumb spreading it until it’s mixed with your glistening slick. it takes every inch of willpower to stop himself from eating you out again, but he knows you’re going to nag him because you’re so hungry for his dick.
so he plants his hands onto your spread thighs once more, fingertips caressing the soft skin before he moves up, up up to streeeeetch your legs all the way until your knees brush the sides of your face. you’re growing impatient, needy little sounds spilling from your lips as his cock brushes against your sensitive clit.
“enjin— fuck!” your complaint is cut short by a powerful thrust. he bottoms out in one smooth move, the mating press he’s keeping you folded in giving him the euphoric sight of a cute little tummy bulge. “hmmm?” he teases, flashing you a grin. “so bossy…wan’ your enjin that bad?”
“j-just - hah - fuck me already…”
he chuckles, face so close to yours you could count every golden speck in his eyes. “yes ma’am.”
it doesn’t take long for you to be a cockdrunk, babbling mess again, enjin’s forehead pressed against yours, open mouth huffin’ n’ puffin’ and grunting your name over and over again. every kiss of his tip against the deep spots within your walls has you keening, back bowing away from the mattress and into his body, needing him closer.
so you don’t really realize his lips are on yours, not exactly kissing, just touching, enough to swallow each other’s moans. his fingers travel up your calves to find your wrists, and he hugs both in one huge hand. he doesn’t notice it’s happening, either, lost in the bliss of the moment, until you shift your head to the side a bit, away from him.
“‘m sorry…” he mumbles, never breaking the pace as he hides his face into your neck. “you’re— nghh, you’re fine, jin…” you pant, not even sure what he’s apologizing for, mind swimming in a lust-crazed daze.
your rule is stupid, anyway. that’s the thought that crosses his mind when your hands squeeze his, your hot breath fanning against the shell of his ear. so he starts with small, tentative pecks over the side of your throat, making sure to keep you dumb enough on his cock as he moves upwards once more.
he presses one to your jaw, one next to your lobe that makes you gasp. he masks the kiss to the corner of your lips with a nibble before fully claiming your mouth. he almost cums right then and there when he feels you melting into him.
enjin falters for just a moment before he breaks, like there was still a part of him that was holding back, waiting for that one switch to be flipped. there are dangerous words clinging to the tip of his tongue, words that he needs to swallow back like bitter bile because that would ruin everything.
but he doesn’t push it, as much as he would love like to kiss you forever, he breaks away, which is also a bad mistake because he’s met by your glossy eyes, spit clinging to your maw like you’re asking for more.
it’s that exact look that makes him cave, his orgasm taking him by surprise. he pulls out instantly, coating your stomach with his release, muttering a string of curses under his breath. when he finally manages to get back to his senses, he sits back on his haunches, rubbing a hand over his face, clearly annoyed.
“fuck, sorry…didn’t mean to so soon,” there’s a tinge of vulnerability in his hushed voice. you’re still catching your breath after that earth-shattering pounding, blinking away your haze to look at him properly. it always tugged at your heartstrings whenever enjin would look like a kicked puppy— can’t shoot at a man that’s already down.
“‘s fine,” you wave him off, pushing yourself up on your elbows. “i can let you shower with me just this once, so you can finish the job.”
he lights up at that. “really?”
it’s hard to bite back your smile. “mhm, i mean, i didn’t cum, so…” you hold a finger up. “but no kissing. that was your first strike, dude.”
“hah!? strike?” his jaw goes slack. “yep!” you nod sternly.
“but you literally liked—”
“not the point! or i’m giving you another strike!”
“yes ma’am,” he holds his hands up in surrender, snorting quietly.
he’ll make you drop that dumb rule someday, he’s sure of it.
┊┊a/n. requested by my lovely @rengoatku i hope i've made your idea justice mwah
Genuinely need to ride his dick while he smokes a blunt
And i just realized I'm ovulating, that's why I woke up horny this morning 😀
I keep listening to this one song and imagining early morning enjin smoking all lazy and calm, his phone between his shoulder and ear as his free hand holds you hip to keep pulling you back to meet his thrusts.
“yeah, gris, I’ll be over soon—shit, baby, just like that, keep fucking back on me—gotta take care of somethin’ first.”
he’ll have a whole conversation too as he’s letting out muffled groans that melt into his sentences, brow furrowed when he sees you trying to scoot up the bed and away from him.
“i was thinking the same thing, man, it’s just—hold on one sec…nuh-uh, where you think you’re goin, boo? come on back, you’re gonna take this dick, don’t run from it…oh, you wanna play coy? fine—gimme a minute gris.”
he’s cornering you against the head board, not giving you any space as he takes a long drag, giving a gentle tap and placing it on the tray for later on his side table. Both of his hands grip the headboard and he’s fucking you until you wail, uncaring that his phone is right next to your face as you cry out for him, moaning and wailing and sniffling, all of it.
“think you couldn’t take it, huh? yeah? needed me to show you that you can? mm, look at you, baby, so fucking cute creaming on my cock.”
and of course, he feels you tighten up even more when the soft voice comes through the speaker.
“hi, baby.”
“g-griiiiisss…”
enjin’s hips stutter as he lets out a broken moan, a little cracking noise coming from where his hands grip the headboard.
“ah, fffuck…you like hearin’ gris talk to you? think he’s gonna help, huh? ohh, baby, he’s even worse than i am, if you can’t handle this, we got a lotta work to do.”
