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youâve been in love with your best friend from high school, but buried all of your feelings to keep your friendship safe. enjin doesnât realize his own until someone else starts looking your way, and heâll do anything to be the only one in your heart.
tags ËÊâĄÉË modern/college au, frat!jin, fem!reader, best friends to lovers, she fell first he fell harder, jealous and possessive enjin, barely there zodyl and reader (two scenes at the start to push the story forward), mentions of recreational drug use and drinking, swearing, plot with porn, virgin!reader, first time p in v sex, oral (f receiving), implied size difference, mating presses, whole lotta praising, talking you through it, enjinâs a down bad softie!! he's also a biter, and uses a lot of pet names, possible dacryphilia if you squint, kind of proof read but i blacked out halfway through, not beta read
wc ËÊâĄÉË 10.3k
a/n ËÊâĄÉË did i hear someone say more frat!jinâŠ? I AM HERE TO PROVIDE! iâm not the most comfortable with writing smut, but i wanted to give it a shot. i hope it turned out alright, and i do wanna try writing it more, so be patient with me since itâs a bit rough :,) ya girl needs practice lol. not the happiest with this one but i must feed you all with more of my agenda⊠xx
Itâs the most picture perfect Saturday morning in Augustâthe sun coming in all warm and golden through the kitchen windows, the air still cool before it turns gross and sticky later, and birds singing like theyâre only there to romanticize the start of the semester. The first week of classes is over, no assignments due and no responsibilities pulling at you yet. Everything is so quiet and calm. So peaceful.
You should be in bed. Still asleep. Rotting peacefully all warm nâ cozy under your comforter.
But no.
Youâre in Enjinâs kitchen at the ass crack of dawn making this dumbass hangover remedies.
The blender kicks on and he groans from the table behind you like heâs on life support. âDoes that thing know how to be quiet?â
âEnjin.â Could he be any more dramatic? âIt's a blender.â
âOkay? They need to invent quieter ones.â
He went too hard at his fratâs opening party last night. Gris had to physically drag his barely functioning body home earlier this morning, and not even twenty minutes later he was calling you whining and all pathetic, âPlease come help me, ma'âŠâ
Were you shocked by the condition he was in? Not even a little. If anything, this is tame for an early-semester hangover. Youâve seen him way worse, like, foaming at the mouth and nonverbal. Youâre surprised he hadnât died from alcohol poisoning along the way.
Did you start bitching at him the second you walked through the door? Obviously. And did he have the nerve to squint at you and go, âBaby, can you not? My head is literally splitting,â like youâre the villain here? Yes. Which only made you double down, because the audacity of catching an attitude while youâre voluntarily providing emergency services before your internal alarm clock went off is, quite frankly, insane.
But you still got to work anyway.
You set the smoothie down in front of him, then slide over the plate of eggs and toast you made. It looks wholesome sitting next to the half-drunk Gatorade heâs been nursing since he woke up.
He stares at the plate, poking at the eggs and breaking the yolk. âI kinda thought youâd bring McDonaldâs or somethingâŠâ
You smack him upside the head and point at the food. Enjin glares at you, yet takes a bite anyway. He can whine all he wants, but heâs the one who begged you to come overânot to mention your breakfast clears a McGriddle by a mile.
Sitting across from him with your arms crossed, you yawn. You were up late tooâjust not stumbling around his frat house. You stayed in, binge-watching shows to reset your brain after getting handed all your new classes this week.
Enjin had something to say about that too, complaining about how your attendance at his frat was so important to him. But thatâs when all the crazies come out, and there was no way you were dealing with blackout freshmen puking on your shoes.
It was bad enough youâre stuck taking care of an almost-puking Enjin as it is.
He's talking, nearly spitting pieces of egg at you.
âEw, grossâdonât talk with your mouth full. I know your mom taught you better than that.â
He ignores the jab and picks up a piece of toast, holding it out toward you. âYouâre going to make a good wife someday, youâve already had plenty of practice with me.â
You snort. âI donât play wife with you, Iâm basically your maid.â
âMaid, wife. Same difference.â
âYouâre such a dick, you know that?â
Your eyes drift past him to the wall behind the kitchen table. The photos are still taped up unevenly with peeling cornersâpictures of his frat brothers, old high school friends, random blurry party shots. Then there are the ones of you two.
Prom. Graduation. One from the first time you ever hung out outside of schoolâboth of you younger, awkward, not quite this version of yourselves yet.
Youâve been best friends since high school. He was new, and you were assigned to show him around. He wasnât all that different back thenâstill sassy and observantâbut he was quieter, less sure of himself, and you were the first person who made the place feel less foreign for him.
Sometimes you think it was fate that shoved you into each otherâs lives that day, because without it, you probably wouldâve stayed in completely separate circles. You donât think you wouldâve chosen each other on purpose.
As much as you canât stand him some days, youâre inseparable. Heâsâcorny as it soundsâyour person. And if anyone asked him, heâd say youâre his too. Zero hesitation.
And if things werenât already stereotypical enough as is, youâd definitely had feelings for him at one pointâbecause who wouldnât have? Enjinâs always been a hot shot. Even as a teenager he's had that thing about him. It wasnât exactly earth shattering and shocking that you developed a crush.
You had a boyfriend when the two of you first met (sadly your first and only one, actually), which ended a bit after you and Enjin became inseparable. He said it was because of how close you were. At the time it felt crazy dramatic, but looking back, you get it. When youâre young, any attractive guy with that kind of presence feels like competition.Â
Especially one who seems to understand you better than your own boyfriend does.
And once that fell apart, you fell. Head over your damn heels. Heâs cute and funny, makes you feel important and treats you like you're his girlâjust not officially. Princess treatment before it was even a joke between you twoâto this day youâre spoiled absolutely rotten. It wasnât exactly hard to grow heart eyes.
But first and foremost, you were his best friend. That was the foundation, and always had been. And over time, that really did become enough.
It took a little while to settle into that reality, sure. But as you both grew up and matured, you realized something importantâyou didnât want to risk losing your person over feelings that might complicate everything. Being his homegirl, his ride or die, the one he calls firstâthat meant more than anything ever could.
~
One month laterâŠ
âExcuse me.â
You turn at the voice behind you.
Itâs some guy youâre pretty sure you havenât noticed in this lecture beforeâand you feel like you wouldâve remembered him. Heâs got this blank, almost drained expressionâlike he hasnât slept in weeks, which is pretty impressive considering itâs only the second week of the semester. There are faint streaks of grey in his hair too. Damn, how old is this guy?
Okay, he doesnât look old. Just like heâs lived three lives already and none of them went smoothly. Hereâs to a fourth?
âDo you have this weekâs notes?â he asks. His voice is nice, low and deep. Pretty, even. It just sounds like heâs running on a dead battery.
âYeah,â you tap your laptop. âTheyâre all on here though.â He nods once. âThatâs fine.â
Thereâs a pause. Heâs still looking at you.
âSo⊠Do you want me to email them to you, orâŠ?â
He nods again and gestures toward your laptop.
You hesitate for half a secondâbecause, hello, strangerâbut hand it over anyway.
âI feel like I havenât seen you in class before,â you say, attempting small talk while he types in his email. He doesnât look up. âIâm always in the back. I moved up a few seats because someone kept taking mine.â
âThis late in?â You let out a small laugh. âSwear some people donât understand seating rules.â
âThere are seating rules?â
âUm⊠yeah. Like, once you pick your seat the first week, everyone just collectively agrees thatâs your spot.â
He finishes typing and hands the laptop back to you. Youâre still not sure what to make of him. You glance at the email he sent it to. âZodyl⊠cool name.â
âThank you.â
You try to introduce yourself in return, but he cuts you off, âI know.â
Youâre spent thinking about that interaction for the rest of the day. Youâve met some interesting people before, but heâs definitely up there.
