Content: boxing!au, afab!reader (she/her used), pro boxer!enjin, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, p in v, switch!reader, switch!enjin??, men whimpering.
Pairing: enjin x reader, rudo x big sister!reader
A/N: i haven’t written fanfiction for about a decade and i have NEVER written smut, but something about gachiakuta brought it out of me. I felt things for enjin in the first moment he appeared on-screen and i couldn’t rest until i’d written this. This has only lightly been proofread and I have only watched the anime this week, which is my excuse when inevitably there’s a typo/someone is OOC - you’ll have to forgive me for my sins. Xoxo, Bron.
The building was intimidating, for sure. You checked the text from your dad for the tenth time - you were definitely in the right industrial park, and the spray painted numbers on the side of the warehouse clearly said A6. In bright red, unmistakably. With a sigh, you slung your bag over your shoulder and got out of the car, following your dad’s instructions round the corner to where he claimed the door was.
It was already open, the sound of gloves smacking padding audible even from a distance as you stepped into the dimly lit gym. This excursion was the result of your dad’s latest plot to help release some of your little brother’s pent up emotional issues - boxing. And your first task now that you’ve finished your Master’s and come home was picking him up after his session, with the added bonus of surprising him with your triumphant return.
Rudo stood with a group of kids in the far corner, listening to instructions that you couldn’t pick up over the noise of the other patrons. There was a collection of chairs forming a makeshift waiting room near where you stood. Rusted hinges squealed as you sat.
A voice interrupted your scrolling as you passed the time. ‘You okay there? Need any help?’ A blond man appeared in front of you, wearing a t-shirt featuring the gym’s logo and a saccharine customer service smile planted on his face. Your clothes didn’t exactly place you as their typical clientele.
‘Oh! I’m good, thank you,’ You replied, motioning vaguely in Rudo’s direction with your free hand. ‘Just waiting for my brother to finish up.’
The man squinted over to where you’d gestured and then back at you, his smile more genuine now that you were contextualised against a familiar face. ‘You must be Rudo’s famous older sister!’ His voice was dripping with amusement.
You blinked. ‘I’m famous?’
‘For sure. Don’t tell the kid, he’ll be embarrassed I said anything, but he talks about you a lot.’ He stuck out a hand for you to shake. ‘I’m Gris, one of his coaches.’
His palm was firm and calloused. ‘Always nice to meet a fan,’ You said lightly, and he laughed.
‘They’re about to wrap up for the day, but Rudo actually had one more bout before the end of the session. Want to come watch?’
You shudder jokingly. ‘I won’t see him get knocked out, right?’
‘Only if he really messes up.’ You trailed Gris past various boxing rings and pieces of equipment to the mats where Rudo and another boy were facing one another, fists already up and defending their faces. The other coach blew a whistle, prompting the boys to bump gloves before their guards snapped back into position and they began to circle and jab at one another.
‘The other guy is Zanka,’ Gris said, learning down to talk to you so as not to distract the fighters. Although, with the way the rest of the group was shouting and goading, you weren’t sure his discretion was necessary. ‘He’s a good kid, and a good match for Rudo too, but they can really get under one another’s skin. Their fights can -‘ He was cut off by the sound of glove hitting flesh and Rudo staggered back, his face twisted into a snarl. You tried to avoid a real flinch, and then couldn’t contain a laugh when he dives at Zanka, knocking both of them to the floor in a pile of flailing, lanky adolescent limbs.
Gris sighed. ‘Their fights can end up like that.’ The other kids cheer and egg on the boxing match turned street fight. You chuckle at the grimace on Gris’s face. ‘Not the best demonstration of our teaching.’
A gravelly voice cut above the clamouring. ‘Alright, easy, easy - I think that’s enough for today.’ The other coach disentangled the two boys from other another, holding Rudo back by his collar as he continued to spit and hiss like an angry cat. ‘Good job kiddos. Let’s break for the day and avoid any more casualties. Go grab your bags.’
The observing students swarm over to a pile of backpacks heaved against the warehouse wall, joined by Zanka. Your excitement at seeing Rudo became too much to contain, and you head over to him. The tall coach was trying to tell him something, and you think he maybe said something to you too, but you were too distracted by crushing your baby brother in your arms. He squirmed for a moment before realising it was you, and then he twisted to reciprocate the bear hug.
‘What are you doing here?!’ He tried to ask, his voice muffled by the fabric of your coat.
You release him from your clutches, keeping your hands on his skinny shoulders to hold him in place as you take a look at his cheek where Zanka’s cross had hit home. It was already reddened, and you rub at it carefully as he whined at the attention.
‘My course is done,’ You say cheerily, continuing your onslaught of affection. ‘And Dad has that business trip, so I’m home and I have you aaaaall to myself!’ His struggling is half hearted; despite his pubescent standoffishness, you knew he’d missed the rib-cracking way you hugged him.
The presence of an adult other than Regto permitted in Rudo’s personal space without being scowled at drew the attention of the other kids, who flocked around you.
‘Woah, Rudo, is this your sister? Hey girl!’ A cute redhead waved at you, and you mentally filed a note to harass Rudo in the car until he told you why he was blushing so much. He managed to wriggle out of your grasp and you watched on fondly as he spoke to the others and went to grab his bag.
A sigh from beside you pulled your gaze from your brother. The tall coach was stood beside you, running a hand through his dirty blond hair. Your eyes caught on the tattoos that snaked above his collar for a brief moment.
‘Oh my goodness I’m so sorry for interrupting!’ You gasp, remembering that he’d been speaking to Rudo when you’d barged in. ‘I just haven’t seen him in so long, I got overexcited.’ You smile bashfully.
‘No worries, ma,’ His voice was even nicer up close. And were those dimples? ‘We’ve all heard enough about you, it’s nice to put a face to a name. I’m Enjin.’
Rudo sloped back to your side, backpack in hand, accompanied by Zanka and the redheaded girl. ‘Guess you don’t need a ride home today,’ Enjin grinned at your brother, who stood as close as he could to you without looking uncool in front of his friends.
‘Nope,’ Rudo said, looking as cheerful as he could without unleashing one of his terrifying attempts at a smile. He looked up at you. ‘I usually ride with Riyo and Zanka,’ He explains to you. ‘If Enjin ever tries to drive you anywhere, do not say yes. That asshole drives like an idiot.’
‘Language!’ You scold, trying not to laugh. You look up at the coach. ‘Are you really that bad?’
‘None of them are dead yet,’ He shrugs. ‘And just for that, you’re not getting driven home ever again you little bastard.’ He glares at Rudo, a layer of mirth evident behind his words. Gris joins your group, having shepherded the other kids to their parents.
‘Please don’t call the students bastards,’ He sighed, earning a laugh. ‘Nice work today kids. See you next week?’
Rudo chucked his bag into the backseat to join yours as you pull out of the industrial park and back home. ‘So, were you surprised?’ You ask gleefully.
‘I can’t believe Regto didn’t tell me you were coming home,’ He grouched, slumping in his seat. ‘If I’d known you were picking me up I definitely wouldn’t have let Zanka hit me in the face.’
‘I can’t believe Dad lets you call him by his first name. You probably shouldn’t let Zanka hit you in the face anyway,’ You say, ignoring his grumbling in response. ‘They all seem nice though - Gris was cool, and that girl - Riyo? - she seemed sweet.’ You watch his reaction out of the corner of your eye, smiling to yourself at the flush that appeared on your brother’s face at the name.
‘Just ok? Dad said he signed you up for anger management, is it working?’ It was well within your rights as an older sister to be nosy, you’d decided that a long time ago.