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❤︎ cw . . . reader x enjin, established relationship, mix of normal gachiakuta verse and modern au, overall enjin is a freaky ass slut for his pookie
❤︎ note . . . i am but a slut for a good, classic nsfw alphabet post, let alone if it's for our dearest enjin, so enjoy my whorish headcanons for one of our favorite blondies. also i figured since the text is broken up, it should be easy to read, but i'll be posting this on my ao3 too so you can see it in normal size since i know some of my fellow blind baddies struggle reading the tiny text LOL
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
after sex, enjin always starts off with some kind of stupid joke. you think it's annoying and that he's cringe, but it's his way of seeing how your feeling. if you respond with a scoff and a muffled giggle, he knows you're doing good and able to fully respond. if you respond with a cute little noise or huff, he knows your fucked out and that he gets to baby you until you come back fully to him. he's kissing all over your face, biting your cheek playfully, asking if you need a cigarette, water, and the moment he can see you can sort of use your legs, he's ushering you to go pee before getting too comfy because he knows you will try to get out of it
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
his favorite part of himself is his arms, and it's no thanks to the way you love to run your hands up and down them, cooing how pretty they are and that you love how his tattoos swirl on his skin, that they're so strong and solid, and the amount of times you bite them tells him you aren't lying. his favorite part of you is a tie between your neck and hips, because he loves kissing all over the sensitive skin of your neck, but loves gripping your hips, feeling how soft and squishy you are under his hands.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
he loves to cum on your pussy OR on your dick because he's a weird pervert who will then use his own cum to swirl circles into your clit or stroke your cock, chuckling under his breath when you whine about being too sensitive, but he knows you can give him one more so you can mix your release with his.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
sometimes, when you're away too long, he humps the bed while sniffing your pillow, using the scent of your shampoo to get himself off. yeah, he could use whatever underwear is in the laundry basket, but he gets sappy (and hard) thinking about the next time he'll be able to smell your shampoo when he leans down to kiss your forehead.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
very, very experienced, and he is unfront about it with you that yes, in his early twenties he was a bit of a sleaze that slept around a lot, using it as a way to deal with his emotions whenever he felt too much…and yes, he still is, but only with you now, and genuinely loves showing off he knows what he's doing, that he knows how to make you cum so much that you go stupid just for him.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
obsessed with riding, he loves watching you bounce in his lap, using him for your own pleasure. he doesn't care how you move, what you do, but being able to watch you lose yourself as you use him and his dick for your own pleasure, hands braced on his chest to bounce up and down is something he will never get tired of. and when you let out that cute whine of his name, hips barely moving except grinding back and forth on him because you're getting too close to keep going, he's immediately helping, planting his feet against the floor, bed, whatever surface he can use, and fucking up into you, making sure he can get you over that edge like you need.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
even if it's the meanest hate fuck or the sappiest, most love filled sex, he's always going to crack some kind of joke, some kind of tease that just makes you giggle and hold onto him a little tighter, curl into him a little more, and soften up just the right way.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
he's groomed well, but will never ever get rid of his happy trail, because it looks so fucking good paired with his tattoo and he KNOWS it. sometimes he throws out the idea of dying it to match the colors of his tattoo but he's lowkey paranoid about the scent of hair dye lingering around his dick.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
some days, enjin just needs to go slow, needs to be tender, needs you to really show how much you love him for being him, not because he's a cleaner, not because he's cocky, but because he's worth something to you. when he's like this, he's slow, gentle, giving deep, slow thrusts, pulling all the way out before pushing riiiight back in, kissing you constatnly. but even if it's the roughest, hate filled fuck, he's kissing you sweetly, pressing his forehead against yours as he glares into your eyes and constantly mutters "fuck, i love you, i love you so fucking much, you make me insane" because it's true. no matter how rought a session is, he's gotta say it, got to know this isn't just sex for him, that you are his and he is yours.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
he's really sexy when he jerks off, it kind of pisses me off. he'll casually be sitting near the window, cigarette in his hand and his cock in the other as he lazily strokes himself, his hand going up and down the full length with a wet schlick, schlick, schlick, and every time he focuses right on the tip, his head tips back as he exhales the smoke into the air, a deep groan following after. sometimes, if you show up, he'll beckon you over, having you lean in and give him a little kiss while his other hand is still moving…and he'll oh-so sweetly whisper,"c'mon baby, spit on it for me, get me wet a lil' more." and the fucking moan he lets out is so sexy, and his hand is suddenly speeding up. enjin's so debauched when he's masturbating, it's genuinely insane.
K = Kink (g: giving, r: receiving, b: both)
cumplay, face fucking, bukkake (g), lactation, spit kink, dacryphilia, scent kink, sensory deprevation, high heels, clothed sex, belly/throat bulge, light bondage (b), breathplay (b), brat taming (b), cock rings, edging (b), free use (b), overstimulation, face slapping (r), spanking (g), breeding, degradation, pet play, biting, play fighting, glory holes, praise kink (b), size difference, voyuerism, exhibitionism, daddy kink (r), mommy kink (g), orgasm control (b), somnophilia (b), humiliation (g)
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
if it's not in the back of a car, he loves fucking you in public. whether it's grabbing you and pulling you into a public restroom ("i know baby, its gross, i'll be quick though, c'mon, spread 'em for me") or in a cramped alley way ("shh, shh, c'mon, i gotcha, fuck, here? okay, yeah, yeahyeahyeah, jump up, 'm gonna fuck you against the wall"), he loves the thrill of possibly getting caught. and it's not just public-public spaces that he enjoys, but i'm talking his buddies are all gathered in your living room space of your little apartment and he's rutting into you against the kitchen countertop, knowing damn well they can hear you hiccuping back your moans and that if they turn their heads, they'll see your pretty face smushed against the counter, trying not to look at the poor flustered guys in your living room.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
what turns him on the most is your pleasure. he's absolutely obsessed with you and making you feel good, whether its sexually or romantically. you get happy because he did something for you and you smile at him? hard as a rock. you kiss him on the cheek before he has to leave to run errands or head to HQ? tip is leaking in his boxers. you tuck your panties into his pocket for good luck? he's fucking you in the doorway of your apartment before he leaves. your happiness is his ultimate turn on, and he lowkey hates it because it means you get him hard from the simplest of things.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
he's kind of iffy on the idea of getting physical with you, he doesn't know if he could ever slap you in the face. he'll slap your tits, your ass, your pussy, but he genuinely doesn't think he could ever bring himself to do it to your face, even if you begged him with those pretty eyes and cute pout. it just…makes me sad to think about you tearing up from the sting.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
while he always jokes that 69ing gives the best of both worlds, he's whipped for some pussy. the type to get upset when you pull away because its too much, because your overstimulated, but he's not done. he's making out with your pussy, giving big fat licks up and down the enitrety of it, two fingers spreading you open so he can lap up every drip of your slick that pours out of you, lips kissing all over your clit between mean sucks, mouth pressed against it as he licks it over and over and over again while he's pumping those thick fingers in and out of you, trying to coax more of your wetness out for him to lick up.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
for enjin, it all depends on what the 'vibe' is. for any normal sex, it starts off slow and ends up desperate, his hands gripping either you, the headboard, the sheets, whatever he can get a hold on as he practically growls out how much he loves you wrapped around him, his hips slapping into you at a quick pace. but if he's angry/pent up/frustrated? he's fucking you into the mattress and he's giving you deep, mean thrusts, his tip kissing your cervix as you can't do anything but take it. if he's sad/sappy/really happy, he's an absolute loser, kissing, whining, begging you to tell him you love him, kissing you before you can even finish your sentence as he just rolls his hips into you, barely pulling out of you as he pants into your mouth, his fingers laced with yours.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
enjin loves quickies and is obviously down for them whenever you are, but just know, that's just the appetizer. the quick shuffling of clothes to the side, just enough time for both of you to feel good, the hushed and hurried moans and curses, god, he lives for that, but it's not enough to leave him truly satisfied, he needs you completely bare, needs to have you loud and open about how good you feel, and will be back to make sure he gets the second part of your quickie.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
