꒰ synopsis: Spin the bottle ends better than you expected♡
"Seven minutes in heaven, I hope in the end that I'm not a virgin" -Mindless Self Indulgence
│cw: NSFW, 18+, vaginal fingering, handjobs, oral (giving), grinding, forced proximity, public sex (technically), afab!reader/fem!reader, reader is lowkey a gooner
│ft: Enjin, Gris, Zanka (separately)
│wc: Enjin: 1.4k, Gris: 1.6k, Zanka: 1.2k
│notes: intro is the same for all, each boy's story is not connected and can be read separately, ZANKA IS AGED UP TO 18!
You’ve made your fair share of stupid decisions throughout the years. But this one? This one certainly takes the cake.
With Rudo’s “Welcome to the Ground” party dying down for the night, Enjin took it upon himself to liven up the room again.
Flashbacks from middle school made you visibly shudder. You never found the game fun. It always ended in a closet filled with awkward glances and uncomfortable silence.
You groaned to yourself. You’d rather watch paint dry than sit quietly next to someone for 7 minutes.
Though you tried to sneak away, a surprisingly willing, Semiu stopped you at the door. She threw you a knowing smirk and guided you back to the growing circle.
“You aren't getting out of this one that easily, Y/n. You’ve been specifically requested for.”
Frowning at her words, you reluctantly sat down next to her, “With this sausage fest of a party I’m not surprised.” You rested your head on her shoulder, “How the hell did they rope you into this?”
Semiu shrugged against you, “Who knows, maybe I couldn't pass up the thought of something interesting happening tonight.”
Your eyebrows creased at Semiu’s tone. It didn't seem like she just thought something was going to happen. No - she sounded far too confident something would.
Before you could question her antics, you flinched when a glass beer bottle was tossed into your lap. Looking up, you met Enjin’s gaze with confusion.
The blonde man smirked, “Ladies first.”
You rolled your eyes, “Such a gentleman.”
The crowd surrounding you laughed, hooting and hollering for you to spin the empty bottle. You pressed your lips into a thin line. Your stomach was already starting to fill with anxious knots.
“What are you waitin’ for Y/n,” Zanka’s voice called from the other side of the circle, “You chicken?”
You flushed, “Hell no, Stick Boy!”
You snatched the bottle from your lap and placed it in the center of the circle. With a single flick of your wrist, the bottle began to spin rapidly.
The crowd roared in anticipation. Their teasing remarks continued to cut through the air even as the bottle's rotation slowed.
You could only hold your breath as the cheap beer came to a halt. Slowly, your eyes trailed the long neck of the bottle.
You felt your heart leap out of your chest. It was just your luck.
The bottle had landed on...
Though he was lean, Enjin’s tall frame took up the majority of the closet space. His firm chest pressed further into your back each time one of you shifted.
But not in a “giving a public speech” kind of way. You were nervous in a “there's a 6’3 tatted up blonde bombshell pressed up against my back” kind of way. Not to mention the “I’ve been picturing this exact position every time I get off” guilt that began to creep its way into your head.
Awkwardly shuffling your feet, you flinched when you accidentally grinded against him. Quickly pulling away, you glanced at him over your shoulder and muttered a soft apology. Though in all honesty, you wondered if you could get away with another “accident”.
Enjin’s large hands pressed against the door on either side of your head, boxing you in from behind. You did your best to ignore the sudden movement. Forcing the thought “naked grandma” repeatedly to cleanse your impure imagination.
As if sensing your plan, Enjin lowered his head into the crook of your neck. His lips ghosted along the shell of your ear as he whispered, “Do you really wanna’ just stand here in silence the whole time?”
Your heart pounded in your chest. Of course you didn't want to just stand in silence. If you had it your way you’d already be humping his leg. But could you really say that out loud to your team leader without having a restraining order placed on you?
You swallowed thickly, “Can’t say I’m opposed to it.”