‘I guess… Gris is our usual coach, ‘n he’ll pull me aside to talk if he thinks I’m getting too riled up. Enjin just calls me a natural, mostly.’
‘What, he’s going to make you into a professional fighter?’
This seems to light Rudo up. ‘Yeah - well - he’s a pro, and he said that I could come to one of his fights one day and see how it all works. He says I’ve got a lot of potential and maybe once I’m older he’ll introduce me to his coach to see if I’ve got what it takes.’ He puffs up his chest in pride, and you whistle lowly.
‘Sounds good to me, so long as I don’t have to watch you get beat up. You’d better get good enough that I can just watch you win, ‘kay?’ Rudo nods enthusiastically in response. ‘Anyway, I’m glad. It’s nice to see you get amped up about something.’ You park the car outside your house and reach across to squish your cheek against Rudo’s as he half-heartedly struggles against your hold. ‘My wittle baby, you’re all grown up!’
The next week, you were back in the warehouse waiting for a different pair of teenagers to try to beat each other up before the end of their practice. You waved at Rudo from the waiting area, and he jerked his chin up in a ‘too cool for you’ nod of recognition. A sigh escaped you, and you rest your chin in your hand. Where did your sweet baby brother go, the one who would beg you to pick him up and knock on your bedroom door when he had nightmares? Sure, he was five at the time, but still!
‘Hey again,’ Enjin called over to you, and you look over to see him approaching from the direction of the gym equipment set up against the opposite wall from where Rudo’s session was.
‘Do you not have coaching to do today?’ You ask as he sits beside you.
‘Nah, Gris’s got them today. I only help out every now and then. Got my own practice to do,’ He says with a cocky smirk.
‘Rudo mentioned that you were a professional,’ You say absentmindedly, your eyes returning to the sparring match in the corner.
‘So you were talking about me?’
‘Rudo was,’ You correct. ‘He told me you said he could come watch you fight.’
’Can’t blame a guy for hoping it was you. Yeah, I fight for a living. ‘N do some coaching here and there, for fun.’ He replies, stretching his legs out long in front of him. ‘I do have a fight coming up - I’ll have to check if under eighteens are allowed before I make any promises though.’
You hum thoughtfully, and a beat of silence passes between you.
‘Are you going to be picking him up from now on?’ Enjin asks suddenly, nodding in Rudo’s direction. You look up at him, quirking a brow.
‘Yeah, I think so. Dad‘s on a business trip for a few weeks, and I still need to find a job.’ You shrug. ‘Might as well be on taxi duty, it gives me something to do.’
Enjin dug into his pocket for his phone. ‘In that case,’ He held it out to you, a ‘new contact’ page already pulled up. ‘For emergency contact purposes.’ You’re certain that your expression reflects your disbelief, because Enjin flashes you his most innocent smile. Until his dimples were on show you thought you’d be able to resist. Damn it.
Your fingers brushed against his as you took the phone, and you swallowed the butterflies that swarmed in your stomach. Crushing on Rudo’s coach was out of the question, even if he was stunning. After tapping in your name and number, you returned the device and watched as he checked the information.
‘No emojis? Nicknames? Contact picture? Full government name only?’ His cute smile turned into a pout.
‘You need emojis for an emergency contact?’
’You could’ve at least left off your last name. I’ll remember who you are. Hold on,’ Enjin said, leaning closer to you. You basically stop breathing as he rests his chin on your shoulder, and then - click! He settles back into his own seat, looking at the picture he’d taken of the two of you.
‘Perfect,’ He said, turning the phone to show you the pixelated blush on your cheeks and his Cheshire Cat grin. ‘I’ll get you to add the emojis later.’
The sound of Rudo calling your name snaps you back to reality. He’s heading in your direction, backpack in hand. ‘Asshole, I swear if you were hitting on my sister -’
Enjin stands from his spot beside you, ruffling Rudo’s hair. Your eyes skim the tattoos that adorn his forearms and hands, noting where they disappear under his shirt. ‘I wouldn’t do that without asking your permission, Rudo my man,’ Enjin reassures him. ‘I was just getting her to give me her number so I can let her know once I’ve got you tickets for my fight this week.’
‘Seriously?!’ The annoyance that had been emanating from Rudo transformed in an instant into glee. You groan internally. Enjin knew exactly what buttons to press - you thought he wasn’t going to mention it unless he was sure Rudo could go, and now if he couldn’t you’d never hear the end of it.
enjin [20:04]: tickets.pdf
enjin [20:04]: no need to thank me 💪🏻
you [21:16]: just showed R - he’s excited :)
enjin [21:17]: there’s one for u too ;)
enjin [21:17]: if ur free
you [21:25]: yeah i’ll come
you [21:26]: under 18s need an adult chaperone so
enjin [21:27]: i always work better w a pretty girl watching ;)
enjin [21:45]: sad.gif
you [21:47]: goodnight enjin
enjin [21:47]: happy.gif
Every day felt the same without the rhythm of lectures and dissertation writing, but even you couldn’t forget what day it was this week. Rudo started every day by reminding you how many hours there were before Enjin’s fight, and today was the day.
He’d gone as far as to try and convince you he didn’t need to go to school - ‘What if I don’t make it home in time?’ - but you’d managed to persuade him by promising to pick him and his friends up to make sure they weren’t late to the fight. Part of your promise meant that you were now responsible for Rudo, Zanka, and Riyo, and you hadn’t decided yet if you regret that choice as they bickered and yelled in the backseat.
Gris had assured you that this wasn’t an event that you needed to dress up for, so you didn’t have to manipulate either Rudo or yourself into formal attire. He’d also agreed to come with you so you weren’t alone with Enjin’s starstruck pupils for the whole evening. Although you liked the kids, you were glad that you’d have another adult to chat with while they got high on sugar.
Enjin had managed to hook you all up with premium seats, and you were eye-level with the ring as you shuffled into the row with your arms full of snacks for Rudo. He had a similar stash, and was already asking if he could get a Minute Maid lemon sorbet later. You shot a desperate ‘help me’ look over his head at Gris, who just laughed at your predicament. So much for having someone in your corner.
‘Not a fan?’ Gris asked when he noticed your disinterest in the opening bouts. Rudo and Riyo were already howling in excitement at the fighters, heckling them ruthlessly. You were desperately ignoring Rudo’s language, trying to maintain your ‘cool big sister’ image.
‘No,’ You reply, glancing over to where one guy was having his face mashed in by another. ‘I can understand why it would be fun to do the fighting, but I don’t really get the appeal of watching people beat each other up. And I don’t understand the scoring.’ You see Gris open his mouth to explain, and you hold up a hand to stop him. ‘Rudo already tried.’
‘I can understand that,’ Gris said. ‘It can be kind of gratuitous sometimes, but when you’re watching a real master of their craft it’s a lot more fun than -‘ He motioned at the ring. ‘- this.’
During the intermission between the openers and Enjin’s fight you hand over your (dad’s) credit card to Rudo to restock on snacks. There were serious conversations to be had with your father about the kid’s sweet tooth and making sure he ate enough vegetables, but for now you were just glad he was having fun.
The kids tumble back into their seats just as the announcer’s voice booms over the speakers, shouting the names of the main event fighters. Even in this relatively small space, the roars from the assembled crowd were nearly deafening. The last fighters barely registered to you, but as soon as Enjin appeared you couldn’t shift your attention from the ring. His tattoos were on full display, a pair of dark red shorts slung low on his hips and accentuating the harsh lines of ink. He stretched his arms across his chest and bounced from foot to foot as the introductions were made. The opponent may as well not even have been there for all you cared.