with you, he's down to try almost anything and everything. if it puts you in any genuine danger or health at risk, he's not gonna do it, but risky shit like fucking in public, using toys in public, sending a slutty picture to one of your shared friends you both know are into you? he's alllll for it.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
the amount of times he has made the joke 'i'm called enjin for a reason, baby' is sickening. he can last for a long fucking time, and the fact he loves his cock rings doesn't help. he refuses to cum until you do…at least 3 times, and he always aims to make you give him 5 orgasms. so he can make one round last 40 minutes to an hour and a half, but if you piss him off, you'll be locked in the bedroom all day and cumdrunk before he even puts his dick inside of you. his refractory period is a bit long, so once you make him cum, give him 10 minutes to get his baring back and he promises, he'll drag you through another hour long round all over again if you need him to.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
all the toys he owns are things he bought to test out on you. he's a freak, and an even bigger weirdo when it comes to seeing the different ways he can make you feel good. he's got bullet vibes, rabbit vibes, nipple clamps, handcuffs, ropes, dildos, suction toys, ball gags, blind folds, vibrating wands, bunny tail plugs, and all kinds of lubes. sure, he's got his cock rings he uses on himself, but otherwise he never really uses them on himself…but he's not against you getting the upper hand on him and getting those damn handcuffs on him and using the vibrators on his tip and the wands on his balls…not opposed to that at all.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
that's all he ever does, is tease. in private, in public, he's teasing you to get you riled up, and he especially loves it when his teasing makes you frustrated, makes you shove him away and huff his name in that stern voice, because he can feel how hot your skin is getting from all the dirty shit he's whispering in your ear, the way his hands are massaging your thighs, or the way he'll grope you a little bit before slipping away like nothing happens. he thinks you're cute when your frustrated and pent up, and won't give anything else until you come to him and admit you need him.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
lots of groans, choked moans of your name, sometimes a little whine here or there. oh, and absolutely loves loooooves dirty talking, making sure you can't hide from his words, even if you try to hide your face, he'll get nice and close to your face as he repeats himself, making sure you heard him. oh, but he pants like a fucking dog when he gets close, voice getting choked and raspier as he gets closer to cumming, all of his desperation for you really coming out in his voice so you can hear just how obsessed he is with you.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
he's really fucking gross and likes to make you cum all over him, soaking his clothes whether its his pants from making you grind against his thigh, or his shirt from making you squirt all over his mouth, he fucking loves the reactions he gets from his friends when they see him with a big ole grin and drenched shirt/sweats, and will 100% ask if they want to get a taste from his clothing like an ass.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
enjin is a shower, at a nice 7.3in/18.5cm and a nice thickness that makes it not too much…but it's still a lot. he's nice and veiny too, with a nice, thick one right on the underside that makes him twitch violently if you drag your tongue over it. but jesus christ the curve on it is demonic, it's curved so perfectly that no matter what you do, he always hits your sweet spot perfectly, his stupid, thick tip bullying against it everytime he's inside you.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
it's so high, he could be in the middle of bleeding out and you say you need him, he's some how putting the body power to stop the bleeding for a moment so he can make you cum. but realistically, he's genuinely always ready to go, and has made sure you know this because he's more than happy to be your outlet for him. and if you have the same energy, you could be in the middle of doing laundry in the most basic outfit ever and he's groaning as he tries to eat you out over those ugly, green pajama pants.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
the second enjin feels that you are settled in, he is out like a light. like, i'm talking you cuddle up to him and go to say something, he's fucking snoring in your ear, eyes partially open and drool dripping down his cheek already. it's so gross, he sleeps like a weirdo, but you can always tell you fucked him good too because you can't even wake him up by shaking him a bit. but don't feel bad for shaking him hard if he's snoring too loud, he'd be annoyed if he were you too.
You and Enjin huddled up in your bathroom, he sits on the edge of the tub. His blonde hair clipped up, out of the way of your busy hands. One holds a comb, the other trimmers buzzing away.
This became a silent ritual between the two of you. Enjin's undercut would grow out, poking at the tops of his ears. The top section too long for his classic updo style. Being observant, you take that as a telltale sign for trim.
"Keep moving, or I'll nick your neck again."
"Don't threaten me with a good time~"
As quick as the words fly out, you slap him upside the head, comb in hand. The blonde grunts back in return.
"Just remember sweets, I'm doing your hair too."
Did I forget to mention Enjin also helps you in return? Helping maintain that hair of your, whether it be cutting, styling, coloring, you name it. Let's just say it's a very taunting process 🤭
playing chicken fight in a pool on Enjins shoulders and he keeps getting "distracted" by your thighs and nips on the inside of them. and you have to keep whacking him upside his head with your free knee and yank at his hair to stop him.
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Warnings - minor spoilers for the manga. Also making out and almost sex so **MDNI**
Synopsis - This beach trip brings up feelings that Enjin had tried to keep down (highkey inspired by Lay All Your Love On Me from Mamma Mia)
It wasn’t every day that everyone had some time off. After almost an entire month straight of everyone doing multiple jobs a day, Corvus decided that we needed a break. The jobs slowed down a lot and to make sure everyone could relax, he called in a few members from other branches to cover.
“Who’s going in which car?” Gris asked, turning to the crowd behind him. We all stood in the garage, preparing for the long trip ahead of us. After all, we were going to the beach which was about a three day drive. Chatter filled the air as people began deciding where to sit. An arm fell around my shoulders, making me look up.
“What do you say you use your shoes to get the two of us there faster?” It was Enjin. He wore a smile as he pulled me closer.
“Fuck no, I’d collapse half way through that run.”
“Nonsense, you’re way stronger than that and if you run then we can be there two days earlier!” I laughed a little with a roll of my eyes.
“Don’t be stupid.” Semiu spoke, removing his arm from me and wrapping hers around my waist. “You can’t take my baby away. Plus, you’ll over work the poor woman. This is supposed to be a break.” I laughed at the nickname, being used to her calling me all sorts of things. Though, I didn’t know that she did it to piss Enjin off. To Semiu, his crush on me was the most obvious thing ever. She wasn’t really sure how I hadn’t caught on yet.
“Ugh, don’t be like that.”
“I’m not being like anything.” She began to walk away as she spoke, leaving Enjin jokingly annoyed behind us.
“I’m assuming we’re gonna be sitting together?” I asked.
“Obviously. Who else would I talk to for three whole days?” With that, we got in Bros car with Dear and Guita. Aka, the calmest car.
The ride was long and there was only so much we could talk about for three days together with no other form of entertainment, meaning I ended up sleeping a lot. Dear was leaned into me to be more comfortable and I fell onto Semius shoulder. She looked down at me and the child as a thought popped into her head. She grabbed her phone and snapped a picture of us before sending it to Enjin, knowing it would make him jealous. Before she could even lock her phone, it started to ring. She turned the volume down before answering it and bringing it to her ear.
“What the fuck Semiu! Why would you send that to me?!” He was yelling over loud music, Riyo and Amo singing along, and an argument in the back that sounded like Rudo and Zanka while Fu tried to get them to stop. She was so glad she wasn’t in that car right now.
“Hello? To make you jealous, obviously.” It was said as if it were the most obvious thing ever and, honestly, it was.
“That’s so not fair! First you take her from my car and now you do this?! Do you hate me or something?!! I’ve never done anything to you!”
“I’m hanging up now.”
“Send me more-“ He tried to yell, but was cut off when she dropped the call. Her eyes drifted back over towards me and Dear. With a small chuckle she took a few more pictures to have as leverage over the blonde man.
“You really are evil sometimes.” Bro laughed from the front seat.
“Just think of it as insurance.” She laughed, looking out the window again.
Soon enough, we made it to the small beach house. I stretched after helping Dear and Guita get out of the car. The other cars began to show up with Enjins being the last one. When he stepped out, he looked frazzled and annoyed.
“You took your sweet time.” Semiu spoke, looking at the tired man after grabbing her bag.
“Don’t even. Rudo made us pull over so many times to piss and Fu got sick a few hours ago. God, I’m so done. I’m not driving back. Someone else is going to.” I laughed and he thought he had never heard a prettier noise after the chaos these last three days.
“Go inside and lay down, okay?” I spoke softly. “I’ll get your bags. I’m also gonna make drinks and dinner later after I go to the store.”