Later that evening, sprawled out on your floor and staring at the ceiling while Enjin lounges on your bedâyouâre rambling, replaying every second of it while he half listens, tossing in comments whenever he feels like it.
âHe kind of looks like a bug,â you say, sitting up suddenly. âWait. What if he is a bug and just hasnât figured out human interaction yet?â
Enjin hums. âSounds like youâre bug-phobic.â
âI am not! I can be accepting of bug people. He seems nice enough. Just⊠super weird.â
âMaybe he thought you were pretty. Made him nervous.â
âHe did not seem into meââ
âNah, he wanted a piece of that and short-circuited.â
You smack his leg. âShut up. Quit being an ass.â
âIâm serious!â He kicks that same hand, âGuys get weird when theyâre into someone.â
Heâs not overly concerned about this Zodyl guy, but you forming connections with random men has always made him cautious.
Enjin knows how guys are. He is oneâand youâre his girl to look out for.
âZodylâŠâ He finally looks up from his phone to glance at you on the floor. âIsnât he the one who hangs out with that super wacked-out group?â
You scoff. âArenât you one to talk.â
âI think heâs a narc. Actuallyâno. Maybe not. Pretty sure one of his friends is on drugs.â
âCan you be nice for, like, two seconds?â
âSays the girl who just called him a bug. Guess weâre both hypocrites.â
~
When you walk into class again, Zodyl is sitting in the seat next to yours. He doesnât acknowledge you when you drop your bag down and pull your chair out, just sits there facing forward like a creepy NPC in a horror game.Â
You've started unpacking your things when he speaks. âThank you for your help.â
âWithâŠ?â
âLending me your notes.â
âOh.â You remember. âYeah, no worries. Iâm glad Iâm not taking them for nothing.â
âI didnât steal anyoneâs seat.â Zodyl looks at your confused expression for a brief second before facing forward again. âThe seating rules.â He adds, a strand of hair falling near his nose in a way that feels cinematic. âNo one had been sitting here. I didnât take a seat.â
You canât help but laugh. âI mean, I wasnât filing a complaint.â
âI didnât want you to think I was inconsiderate.â
The professor starts shuffling papers at the front, and students are settling in. âDo you care if I stay here?â he asks.
You look at him properly this time. Okay, maybe he doesnât seem as strange up close. âNot at all,â you say, smiling. âMi casa es su casa.â
âWhat?â
âNever mind.â You wave it off. âYouâre welcome to sit there, Zodyl.â
After class, he hands you a piece of paper. You take it, looking confused as you glance down at it and back up at him.
He gestures toward sheet in your hand. âYour number.â
You blink. âMy phone number?â
Passing you a pen as confirmation, you think he couldâve passed you his phone insteadâbut sure. This works too.
âIf I need more help. You do well with this subject.â
âYeah, of course!â You beam at the compliment. âAlways happy to be of assistance.â You think, just for the faintest moment, there may be the slight chance of the smallest smile on his face. Or youâre crazy.
As heâs going to leave, âI like your sweater. Purple is a nice color on you.â
Later that afternoon, you burst into Enjinâs apartment without knocking. âZodyl asked for my phone number. Well, sort of. He didnât really askââ
Enjin barely reacts to the intrusionâyou do this all the timeâmid-sip of his beer.
âBug-man?â He asks, eyeing you as you pace around his kitchen.
âYes, bug-man,â youâre practically doing laps around the room. âBut heâs not actually that scary up close.â
âHe was up close?â
âHe moved to the seat next to mine. And then asked if it was okay that he stayed there.â Pause. âIt was kind of cute.â
âSo now bugs are cute?â
You grab an apple off his counter and throw it at him. âShut up, Jinâ. Iâm trying to tell you what happened.â
Enjin holds his free hand up in mock surrender. âMy bad, mama. Continue.â
Your pacing begins again, along with the rambling. âHe kept staring at me. Like, a lot. At first it was uncomfortable. Full eye contact, no blinking. I thought he was glitching.â
âSome people pay extra for that kind of attention.â
âWhat did I tell you about shutting up? Anyway, he asked for my number. Said it was for âhelp with class,â but then he complimented my sweater.â
Putting your hands on your hips, you grin at Enjin, all teeth and bright eyes. âSo now Iâm kind of flattered by the staring. Maybe you were right. Maybe he does think Iâm cute.â
Enjin tilts his head, âOf course he thinks youâre cute,â a beer is tossed to you. âIâve been saying that. Took someone long enough to catch up.â
He gestures his can towards you. âJust donât let him steal my spotlight.â
Which, unfortunately, after a few weeks, kind of started happening.
You were talking to Zodyl more. In class, obviouslyâbut outside of it too. Sure, sometimes it was about lecture stuffâhe did need help here and there. But heâd also start talking about projects he was working on, random ideas, or things he was building.
You still made time for Enjin, it wouldâve been crazy not to. The routine included being at his place constantly, or he was at yours, or you were out somewhere with the group, or at one of his parties. You saw him pretty much every day.
But now, sometimes your phone would buzz and youâd glance down mid-conversation. Or youâd cut yourself off to respond to a text. Or youâd casually bring up bug-man (the nickname stuck).
It wasnât that you had a new guy friend. Youâve always had them. You and Enjin share a huge friend groupâyouâre close with Gris, with Follo, with August and Corvusâeven the dweeb kids Zanka and Rudo that Enjin somehow adopted during his fraternity service hours at the high school. You being friends with other guys has never been new, never been weird, and never been a problem.
What was new was that this guy was clearly into you.
And, again, Enjin knows how guys are. Enjin is guys. Mr. Easy. Mr. I-know-exactly-what-theyâre-thinking-because-Iâm-thinking-it-too. So yeah, it made him stressed. Not because he thought you couldnât handle yourselfâbut because he knew how quickly things could flip. He didnât like the idea of you getting played, used, or fed some bullshit.
You were his to look out for.
At first he didnât pay much attention to Zodyl. But now? His guard was fully up, because if anyone was going to rescue you from a bad situation, it was him.
He crashed out a little when you skipped your weekly fast-food movie night to study with that⊠thing. You hadnât missed one since you started them as teenagers. Sick? Heâd just show up at yours. Busy? Youâd make it work.
But no. Here comes the cockroach, interrupting tradition.
It didnât help that Zodyl knew who he was, too. Which, okayâfair. Enjin was known campus-wide for more than a few reasons. That wasnât the shocking part. What was shocking was how much he knew.
âOkay, so heâs a narc who hangs out with a druggie and now heâs a stalker,â Enjin said at one point, throwing his hands up after you casually mention something Zodyl knew about him that felt way too specific. âHow the hell does he know about my lucky umbrella?â
You sigh, rubbing your forehead. âFirst of all, heâs not a druggie and his name is Jabberââ
âThe fuck kind of name is Jabber? Thatâs not helping his case.â
ââSecond of all,â you continue over him, âyou carry that umbrella everywhere. Even when itâs sunny. Zodyl is just observant.â
âWhy am I being observed?â Enjin demands. âAnd how does he know itâs lucky!â
He didnât like Zodyl. Not at all. And technically, he didnât even know him. Even if Zodyl somehow knew too much about him.
One time, Enjin spotted him in passing on the way to class. Decided to be mature about it for you. If this guy was going to be in your life, the least he could do was be polite.
He waved. Gave him his best smile, pearly white canines flashing in greeting. âHey, man!â
Zodyl didnât even look at him.
But Enjin had always been your number one complication when it came to men. Either he scared them offâbecause being best friends with a hot, confident guy is intimidating (see: your last boyfriend)âor he attracted the wrong ones. The kind who only got close to you because they wanted proximity to him.
Zodyl was neither. He didnât seem repelled by Enjin, and he didnât seem particularly interested in knowing him personally either. No weird fan behavior. Outside of, okay, maybe some mildly stalker-ish observational habits.
It was a nice change of paceâhaving someone who seems interested in you and not because of who youâre friends with. Even if Zodyl was kind of weird, and you could never fully get a read on what was going on in his head.