‘You can see it already, can’t you?’ Gris said from beside you. You jump, embarrassed at being caught staring. ‘He’s one of the good ones, you can tell as soon as he steps up that he’s got fighting in his bones.’
‘Yeah,’ You breathe. It was definitely his fighting prowess that you were noticing. One hundred percent.
Even Zanka had joined in on the raucous cheering from the rest of your party, which in the brief time you’d known him was a surprise to you. The three teenagers shouted louder than the rest of the spectators as the fight started.
‘KILL THAT GUY ENJIN! HELL YEAH!’ You’d be having words with Rudo for that one later.
The fight was over within half an hour, but you’d been glued to the edge of your seat the whole time. Enjin’s movements were fluid and seamless; his opponent could barely get close to him, although he did land a few solid blows which made you wince, and made the rest of your row scream even louder. The sight of their coach’s blood clearly turned them into baying hellhounds.
Even with your lack of knowledge of the scoring system, you could tell before it was announced that Enjin was the victor. He’d landed flurries of quick, perfect hits to his opponent, and knocked him to the floor more than once. It was like Gris had said: watching a real master was hypnotising compared to the opening rounds. Rudo and his friends went wild when the referee lifted Enjin’s arm, and were barely calm by the time the fighters had left the ring and the lights came up to guide people to the exits.
Your phone pinged! in your pocket, and you glanced at the notification.
enjin [22:29]: impressed yet?
you [22:29]: not as much as rudo
you [22:30]: u were great :) how’s ur face?
enjin [22:31]: wanna come to the greenrooms and check on me?
enjin [22:31]: [location] you can bring the kiddos
Gris knew the way to the backstage area and led your party to Enjin’s greenroom. As one of the headline names he was given his own space, complete with seating area and en-suite bathroom. The kids tore in like a hurricane, circling Enjin and talking his ear off about how cool he’d looked. Thankfully for you he’d put a shirt on, so you could look at him without feeling like you were going to hell.
Twenty minutes after entering the room, Rudo, Riyo, and Zanka were all conked out on the couch.
‘I think it was all the excitement,’ Gris whispered to you.
‘And maybe the sugar.’ You supply.
‘I’ll take that as my sign to go,’ Gris said, standing up from where he had been sat between you and Enjin on the other couch. ‘You need help getting them back home?’
‘Nah man, I can help her out.’
‘No, I’m good.’
You and Enjin speak in unison.
‘Suit yourselves,’ Gris chuckled. ‘See you next week.’
You mutter your goodbyes, waving as he heads out. The couch was deviously comfortable, you could see how the kids had fallen asleep so suddenly.
‘Did you really have fun?’ Enjin asked, his voice low and rough.
You look over at him, without the buffer of Gris in the middle. ‘Y’know, I thought I wouldn’t. But I actually enjoyed tonight.’ A relieved, exhausted smile blossomed on Enjin’s face, his cheeks dimpling. ‘You did good, champ,’ You say playfully.
Now that you had a better view of his face, you could see how the couple of punches that had landed on him were already purpling into some nasty bruises. There was a cut on his cheekbone and a split on his lip that looked especially painful, with fresh blood on his mouth where the wound had reopened when he smiled.
‘I’m glad. Told you I fight better when there’s a pretty girl watching.’ He looked over at the other sofa fondly. ‘I didn’t want to let them down either.’
‘Have you cleaned up your face yet?’ You ask, brows furrowed.
‘Oh,’ Enjin touched the back of his hand to his lip. ‘Shit, am I bleeding again?’
‘Is there a first aid kit in here?’
‘In the bathroom,’ He replies, wiping at his lip roughly.
‘Come with me, you can’t just be bleeding everywhere.’
Enjin sat on the bathroom counter, first aid kit open beside him. You rooted through it for a moment, pulling out some alcohol wipes and cotton pads. The wipes were promptly ripped from their foil packets. You stood in between Enjin’s thighs, hand on his cheek to hold his face still as you examined the cut on his cheekbone. Gingerly, you dabbed at it and he hissed at the cool sting of the alcohol.
‘Don’t be a baby,’ You murmur, concentrating on your movements.
‘Not as much as getting punched in the face,’ You bite back.
He plays idly with the hem of your t-shirt as you work. Once the cut was clean enough to satisfy you, you moved onto his lip with a new wipe to clean away the streaks of blood that were drying on his skin. It felt surprisingly soft under your ministrations, and you steer your mind away from wondering how his lips would feel against your own. It didn’t help in the slightest that the bright lights and movement earlier meant the gel he usually used to slick his hair back had loosened its hold, and it now fell into his eyes in a way that was absolutely devastating.
‘Don’t smile or you’ll reopen it,’ You instruct.
The corners of his mouth crook up slightly. ‘I’ll try my best, ma.’
Now that they were clean and dry, you searched through the first aid kit once more for a bandage. At the bottom of the main compartment, forgotten in a corner, was a single Hello Kitty band-aid. You snicker slightly.
‘What?’ Enjin asked, trying to see what you were giggling at.
You rip open the package and gently smooth the plaster over the cut on his cheek, making sure that it was stuck properly before stepping back. The sight of a bright pink plaster on the cheekbone of this six foot three fighter made you laugh again, and almost made you forget how it felt to have the heat of his body so close to your own.
‘Hang on,’ You say, pulling your phone out. ‘My turn to get a contact photo.’ You snap a photo, making sure the Hello Kitty logo was in full view, and then give him the thumbs up to allow him to move again.
‘What have you done to me, woman,’ He grumbled, getting off the counter and turning to look in the mirror. ‘Oh, very nice. Classy, even.’
‘I think you look cute,’ You supply, shrugging.
‘Well then, I’ll leave it where it is.’ He faces you again, leaning back against the counter. ‘Y’know, I feel like my treatment isn’t done.’
‘Did I miss something? Do you have another cut?’ You crane to check his face.
‘You gotta kiss it better, nurse,’ Enjin’s voice was smooth as butter, and you pause. ‘C’mon, I won’t get better otherwise.’
‘You’re the worst patient I’ve ever had.’
‘D’you not want me to get better?’ His pout, along with the bruises blooming on his skin, were persuasive.
‘Lean down,’ You sigh, and he slouches so you could reach his face. Ever so softly you place a kiss onto the band-aid. ‘All better.’
’What about this one?’ He points at his lip, and if he hadn’t already been hit once tonight you would’ve done it yourself. You bite your own lip, looking between his mouth and his eyes for a second too long. He reaches out to touch you, pulling you closer. The joking tone had completely disappeared now that his lips were hovering over your own, waiting for you to close the gap.
Rudo calls your name from the next room. ‘Have we been abandoned?’ You hear him say, sleep still thick in his voice.
You jolt out of Enjin’s hold, opening the bathroom door. ‘Hey, bud. You ready to go home?’
Riyo was rubbing at her eyes sleepily and Zanka yawned from his spot curled in the corner of the couch. You grab your coat from the back of a chair and pick up your handbag, Enjin sloping out of the bathroom after you to say his goodbyes to the kids. The look he gave you as you herded them out the door and towards the exit was dark and charged with what had just passed between you.
They all fell asleep again in the car on the way home, and you just about manage to ferry all three teens into the house and onto their already-rolled out sleeping bags in the living room before you settle yourself into bed.