“Let me know when you’re about to head out. I’ll drive you.” He casually said while moving past me. As much as he wanted to deal with the bags himself so I didn’t have to, he physically couldn’t. That was a drive from hell and he seriously needed to lay down. A part of him wanted to ask me to lay down with him, but thanks to Semiu, he knew that I had been sleeping the entire drive and probably was antsy to move around. So he kept his request to himself. He took a second to look around before finding a random room and flopping down onto the bed. He hadn’t even realized that he fell asleep until someone was shaking him awake. It took him a second to adjust as he opened his eyes to see me leaning over him.
“Hey, you told me to wake you up before going to the store. Did you still wanna go or do you wanna sleep more?” It was like he was looking at an angel. Maybe he died and this was heaven or something. The beach behind me was beautiful and there was a breeze from the open balcony door that pushed my hair a bit. I was in more comfortable beach clothes now and they were showing more skin than usual.
“Did I die?” The question came out before he could stop it. It made me laugh.
“The fuck? No? Why?”
“You just looked like an angel.” I rolled my eyes, but he didn’t miss the slight blush on my cheeks.
“Yeah, yeah. Just answer my question. Do you wanna come to the store with me or no?”
“Yeah, I’ll meet you at the car. I gotta piss first.” He was already standing up as he said that.
“Ugh, you could have said that any other way.”
“Yeah, but you still laughed.”
“Cause you caught me off guard. I’ll be in the car.” With that, I left. Enjin walked into the bathroom and took a second to look at himself. He had never been more awkward with a woman than he was with me. Honestly, he was kicking himself a little at how not smooth he was being.
It didn’t take long till we were at the store. He pushed the cart as I grabbed stuff and lead us around. A thought popped into his head as we walked through the old store. We could do things like this every day if he just said how he felt. He wouldn’t have to worry about meaningless things if he could just get himself to say three simple words. Yet the thought scared him. For as much as he loved this moment - as much as he liked me - he was worried.
Worried that he couldn’t be who I would want him to be.
No, not who I would want. He was worried that he couldn’t be who he knew I deserved to be with. Commitment was scary and he had never been with someone as more than hookup partners. Hell, he wasn’t even friends with the women he slept with. They really were only hookup partners, and he used to have a few at the same time so he always had someone to call when needed. He had no idea how I would react if I found out about that. Even now, he would occasionally go out just to get off. Though, as much as he hated to admit it, all he ever thought about during those nights was me. He wished I was the one under him instead of some random person he would never see again. He wanted to hear all the sounds that he could get me to make. To feel me under his hands. He wanted to help me wash up after, hold me in his arms, and wake up with me still there the next day. But did he want anything after that? I deserved more than just that, and he knew it. He knew it was the reason that Semiu wouldn’t dare mention his feelings to me even if it would be entertaining for her to see him all flustered. Maybe I would hate him if I knew more about him.
“Hello? Ground to Enjin.” The waving of my hand in front of his face startled him a little, finally bringing him back to reality and out of his thoughts. “What are you thinking so hard about? I’ve asked you for help like three times.” It was that exact look that I was currently giving him that made his thoughts jumble the way they currently were. My expression was soft and my smile made his chest warm.
“Oh shit, sorry. What did you need help with?” I gave him a skeptical look, eyes squinting a bit.
“Answer my question, Enjin. What were you thinking about?”
“Nothing,” he tried to play it off giving me a smirk and just repeated his question. There was a small pause.
“Which chips do we get? I don’t know what Rudo likes.” The shopping spree continued on like normal after that and we eventually made our way back to the house. I cooked with the help of Bro, Fu, and Amo while Enjin, August, and Delmon played with the rest of the kids to hopefully get all their energy out for the night. We wanted to have an adults only night tonight after all and it was no easy task getting them to easily go to sleep. They were still Cleaners after all.
Dinner came and went and the day turned to night. The ten of us were sitting by the water with our drinks. It was nice. The stars above were beautiful. This was one of the only places that we knew of to see them through the smog since the ocean and overgrown nature kept this land pretty clean. I sat next to Enjin and just leaned my head on his shoulder. Neither of us said anything. I could feel him take a deep breath in before smoke came pouring from his lips. Normally I would hate the smell, but I didn’t seem to mind when it came from him and mixed with his cologne.
“I think I’m gonna turn in for the night.” I said, pulling myself away from him and standing up. He watched me leave, not saying anything, while taking another drag. I walked up to my room, knowing I was sharing with Enjin. All the other places were filled up by the time I made my way inside and it wasn’t like I minded. Quite the opposite in fact. Once inside, I showered and did my nightly routine. Just as I was getting dressed, something caught my eye. It was Enjins open suitcase. The hoodie that he liked to wear sat on top. I bit my lip while staring at the fabric, just thinking.
Surely we were close enough for me to wear his clothes. I mean, we have been friends for years now… Maybe he would get mad at me? After all, I’ve never taken his stuff before so I didn’t know how he would react. I turned to look through my suitcase, deciding it was better not to do it without asking.
By the time I was laying in the king sized bed, his hoodie was comfortable on me. It smelled like him and was so extremely comfortable. I could see why it was his favorite. Was his favorite, as in he’s not getting it back until it no longer smells like him. I don’t think I had ever fallen asleep as fast as I did that night.
I woke up to something heavy on me. Looking down, I saw it was Enjin. I was on my back and he had me in his arms, head resting on my chest as our legs tangled together. For a second, I just blinked. Then, my hand came up to his hair and I began to gently scratch at his scalp. He let out a content sound while pushing his head further into me. I pulled my hand away, thinking that I accidentally woke him up. He reached up and placed it back on his head.
“Don’t stop.” The words were almost incoherent, but I understood what he meant. His voice was so deep. My chest fluttered a bit. “I can hear your heart, you know.” That made my face explode in embarrassment.
“Ugh, way to ruin the moment.” My other hand pressed against his face to push him away. He didn’t even fight me and just laughed while I stood up. He sat up, pushing his hair out of his face even though it fell right back to where it was. I took a mental note of how attractive he was with his hair down like this.
“There’ll be plenty more moments since we’re rooming together.” His eyes looked me up and down. “You look good by the way. Feel free to wear it whenever you want.” Looking down, I had completely forgotten that I took his hoodie which only made me more embarrassed. As I quickly made my way to the bathroom, I ripped it from my body before throwing it at him. He only saw a single glimpse of my bare back before the door slammed shut. He took a second to hold the fabric before bringing it to his face and smelling it, catching the scent of my soap and the little bit of perfume that stuck to my body even after I showered. It was a smell he could really get used to.
Today was spent down at the beach with everyone. Tamsy and Semiu sat at the shore while the rest of us played in the water. The sun was warm but the water kept us cool. Enjin couldn’t help but sneak in a few glances at me. This was the first time he had seen me in my swim gear. It was also the first time he had seen this much skin on me. It was doing something to him, but he tried to ignore it.
“Let’s play chicken!” Riyo called out after getting bored of just swimming around. “I got Enjin!” She instantly claimed, arm bumping his. The two shared a smirk thinking they were gonna win. The group began to quickly pair up and with my first choice already in a team, I went to my second choice.
“Gris! You and me?!” I called out, catching the mans attention. He turned and smiled at me.
“Hell yeah! There’s no way we’d loose.” We swam closer to each other. “I feel like it’s pretty obvious but I’ll hold you up.”