Enjin stayed cordial. For the most part. Heâd toss in a comment here and there when you brought Zodyl upânothing too serious, just enough to let you know he had opinionsâbut he never outright fought you on it. Unless it was something justified, like ditching movie night. That was so different.
Even with all his side-eyes and sarcastic remarks, he knows youâre an adult. He knows youâre not naĂŻve. If anything, he knows you too well to think youâd let yourself get played without noticing.
That doesnât mean he stops thinking about it.
Or worrying about it.
~
Follo squints at you, Semiu, and Tomme as you push your way into the kitchen. âWhat are you three supposed to be?â
Itâs Halloween, aka the biggest party of the semester. The house is so packed you can barely see the floor, just a blur of shoes and spilled drinks and strobe lights.
âWeâre kiss, marry, kill,â Semiu says, lifting the plastic knife sheâs been carrying around all night.
âThatâs basic.â
Her eyes narrow at him. âAnd what are you?â
Follo taps the crooked paper plumbob taped to a headband on his head. âIâm a Sim.â
You laugh. âBe serious.â
âI am serious.â
Semiu turns to Gris, whoâs leaning against the counter with fake blood smeared across his shirt. âAnd youâre⊠bloody Adam Sandler?â
âI didnât have time to get a costume, and the blood is from Corvus fighting for his life with Party City vampire gel. At least Iâm not dressed as a prisoner.â Gris nods toward Enjin, whoâs standing there in an orange jumpsuit. He just smirks. âIt was either Ghostface or this, and I wanted to get handcuffed.â
Semiu clicks her tongue. âOf course you do.â
Tomme glances over her shoulder. âTamsyâs somewhere in the living room as an angel.â Youâre still laughing at everyone, all the shots in your system from the pre-game making things way funnier than they are. âSo weâre all just Pinterest stereotypes tonight, letâs call it even.â
You make your way over to Enjinâs sideâlike you always doâand hold your hand out for his drink. He passes it without question. Your first instinct is to chug, then just as quickly you gag. âEw, what the hell is in this?â
âA lot,â he takes the cup back. âWe all brought different alcohol and just mixed it together. August added grenadine though, so itâs pretty much a cocktail.â
âThatâs not a cocktail. I feel like I just drank water straight from Chernobyl.â
He laughs and throws his arm around you, pulling you into his side. In a house this packed, being next to him is the best place. Heâs your designated safe spot.
âAre you supposed to be âkissâ?â he asks, poking one of the lipstick marks Semiu left on your cheek.
âWell Iâm not wearing a veil or holding a knife, am I?âÂ
âDo I get one?â Enjin puckers his lips dramatically, and you slap your hand over his mouth. âGo find someone to put you in handcuffs so I donât have to deal with you.â
âI tried, there are no cop girls here. Very disappointing.â
âShouldâve gone with Ghostface. You wouldâve gotten laid faster.â
Gris leans over Enjinâs shoulder, eyeing you. âSo. Whereâs your boyfriend?â Heat flushes your face. âHeâs not my boyfriend.â
Enjin feels something hot twist in his chest. He couldnât even get thirty minutes of standing next to you without that thing getting brought up. âHe doesnât seem like the party type anyway,â Enjinâs jaw clenches, voice tight.
âYeah, but I asked if he wanted to come anyway. He wasnât interested.â
Thank fucking God, he thinks.
And then, like clockwork, your phone lights up.
Every ounce of relief he had evaporates the second he sees the name on your screen.
âHe canât get enough of you, huh?â Follo throws in.
Enjin is actually going to punch someone.
You look down at your phone, and your lips curve softly. Your face lights up in a way that makes something in him snap. Before he even thinks about it, he snatches the phone out of your hand and lifts it above your head.
âEnjin!â you shout, jumping for it. âGive it back!â
âGet off your phone,â he holds it higher as you try to climb him. âLive in the moment.â The messages are still open. He sees the photos you sent earlierâyour costume and a selfie of your trio.
zodyl !!
You look pretty.
Have fun tonight.
His grip tightens around your phone. For a split second he considers smashing it. Instead, he locks the screen and shoves it into his pocket. âNo more phone tonight.â
âWhatever,â you shrug him off, visibly annoyed. âWhat is your problem?â
He doesnât answer.
âCâmon,â you grab Semiu and Tommeâs hands. âI wanna dance.â
You drag them away to the group of people that are dancing in the living room, but never leaving Enjinâs line of sight. He never let you at parties.
Listen, you havenât had a boyfriend since high school. Youâve never really shown much interest in dating either. So the idea of you actually having something with this guy?
The hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
Leaning back and watching you dance, Enjin decides to actually look at you. Like, really look at you. Figure out what it is thatâs suddenly pulling Zodylâs attention your way.
He starts with your face. Glitter highlight catching the lights, eyeshadow sparkling every time you turn your head. That loose, drunk smile painted in lipstick that matches the kiss prints on your cheeks and collarbones. Your hair falling in messy pieces around your face, swaying as you move.
Then lower.
The lace bra strap peeking out from under your little red dress, the fabric hugging you just right to leave very little to the imagination. His eyes trace the dip of your back. Your eyes. Your hair. Your neck. Your lips.
Your tits and ass.
You.
Oh.
Oh shit.
When did you get this hot?
He suddenly becomes hyper-aware of how you stand out from everyone else in the room.
Youâre the most attractive girl at this party. And not in a âsheâs my best friend so Iâm obligated to think thatâ kind of way.Â
Itâs a âIâve suddenly opened my eyes and realized my best friend would be more than capable of getting my dick hardâ kind of way.
Heâs never thought you were ugly, of course heâs always known youâre pretty.
Itâs justâback in high school, you were so dorky. In his head, thatâs kind of where you stayed. His silly best bud.Â
When youâve known someone that long, they sort of freeze in your mind. You stop updating the image. So heâs always seen you as that teenage girl he met freshman year.
He realizes youâre not that girl anymore. Youâre grown. Youâve been grown.
Fuck, when did that happen?
Had you always gotten this kind of attention looking like this, and he just never clocked it? How did he, of all slutty men, miss your glaring sex appeal?
Is that why all of his past lovers got so angered by you? Because youâwhoâs objectively funny, smart, and clearly very attractiveâwere his girl best friend?
He always brushed it off as jealousy over the attention. And yeah, sure, he gave you a lot of it. Now heâs starting to think that wasnât it. They werenât just annoyed, they were threatened. Just as bad as the guys who saw him with you.
You were competition.
And if he were in their shoes? Heâd feel insecure standing next to you too.
Now, knowing there are guys looking at you like that, something fires up under his skin. It doesnât feel protective anymore, not like it usually does.
It feels territorial.
Youâre his girl. Youâve always been his girlâand now there are other men looking at you?
Absolutely not.
That doesnât work for him. Thatâs never been how this goes.
~
It becomes Enjinâs number one mission to steer Zodyl away from you. Or better yet, steal you back. Not that youâd actually been taken from him, but his ego took a hit that night, and something in him shifted. Thereâs this new awareness when he looks at youâand he doesnât know what to do with it except act.
Operation: Kill The Roach.
After the party, heâs insufferable. Groaning every time your phone lights up. Rolling his eyes when you answer a call. Going dead silent the second Zodylâs name gets mentioned. Any hint of him in your sentence and Enjinâs already bitching.
âI dunno babe, I just get bad vibes. Like, he ate birds as a kid or somethinââŠâ
âBirds?!â
Youâre over it. Completely.
What used to be light teasing turns into actual arguments. Every time you say youâre going to hang out with Zodyl, itâs a fight. Every. Single. Time. He argues like itâs his job. You can see the jealousy plain as dayâitâs written all over himâbut what you donât understand is why it showed up out of nowhere. He was fine before!
You try reassuring him. Tell him heâll always be your best friend. Which, apparently, is the worst possible thing you could say. Nothing lands right anymore. You donât even know what he wants from you at this point.