You check your phone one last time, and see a notification from Enjin. Opening it, you see a picture of him in - you assume his own - bed, hair wet and tousled, Hello Kitty band-aid still in place.
enjin [01:50]: feeling better already
enjin [01:50]: best nurse ever
you [02:01]: ❤︎
you [02:01]: get some sleep, doctor’s orders
enjin [02:03]: yes ma’am
enjin [02:03]: goodnight, pretty girl
You should’ve gone to bed hours ago. Nothing good could happen at this time of night, and yet the glowing screen in your hand had you convinced that what was more important than rest was finding out what happened to this stray dog someone had found on the side of the road. Part 16 was particularly riveting. You could hear Rudo snoring through the wall, and tossed once again in your bed.
enjin [00:34]: wyd
you [00:34]: ew are we back in college or smthn
you [00:35]: im not sending any pics
enjin [00:35]: :(
enjin [00:36]: fr i just finished practice
enjin [00:36]: wanna come get ice cream
you [00:38]: its nearly 1am u lunatic
enjin [00:38]: exactly
enjin [00:39]: come get in the car
A peek out the window reveals that Enjin’s Jeep was in fact parked on the curb outside your house. You can’t help the giddy smile that tugs at your mouth as you get out of bed and put on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie over your pajamas. Avoiding the creaky spots on the stairs, you tiptoe to the door to avoid waking Rudo and slip a pair of trainers on, grabbing your keys and wallet from a bowl on the windowsill and click the door open. You hadn’t tried sneaking out since you were about 16 - it was still fun.
Enjin had turned the speakers in his car down so when you opened the door it didn’t blast out onto the street. The Jeep was warm and you sunk into the seat with a sigh.
‘How’d you know I was awake?’ You ask as Enjin peeled away from your house.
‘Lucky guess?’ He supplied with a smirk.
‘Your practice finished late,’ You comment, looking out the windscreen at the streetlights as you streaked past them.
He huffed out a laugh. ‘Yeah. There’s a big fight coming up ‘n my coach is working me to the bone to prepare for it.’ The tyres of the Jeep squeal around a corner and he parked in a nearly-empty lot. ‘I’ve been coming here since he first started training me after really hard sessions.’
The ice cream parlour was squished between two closed stores, the lights glowing and warm in the darkness. Signs on the counter proclaimed that all the flavours were made locally and suggested by customers. ‘Any flavours you want to see? Put your completed form in the box on the till and it may be chosen!’
Despite your protests, Enjin insists on paying for your treat. ‘I’m the one who dragged you out here in the dead of night, ma,’ He chuckled, leading you to a couple of armchairs in the back of the shop. ‘It’s the least I can do.’
‘Thank you,’ You say quietly, curling into one of the armchairs and diving into your flavour choices. ‘Oh my god this is amazing.’
‘Right?’ You could feel his golden eyes fixed on you from his chair. ‘Makes me feel much better about being tortured for three hours.’
You glance up at him, assessing his face under the lights. ‘That reminds me, how’re your cuts healing?’
His lip looked good as new, and he turned to one side to let you see the cut on his cheekbone nearly completely healed, the bruises that had accompanied it now faded to a light green. ‘Not the worst I’ve ever had, don’t worry your pretty head about it.’
You snort at his attempts at flirting.
‘It was nice to have you taking care of me though, wouldn’t mind having that more often.’ He hummed, spooning ice cream into his mouth.
‘Do you bring all the girls here and butter them up with ice cream and compliments about their medical skills?’
‘Nah, just you. Don’t want to blow up my favourite spot.’
You pause for a moment, spoon halfway to your mouth and your heart giving an uncomfortable kick against your ribcage. ‘Really?’
‘Mhm. I like your company.’ His broad shoulders raise in a shrug, looking anywhere but you.
‘Aw, Jinnie,’ You lean forward with an impish smile ‘I feel special.’
Was it just you, or were his cheeks flushing? ‘Yeah, yeah. Don’t make too much of a deal of it or I won’t bring you back.’
‘You can’t give a girl ice cream like this and then never bring her back,’ You complain, waving your little spoon at him admonishingly.
‘Try me,’ He teased. Quicker than you could react to, he scooped up a bite from your bowl and tasted it. ‘Hey, good choice.’
‘What the hell?’ You frown. ‘Now you have to give me some of yours.’
‘Anything you want, mama.’ A spoonful of Lemon Cookie appeared in front of you and you glare up at him. ‘Say aaaah!’
‘This is so degrading,’ You grumble before opening your mouth. It was tasty though. How many times were you going to be fed ice cream by someone that looked like him, anyway? You’d survive the embarrassment of being hand-fed.
Bowls scraped clean, you relax into the armchair. Enjin stood from his spot and stretched his arms overhead, reminding you just how big he was.
‘Let’s get you home,’ He said, and you can’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment at the thought of the night ending. It seemed to you that he felt the same; the drive back felt slower than how he’d torn down the midnight streets to the parlour.
‘You’re not that bad a driver,’ You say thoughtfully. ‘Rudo was exaggerating.’
‘Gotta drive carefully when there’s precious cargo on board. He’s a lot younger than you, right?’
You hum in agreement. ‘He was four when Dad adopted him. I had just turned fourteen, so theres just about a decade between us.’
‘Oh my God he was so cute,’ You just about squeal thinking about his sweet face. ‘He had those big eyes, and he was so quiet.’
‘Are you sure we’re talking about the same Rudo?’ Enjin laughs.
‘I’ll find some pictures of him to show you next time,’ You say, giggling. ‘’N because he’s so much younger, even with Dad around it means I feel like a combination of mom and sister in one.’ You pretend to wipe tears away. ‘He’ll always be my little baby.’
‘He’s got a lot of potential,’ Enjin said. ‘Sure, he gets mad sometimes but you can tell the kid has a heart of gold.’
You turn to him, face lit up with joy. ‘I’m so glad someone else sees it to - he’s pretty misunderstood at school. It’s been really nice to see him find his place with you guys, y’know?’
‘That means you’ve got a place with us too,’ Enjin said, making you flush at his forwardness. ‘He mentioned that all your friends are back where you were at uni - but you’re welcome to come and hang with us anytime. My friends and I, that is - I can introduce you to them.’
‘That’d be nice.’ You notice that you hadn’t moved in a while - he’d already pulled up outside your front door. ‘Ah - sorry. I got distracted.’ You laugh at yourself lightly.
‘It was good to see you, angel,’ Enjin’s voice sent goosebumps across your skin.
‘Yeah, thanks for the ice cream,’ You reply, your own voice coming out breathier than you’d intended. ‘See you.’
Crashing back into bed, you buried your face into your pillow and tried desperately not to wake Rudo by screaming. Your head spun with images of tattoos and golden eyes as you dropped off to sleep.
It was nearly impossible to believe that your friend had managed to convince you to go to the club over the phone. Her powers of persuasion were remarkable. You’d explained the situation with Enjin (the situation being that he was a big sexy man who you’d almost kissed, and now he kept inviting you places but you were certain they weren’t dates, he was just looking out for you because you were Rudo’s sister), and his text the night before inviting you out with him and his friends. She was astounded that you’d considered not going.
-Just because I’m not there doesn’t give you an excuse to turn into a granny - you’re still young!-
And now here you are. Lights flashing over the crowd of bodies, music so loud you could feel the floor vibrating with the beat. The bar was sticky under your hands as you shouted your order over the noise to the bartender, who sloshed liquid into two cups, some splashing onto the bar, and placed them in front of you while you tapped your card. That explains the sticky counters.
The crowd didn’t stop you from getting back to where you’d left Semiu, who’d been introduced to you by Enjin earlier in the night. You’d become fast friends, drank a few cocktails together at the pub you’d all met at before making your way to your destination, and she’d dragged you onto the dance floor with her as soon as you’d gotten into the club. She took one of the cups from you and you clinked the plastic together before tossing back whatever shot you’d managed to order. The liquid burned in your chest, the warmth spreading quickly.