Enjin chuckled against your shoulder. Removing his right hand from the door, he trailed his fingers down your waist to your hip bone, “It’s called Seven Minutes In Heaven not Seven Minutes In Boredom.”
“I hate to break it to ya’ Enjin but that’s usually how this game goes.”
You rested your head against the door. Enjin’s close proximity was really starting to test your self-control. Maybe if you concentrated hard enough you could block out Enjin’s strong grip on your hip.
“Pshh, that’s no fun.” You could practically hear the pout in his voice.
Sighing, you crossed your arms, “Well, what did you have in mind?”
You jolted at Enjin’s quick response, “A bet?” Though you couldn’t see his face, you still eyed his hand suspiciously, "What kind of bet?”
“Any?” You let out a dry laugh, “Are you that confident you're going to win?”
Stunned by his confidence, you smirked internally. Any bet you want, huh? That means he wouldn’t mind if you played a little dirty, right?
“Alright I’ll bite.” You did your best to look back at Enjin, twisting uncomfortably at the waist, “As long as the prize is a “Freebie Card”.”
A “Freebie Card” was something Riyo made up a few years back. Each person had their own cards they could give to another Cleaner.
As long as you had another person’s “Freebie Card” you could ask them to do whatever you wanted - no questions asked. It was Heaven sent when it came to passing off shitty jobs.
You gave him your own award winning smile, “I bet you won’t offer the Boss a handy the next time you see him.”
Enjin chuckled against you, deep and throaty, “You playin’ dirty, Y/n?” Suddenly his cheeky grin morphed into a sly smirk, “That’s alright, I can too.”
You felt your stomach begin to knot at his tone. Something in you seemed to know you made a grave mistake.
“There’s only 5 minutes left,” Enjin lowered himself back into your ear, “I bet I could make you finish in 3.”
Your brain short circuited. For a second you thought you went crazy, because there was absolutely no way the Enjin just said what you thought he said.
You blinked at him slowly, “Like finish finish?”
Enjin’s smirk never left his face, "Switched from playing dirty to dumb? I didn't take you for a coward, Y/n.”
Quickly regaining composure, you tried to play off your initial shock, “Nah, just surprised you actually had the balls to ask.”
Enjin always dripped with confidence, you’d be more shocked if he wasn't a sweet talker. But you knew better than to stoke his ego. You’d rather stroke his-
“I like your confidence.” Abruptly, your jeans were skillfully unzipped, “But let's see how long it will last, brat.”
You quickly spun your upper body back around, watching Enjin’s hand lower into your pants. His thick fingers teased the hem of your panties before his black nails disappeared under the lace.
The outline of his hand stretched the thin fabric. It made your knees weak. You always noticed how massive the blonde’s hands were. Been dreaming how they’d feel against your skin.
You weren't disappointed.
Enjin slipped his thumb and ring finger into your folds, spreading you wide. You shuddered at the action. Grabbing Enjin’s arm for support, you waited with bated breath for his next move.
Enjin didn’t make you wait long. His lengthy fingers found your exposed clit easily. They circled your bud slowly, dragging a muted gasp from you.
Enjin hugged you closer from behind, chuckling in your ear, "Whining already? You're making this too easy.”
You sneered, “Fat chance. I can barely even feel it.”
He leaned into your neck, placing a few chaste kisses, “Really?”
Immediately, Enjin flicked up on your clit, drawing another muffled moan from your lips. You threw your head back on to his shoulder, your legs already shaking from his ruthless stimulation.
“Doesn’t really look like it.”
You ignored his taunting, attempting to think of anything else to distract yourself from cuming too quickly. But Enjin never played fair. As his fingers drifted closer to your dripping entrance, his lips spilled every sinful thought he could conjure.
“I love the way you twitch under my fingers.”
“I bet I could fuck you right now with how wet you are.”
Enjin’s large fingers pressed firmly into your weeping hole. They stretched and rubbed the tight muscle gently, working you open. While his fingers fucked you beyond oblivion, his thumb moved to continue his abuse on your neglected clit.