You and Enjin argue sometimes. Thatâs normal. But itâs never been like this between the two of you.Â
After one particularly nasty fight, youâre sitting on his bed, laptop open, trying to focus on a paper. Heâs right beside you, silent. You can practically feel the heat radiating off himâthe tension is suffocating.
Youâre too tired to deal with it anymore.
âHey.â
You donât even look at him. âDonât start again.â
âDo you think Iâm hot?â
That makes you turn. âCome again?â
Heâs staring at you like heâs dead serious. âI asked if you think Iâm hot. Sexy. Attractive. Whatever.â
âI mean, yeah. Who doesnât?â You squint at him. âIsnât that what gets you pussy?â Snorting a little. âDefinitely not your personality.â
âOkayâŠâ His jaw tightens. âDo you think Iâm hotter than Zodyl?â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âPretty straightforward question, ma.â
âItâs not though?â He was being insane.
âWhoâs more attractive? Me or him?â
âDude, where is all of this coming from?â
âIâm not dude.â
âOkay, Enjin. Get your panties out of a twist.â You roll your eyes and scoff at his attitude, turning back to your laptop.
He shuts it mid-citation.
You barely have time to react before he moves in, bracing his arms on either side of you and popping your personal space bubble. You fall back slightly onto the pillow behind you, catching yourself on your elbows.
âStop avoiding the question.â His eyes are locked on yours, and this doesnât feel like your usual play-fighting.
âIââ
âSwear to God, if you dodge it again.â
âI donât know!â Youâre flustered now, fully. Heâs not backing off. You swallow. âI guess I havenât really thought about it?â
âThen think about it.â
You hesitate.
Sure, Zodyl is attractive. In his weird, bug-adjacent way. Handsome. Broody. That whole mysterious thing that works on people if you ignore the super off-putting energy.
But Enjin is⊠Enjin.
He has a reputation for a reasonâanyone with functioning eyesight would say heâs sexy. Youâve also seen the parts no one else gets to. The real personality under the persona. You watched him grow into the man he is today.
And heâs one hell of a man.
âUm⊠you?â It comes out sounding like a question.
Heâs way too close. âWhyâd you say it like that? You lyinâ to me?â
âNo.â You push at his forehead with one finger, trying to create space. âI just had to think about it.â
âDo you need to be convinced?â
A squeak slips out, âConvincedâŠ?â
Your face is burning. He doesnât even fully know what he meant by that, but youâre flushed and breathing shallow and looking at him like that, and his mouth is running ahead of his brain.
One of his hands lands on the headboard behind youâleaning in to where you can feel his breath on your cheek. âYeah,â he murmurs. âI can convince you.â
You donât know what to do with your hands, folding your arms awkwardly across your chest. âJinâ⊠be honest, are you jealous?â
He jerks back like you slapped him. âJealous?â The idea is preposterous. What heâs feeling is far deeper than that. âNo. Iâm not jealous.â
You give a small, unimpressed laugh. âItâs been kind of sounding like it.â
He sits back with a huff, and youâre still half-reclined, heart racing, trying to process whatever the fuck just happened.
âAwh, câmon. Youâll always be number one in my heart.â There you go, trying to reassure him again. Youâre teasing, but the way you phrase it makes something twist in his chest.
Number one. Like thereâs a ranking. Like there could be a number two. A number three. Like you could still choose someone else, and heâd justâ
No. It doesnât matter if heâs first or hundredth. Thereâs no room in your heart for any other man.Â
He doesnât even know what he wants out of that. A relationship with you?
A relationship?
With you?
The two of you already have one. Just not the romantic kindâand the ideas never really crossed his mind before.
But now that it has, it wonât leave.
And the more he sits there, the more one thing becomes very clear to him. He wantsâno, needs you to be his.
Enjin only ramps it up from there.
Heâs working overtime with you now. Picking you up from every single class, whether you ask him to or not. And when you walk out of the one you share with Zodyl, he makes a whole production out of itâgrabbing your arm, tugging you into his chest, telling you how much he missed you. Even if he literally saw you twelve hours ago.
Zodyl doesnât react. No expression. Just a quiet âgoodbye,â and he walks off.
Then texts you anyway.
So Enjin starts getting more physical. Not that physical affection was ever weird between you twoâitâs always been a thingâbut this is different. Itâs doubled and bolder. A hand sliding onto your thigh with a squeeze while he drives. Pulling you tighter against him during movie night and pressing kisses to the top of your head. Fingers threading through your hair while youâre trying to focus on homework.
At parties, where he used to just rest a steady hand on your lower back to keep you grounded and near him, is now both hands planted on your hips. Your back flush against his chest, chin resting on your shoulder.
He even starts stripping down when he knows youâre coming over. Shirt gone. Sweatpants hanging low on his hips. Hair loose instead of slicked backâthe way he knows you like it. He corners you in the kitchen once while youâre cooking, pressing in close under the excuse of âjust grabbing a cup.â Tattooed biceps right by your head as he reaches above you.Â
Once, knowing you were coming over, he walked out into the living room straight from the showerâstill dripping. Water tracked down his chest, droplets falling from the ends of his hair.Â
He stretched slowly, arms lifting over his head so his muscles flexed and shifted on purpose, towel falling enough to make you nervous he was about to flash you. Then he looked at you like heâd just noticed you were there. âHey, pretty girl,â cue a very fake yawn, âwhenâd you get here?â
Itâs way more intimate than itâs ever been. Friendly affection got left behind a mile ago.
Heâs pulling out every trick he has. And Enjin has magic. He knows exactly how to use his charm, his presence. Heâs slutting himself out more than ever before, and heâs laying it on thick.
Maybe too thick. More than he needed to.
Because thereâs one thing he doesnât know.
You used to have feelings for him.
You were still frustrated with him. Still violently annoyed. He was overbearing, dramatic, and utterly impossible lately.
But after that nightâafter he had you pinned between pillows and freedom, barely any space between youâyou couldnât ignore the feelings that slowly started to resurface.
The energy between you felt different. The way he looked at you wasnât the same anymore. The way he touched you for sure wasnât.
You started feeling like that same teenage girl who had the fattest crush on her best friend. The one who read too much into every lingering touch and every half-smile. He was getting you all hot nâ botheredâit was embarrassing. You thought youâd grown out of that.
Youâre adults now. You donât get to have dramatic, delusional fantasies about your best friend suddenly realizing he wants you. Thatâs middle school shit.
Even if, lately, heâs been acting like heâs fighting for his own damn life every time youâre around.
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âI wanna go bowling,â Follo announces, taking a drag from the blunt as he lays practically horizontal across the back of the couch. Enjin and Gris have shoved him off at least three times already just to mess with him, but he keeps climbing back up like itâs his assigned seat.
Everyoneâs at Enjinâs place for the night. Thereâs a movie playing in the background that no oneâs actually watching, drinks scattered across the coffee table, his favorite cracked ashtray sitting in the middle as a decorative piece.
Follo pushes himself uprightâimmediately losing balance and sliding off the couch again. âOw,â he grunts. âWho wants to go bowling?â
âRight now?â Gris looks at him like heâs insane.
âYeah. Right now.â
âWe are not going bowling right now,â Enjin snatches the blunt from his hand. âMaybe this weekend.â
âCanât this weekend!â August calls out from the floor. âI have a project due!â You sink back further into the armchair. âI canât either.â
Follo groans dramatically. âYou of all people should be able to go. Please?â
âI already have plans. Iâm sorry though.â You give him a sympathetic look and he whines at it. Tomme shifts on the floor, propping her chin on your leg as she looks up at you. âWhatâs got you busy?â
You hesitate for half a second. âUh⊠I have a date.â
That gets everyoneâs attention.