“Sounds good to me!” With that, he dipped under water and turned away from me, allowing me to place my legs on his shoulders before he stood back up. I was higher than I thought I would be, making me giggle and place my hands on his head.
“Forward!” I demanded and Gris laughed and joined the group. Enjin watched from the corner of his eye as a foreign feeling began to eat at him. He didn’t like the way Gris and I casually spoke or the way his hands were placed on my thighs as if they belonged there. The entire scene was too comfortable. I was too okay with the proximity.
“Are you jealous?” Riyo asked quietly with a smirk that said she would use this as leverage later.
“No. Don’t be ridiculous. What’s there to even be jealous over?” Her eyes lingered on him for a minute before letting it go and getting on his shoulders to start the makeshift tournament.
It came down to me and Gris against Riyo and Enjin. We stood in front of each other.
“You’re so going down.” Riyo said with the widest smile I have ever seen from her.
“In your dreams.” With that, the round started. Riyo and I were both fast and nimble, targeting the others weakest spots and trying to find the perfect time to strike and make the team unbalanced. But Enjin and Gris were both strong and kept us steady very well. My eyes shifted down to Enjin. We made eye contact for a second before I smirked, kicking his shoulder to push him over.
“That’s cheating!” Riyo accused.
“There is no cheating! We just have to knock you over!” I felt a weight shift under me. Enjin must have kicked Gris’s feet out from under him because I was underwater before I could realize what happened. I couldn’t help the gasp as I was taken under. Water filled my lungs and the shock made me struggle to find my footing even though the water wasn’t that deep. Strong hands were placed on either side of my ribs and quickly lifted me from the water.
“Hey, you okay?!” Gris’s worried voice filled my ears as I began to cough. He placed his hand on my back.
“I’m good! Water down the wrong pipe.” I managed to choke out through my coughs. I was still smiling regardless of the sting in my throat because despite the small incident, I had a lot of fun. Riyo was at my side next, spewing apologies that I just brushed off. Truly, there was nothing to be sorry about.
Enjin felt that feeling from earlier come back ten fold. It gnawed at him at the sight of Gris helping me. My hand met the older mans shoulder and I smiled, saying something about how I was okay and that they didn’t need to worry. He wished he was the one who helped me. He wanted to fuss over me like that, to make sure I was okay even after such a small incident. Seeing Gris be that person for me right now instead of him filled him with a type of rage that he hadn’t known existed. It was unlike when he was a kid or when he was fighting against raiders. He saw me pull away from the group and began to follow me.
“Hey-“
“I gotta get something to drink. Can you hold that thought?” It wasn’t meant to be mean, but it stung him.
“O-oh, yeah.” He kind of just watched as I made my way back to the shore, chatting with Semiu and Tamsy as I downed a water bottle. Zanka called him over, breaking his concentration and bring him back to reality. He seemed to be zoning out more and more recently.
Eventually, everyone parted. Enjin and I were the last two on the shore in the beach chairs that everyone had set up. Truly, it was hard to focus on my book with the man right next to me. He wore only his swim trunks, showing off his tattoos and chest, and his hair was down and messy from the salt water. Every time I began to get into my book, he shifted in his seat and took my attention back to him. After an hour of trying to read, I gave up and closed the book with a sigh. Enjin peeked one of his eyes open at the sound, watching as I crawled out of my chair and towards the cooler full of snacks and drinks. I was too lazy to get up and walk over. He bit his lip at the sight.
“D’you want a drink?”
“Yeah, grab me a beer?” I didn’t respond, just grabbed the can and leaned backwards till my back hit his legs. Looking up with my head on his thighs, I lifted the beer. There was a moment where he just stared at me as I rested against him. It took all his effort to not get hard at the sight. He took the beer and looked away while taking a sip. His resolve was cracking more and more the longer I stayed between his legs. This was something he didn’t know he was into. Having me sit between his legs where he could always reach me and protect me if need be. I mean, after all, I didn’t have my Jinki with me right now and while he obviously knew I could hold my own without it, just the thought of me using him to keep myself safe really did something to his heart. The last bit of his self restraint vanished when he felt me lean my head more onto his thigh while wrapping an arm around his shin.
“Fuck, (Y/n). I’m sorry. I like you.” It came out before he could stop it. His hand covered his face so he couldn’t see me, but he could feel my muscles tense.
“What?” I turned to look at him, seeing the bright red that covered his neck and ears.
“I like you.” It was quieter this time. I shifted to be facing him before taking his hand in mine and making him look at me. I wasn’t sure what face I was making right now, but whatever it was surprised Enjin.
“Say it again.” He had never seen me look so aw struck before, as if this was the best moment of my life. It gave him a bit more confidence.
“I like yo-“ My lips crashed against his before he could finish. I let go of his hand so I could hold his face with both of mine. There was a moment where he was frozen, eyes wide, as he processed what was happening. As soon as it all clicked, he wrapped his hands securely around my waist and pulled me flushed against his chest. The kiss was warm and exactly what I wished for it to be. Enjin slowly shifted out of his chair till we were both kneeling on the sand. He brought a hand to the back of my head while slowly laying me down. One of my hands laced through his hair while the other moved to the back of his neck.
His body pressed against mine once we were both laying down. We parted for a second to take a few deep breaths. Our eyes met. There were so many unspoken emotions swirling around in them. We just leaned back in, deciding right now wasn’t the time to talk about them. His inked hands began to explore the exposed skin of my body. A small sound escaped my lips. My skin was sensitive to touch to begin with, but it was even worse when his fingers lingered on my lower stomach. I twitched a bit, trying to get away from him.
“Fuck, you’re sensitive even here?” He mumbled on my lips, pulling back just enough to get a good look at me. My hair was partly dry and full of salt water. The swimsuit I wore had shifted a bit during our little make out session, making it obvious what we were doing. I was a little sunburned from all the time in the sun. He looked to where his hand laid against my skin on my lower stomach. God, I had never looked better than I did right now. I nodded at his question, bringing my arm all the way up to fully hook around his neck.
“I’m sensitive where ever you touch me.” With that he crashed his lips to mine again. His hands explored my entire body now. From my neck all the way down to my knees. He only stopped there because that was as far as he could reach without breaking the kiss. He made a note to explore the rest later. He took note of how I twitched under him no matter where he touched. I was telling the truth. I really was sensitive where ever he touched. That only made him more excited.
“I need you.” He mumbled, lips trailing down to my neck. “I’ve needed you for so long. You’re all I’ve thought about.”
“I need you too. Please, Enjin.” The words were pleading and it snapped something in him, making him bite down hard on my neck. The suddenness of it drew a gasp/moan from me. He wanted-no, needed-to hear more of my sounds. His tongue dragged over where he just bit before leaving little kisses. Just as he was about to leave another bite, a voice called out.
“(Y/n)!” Rudo yelled, making the two of us jump and pull apart. The boy was running over with a few of the other teens and kids. We just barley had enough time to make ourselves look normal before they were close enough to actually see us. Enjin had to sit down in his chair again with a towel on his lap, face burning red from embarrassment at being interrupted right now.
“H-hey, what’s up? I thought you guys were gonna be gone longer?” They came up to stand in front of me as I kneeled in the sand with a towel haphazardly thrown around my neck.