Your grip on Enjin tightened as your hips jerked involuntarily. His fingers were too damn big. They filled you up more than your own, reaching spots you normally couldn't.
Then, he hit it. The spot deep in your core that made you see stars. If you weren't practically humping his fingers before you definitely were now.
Enjin noticed your response immediately. His lips pulled into a large grin against your neck as he zeroed in on your g-spot, “Feels good huh, baby.”
You couldn't form a response. Your mouth was already full of sultry whines and desperate pleas. You could only hold your hand to your mouth and hope the others outside of the door couldn't hear you over the music.
“Not uh," Enjin pulled your grip from your mouth with his other hand, “If you wanna hide your slutty noises do it the proper way.”
Roughly grabbing your jaw, he pulled you into a deep kiss. Enjin’s lips felt plush. They fit against your own like a lost puzzle piece. You effortlessly matched his rhythm, sliding your tongue against his.
Gradually, you moaned into his kiss as the pressure in your stomach began to tighten. His fingers refused to let up, scissoring and pumping your over-stimulated pussy.
With one last pornstar moan, your eyes rolled as the cord in your stomach snapped. Your legs quivered weakly beneath you, threatening to give out. Enjin’s hold seemed to be the only thing keeping you standing.
Suddenly, a loud knock at the door made you rip away from Enjin’s kiss.
“3 minutes left, lovebirds!”
You sighed in relief, at least they didn't hear you. Hopefully.
“Looks like it only took 2."
You flinched at Enjin's voice, "What?"
Removing his hand from your pussy, Enjin held out his sticky fingers in front of you face. He rubbed the clear substance together casually.
Your face flushed. You had almost forgotten the entire reason Enjin had been finger blasting you.
"Shit," You chewed on your lip as you glanced up at him through your lashes, "Freebies all yours, asshole. What do you want?"
Enjin's eyes darkened, "How about another 7 minutes?"
He was bigger than you realized.
Though you interacted with Gris more than any other Supporter, you never really took into consideration just how massive he was.
He loomed over you in the small closet. Both of his forearms rested above your head just to make enough room for his tall figure.
You awkwardly fiddled with your thumbs in between you, trying your best not to stare at his firm chest in front of you. It was strange. You normally had no issue talking to Gris. But with the way he was boxing you in, you were struggling just to keep the heat away from your cheeks.
“Sorry, Y/n,” Gris laughed shyly above you, “This is pry not the most comfortable position.”
Craning your neck up, you offered him a gentle smile, “Says the guy who has to fold into himself just to fit in here.”
Gris chucked softly, “Can’t say I’m the smallest guy.”
You laughed and returned your gaze back down. Though, your eyes lingered on his pants for maybe a moment too long. They were fairly baggy, easily concealing what they needed too. But his height told you everything you needed to know. He definitely couldn't be small.
“A guy your size is probably packing in more ways than one-” You slapped your hand over your mouth.
Abruptly, the closet felt ten times smaller. You could practically feel the crushing weight of the silence that answered your slip up. Shit. Gris definitely thought you were some pervert now.
Hiding your face in your hands, you immediately played damage control, “Oh God, I'm so sorry I didn’t mean-”
“Ya,” Gris rubbed the back of his neck, face cherry red, “I guess I am.”
Your eyes widened slightly in shock. The apology on your tongue was swiftly forgotten and buried. Instead, incoherent noises and mumbles cascaded out of your mouth as you tried to figure out what exactly just happened.
Sweet and kind Gris, who was a father figure to most of the team, just admitted he was packing some serious heat. You didn't know what was worse. The fact you asked in the first place or the fact you now desperately wanted to see.
You sighed internally. Screw it. You were already in the dog house. Might as well test your luck. After all, Gris was an attractive man. You wouldn't mind getting a little more “personal” with your favorite Supporter. Especially if he was interested.