Gris lets out a low whistle, and Semiu nods approvingly. âYou go girl. Your years of celibacy are finally over.â You flip her off playfully. âShut the fuck up, itâs not like that.â
âFine,â Follo sighs, still pouting. âYouâre excused from bowling, I guess. Congrats that he finally grew a pair.â
âThank you for approving my time off, Follo.â
Enjin goes completely still where heâs standing. Lips pressed into a thin line. Teeth grinding so hard it looks painful.
âYou look mad,â Folloâs still beneath him on the floor. âBe happy for her!â
Enjin shoots him a look that could kill. âYouâre too high,â he mutters, planting his foot against Folloâs chest and nudging him back. âGreen out. Right now.â
Follo starts dramatically thrashing like Enjinâs actually crushing him, even though heâs barely applying pressure.
He canât even look at you. He knows if he does, heâs going to say or do something he canât take back. And he has no idea what that something would even be.
But youâre looking at him.
And Folloâs right. Why canât he just be happy for you? Heâs your best friend. Heâs always been your loudest supporter, and your biggest cheerleader. Every win, every milestone, every dumb little achievementâyouâve never had to question whether heâd show up for you.
So why is this so different?
You canât deny that when Zodyl first asked you out, your instinct was to hesitate. With the way Enjinâs been acting lately, and old feelings creeping back in at the worst possible timeânot to mention the possibility that actually dating someone could put space between you and himâyou were torn.
Enjin doesnât look at you for the rest of the night.
He stays mostly silent, tossing in a response here and there so he doesnât completely kill the vibe. But he wonât meet your eyes. Wonât laugh at your jokes. Wonât even brush past you the way he usually does.
Even after everyone leaves and you stay behind to help him clean upâlike you doâhe acts like youâre not there.
When youâre done, you grab your things and head toward the door. âIâm leaving!â you call out. Your hand is already on the handle when you hear footsteps, quick and uneven.
âWait.â
He canât let you walk out like this. You turn. âYeah?â
Enjin closes the distance in two strides and pins you against the door. One hand on either side of your face, holding you there.Â
âAre youâŠâ he starts, then stops, thoughts racing faster than he can control. âAre you going to go on that date?â
Heâs so close that you can feel his breath. It pulls you straight back to every moment lately where heâs been inches away, touching you like he does. Your heart is pounding so hard you think he can hear it.
âWhy wouldnât I?âÂ
âBecause I donât want you to.â
You should be furious. You should call him controlling. Tell him to get over himself. But instead, youâre just hurt. âWhy canât you be happy for me?â
The question hits him harder than anything else tonight. It loops in his head until only one answer presents itself.
âThereâs only room for me.â
âIâve already told youââ
âNo.â His voice is stern. âThereâs only room for me.â
âListen to me,â you plead. âYou'll always be my best friend, and thatâs never going to change. Itâs okay for me to try out a relationship. I wonât leave you behind. I promise.â Your hand lifts to give him a pinky promise, and he pushes it away. âThen try it out with me.â
You freeze. âWhat?â
âA relationship. Have one with me.â
âJinâ, hey. Like I said, youâre my best friendââ
Those words land wrong just like the others.
Enjin steps back, retreating. âYeah. Youâre right. Sorry, maâ. I overstepped.â As much as he hates to do it, heâll throw in the towel if you werenât willing. âBe safe getting home, okay? Have fun this weekend.â
âStop.â
âItâs late, and I know you like your Saturdays quiet andââ
âEnjin.â Your voice snaps, sharp. âWhat the fuck are you talking about?â
âWhat are you saying to me? What have you been saying to me?â You step toward him. Every step feels loud. âDo you like me?â Youâre right in front of him now, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him down so he has to look at you again. He lets out a half-laugh, half-breath. âUnderstatement.â
âSince when?â
âIâve always liked you, baby.â
âWhen?â
He runs a hand through his hair, frustrated. âThink it started when you came in talking about that bugââ You tighten your grip. âSorry. Zodyl. When you told me he was texting you nâ shit.â
âAnd then it was thing after thing, and I realized youâre my girl. Nobody elseâs. Youâre my girl in every way, whether you feel the same or not.â
âI donâtââ Your voice wavers. âI donât understand.â
He sighs, disgruntled. âWell Iâve been trying to show youââ
âThen show me now.â The words make Enjin's heart stop. âIâll be receptive. Help me understand.â
âYou donât know what youâre asking.â
âI do,â you push. âHelp me understand what youâre feeling.â The way he hesitates makes you frustrated. âPlease?â
He surges forward and bites down on your neckâhard. Aggressive enough that you know itâs going to leave a mark. He pulls back just enough to drag his tongue over the indents of his teeth, like heâs making sure it sets.
Your hands fly from his collar to his shoulders with a sharp gasp. It hurtsâreally fucking badâbut the way heâs kissing over it now makes your stomach twist and heat pool.Â
âMy girl,â he mutters against your skin, words rough between messy kisses and lingering nips. âAll mine.â His hand slides up your waist to your collar, tugging it aside so he can press another bite into your shoulder.
âNghâJinâ, waitââ you whimper as he does it again.
âShowing you,â heâs completely lost in it. In you. In the act of marking you up. âShowing them.â His hands are gripping you like he thinks youâre about to disappear. Like if he loosens his hold for even a second, youâll slip through his fingers.
When he finally pulls back, his pupils are blown wide, chest rising and falling too fast. He looks utterly wrecked. âIâll do anything for you, maâ,â he breathes, voice rough, almost breaking. âSo quit lookinâ at other guys and just belong to me. Shitâdo I gotta get on my knees and beg?â
This is Enjin. The cocky, arrogant, campus-famous flirt whose ego usually fills the room before he does. And right now heâs undone.
For you.
You rub his shoulders, trying to soothe him, thumb brushing over his cheek, under his eye. âYouâre so stupid, you know that?â
He frowns slightly.
âStupid and blind.â A laugh escapes you as you recall how obvious you were about your feelings when you were younger. âI had the biggest crush on you in high school, I was so down bad.â
âWas?â he hones in on the word.
âWell, yeah,â you tap his cheek. âI had to get over myself if I wanted to stay your friend. And I did. I learned to be okay with that because I knew the chances of you feeling the same were slim to none. I figured I wasnât your type.â
âMy⊠my type?â
Thinking back nowâlate nights next to someone else, wondering if you got home safe, if youâd eaten, if you were laughing somewhere without himâhe realizes youâve always been the woman that mattered the most to him. Checking all of his boxes.
âYou always teased me. Called me a dork or weird like I was just your annoying little sidekickââ His fingers hook into your belt loops and he yanks you forward before you can finish, lips crashing against yours.
Itâs desperate, rough and messy. Nothing like the soft, perfect first kiss with him you imagined when you were sixteen.Â
Your hands paw at his chest as he kisses you like itâs life or death, like this is the only way he knows how to prove himself worthy for you. With those fresh bite marks burning against your skin, a declaration of his claim on you, youâre living out your childish wet dream of your best friend.
With Enjin.
He pushes you backward and you stumble, falling onto the couch with a breathless laugh that dies the second he follows.
Enjin doesnât hesitate. Heâs on you immediately, bracketing you in, one hand planted by your head while the other grips your waist. He wedges his leg between yours to keep you right where he wants you. âShouldâve realized sooner,â frustration and want tangled together in him. âCouldâve saved us so much time.â
He rolls his hips down just enough to make you gasp, a soft sound slipping out before you can stop it.
âFuck,â he growls into your mouth. âYouâre so hot.â
The compliment goes straight between your legs. The idea of Enjin looking at you like thisâwanting you like thisâused to feel delusional, so far fetched. And now youâre pinned beneath him while he kisses you stupid.
This is different from anything youâve ever had. Your kisses with your ex-boyfriend donât even compare. Those were childish polite pecks.Â
The way he makes out with you is art. He nips at your bottom lip, drags his tongue along the seam of your mouth until you part for him. His hands slide under your shirt, palms warm against bare skin, fingers splaying like heâs mapping you out because he never got to before.