“We made sandcastles. You gotta judge which is the best.” He said. There was a sparkle in his wide eyes. He didn’t have the usual wrinkles between his eyebrows. He must have been really excited about this. Dear, Guita, Riyo, Amo, and Fu all stood behind him with equally excited faces. I glanced at Enjin, who wasn’t looking at any of us, before standing up.
“Okay, show me where they are.” The kids cheered and Rudo grabbed my hand before pulling me over to where ever they had been for the last few hours. A small ache weighed on my heart as I glanced at Enjin one last time only to see he was now looking at me too. This was a really bittersweet moment. I wished we didn’t get interrupted because I wanted to continue what Enjin and I were doing, but I have also never seen Rudo look this happy before and I wanted to encourage this behavior from him. He’s still a kid after all. Besides, Enjin and I would have plenty of time together later today.
At least, that’s what I thought. The time seemed to tick by slowly. Dinner eventually came and went, but Enjin seemed to keep his distance from me. I even tried to sit next to him during dinner, but he just sat at the kids table and excused himself first after finishing his food. He wouldn’t even meet my eyes as he passed by me to head outside. I hadn’t seen him since then. It hurt a bit. Maybe he was regretting what he said earlier? Maybe he wished to simply pretend it never happened to begin with. I stood under the shower, unsure what to do. What if he didn’t come back to sleep? Was I a bad kisser? Did he not enjoy it as much as I did? Frustrated tears began to swell up in my eyes and I bit my lip to try and stop them from falling.
The sound of the door caught my attention. I peaked my head out, thinking I imagined it, only to be surprised by the sight of Enjin undressing in the middle of the small room.
“E-Enjin, wait. I’m still showing!” I choked out. He glanced up at me.
“So I can’t join?” There was a second of silence as we just stared at each other before I quickly hid my face behind the curtain. “Is that a yes or a no? I’m gonna need a verbal answer, baby.” His voice was so smooth. It sounded like he was just on the other side of the curtain. That was the only thing separating us right now, separating him from seeing me completely naked.
“Yes, you can.” I spoke. He waisted no time in pulling the curtain to the side and climbing in next to me, quickly pulling in closed.
“Why don’t we pick up where we left off?” His arm wrapped around me and our lips clashed together. I pushed him away just a bit, shocked at his actions. He quickly let go, a confused look on his face. “What? Do you not want to anymore?”
“Wha…I thought you didn’t want to?” He looked even more confused now.
“What gave you that impression?”
“You haven’t talked to me, or even looked at me, since the beach? I though you were regretting it?”
“Huh? Why would I regret that? I couldn’t look at you because I would have jumped you if I did.” We both kind of just stood there for a second, processing what the other had said, before laughing.
“Oh my god, you have no idea how relieved I am that you don’t regret confessing to me.” His arms wrapped back around me.
“You know, you haven’t said you if like me back or not. You can’t keep a man waiting like this.” His lips found the other side of my neck, starting to suck a symmetrical hickie into my skin.
“Maybe if you stopped using me like a chew toy I’d give you an answer.” He pulled back before resting his forehead against mine.
“Well? I’m waiting.” My arms went to his shoulder and hands into his sandy hair.
“I like you too, Enjin.” Our lips met again.
“You have no idea how happy I am to hear that.” His hands drifted from my waist to my thighs, lifting one to wrap around his hips before lifting the other so I would’t have to jump. He pressed my back against the wall, making our chests press together too. A groan fell from his lips as he felt my entire body press against his.
“So are we gonna go out or are we just fuck buddied?” The thought of just being fuck buddied stung me even though I was the one who said it. Though, I knew he was scared of something deeper than that. I didn’t blame him. Our jobs made it hard to comfortably get close to others since we always risked our lived. That plus the little bit of his past that I knew made me feel a bit more okay with the idea of waiting for him to want more than a hookup partner.
“Not a chance in hell we are just fuck buddied. I need all of you and I refuse to share.” He mumbled, pulling back a bit to look me in the eyes. There was so much sincerity and care in them. “But let me take you on a few dates before I ask you out, okay? I gotta court you properly, show you that I can be a good boyfriend and shit.” Those words just made me laugh.
“Ironic since we are about to have sex before our first date. That’s not really something a typical boyfriend would do.”
“I never said anything about typical, and it isn’t sex. I’m gonna make love with you.” That stirred something in me. His lips met mine again, swallowing a moan from his words. I pulled him closer, feeling how hard he was under me. “By the way,” He pulled apart again, loving the way I chased his lips a bit. “Don’t ever get on Gris’s shoulders again. I’ve never felt more jealous than I did seeing his hands on your thighs.” I laughed again.
“Don’t worry, your hands will be the only ones touching my thighs from now on.”
You hate when Enjin does this. You swing your legs beside his body that leans over the window, a cigarette sticking out between his lips. Even has he inhales the smoke, gently blowing it out his face it in the complete opposite direction of yours.
"Just let me try once, Enjin." You huff, punching him softly in the shoulder. He stands tall, looming over you despite sitting on the window. His thick hand presses on your head, ruffling your hair.
"Don't wanna ruin you, baby. Keep your lungs nice and clean." He pauses, understanding the irony of his words. "Well, as clean as they can be down here." Still, his hands drag down to your hips, pressing his cheekbone against your shoulder.
"You can't make fun of me for not knowing if you're not willing to teach me. Isn't that your whole shtick?" You tease him, running your fingers through his hair. He pulls away to take another hit.
"Fuck are you talkin' about?" He grumbles, chuckling. You narrow your eyes, gesturing to his figure.
"You're a teacher, no?" The mischievous smile on your lips doesn't go unnoticed by him. He nods in reply, cautious. "Then teach me!"
"Fuck no." He waves you off, furrowing his brows. You hop off the windowsill with a huff, your boots smacking against the ground. Even as you shuffle on your feel by his bedroom door, Enjin doesn't turn. Not until you speak again,
"Guess I'll have to go find someone else. Maybe Gris or—"
"Alright, enough." He rasps, beckoning you back towards him. Giddily you speed back towards his side, arms encasing his waist. You rest your chin on his chest, watching the edges of his ears twinge red.
"Only one hit. If I find you smoking more, I'm never teaching you shit again. Got it?" He points to your forehead, tapping between your brows. You nod enthusiastically, practically jumping for joy. Enjin circles your wrist, pulling you against his side.
"Easy. Come here." His thumb pats your bottom lip, watching as you obediently part your lips. "Good. Just do what I say, okay?" He places one end between your lips, instructing you.
"Alright, suck on it. And hold the air in yr mouth for a minute." You do exactly that, sucking on the tip of the stick. You can feel the smoke floating around your mouth, coating your tongue with the odd taste of nicotine. You hold it there, eyes blinking up at Enjin.
"Breathe it in, baby." He says, watching as you inhale deeply. Instantly, you're cough and hacking, facing away from him. He pats your back, laughing.
"Easy, baby. Goodness. You're gonna die like that." He finds is amusing though, your eagerness to learn— To be as cool as him. You clutch your chest, Enjin's heavy hand rubbing your upper back.
"You're gonna be okay, doll. Just breathe through it." You're coughing slows down, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. The taste is nasty, you won't lie. You stick out your tongue, making a noise of disgust.