‘I’ll get the next round,’ Semiu leaned close to speak to you, before grabbing your wrist and guiding the two of you back into the middle of the crush.
You could feel the alcohol working its magic as your limbs loosened. Semiu picked a spot right in the centre of the dance floor, with just enough space for the two of you to move with the beat. The swells and ebbs of the people pushing around you would’ve ordinarily irritated you, but in your current tipsy haze it just felt fun.
Semiu leaned into you, shouting. ‘I’m going to grab us another drink, you okay here?’
You flash her a thumbs up, and she pushes towards the bar as you continue to dance. A hand on your waist snapped you out of your reverie, and you turn slightly to look at the man behind you. Dark hair, nice eyes, nose piercing - yeah, this is just fine, you hummed to yourself, leaning into his touch.
‘You lookin’ this good all by yourself?’ His voice in your ear sends a shiver down your spine.
‘Not anymore,’ You smile at him over your shoulder, looking up through your lashes. Your hand covers his, and you try to ignore the sudden image of the tattoos your drunken mind had conjured. Semiu touched your upper arm lightly and you reach out for your drink. The cup felt much heavier than the shot you were expecting and you break away from your new pal to take a sip, looking over to thank Semiu.
Your mouth goes dry. Not Semiu. Definitely not Semiu. Enjin’s jaw was firmly clenched, the muscle ticking, even through your alcohol muddled mind you could tell he was pissed. The guy lifted his head from the crook of your neck and followed your gaze to Enjin’s face, dropping his grip on your waist like you were on fire.
‘Oh, shit. Sorry dude,’ Mystery man melted back into the crowd, not giving you another look.
You glare at Enjin, ignoring the way that the strobe lights flashing over his face emphasise his jawline, and the thoughts that fact brings to your mind. ‘What the hell?’ You whine. ‘Do you know how hard it is to pull when you live with your dad?!’
‘Nah, pretty girl, he was busted. You deserve better than that, I needed to save you from yourself,’ Enjin said, his irritation drained now that the guy was gone.
‘He was not! Was he?’ Now that he was lost in the crowd, you couldn’t re-analyse his face. Maybe the lip piercing had fooled you.
‘I would never lie to you.’ Enjin placed a hand over his heart teasingly. ‘Semiu came by our booth and sent me to come get you, you wanna join?’
You think for a moment, the earlier drinks making your head spin. ‘Dance with me first?’ You ask.
He laughs, the sound warming you just as much as the shots had. ‘Sure, ma.’ The bass thrummed through your body as his hands settled on your waist, warm and rough on your skin, burning away the feeling of mystery man’s grip on you earlier. The movement of the crowd pushes you closer together, until your chest was pressed to his. You felt as though you couldn’t tear your eyes from his, the golden colour of his irises piercing through you. His body under your hand sends your mind reeling, images flickering before you like a mirage of the hard planes of muscle that you’d seen during his last fight, that you could now feel under the thin material of his shirt.
Some sober part of you that still existed (deep, deep, down) poured cold water over your thoughts and you snapped out of whatever hypnotised state you’d been in, pushing away from his broad chest and taking a long sip of the drink he’d put in your hand before handing it back to him.
‘Okay! All done!’ Your voice sounds strained even to you. You grab Enjin’s wrist and drag him over to the booth. Semiu spotted you as you wove across the room and waved you over, scooting slightly to offer you a seat. The benches were already crammed - you knew Semiu and Gris, but everyone else you‘d only met tonight.
You slid into the seat quickly, then realise that Enjin had nowhere to sit. ‘Hey, I don’t want to steal your seat,’ You say. ‘I’m fine standing.’ You get back up and try to usher him into the booth.
It’s easy to miss the flicker of mischief that crosses his expression at your predicament. ‘Don’t sweat it, ma. We can both sit,’ He watches with an aggravating smirk as you reassess the situation - nope, still just one spot. Enjin takes the spot beside Semiu, then looks up at you and pats his knee. ‘C’mon.’
This situation felt like a dream. Or maybe a nightmare. You were sat at a table of people you’d only just met, perched on the lap of a man you met two weeks ago. A very good-looking man. Very, very, good-looking. The booth they’d chosen was slightly tucked away - you could still see the dance floor and the bar, but the music was muffled so you could have a conversation without screaming your voice hoarse. At least Semiu had bought you another drink, which you slammed down as soon as you’d settled yourself - as much as that was possible - on Enjin’s thigh.
Now that you weren’t dancing, though, the alcohol was making your limbs heavy. The time on your phone said it was nearing 3am, so it would be lights-on at the club soon and you’d have to choke down the price of an Uber at peak time on a Saturday. Enjin’s arm had snaked around you at some point, his hand on your hip and his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your skin over your jeans. You cover your mouth and try to yawn subtly, relaxing back into Enjin without realising.
He leans over and says something to Semiu, and then turns back to you. ‘Semiu’s gonna ride with the others, pretty girl. I’m taking you home.’
You straighten up at that. ‘I’m fine! You don’t need to ruin your night just for me.’
He rolls his eyes. ‘You’re not ruining shit. It’s nearly closing time anyway, and as designated driver I haven’t drunk enough to deal with wrangling these bastards when they get kicked out.’
It only takes a moment of you considering how tired you were and how nice it would be to go to bed before you’re agreeing with his suggestion.
‘Enjin, man, don’t crash with a cute girl in the car!’ A voice comes from further down the table, and the group laughs.
‘I’m not that bad!’ The man in question barks back, to a host of dissenting opinions.
You wave at the rest of the table, tell Semiu to get home safe, and then Enjin is opening the passenger side door of his Jeep for you to climb in.
‘Seriously, are you that bad a driver? Should I be more worried about this?’ You ask as he settles into the driver’s seat.
‘We’re good, they were just being annoying. I told you last time, precious cargo means better driving.’ He leans back for a moment, searching for something in the backseat before producing a hoodie and tossing it onto your lap. ‘It’s cold,’ Is all he says by way of explanation at the questioning look you give him.
You pull the hoodie over your head, sinking back into the seat and breathing in the pine-and-smoke scent of Enjin’s clothes. The car splutters to life and Enjin pulls out of the parking lot, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the music coming through the speakers.
‘Did you have a good night?’ You ask, ears still ringing from the music.
‘Better once I had my best girl with me,’ He says, chuckling at the expression on your face.
‘Cheesy. I’m sure you’ll forgive me for not believing you, there were probably dozens of people throwing themselves at you,’ You reply, already sobering up now that you were out of the heat of the club and into the fresh air.
‘I’m not that bad,’ He complains.
‘Come on. You’re, what, six foot something? You’ve got a nice face, and you’re a boxer so you’ve got that rugged charm that makes people want you to fight for them or some shit.’ You roll your eyes. ‘I can’t believe you’re not worse, if anything.’
Enjin looks at you sideways for a moment, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. ‘You think my face is nice?’
The streets were becoming more familiar as you got closer to home. Anticipation builds as you imagine your bed awaiting you, all your pillows - heaven. He pulls up on the curb outside your front door, turning off the engine so as not to disturb Rudo sleeping inside.
‘Thanks, Enjin. This was nice of you,’ You say, moving to take off the hoodie he’d leant you.
‘You don’t have to sound so shocked. You can keep that, it’s cold outside.’
‘My house is literally right there.’
‘So what, you look cute in it. You can give it back next time I see you.’
‘Whatever.’ You can feel your cheeks pinking. Blame it on the alcohol, girl. ‘Hey, give me your phone for a sec.’