Swallowing thickly, you cautiously grazed your hand against his chest. Though the move was meant to be seductive, your hand visibly shook with nerves, "Shouldn't someone else… be the judge of that?”
Gris jolted against your light touch. His already red face somehow turned a shade darker. Clearing his throat, Gris removed one of his hands from the wall and placed it on top of your own hand in a tight grip.
Tentatively, he guided your hand down his chest, allowing your hand to feel up the sculpt of his build. Though his move was bold, he avoided your stare in embarrassment.
You felt your lips tug into an involuntary smile. Taking Gris’ action as approval, you spread your fingers out wide in an attempt to feel more of him. You could feel him shudder under your touch. His toned stomach seemed to flex with every stroke of your nails.
“We have seven minutes,” Gris finally met your gaze with blown pupils, “You can use all you need.”
Your heart slammed against your chest. A new wave of nervousness cleared out any confidence you had leftover.
Gris really did want you too.
Chewing on your lip, you gently tried to push Gris closer to the back of the closet. He looked at you with confusion at first before his lean frame finally allowed you to press him into the wall. Though he didn’t move much, there was now enough room for you to comfortably kneel in front of him.
Starting to crouch, Gris suddenly caught your elbow in his rough grasp, “What are you doing?”
You smirked at his flustered face, “Judging?”
Sighing, Gris reluctantly removed his hold on you. But his eyes never left your own. They watched you like a hawk as you slowly lowered yourself onto your knees. He refused to miss a single moment of your delicate hands starting to unbutton his pants.
You tried to ignore the burning sensation of his stare. You felt a lot less confident under his darkened gaze than his sheepish one.
Pulling his fly open, you paused to take in the sight before you. Gris’ cock strained against his briefs. Half-hard and slightly leaking, it already looked far too intimidating.
You warily stroked him through his briefs, feeling up the heat beneath the thin fabric. Gris hissed at the attention. His hands remained firmly clenched on the door behind you, forcing his body to curl over above you.
You ignored his strained plea, favoring to slide your finger up his shaft. His cock twitched under your touch as you finally curled your finger over the hem of his underwear. Gently, you pulled down the protective fabric. His thick length immediately sprung out from its confinement, bouncing slightly in front of your face.
Your jaw dropped at the sight. You knew he’d be big, but not to this extent. Would you even be able to fit it in your hand - let alone mouth?
Gris’ soft whine above you caused you to come back to Earth. Staring up at him, you cautiously reached for his bare length. It felt heavy in your hand. You could barely wrap your grasp around his girth. It made your stomach flip; though you weren't sure if it was from excitement or nervousness.
Locking eyes, you made a show of spitting on dick, slicking him up the best you could. Gris watched you with needy eyes. His lip was firmly planted in between his teeth as he suppressed another deep groan.
Feeling emboldened, you kissed his tip softly, “I might need a closer look to judge properly.”
Grunting, Gris pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, “I think so too.”
Gris’ words made you take a deep breath before you continued. You started slowly, mildly stroking up and down his length. It was just enough to get his legs weak and mind foggy.
You watched him with curious eyes, adjusting your grip based on his reactions. You found his sweet spot quickly. He liked it when you tugged hard, squeezing his cock in a tight grip. His hips jerked wildly every time your thumb rubbed over his tip, massaging in dots of pre-cum.
And when you had him right where you wanted him - breath quickened, core tightened, legs shaking - you pulled away.
Gris’ response was immediate. His low voice whined at the rejection, breaking at the end.
You gave him an innocent smile, “Are you ready for my verdict now?”
Gris shook his head, “No.” Reaching down, he gently cupped your jaw and caressed your cheek with his thumb, “...I think you need to look a little closer.”
You felt your clit throb at the sight of him. His hair was a train wreck and his face was dusted in a dark shade of pink. You wondered if it was too late to just ask him to fuck you.