"Why the fuck do you do this shit? It's fucking nasty." You spit out the window. Enjin keeps his hand on your back, enamored with you. He hums softly, shrugging his shoulders.
"Good stress reliever." He watches you stand straight, leaning against his side. His arm slings over your shoulders, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head. "Second to your pussy."
"Shut the fuck up." You smack his ass, hearing his gasp from above.
"You did not." He narrows his eyes down at you, yet the edges of his lips curl up. Your eyes widen as you instantly back into the wall. Your hand reaches out to press against his chest.
"Enjin, no!" You shout, already aware that you've accidentally declared war on the older man.
"Come here, baby. Won't hit 'ya too hard." Yet the way he's wiggling his fingers says otherwise. You run out his room with a roaring scream, begging for help.
"happy father's day," you joked after catching a glimpse of a father's day sign pasted on a window.
you clung to his arm, your sickly-sweet perfume assaulting his senses.
"don't do that," he'd grumble, reluctant to look your way.
he could already predict the pout you'd be wearing on your pretty, glossed lips, not keen on losing his composure in the middle of the mall.
"do what?" you continued, acting blissfully unaware, pushing every last one of his buttons.
"don't be a tease."
"oh come on, you're no fun!" you'd whine, arms crossed across your chest like a petulant child.
"is that so?"
before you knew it, he had you pushed against the wall of a bathroom stall, wrists held together against your back in his larger hand.
his eyes were full of lust and irritation at your defiance, your smug expression ticking him off.
"o-oh my goshh, s-slow down, pleaseee!"
"why would i? i'm no fun, right?" he taunts, picking up the pace despite your pleas, unrelenting thrusts leaving you squirming beneath him.
your nails dug into the muscular flesh of his broad back, feeling him stretch out your swollen cunt.
"think i'd listen to you, brat?"
"n-noo, c'moonn, you know i-i didn't, nghhh, mean-"
"shh, you need your mouth full too now?" he patronized, thumb pressed against your tongue.
your gummy walls clench around his thick length, noises of pleasure muffled by his digit.
"fuckin' hell, squeezin me so tight," he'd groan, hips snapping against yours as he drove himself deeper, tip brushing against your cervix deliciously.
you could tell he was close, movements growing sloppier.
your eyes roll back as you feel your own climax hit you, moans vibrating against the finger stuck in your mouth.
his breathing grew laboured, grunts of ecstacy filling the room, mixing with your soft mewls.
"g'nna fill you up so good." he kept himself buried deep in you, his hot seed coating your sensitive walls.
he pulled out abruptly, watching the creampie drip between your slick-coated thighs.
he smeared the saliva over your parted lips, marvelling in the sight of your fucked-out face.
@spirit-tree-bois says: I was not prepared for this in the slightest... In the best way possible, absolute work of art! So, who wins the round of cards👀👀👀
☆ cw. . . fem!reader, perverted men, modern au, mean!enjin, fantasizing, jerking off using your panties, panty sniffing, exhibitionism, voyuerism, reader is dating enjin but enjin is a show off. ft. gris, bro, and corvus | part one here
"whoever beats me gets to take a pair of her panties home t'night...and i'll make sure to make her cum in them before i hand 'em over. who's in?"
oh, he wasn't lying. enjin would never, ever lie about something like this, not when he could easily see how the three men across from him were practically bursting at the seams of their jeans at the thought of having a piece of you all to themselves if they won this card game.
and low and behold, he did win, just like enjin expected.
"alright, buddy, let me go collect your prize," he hums with a chuckle, grinning like a maniac. he knew his friends were freaks, but to get that competitive over a pair of sticky panties? man, these guys were nasty. "give me 5 minutes with her, and they'll be nice and wet for ya. you other two? eh, maybe next time you'll get lucky, yeah?"
when gris made it back to his apartment, the first thing he did after slamming the door shut was huff the sticky fabric, smushing it against his face.
he didn't care if the slick rubbed off and got on his skin, fuck, if anything he wish it was real, wish it was him rubbing his face all over that pretty cunt.
he's so nasty and he knows it, he doesn't fucking care, as he somehow stumbles into his room, falling onto his knees right in front of the bed as he hungrily drags his tongue against the gusset of your panties, moaning like a slut at the tangy flavor of your cum on his tongue.
"fffuuuck, oh my god, you taste s'fucking good," he rasps, laughing deliriously as his hips start grinding into the side of the bed.
he wishes you could see him right now, see him so destroyed just by the taste of you from fabric. he wonders if you'd be mean like enjin, if you'd tease him for being so desperate he's humping his bed like a dog in heat.
or maybe you'd be the nicer of the two, maybe you'd coo at him, play with his hair, kiss his cheeks before pulling him between your legs like the little angel you are.
"it's okay, gris, don' listen to jin, he's mean," you'd say, all soft and sweet, pretty fingers parting yourself for him to see all of you. "c'mon, don't you wanna taste it from the source?"
it's embarrassing how fast he cums from the thought of you giving him permission to eat you out, permission to put his mouth on you, his nose buried in your panties as he groans your name, ruining his boxers as he twitches, hot cum pouring out of him.
he's so fucking ruined, he doesn't know if he can give these back to you in one piece. and he just knows he's even more fucked when he pulls out his phone after hearing the text notification, just to see enjin sent him a picture, a picture of you with enjin's hand around your neck, hands clawing at his arms as you pout, clearly trying to knock the phone out of his hand.
'poor thing is embarrassed cuz shes creamin on me knowin ur prolly huffin her panties'
and he's right, he's so fucking right, and gris swears he's gone to heaven when he sees it, that thick, frothy ring of white, sticky cream around the base of enjin's cock that's halfway inside of your perfect, absolutely perfect pussy.
'hrry up n come down from ur afterglow man n facetime me so u can see it live ,its so cute her pussy is so loud'
'gris? u there?'
enjin is gonna have to wait, because the mental image of you trying to huff and make noise so the sounds of your poor hole sucking your boyfriend's cock inside are drowned out sent him over the edge again.
poor, poor bro was trembling when enjin dropped the fabric in his hands, looking at it like it was a fragile treasure he had to be mindful not to break. but the worst part?
oh, fuck, the worst part was how enjin purposefully left the bedroom door open, giving bro a perfect view of you trying to catch your breath on the bed. hips up, face down as you trembled, thighs shiny from your slick, the same sticky wetness that soaked the fabric in his hands.
and the way you moaned, it was replaying in his head over, and over, and over again, pleading, begging for enjin to give you something more, that his fingers weren't enough, you needed something thicker in you, jesus—
"go home, man, before you bust in your damn jeans," enjin laughed, smacking him on the back as the poor man burned hot in the face. "don't waste your load, bro. she'll want a nice picture of her panties covered in it."
he's never driven home so fast in his life, couldn't even make it inside. no, the poor man parked in his garage, hurriedly turning off the car and undoing his belt with shaky hands.
"c'mon, c'mon, shit, c'mon..." finally, with a relieved groan, he got his cock out, thick and throbbing from need, a thick bead of precum bubbling out his tip before dripping down the underside...his boxers were absolutely ruined, long, thick strands of the precum he was leaking on the drive home connecting to his lap.
"i-i'm such a mess."
and he is, because he doesn't even hesitate, tucking his jeans and underwear under his balls so he could get a good grip around his dick, fisting himself with your panties in his hand with a wet moan of your name, hips bucking up.