‘Why? Actually, you know what - you do you, boo,’ Enjin hands over his phone, unlocked, and you open your contact and add a few cute emojis after your name.
‘No more complaining,’ You order, and he salutes.
‘Yes ma’am. See you soon, angel,’ His voice is soft and again, you have to try and stifle the feelings that you can feel stirring within you.
‘Later. Drive safe.’ You close the car door and head up to the house, getting the key from under the planter of tulips your dad always kept on the front steps. As soon as the door shut behind you, you heard the Jeep’s engine rev and the sound of tyres peeling away from the curb and back into the dark.
He was there, inevitably, when you went to pick up Rudo the next week. The texts that you’d been exchanging hadn’t led to any more late night ice cream, but he had called you a couple of times if you were awake after his increasingly frequent late-night practices. You’d chat quietly until one of you fell asleep, waking up at some point in the night to hang up. Seeing him in person now felt strange - your mind was instantly flooded with memories of his calloused hands on your skin in the darkness of the club, and rough sound of his teasing, half-asleep voice through your phone’s speaker.
‘Oh, y’know. Soaking in my last time picking Rudo up,’ You sigh nostalgically, casting your eyes over the gym.
Enjin’s face turns slightly panicked. ‘Are you leaving?’
‘No - just being dramatic. My dad gets back from his business trip next week, and then I won’t be able to play single parent simulator anymore.’ You look up at him. ‘Why, were you worried?’
‘A little,’ He admits. ‘You free this weekend?’
‘Depends, what do you want?’
‘My fight is on Saturday night. It’s over-eighteens only so Rudo can’t come, but I thought you might want to…?’ His voice trailed off, almost as if he was nervous. But that couldn’t be right, surely.
‘I’d love to.’ You smile, and his shoulders relax ever so slightly.
‘Great, I already got you a ticket.’ He taps at his phone screen for a moment and your own device gives a cheery bzzt! from your pocket. ‘My friends - the ones you met last week - are coming too, so you’ll have company.’
Your wardrobe looked like a bombsite on Saturday afternoon, photos of each option shot off to various friends to help you choose.
semiu [17:08]: the black one is hot
semiu [17:08]: he wont be able to concentrate on the fight ;)
you [17:09]: im not doing it for him!!
semiu [17:10]: dont try and lie to me, it wont wor
bestie [17:08]: that black one 🥵🥵
bestie [17:09]: are you trying to kill that poor guy?
you [17:10]: why does everyone keep saying that????
Rudo poked his head into the bathroom as you did your makeup, singing along to your Getting Ready playlist.
‘Are you going to Enjin’s fight?’ He asked.
‘Mhm,’ You reply, turning to face him fully. ‘What do you think?’
‘You look pretty,’ He admitted. ‘He was talking about you a bunch at practice this week. Asking me questions about you ‘n shit.’
‘Really?’ You try to be nonchalant as you return to your task.
‘Yeah,’ Rudo grumbled, leaning against the doorframe. ‘D’you like him?’
Damn, you knew the nosiness you allowed yourself as eldest would rub off on him eventually. ‘I like spending time with him,’ You say carefully. ‘But I don’t want anything to go wrong and it ruin boxing for you.’
‘I knew he’d like you,’ Rudo groans, then huffs out a quick breath. ‘He’s cool though. ‘N you’re cool too, so. Y’know. I wouldn’t be mad at you or anything.’
‘Aw, Rudo,’ You smile at him, ruffling his messy hair. ‘Am I getting your blessing right now?’
He swats your hand away. ‘Whatever. Tell that shithead not to mess with you or he’ll have to deal with me.’ The mental image of your baby brother flinging all five-foot-four of himself at Enjin with murderous intent nearly makes you laugh, but you choke it down to preserve his ego.
‘Thanks,’ You say gently. ‘I’ll be home late tonight, so order food or something, yeah? And you can invite friends over if you want, just don’t make a mess.’
Rudo cheers to himself as he leaves the room, and your attention is drawn by a notification.
semiu [18:42]: coming to pick u up now babe
semiu [18:42]: be ready in 10
you [18:43]: see u soon sweetcheeks
You swipe some gloss over your lips and fluff up your hair in the mirror one last time before grabbing your bag from your room. Rudo was already ensconced on the sofa, XBox controller in hand as you put on your shoes by the door.
‘See you later, credit card is on the kitchen counter, love you!’ You shout through to him as you open the door.
‘Love you, have fun!’ He yells back.
Semiu and Gris were both dressed to the nines, music blasting as you slipped into the backseat.
‘You look goood,’ Semiu purrs, looking at you over her glasses.
‘Not looking too bad yourself, doll,’ You wink at her. Gris chuckles and Semiu reaches over the dashboard to turn the music even louder as Gris ferries the three of you to the evening’s venue.
In your eyes, the fight was over before it’d even started. Enjin owned the ring, the long days of training evident even in comparison to his fight you’d watched a couple of weeks prior. His opponent, in purple shorts with a crazy name (something starting with a Z, you think?) was good, you had to admit. But Enjin was just… better. You found yourself swept into the energy of the arena, shouting alongside your friends as Enjin moved around the ring like it was the easiest thing in the world.
By the time they were done, your face felt flushed from yelling. The moment that the referee lifted Enjin’s arm to announce his win sent you all back into hysterics, and although you knew he wouldn’t be able to see you past the blinding lights in his face, you felt like he was looking right at you in the crowd. After a moment of basking in their glory, the fighters climb out of the ring and the house lights come up.
You slouch back into your seat in relief, muscles finally relaxing, and one hand over your rapidly-beating heart. ‘Oh my God,’ You say breathlessly. ‘That was the most tense I’ve ever been in my life.’
Gris laughed from beside you like he hadn’t been just as wound up during the fight. ‘It never gets less exciting,’ He admits.
‘Is it time to go, then?’ You ask, looking at the other spectators winding their way up the stairs to the exits.
‘*Go?!’* Semiu says incredulously from your other side. ‘Did that idiot not tell you about the afterparty?’ You just blink at her, and she tips her head back in exasperation. ‘Damn, he’d better thank me for this.’
The afterparty was in the fanciest bar you’d ever stepped foot into, the top floor of a high-end hotel, with wide windows allowing you a view over the city. The decor was dark and sleek, the shelves of alcohol all branded and pricey. Luckily the whole place had been rented out for the fighters by the sponsors - and that included an open bar for all their hard work. Semiu had immediately ordered the two of you the most expensive cocktails on the menu, which went down far too easily.
Your party found a free table, Enjin’s friend Bro immediately pulling out a pack of cards and dealing out a game. No money changed hands, otherwise you would have been deep in debt by the end of the night.
Your loss streak was interrupted by a cheer from the table as Enjin appeared, still glowing from adrenaline and the sheen of victory. He’d changed into a suit, his jacket tossed over his shoulder and shirtsleeves rolled up to reveal his forearms. Everyone threw out a congratulations, and he accepted them as he came to stand behind you. He peeked over your shoulder at your hand and grimaced.
‘I have lost every game since we sat down,’ You whisper to him, earning a raucous laugh. ‘Please save me.’
‘I’ll save you if you get me a drink,’ He whispers back.
‘It’s an open bar!’ You complain.
He takes the cards from you and lays them face up on the table, taking your now-empty hand and pulling you to your feet. ‘I’m stealing her for a sec,’ He announces. ‘She woulda lost anyway.’
You catch Semiu winking at you as you’re tugged towards the bar, and you stick out your tongue at her playfully.
‘What do you want?’ He asks, scanning the drinks on offer.