Biting back your own satisfaction, you allowed Gris to guide your face back to his hardened cock. You licked up his length at a teasing pace. Your lips purposely lingered on his tip so you could swirl your tongue around the pink flesh.
Gris jerked against you. His hand slid from your jaw to the side of your head, clutching a fist full of your hair. You winced against his length. Gris’ grip strength was unreal - even when he was trying to hold it back.
Bobbing your head, you tried to take in as much Gris as you could. Your lips strained against his girth. It felt like trying to swallow a metal pipe.
Breathing in through your nose, you did your best not to scrape your teeth against his sensitive flesh. While you used your hands to pleasure the remaining length your mouth couldn't accommodate.
As Gris’ cock began to twitch, you felt his grip suddenly shift on your hair. He pulled your head closer, roughly fucking your mouth. You clutched onto his hips for support. His brutal pace sent his tip plowing into the back of your throat.
You groaned against him. The already little air supply you had was seemingly completely cutoff. Eventually, Gris’ hips snapped one final time. Thick fluid spilled down your esophagus in short bursts as Gris growled out a moan.
You did your best to keep his cock comfortably sat in your mouth, allowing him to ride out his orgasm. But you could feel a few tear drops begin to stream down your face at the discomfort.
Abruptly, Gris pulled himself from your mouth and squatted down. His large hands cupped your head as he whipped tears and spit from your face.
“I’m so sorry,” He kissed your temple softly, “I didn’t mean to be so rough with ya’.”
“S’alright,” You threw him a cheeky smile, “You were right though.”
Gris titled his head in confusion.
Gris’ face went up in flames as he hid his face in the palm of his hands, “Sorry.”
You could only laugh at his embarrassed form. He was too sweet for his own good.
He peaked through his fingers.
“You may wanna pull up your pants,” You pointed at the opening door, “Times up.”
You just wanted to finish.
7 minutes alone with Zanka was practically torture.
Hell would freeze over before Zanka saw you as anything more than a friend. You were partners with him before Rudo took your place. Spent far too much time around his company than you liked to admit. It was no surprise your stupid heart began to form a small crush.
You weren't mad when Zanka was assigned to Rudo. In reality, you were relieved you didn’t have to hide your feelings around him anymore. It felt like a weight had been taken off your shoulders.
But less time together didn’t stop Zanka from still seeing you as his closest confidant.
Sitting on the floor with your back against the closet’s wall, Zanka rested his head comfortably on your shoulder. You did your best to calm your racing heart. But it was a difficult task when all you could focus on was how close Zanka’s face was to yours.
“Are you even listening?”
You jumped at Zanka’s voice, “What?”
“Seriously?” He sat up straight, facing his head toward you, “What are ya’ nervous or something’?”
You huffed, “I spend every living moment with you, how could I be nervous?”
Abruptly, Zanka poked your cheek with his finger. The action made you jump out of your skin, causing you to slam your head against the wall. The shit eating grin that appeared on Zanka’s face made you frown immediately.
“You really are nervous.”
You rubbed the back of your head, “Am not.”
Zanka rolled his eyes, “Are so.”
Your eye twitched in irritation, “Never in a million years could you make me nervous.”
Except when he looks anywhere in your direction. Hell, anytime he breathes within your vicinity.
Zanka’s teasing tone made you regret your statement immediately. You snapped your eyes in his direction, waiting for whatever idiotic plan he was conjuring up.
Then, Zanka moved his hand closer to yours. His slim fingers weeded themselves between your own, capturing your hand.
“So,” He rubbed a small circle into your skin with his thumb, “This doesn't make you nervous?”
Your pulse quickened as you stared down at your interlocked hands. His skin was smooth as porcelain yet rough from years of training with his Vital Instrument. You wondered how they’d feel in more intimate places.
Swallowing hard, you avoided his gaze, “No.”
“Then,” Zanka released your hand slowly, “How about this?”