Heâs going to make up for lost time.
Enjin knows youâve never done anything like this before. Semiu wasnât joking about your years of celibacy, and the fact that heâs the one youâre here with right now does something reckless to his ego.Â
He wants to be the one you remember, the one your body responds to without thinking. The one who teaches you what this is supposed to feel like. He wants it burned into you so deep that no one else even registersâin a way where when you close your eyes, itâs him. When you think about being touched, itâs him. When you imagine wanting someone, itâs him.
Heâs not just trying to winâheâs trying to make sure thereâs no competition ever again.
A hand slides up your stomach to the underwire of your bra, teasing the edge and making you shiver. His thumb brushes over your nipple, leaving you gasping for airâa silent plea for more. All while his other hand finds the waistband of your pants, tugging impatiently as he kneads your breast. Every touch of his ignites your skin.
Enjin pulls back just enough to look at you, hand still hooked at your waistband, thumb brushing the skin there while his lips trail back down to your neckâslower this time, less frantic.
âIs this okay?â Heâs bracing himself for rejection. âIf you donât want this, Iâll stop. We can pretend it never happened.â
âYou can go on your date,â he adds, voice rough but steadier than before. âAnd Iâll stay in my place.â
As much as Enjin doesnât want you to deny him, he meant it when he said heâll do anything you ask of himâeven though the erection in his pants hurts so bad right now.
âNo,â fingers fisting into his hair as you try to pull his lips back onto yours, you thrust your hips up to meet hisâdesperate for any friction to satiate the pooling between your thighs. âI donât wanna stop, donât wanna goââ
In one smooth motion, heâs lifting you up and carrying you straight toward his bedroom. The door barely makes it open before heâs tossing you onto the bedâhands everywhere, guiding you, pressing you down.
He goes for your shirt first, tugging it up and over your head with impatient hands, barely giving you time to catch your breath before heâs working at your pants too.
Enjin sits back to look at you, nearly bare in nothing but your undergarments. Your chest is rising and falling, cheeks pink with swollen, glossy lipsâhis eyes trace your form, staring at the marks on your neck and shoulder. The expanse of your skin to leave more.
He feels his dick twitch and drool.Â
Shrugging his shirt off and tossing it aside, the tattoo along his stomach makes his abs stand out every time he moves. That mixed with the view of an imprint of his ever so hard cock beneath his sweats? Youâre salivating.
Enjin catches you looking and grins. âLike what you see?â
âI could say the same for you.â
âIs that even a question?â He laughs under his breath. âFuck yeah I do.â
He leans down, mouth trailing lower, lower, lowerâkissing along your stomach, over your hip, until heâs hovering right where you need him the most. He hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, pressing a slow kiss to the inside of your thigh.
Itâs soft, almost sweet. And then he bites again.
You jolt, and he looks up at you with that dangerous half-smirk as a faint red mark begins to bloom. âAnd this,â he traces his finger in a circle around the mark, âis for only me to see.â
His breath ghosts over your soaked panties, hot and teasing. Your hand presses against his forehead to stop him, and he groans at your touch. âWait,â your hips twitching up despite yourself. âYou donât have to⊠I know some guys donât likeââ Â
Enjin makes a show of pulling the lace down with his teeth. He flicks his tongue along your slit just once, slow enough for you to feel every damn nerve ending scream for more before pulling back with a shit eating grin. âNah, that ainât me, mama.â
The second those words leave his mouth has you clenching around nothing.
His tongue drags a filthy stripe from your entrance to your clit, and the second he tastes how wet and sweet you are has him grinding into the bed. âFuck," he rasps, âlook at that. All for me?â His thumb replaces his mouth just long enough to circle slow, maddening patterns while his other hand pins your hips down.Â
You choke on air when he finally sucks hard on that swollen budâthe vibration of his groan shooting straight through you as one finger sinks inside without warning. âMine,â Enjin repeats like a prayer between licks, teeth grazing where it makes stars explode behind your closed eyelids.
Your fingers fly to weave through his golden strands of hairâletting out a louder moan than you intended toâbefore slapping a hand over your mouth to muffle your sounds.Â
No, he canât have that.
With his free hand, he pulls yours away to lace your fingers together. âAwh, donât do that. Let me hear you.â
Rough tongue sending sparks coursing through you, he slips in another fingerâcurving them just right to hit that spot inside of you and drive you mad. His fingers tighten around yours, holding your hand like a lifelineâand you can see him shaking, straining as he fights the need to just get closer to you.Â
Youâre practically crying from just his mouth and fingers aloneâyou canât imagine what itâll feel like to have him inside of you. âAghâfuck! Oh, Enjinââ
âThat's it,â heâs purring against your clit, âkeep sayinâ my name just like that.â
Itâs too muchâtoo good. When you unconsciously try to wiggle away from his hold, Enjin tskâsâgrabbing your thigh by his head and pulling you back, pushing your hips down again to keep you in place. âWhere are you runninâ off to?â His eyes are locked on you. âYou're stayinâ right here, princess.â
âPlease, pleaseâJinâ, pleaseââ You havenât got the slightest clue what youâre begging for, but you just know you need more.Â
The obscene sound of you soaking his fingers punches an embarrassing moan from Enjinâs throat. Your back arches off the bed because of itâlips parted around his nameâwhile he watches with pupils blown black.
Enjinâs hips continue to jerk mindlessly, and he swears heâs going to bust his load in his pants from just the taste and sight of you.Â
âNghâEnjin, I think Iâmââ Attempting to warn him of your increasing climax, youâre cut off by him pulling away, coming up to kiss you. Itâs softer this timeâat least compared to his rough, desperate lips earlier. âNot yet.â
Taking off his pants, he finally releases his cock from its hold. You canât help but gape at itâtip red and angry, drops of precum leaking down. Itâs unfairly pretty.
And itâs big.
He reads the slightly fearful look on your face, rubbing soft circles into your hips. âHey, weâll take it slow, okay?â Every touch is a silent promise to youâthis is Enjin, youâre safe. Heâll always take care of you.
Lining himself up at your entrance, he looks at you for confirmation. This okay?
You swallow, nodding. He smiles, leaning down to press a kiss against your cheek as he pushes just the tip in.
âShitââ You wince in pain with a sharp inhale. Enjinâs lips brush over your temple as he pushes in inch by inch. âRelax, baby. Just breathe, Iâve got you.â
Bottoming out has him moaning, head dropping to the crook of your neck. âYou feel so good.â
Every muscle in his body contracts, trying not to moveâthis is your call, and heâll wait however long he needs to. Eventually, the pain subsides into a dull acheâbut underneath it is something better. When you feel his dick twitch inside of you, it makes your breath hitch.
You tap his shoulder.
âYou can move.â
Enjin pulls back ever so slightly, before rocking back into you. âYou're shaking,â He nuzzles the curve of your shoulder, inhaling the scent of sweat and your perfume. âYou okay?â
The feeling of that first thrust catches you off guard, and you gaspârunning your hands down the ink on his chest. âPerfect.â You nod profusely. âPlease donât stop.â
Slowly but surely, his hips start rolling in more shallow movements as he watches your face twist with newfound pleasure. Youâre clenching around him so hard itâs taking everything in him to last, which was no easy feat right now. âYouâre so tightââ
âYou sound like thatâs a bad thingâŠâ
That makes him laugh, even though half-way through it he chokes on a groan when you tighten up on him again. âNo, baby. Far from a bad thing.â
âYouâre so wet,â a kiss, âand grippinâ me like this,â a thrust. âFuck, maââitâs makinâ me lose my damn mind.â He picks up speed, and it feels so good that you are crying now. Big, fat tears beading at your lashes and running down your face.Â
âShh, donât cry baby,â Enjin cooes, catching the drops of salty tears with his tongueâlapping them up as they fall. Your nails claw down his backâso hard he thinks he may be bleedingâbut that only turns him on more.Â
Itâs kind of wildâseeing you laying beneath him, eyes glazed over and glossy with tears, moaning his name and crying, all fucked out on his dick. Never in a million years would he have thought heâd be balls deep inside of youâbut now heâs cursing himself for not doing this so much sooner.