‘I thought I was getting you a drink,’ You say, ordering another two of the crazily expensive cocktails Semiu had got you earlier. The glass was frigid on your overheated skin, and you weren’t sure whether to put that down to the warmth of the bar or your proximity to a certain blond. You start to head back to your table when he catches your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.
‘Let’s stay here for a bit,’ He says. ‘Want you all to myself. Consider it my prize.’
You shrug and hop onto a bar stool, impressed you managed to make it up in the heels you’d chosen.
‘You were amazing tonight,’ You say, taking a sip of your drink.
‘Yeah?’ He quirks an eyebrow and moves closer to you.
‘Mhm. I’d say I’m definitely impressed now.’
‘Finally. I don’t know how much more I could have done.’ His mock-relief makes you laugh.
‘You’ve done plenty.’ You look at the glass in his hand and point at it. ‘Are you gonna eat that?’ The first thing you’d done when you’d received your drink was pluck out the skewered cherry, while Enjin had left his and drained the glass.
‘Nah, you want it?’ He held the skewer out to you.
Emboldened by the amount of alcohol that’d been mixed into those godforsaken cocktails, you lock your eyes onto his and lean forward, catching the cherry between your teeth. You watch his throat bob as you swallow and lean back in satisfaction.
‘Thanks,’ You say, dabbing at the corners of your mouth with one finger to make sure your lipgloss was still in place.
Enjin dragged one hand across his face, and you manage not to smirk. ‘God, angel. You don’t know what you do to me.’
You stand, stepping into him so that your chest is pressed against his. His hand comes to rest on your hip, the satin of your dress shifting like liquid under his palm. ‘I think you deserve a prize better than standing at a bar, don’t you?’
As you’d assumed, the bathrooms in this place were just as nice as the bar itself. Low lighting, wide black marble counter, sturdy lock. Enjin held you against the door, his mouth on yours, teeth nipping at your lower lip. Your lipgloss was definitely a mess now.
‘Fuck, ma, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this,’ He growls, his attention moving down your neck, your skin aflame under his touch. ‘Want you so bad.’ One of his hands moves up to your chest, groaning as he gropes at your tits over your dress.
‘’Jin, please,’ You whine, pushing your body further into his. You can feel the evidence of his want pressing against your stomach, and even through layers of clothes he feels big.
‘Easy, angel,’ He murmurs against your neck. ‘Wanna take my time with you.’
‘Enjin if you don’t touch me I’m going to go insane,’ You complain, running your hands down his chest to his belt.
‘Woah, there.’ He grabs your wrists. ‘My prize, right?
You cock your head. ‘Yeah…?’ Eyes ghosting down to his erection.
He lifts you onto the counter, pushing the long skirt of your dress up over your hips and groaning out loud at the sight of the black lace panties you’d chosen. He drops to his knees in front of you, bringing his lips to your inner thigh and making you whimper.
‘That means I get to choose it. ‘N I’ve wanted to taste you since I saw you. So be good for me, ‘kay mama?’
Your brain was already too scrambled to do anything but nod, tilting your hips towards him unconsciously. He pulls your panties to the side, the pad of his thumb finding your clit almost immediately, and you buck against his touch.
‘Sh-shit, Jinnie, please,’ You whine as he pulls his hand back, instead flicking at your clit with his tongue. One hand tangles through his hair to keep you grounded. ‘Hah- fuck, too much,’ You babble, tugging at him desperately, undecided on whether you wanted to pull him closer or push him away. He’s like a man starved, his tongue licking stripes through your folds and making you keen.
Noises in the corridor outside make you clamp your free hand over your mouth, the whimpers and moans muffled slightly. Enjin looks up at you, eyes gleaming, and then you jolt as if you’ve been electrocuted. Two of his fingers push at your entrance, and you’re wet enough that there’s almost no resistance.
‘Mmf- please -’ You writhe against his hand, trying to find the friction you so desperately need.
‘Taste so good, angel,’ He murmurs from between your thighs, and you feel your pussy clamp on his fingers, the praise shooting straight to your core. ‘Feel good?’
‘Mhm,’ You manage, and then you make the mistake of looking at him. His suit pants were straining, his cheeks flushed and his eyes glossed over, his chin glistening with your juices. His fingers shifted, oh so slightly, brushing over that spot that made you see stars. ‘Move,’ The desperation in your tone didn’t translate well to orders, but he grinned giddily up at you.
‘Yes ma’am,’ You could feel the vibrations of his voice against your core as he places messy, open mouthed kisses to your clit, his fingers pumping into you with a lewd schlik, blunt fingertips finding that spot again - and again - and again. He could feel your cunt clenching around him, your legs tightening around his head telling him you’re close. ‘You g’na come for me, pretty girl?’ He asks, and the only reply you offer him is your fingers in his hair, forcing him back between your legs.
The knot coiling low in your stomach coils tighter and tighter before finally, finally, his fingers curl just right and you’re cumming on his face. Your vision glazes over, and you can feel your pussy pulsing around his still-pumping fingers, riding out your orgasm. You shudder in pleasure, head leaning back against the mirror, chest heaving.
You nearly moan again when Enjin brings his fingers to his mouth and cleans you off of them, a cocky smile plastering his handsome face when he takes in just how fucked out you look. He stands, placing himself between your legs and kissing you, deep and slow, letting you taste yourself on his mouth.
‘Best prize I’ve ever had,’ He croons against your lips, making you laugh breathlessly.
There’s an insistent bzzt! from your handbag, and you check your phone, turning it to show Enjin.
‘She’s right, I wouldn’t have focussed on the fight if I’d seen you in this beforehand,’ He says, smoothing your skirt back down over your legs.
You smack his shoulder. ‘The other one, idiot.’
semiu [23:46]: we’re heading out
semiu [23:46]: have fun ;)
‘Guess I’m getting a ride back with you.’
‘You could, or,’ He presses against you as if to remind you what you’d been doing just a few moments before. ‘You could come help me make the most of the free hotel room I’ve been given.’
Your jaw drops. ‘You have a room? Here?’ He nods smugly and you deliver another smack to his shoulder, harder this time. ‘You have a room in a premium hotel and you ate me out in the bathroom?’
‘We didn’t have time to make it downstairs!’ He argued, and he had a fair point. You hadn’t given him much warning.
‘Well then,’ You lock your legs around his hips, pulling him closer, and he hissed at the pressure on his length. ‘Why don’t we head downstairs ‘n I show you how good you’ve done tonight, champ.’
You couldn’t get him to the hotel room fast enough.
The door had barely closed before your mouth was on his, hands undoing his belt and releasing him from his boxers. You wrap your fingers around him, then look down. You were right before - he was big. And pretty, with an upward curve and a blushing tip that made you downright drool.
‘Fuck,’ You breathe, and then look up at him. ‘Can I taste you?’
Enjin was tall. He was tall, and broad, and nearly all muscle. He could have demolished you in a heartbeat, and you were certain that he’d broken people before with just a glance of his pretty eyes. But in that moment, you swear, his head dropped back and he whined.
His cock was heavy and warm, and you kiss it gently, swiping your thumb over the tip and relishing in the whimpers that came from the man above you.
‘So pretty, Jinnie,’ You say sweetly, leaning forward and taking him into your mouth, running your tongue against his soft underside. Ever the gentleman, he gathered your hair into a makeshift ponytail, only tugging ever so gently when he hits the back of your throat. You hum around his length and it twitches, and then he’s pulling out of your mouth and drawing you back up to your feet.