He trailed his hand along your arm, caressing your skin up to your neck. Gently cupping your nape, he allowed the palm of his hand to rest below your hairline. The pressure he used was gentle but firm. It held your head in place, forcing you to look at him.
You took a sharp breath. Zanka’s eyes bore into your own, dissecting your every move. They made you hesitant to lie. Made you consider letting him win this round so you could crawl back into your hole and forget your feelings.
But pride was the only thing you had Zanka beat at.
“No,” You gave him your best smirk, “Not even a little.”
Zanka laughed softly but didn’t remove his hold. Instead, he leaned in closer, forcing his way further into your personal space. You tried to move your head back but Zanka’s hand was a quick reminder you weren't going anywhere.
Zanka noticed your movement instantly, “For some reason, I find that hard to believe.”
You scoffed, “Are you sure you're not the one nervous?”
It was tough talk for someone who was currently red up to their ears. But the room was dark and as far as Zanka knew, you were cool as a cucumber.
“No,” Zanka continued to move closer, “My heart’s beating so fast right now I’m scared it’ll beat right out of my chest.”
Your eyes widened at Zanka’s confession. You couldn't believe your ears. Were you hearing things?
You had little time to dwindle on your state of hearing before Zanka almost closed the gap between you.
Zanka’s lips crashed onto your own savagely. He cupped your face in both of his hands, deepening the kiss as much as he could.
You could only grasp onto his shirt tightly as he devoured your lips greedily. The kiss had you seeing stars. Your tongues danced together perfectly as he gently sucked your lips.
You whined into him, pulling him closer by his collar. Zanka easily complied. Without removing his touch, he hoisted you onto his lap. His large hands grabbed your thighs firmly, keeping them spread around his waist.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, forcing him even closer. Zanka smiled into the kiss causing you to flush.
Just how long had he been wanting this too?
Finally pulling away, you watched each other with heaving chests. You slid your hands down to his shoulders, nervously gnawing at the inside of your mouth, “I think I’m nervous now.”
Zanka chuckled lowly. The sound reverberated off the walls, sending a pang of need through your spine.
Adjusting your position on his lap, you flinched at the feeling of something hard. Immediately, Zanka’s face reddened. You had never seen him more mortified - other than the time Rudo flung shit at him.
Zanka grunted sharply as you rolled your hips against his. You met his stunned gaze with innocent eyes. You weren't really sure what you were doing.
But one thing you knew for sure…
“Are you nervous, Zanka?”
You wanted to alleviate that pressure in his pants more than anything.
Instantly, Zanka’s grip left your thighs and moved to your hips, “No.”
You shuddered against Zanka’s solid hold. His lean hands rolled your hips for you, grinding you against his already half-hard cock.
Though there were two layers of fabric between you, sparks of pleasure shot down your spine with every thrust. His thick length rubbed your clit just right. It was enough to get you shaking and panting on his lap in seconds.
Zanka easily captured your lips again as he continued to rock your body against his own. You could only grasp his shoulders tighter as you went along for the ride.
Just as you started to get comfortable, Zanka suddenly flipped you to the floor, pinning you beneath him. He threw your leg over his shoulder as he continued to thrust against your covered pussy.
You begged against his lips, pleading for him to go harder. Zanka followed your commands without complaint. His large hand used your inner thigh as leverage as he desperately grinded against you.
It didn’t take long for the cord in your stomach to wind up. It pulled taught, tugging at your stimulated lower half. You gripped Zanka’s hair as you cried out softly.
You came hard, trembling underneath him. Though the man above you seemed to be in the same position. His toned core tightened and shook against your own as he groaned in your ear.
Laying your head back on the ground you clenched your eyes shut, “I really like you, Zanka. I’m sorry I never told you.”
Zanka leaned down, resting his face on your breasts, “Thank God, or this would've been really awkward, Y/n.”
You rolled your eyes with a laugh, “You’re telling me.”
You both froze on the spot.
Enjin leaned on the door frame, grinning ear to ear, “Looks like you guys had fun.”