His cock is hitting nerves that your fingers or toys could never reach, and your back arches into him every time it kisses your cervix. You also couldnât believe you were having sex with Enjinâsilently thanking whatever higher power is up there for finally granting your wish.
âYouâre so beautiful.â His hips roll in mind blowing circles. âAnd youâre so smart, funny, and kind.â Every praise is accompanied with a thrust that knocks sounds you didnât even know you were capable of from your lips.Â
âYouâre all mine, right?â You babble, nod, whatever. But thatâs not what he wants. He takes one hand and grabs your jaw, the other reaching down to circle your clit. The added stimulation along with him hitting all of the right spots in your gummy walls makes your vision blur. âNghâyes! Right thereâfeels so goodâŠâÂ
âWrong answer, try again.â His thrusts are brutal now, all softness out the window. âLet me hear you say it.â He grips your jaw harder, forcing you to look him in the eye, âI know you can. Câmonnnâjust use your words, princess.â
âYours!â You cry out, âMâ yoursâall yours, oh!â One particular snap of his hips has you practically screamingâyou make a mental note to write an apology letter to his neighbors. âOnly wanna be yours, Enjinââ
âAlways have beenââ You take his face in your hands, âNever loved anyone elseââÂ
Your nails raking down the sweat-slick nape of his neck has him moaning and moving like a damn dog in heat, hips jerking like a live wireâs been shoved up his spine. âI never ever will!âÂ
Your voice is like cupidâs arrow right in his heart. No pussyâs ever had him this drunk on it beforeâlosing all of his self controlâbut that was just the spell you had on him. Constantly pulling at his heart strings, and shit, he wished he'd always loved you this way.
Maybe he had. Maybe you were right that he was stupidâhe never really was very good with feelings. Heâll never make a mistake like that again.
âThatâs my good girl, always sayinâ exactly what I want to hearâŠâ Heâs trying so hard to hold on. âGodâMâ sorry, mamaââ Enjinâs hands lock around your thighs, hiking them up until theyâre flush with your chest and heâs wearing them like a necklace. âDidnât mean to make you wait this long.â
You didnât think it was possible for him to get any deeperâbut fuck, he wasâthe stretch burning so good, and you can practically feel him in your stomach. His thick cock bullies into your tight cunt with little to no mercy, forehead pressed against yours, and your walls flutter around him as the coil in your stomach tightens.
âYou gonna cum for me?â He goes faster, harderâhe could win an Olympic medal at this point. âPlease, baby. Need you toââ The pace of his thumb circling around your clit speeds up, giving you about 30 seconds until you fall apart. âNeed you to cum all around my cockââ
Your vision goes white as you snap, orgasm rushing over you in mind blowing waves. You fall forward, this time biting down on his neckâhard enough to bleed and bruise.
âMineâmine, mine, mineââ If youâre going to be his, then heâs going to be yours. No more Mr. Playboy. Youâre not about to let him claim you without claiming him right back. If he wants you locked down, then heâs locking the fuck down too.
âFuckâyeah baby, just like thatâŠâ Enjinâs cumming harder than he thinks he ever has in his lifeâthe feeling of your walls spasming and clenching as you experience your own release, your teeth sinking into his skin, the sound of your cries and chanting right by his earâit leaves him fucking you rough and filthy through both of your highs.Â
You think this must be what heaven feels like. If you died right now, youâd be at complete and utter peace with the life youâd lived.Â
His hips slow, easing your legs gently back down around his sides. Youâre utterly wrecked beneath himâflushed and panting, skin glowing with sweat, shimmering almost like the glitter you always dust across your collarbones at parties.
Youâre the most beautiful thing heâs ever seen.
The way your hair fans out on his sheets. The way your lips are swollen and bruised from kissing him. The way your eyes are looking at him right now. He wants to burn the picture of you into his brain forever.Â
Enjin slowly pulls out and you mewl at the overstimulation, then at the loss of him inside of you. âWas that okay?â His eyes search your face like heâs looking for any sign he messed up.
âMore than okay,â you reach up to trace the mark you left on him. Itâs dark and gnarly. You wince. âSorry about that⊠But was it okay for you, too?â
âBest sex Iâve ever had, baby.â
Enjin drops back onto the bed and pulls you into his chest where you belong. âAnd donât apologize. I liked it, was hot as fuck. I feel branded nowâmight go get it tattooed.â
âYouâre gonna get so much shit from the guys.â
âDo I look like I care?â
You run your fingers over the lines of his tattoos, tracing them absentmindedly while he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head. âWe should probably get you cleaned up.â
Heâs right, your thighs are sticky from your combined juices now leaking outâbut you whine and cling tighter to him. âNooo. Not yet. In a bit.â
âYouâre such a spoiled brat.â
âYour spoiled brat, if I remember correctly.â
âYeah, my pain in the ass.â
His heartbeat thuds beneath your palm, his hand rubbing slow circles into your back like heâs trying to lull you to sleep. âGot a question for yaâ.â
You lift your chin to look at him. âWhatâs up?â
âYou still going on that date this weekend?â
You roll your eyes and pinch his cheeks lightly. âDonât ruin the moment.â
He grins. âSecond question.â
âGod, what now?â
âGirlfriend?â
Your heart fluttersâthe best word that couldâve come out of his mouth. You smile softly and nod.
Countering him, âBoyfriend?â
âObviously.â
You poke his chest. âBest friend?â
He never hesitates.
âForever.â
My god do I not love a slow burn
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a/n: MY FIRST SMAU EVER IM SO FUCKING SCARED. tysm for reading and other than that theres nothing more to add !!
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yuji in toji outfit
when i'm in a yearning competition and my opponent is them
when i'm in a yearning competition and my opponent is them
ê° ÊÉȘᎠᎠáŽÊ ᎠÉȘáŽ ê± ËËË enjin is your best friend⊠until one day youâve a date.
enjin had once punched a man for you before he even knew your name - that was the kind of friendship the two of you had.
despite you being a woman there was nothing sweet about. he didnât treat you like some delicate flower, or some damsel in distress.
you were his best friend, and the two of you were loud wherever you went. violent sometimes too.
the kind of best friends that shoved each other into walls while laughing. the kind that stole food off each otherâs plates with zero hesitation. the kind that survived the pit together and came out of it meaner, rougher, inseparable.
everyone in the cleaners knew it too.
âthose two are freaks,â riyo once muttered after watching you and enjin wrestle over the last fried dumpling until both of you ended up crashing through a chair.
you had your arm around enjinâs neck, trying to choke him out while he barked laughter loud enough to shake the room.
âtap out then,â you grunted.
âeat shit.â
âyou first.â
âyou literally bite people when you lose,â he accused and⊠yeah.
âonly you.â
enjin looked the fucking happiest when he was with you. a bit like a golden retriever getting snacks.
freer too, like the weight on his shoulders stopped crushing him for a little while, and the umbrella didnât feel so heavy.
the thing was that you two spent almost every second together once the missions were over. if one disappeared, everyone automatically assumed the other one was nearby.
even when you fought (you did that a lot), and you were mad at each other you still were attached by the hip. back to back, spitting insults over the shoulders like some damn five years olds.
you sat on rooftops together drinking cheap liquor straight from the bottle. you patched each otherâs wounds without gentleness. you stole cigarettes from each otherâs mouths. shared meals. shared blankets. shared silence.
one night, after a mission nearly went wrong, enjin showed up at your room bleeding through his side. you opened the door, took one look at him, and sighed.
âyouâre getting blood on my floor again.â
âmissed you too.â
then he nearly collapsed forward. you caught him with a curse, dragging his heavy body inside while he laughed weakly into your shoulder.
âyouâre huge,â you complained.