‘Shit, baby, I - I don’t want to finish yet, ‘n you felt too good.’ The tremble in his voice shot straight through you. His hips rut into yours unconsciously, seeking stimulation, as he reaches for the zip on your dress. It puddles around your feet and he curses again, looking upwards as if for salvation. In turn, you unbutton his shirt, revealing the corded muscle you knew existed under his clothes, running your fingers across his smooth skin. ‘Gotta be inside you, ma, I’m g’na die,’ He whined, pulling you onto the bed on top of him.
‘Dunno if it’s gonna fit, baby,’ You say teasingly, pumping your hand torturously slow along his length. His hips buck up into your fingers and he throws his head back into the pillows.
‘Please, angel, you can do it - I need to feel you,’ He pleads, and you feel yourself getting wetter by the second. You spit into your hand and slick it along his length, positioning him at your entrance. He holds his breath as you relax onto him, the head of his cock puuuushing into you. Even the head of his cock stretched you deliciously, and as you worked his length inside you could tell that curve was going to be devastating.
‘Hah— fuck, ma, so fucking good, so soft, so wet for me,’ He babbles as you pulse around him.
‘Jin, it’s too much,’ You whine, feeling him everywhere.
‘No, no,’ His eyes fly open, trying not to rut up into you. ‘You can do it, angel, doing so good, taking it so well.’
The moan that escapes when he’s fully inside you would have made you feel bad for the neighbouring rooms if you were in your right mind. As it was, you just ground your hips over his, little circles that meant he hit the perfect spot with every swivel. He pushed up into you, somehow getting even deeper, coaxing sweet, strangled sounds of pleasure from you.
‘That’s my girl. Use my cock, baby - fuck,’ The sounds he made were positively sinful, and each word made your channel pulse around him, squeezing impossibly tighter.
‘This gone already, Jin?’ You tease, lifting yourself off of him just to drop back down, feeling the press of his leaking tip push against spots no one else had ever hit.
‘Jus’ didn’t know it could feel this good.’ His fingers dig into the plush of your hips.
‘What happened to the big strong fighter, huh?’ You speed up your motions, the drag of his cock inside you too good to resist, and the room filled with the squelch of your wetness. Your man was pussydrunk after a few thrusts into you. It would have made you laugh if you weren’t almost as gone as he was.
‘’M still here, ma.’ His eyes glow under his eyelids, watching you work up and down the length of him.
‘Yeah?’ You croon, leaning forward to kiss him. ‘Prove it.’
Before you could blink you were on your front, back arched and Enjin impaling you on his cock with a hissed ‘Fuck!’. This angle meant he was pounding impossibly deep into you, and you yelp as his tip kissed your cervix, shivers of pleasure running through you.
‘ More, Jin, need you,’ You barely recognise your own voice, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes as he pistons into you.
‘This what you wanted, greedy girl?’ He pushes your back into an even meaner arch, and you can already feel bruises in the shape of his fingertips blooming where he held you.
‘Yes!’ You cry out, cunt strangling his cock. ‘M’gna cum, please—‘
‘Come on baby, let me feel you.’ Over your shoulder you can see his pretty face, hair falling freely into his eyes, the sight making you squeeeze. ‘Shit, what was that for?’ A drunk smile put his dimples on full display and you reach back, interlacing his fingers with your own where they grab at your body.
‘You’re so pretty, Jinnie,’ You manage, and he shudders, his body folding over your own.
‘Haah, you can’t just say stuff like that, ma,’ He growls into your ear. ‘C’mon, baby, cum for me.’ His tip drags along that delicious spot inside you, sending stars sparking across your vision. ‘Right there, huh?’ He purrs, rutting into you, hitting the same spots with mind-numbing accuracy.
‘Fuck, m’cumming, please, please,’ Nonsense spills from your mouth, everything in you just chasing your high. The tension breaks all at once, your orgasm crashing through you and making your cunt strangle his poor cock, making Enjin spill ropes of cum inside you. Your walls pulse around him, milking him for all he’s worth, and he sinks on top of you, breathing heavily into the crook of your neck.
‘You good?’ He mumbles after a moment, pressing his lips sweetly to your shoulder.
‘Mhm,’ You manage, body still trembling. He pulls out of you, making you shudder, and he grins in satisfaction at the rush of cum that slips from you. You whine with embarrassment, pulling at one of the sheets in an attempt to hide from his hungry gaze.
‘Come shower with me.’ He presses a row of kisses up your arm, surprisingly gentle for such a big man.
‘Leave me alone, you’ve done enough damage,’ You say teasingly, cracking one eye open to look at him.
‘Promise I won’t do anything,’ He swears. ‘Just wanna get you cleaned up.’
You hum thoughtfully for a moment. ‘Do they have fancy soap in this fancy hotel?’ You ask quietly.
‘The fanciest,’ He chuckles, and pulls you to your feet.
The hot water worked wonders on your sore muscles, and you couldn’t help the groan of contentment that broke from you at the feeling.
‘Don’t make noises like that or I’ll be forced to break my promise,’ Enjin’s voice rumbled from behind you.
‘Sorry,’ You giggle. He was right - it was fancy soap, and you lather vetiver and vanilla bodywash over yourself liberally. Enjin wraps his arms around you, skin slipping against the bubbles.
‘Do me too?’ He asks, and you pump a few more dollops of soap into your palm and shift out of his hold. You work the soap over his shoulders, pressing your fingers into the wound-up muscles. He groaned, eyes closing in pleasure.
‘This was nice,’ You say quietly, focusing on your hands rather than his face.
‘More than nice,’ He agrees.
‘Is it - I mean, am I -‘ You swallow nervously. ‘Is it just a one time thing?’
He catches your wrist in his hand, making you look up at him. ‘Is that what you want?’
Being naked in the shower is far more vulnerable than you wanted to be when you had this conversation.
‘No.’ You choke out, nerves strangling you. ‘I like you.’
Enjin’s smile is blinding. ‘I like you too. Why else d’you think I was picking you up in the middle of the night for a date, or inviting you to my fights?’
You blink up at him. ‘That was a date?’
He groans, his forehead landing on your shoulder. ‘Seriously?’
‘I thought you were just being nice!’
‘Yeah, being nice because I like you, stupid!’
You flush, crossing your arms over your chest.
‘’N I don’t want this to be a one time thing, either. I want to do it again, and again. And again, if you’ll let me. Now come on, I’m exhausted.’
He wasn’t lying; as soon as you were in his t-shirt and tucked into bed, he passed out. Arm thrown over your waist, face buried in your hair. He had had a long day, you remembered. Soon enough the warmth of his body and your own, ahem, strenuous activity meant you were dropping off into sleep too.
You slipped into the gym, the sounds familiar now. You greeted some of the coaches you’d met before on your way to the back corner, swinging your car keys around your finger. They were already done for the day, but Rudo was still pestering Gris for some extra exercises to take home with him.
Gris waved at you over Rudo’s head, drawing the teenager‘s attention.
‘He said he’d be right out!’ The blond gave you a thumbs up.
‘Thanks!’ You reply. ‘Good practice?’
‘I nearly beat Zanka today,’ Rudo snarled, glaring at the other boy, who was oblivious.
‘You’ll get him next time, bud.’
‘Ready to go?’ A voice from behind you makes you jump, and you clutch your heart with one hand while smacking your boyfriend on the chest with the other.
‘You have to stop scaring me like that, it’s going to kill me one day,’ You grumble.
Enjin pulls you into his side and places a kiss to the top of your head. ‘And we don’t want that.’
Rudo fake-gags, and from the far wall Riyo shouts out. ‘Ooooh, he likes her!’
‘I do like her!’ Enjin shouts back, and you roll your eyes.
‘Come on, time to go home,’ You order your boys, waving goodbye to everyone.