"s-shit, mami, y'so fucking pretty, goddd, i'd...i-i'd fill you up so good, wish i could've helped," comes his pathetic whines, rubbing the crotch of your panties riiiiight on his tip, making sure to soak it with his precum. if only he could cum in them and watch you slide them back up your legs, hear the wet squish of his cum against your pussy...
fuck it, he thought, reaching for his phone, a picture isn't going to be enough, not for her, as he opens up his camera app and slides it to video mode.
now, corvus wanted to knock enjin out cold, he really did. after all, he was bigger than enjin, he could easily do it if he wanted to...because the way he was teasing him was not helping his at all.
"sorry, man, she got a lil' excited when she heard you were the winner, so i had to help calm her down a bit," the dumb, idiotic blonde grinned, not bothering to wipe the wetness that soaked his face off. he was absolutely dripping in you, his shirt soaked from you squirting on him not once, not twice, but three times.
and corvus just stood there, smiling like nothing was wrong.
like he didn't hear you crying out his name instead of enjin's.
like he didn't hear you begging, pleading, "p-please, arkhaaa, make jin stoppp, i-i can't cum anymore, pleeease" as your boyfriend ate you out over those pretty, yellow panties enjin was holding out for him to take...because now?
now he knows how you sound when you cum, screaming his name.
"you are a very, very cruel man, enjin, you should be nicer to her," is all he can manage, voice tight as he snatches the yellow fabric out of his tattooed hands and shoves it in his pocket. and of course, enjin doesn't miss the way his hand stays inside his pocket, knowing corvus' thumb is likely rubbing over the absolutely soaked fabric.
enjin just shrugs, looking him dead in the eye. "she likes it when 'm mean to her." he brings his hand up to his face, catching corvus' attention. his hand is still soaked. he can see you dripping off his fingers. "besides..." two of his fingers slide into his mouth, enjin's eyes fluttering with a moan as your taste coats his tongue. with a wet pop, he pulls them out, tongue swiping over his lips, a movement he watches corvus' eyes follow.
"she's just sad you didn't come in to save her. poor thing's all worried mr. corvus didn't think she sounded good enough for him to come in and see her pussy gettin' played with."
with a rough shove, he's outside of enjin's apartment, shock written all over his face, that put-together facade finally shattered. "better make it up to her, arkha. only a video of her panties wrapped around your dick 's gonna make the poor thing feel better."
enjin slips into the room quiet as ever, that familiar smirk tugging at his lips when he catches you sprawled on the bed with a book in hand.
your legs are bare, panties riding low on your hips, and one of his old oversized shirts hanging loose off your shoulder. the fabric clings just enough to show you skipped the bra tonight, nipples faintly pressing against the cotton.
he doesn’t say a word at first, just climbs onto the mattress behind you, his heat radiating against your skin. he slides his warm palms under the hem of the shirt, starting at your belly.
"you're wearing my shirt again," he mumbles, his voice a low vibration against your ear. "you know i love it when you steal my things, but i love it more when you don't wear anything underneath."
you try to focus on your page, but your breath hitches as his fingertips drift higher, tracing the curve of your ribs. "i'm just relaxing, enjin. go away."
"can't do that doll," he chuckles, his hands finally cupping your plush breasts. he gives a low hum of approval, squeezing them firmly before his thumbs start brushing over your nipples. "god, you're so soft. why the hell do you even wear a bra? you should just stay like this for me every night."
he pinches your nipples gently, rolling them between his fingers until you're arching your back into him, the book completely forgotten. "stop it," you moan, though you're leaning back into his chest. "you're such a menace."
"a menace who knows exactly how to make you leak," he whispers, giving your breasts one last hard squeeze that makes you gasp.
as you turn around to give him a playful swat, he just beams at you. "oh come on doll, dont be mad! you can touch my titties too" he says with that dumbass grin, already yanking his shirt off over his head and tossing it aside, fully tattooed chest on full display as he waits for your hands.
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NSFW (18+) — enjin loves when you play with his hair
enjin loves your hands—the softness of your fingers interlaced against his, warmth of your palm on his cheek when you’d pepper his face with kisses...and oh, he especially loved the sharp drag of your nails against the dark swirls of black and red on the contours of his back.
but what he loved the most was the feeling of your fingers carding through the short strands of his hair, scratching all over his scalp and the undercut below.
he was shameless, resting his head in your lap anytime, in any place—larger hands wrapping around your wrists to bring your hands to his hair, nuzzling into your touch like he was a six-foot something tabby cat.
you knew how much he loved it, knew all the secret spots that made him shiver underneath you, light pull on his hair drawing out the most delicious sounds from him.
and don’t get me started about when it was finally just the two of you, same pretty head of hair now nestled tight between the thickness of your thighs—eyes fluttering a little as he pressed two thick tattooed fingers into your slick walls, other hand squeezing at the fat of your ass.
you pulled at the front of his hairline, fingertips pressing against his scalp before tugging at the roots, soft groan vibrating right through you.
“look at me.” you murmured, pulling a little more to tip his head upwards, amber eyes lazy and lidded as he licked your slick off his lips.
“m’lookin…” his head dipped back down to bite your inner thigh, eyes flicking back up to watch your reaction, light shiver running through you.
“you like it when i play with your hair?” your hand traced back down over the small scar near his temple, pads of your fingertips passing over the smooth skin.
he hummed into your thigh, pressing a kiss into the crease where your leg met your pelvis.
“y’know i love it.”
you smiled. “still. it’s nice to hear…”
“you know what i like to hear?” he mused, lips curving up in a smile against your thigh before bringing his lips back up to your glistening pussy, tongue dragging up from your fluttering entrance to the tight bundle of nerves, pointing the tip of his tongue to draw little circles that made you twitch underneath him—grip on his hair getting even tighter in what was essentially becoming a positive feedback loop, drawn out groan vibrating against you causing you to whine in response. the two of you were feeding into each other, his mouth now fully slobbering over your clit, your fingernails tickling at the base of his head.
“m-moreeeeee!” you whined, choked sob caught in your throat as his fingers reentered your slick walls, drag of them pressing right up against your sweetspot making you feel so full.
he pulled away for a moment, fingers still pressing up inside of you. “now let me ask you another question."
"...you like it when i play with your pussy?”
and he curled his fingers against that gooey spot on your walls even more, eyes rolling back in response.
he clicked his tongue. “thought as much.”
then he dipped his head back down, lips puckering before letting out a wet splash of saliva—sloppy mixture of long, messy kisses and harsh suckles alongside his fingers bringing you closer and closer to the edge, broken groan into your heat only making the feeling of his mouth even more intense.
“wait m’gonna—"
his fingers sped up, one last lick before you drenched the lower half of his face with your slick, another hand moving to press down on your stomach to hold you still—mouth still glued over your clit, drawing out every last drop from you until your legs were left shaking underneath him.
eventually you lightly pushed his head back. “enough…”
he leaned back, head still leaning against your inner thigh as you continued to play with his hair.
“wait, go back to that spot…” he mumbled.
you pinched his ear in reprimand and the perverted fucker had the audacity to moan.
“so greedy,” you tutted.
then you went back to scratch at that spot. because you wanted to.