âyou love it.â
âiâm about to leave you outside for garbage collection, fatass.â
âwouldnât be your first crime.â
you stitched him up sitting on the bathroom sink while he hissed through clenched teeth. that old drama queen.
âhold still.â
âyouâre sewing me like an ugly sweater.â
âthatâs because you move like an ugly sweater.â
âmean.â
âyouâll live.â
âthatâs all you got to say after i almost died?â
you snorted. âif you died, iâd kill you myself.â
enjin smiled, because that sentence meant more coming from you than anyone else.
you stayed awake with him afterward, both of you sitting on the floor with your backs against the bed. his shoulder pressed against yours while rain hammered outside.
rain was bad anyway. rain also meant sleepless nights
at some point he handed you the bottle.
at some point his head dropped onto your lap.
at some point you fell asleep too.
that was normal. everything with you was normal, even the disgusting parts.
⊠especially the disgusting parts.
âyou drool like a damn animal,â enjin groaned one morning.
you blinked awake against his chest. âhuh?â
âmy shirtâs soaked.â
âyou snore into my ear like a dying engine.â
âyou elbowed me in your sleep.â
âyou deserved it somehow.â
âsee? evil.â
âstill sleeping here tonight?â
âobviously.â
you were tangled together on his mattress like survivors after war. your leg thrown over his waist. his arm numb underneath your body. neither of you moved away.
nobody from the cleaners understood it.
semiu once stared at the two of you sharing a cigarette outside headquarters and finally asked, âso are you together or what?â
you and enjin looked at each other, then burst into laughter. the one where tears appeared in your eyes and you grunted so cutely.
âyou hear this shit?â he wheezed.
âshe thinks weâre romantic,â you gasped.
âthatâs insulting.â
âactually offensive.â
semiu looked irritated. âyou sleep in the same bed.â
âyeah.â
âyou hold hands sometimes.â
âthatâs tactical.â
âyou literally kissed his forehead yesterday.â
you blinked and enjin blinked too. alright, that creeped semiu out.
âhad a fever.â
âthank you,â you added immediately.
semiu walked away muttering curses under her breath. then went straight to gossip it what she witnessed to gris. he was just as confused as the rest.
meanwhile neither of you thought about it again, because this thing between you had become its own creature years ago.
it was too wild to label and too familiar to question.
enjin knew how many scars you had without looking. you knew every single expression hidden underneath his mask.
he knew when your smile was fake. you knew when his anger came from fear instead.
there were nights he couldnât sleep unless he heard you breathing nearby. there were missions where you only survived because his voice screamed your name fast enough.
you trusted each other with the real ugly things. the nightmares of his past and your rage that you couldnât protect him back then.
one particularly horrible night, after losing people during cleanup, enjin came back drunk enough to stumble. you found him sitting outside headquarters alone in the rain.
in the fucking rain. enjin, your best friend, the man who hated rain more than anything, sat in the rain. his umbreaker unopened.
that scared you shitless.
but you sat next to him and if youâd sit here the whole night you wouldnât mind. he looked so exhausted and everything hurt in you.
âhey.â you nudged your shoulder against his.
nothing.
âenjin.â
his voice came rough. âyou ever get tired?â
âall the time,â you whispered.
âno.â he swallowed. âtired of surviving.â
the rain soaked both of you. you couldâve answered honestly and said yes. because sometimes you did, even when youâd never leave him behind.
âwell,â you muttered, âkinda hard to die when i still owe you money.â
a laugh broke out of him suddenly. it sounded so ugly, so raw and real. you hated it as much as you loved it.
âyouâre so stupid.â
âride or die, remember?â
that made him finally look at you and there was that dangerous quietness in his eyes again. he loved you in a language neither of you had learned yet.
before any of you could dwell on it he reached over and shoved your face. in return you smacked the strand of hair that somehow stuck out at the top of his head.
âyouâre still buying me food tomorrow.â
okay. now you had to shove him. all bets are off. âgo to hell.â
âonly if you come too.â
âhah! you thought iâd let you go alone? nope. weâre in this together.â
and maybe that was the problem, because shit was about to hit the fan.
letâs start from the beginning, alright?
two weeks after that rainy night you met someone. wasnât love at first sight, you werenât silly like that. but despite you wearing one of enjinâs old shirts and havenât washed your hair in three days this man flirted with you.
so yeah. enjin was about to become a hater, because he fucking hated to hear your dateâs name.
⊠okay, that was dramatic. it mildly annoyed him. irritated. yes. he was deeply, irrationally irritated.
âhis nameâs haru,â you corrected while pulling boots on near the headquarters entrance. ânot hiro.â
âwhatever.â
âyouâve called him four different names.â
âbecause i donât care enough to remember.â
you snorted. âyouâre acting like he murdered your family.â
enjin leaned against the wall with crossed arms. âi just think anyone who slicks their hair back that much is hiding something.â
âheâs literally a mechanic.â
âexactly. suspicious profession.â
âthat makes no sense.â
âit makes perfect sense.â
the truth was: enjin had known about the date for three days and had been in a terrible mood ever since.
the others didnât notice a change or they did. who the fuck knows. important was that enjin became a mopey motherfucker.
he got rougher during sparring. smoked more cigarettes. snapped faster at people. slept less. didnât sleep in your bed anymore.
apparently you also werenât the brightest candle on the cake, because you kept mentioning the dateâs name. and every time you mentioned the date, something ugly twisted in his chest. something real ugly roared in there and wanted out.
it made him feel insane, because this was you - his best friend and ride or die.
of course youâd date eventually. of course youâd meet people. hell, he whored around like he got paid for it and you never complained.
why did you never complain? except when he smelled like cheap perfume and pussy juices. huh????
anyway.
why did it suddenly feel like standing at the edge of something collapsing?
why did he keep imagining another man in your room?
another man making you laugh. another man touching you.
enjin hated it so much his jaw hurt from grinding his teeth. he might actually threw up on you anytime soon. would be only fair since you liked to throw up on his boots when you had a drink too much.
even steven.
âyou think this shirt works?â you asked suddenly.
he looked up and immediately regretted it. you wore one of those tighter tops that showed the shape of your body without trying too hard. casual. pretty. effortless in a way that punched the air out of him unexpectedly.
his stomach dropped. fuck you.
âwhyâre you staring?â you asked.
âiâm not.â
âyou absolutely are.â
âugly shirt.â
âyouâre jealous because i look good.â
âyou look like youâre about to scam someone.â
you laughed so hard you snorted like a pig. fuck, that laugh. he loved that laugh.
then he looked away. enjin didnât look away. never. that wasnât his thing. you narrowed your eyes suspiciously.
âyou sick or something?â
âsick of you,â he replied.
âooooha,â you gasped. âyouâve been weird all week.â
âiâm always weird.â
ânot like this.â
you stepped closer, squinting at him while grabbing his jaw roughly between your fingers. normally enjin wouldâve shoved you away instantly and then youâd roughhouse on the floor until some clothing tore. or someone bled.
instead he froze weirdly and since you found him so weird you put your hand on his forehead.
âyou got a fever?â
there it was again - that awful tight feeling in his chest. enjin slapped your hand away harder than intended.
âiâm fine.â
okay. nothing was fine and you hated these moments where you couldnât read him.
âyou sure?â
the concern in your voice nearly killed him. so he did what he always did when emotions got too close - he grinned.
rewind. REWIND.
you actually hated this mean, ugly, crooked grin he showed now. it was fake, but you knew pushing him now would only lead to bad things.
it happened once and you hadnât talked to him for a week.
âworried about me, sweetheart?â
you hid the cringe. you werenât sweetheart or any other dumb nickname. he called you mostly by your name or a shortened version of it. but no. nope.
âthere he is,â you sighed dramatically. âthought someone kidnapped you.â
âplease. iâd escape.â
âyour personality alone would make them return you.â
âtrue.â
the weirdness passed or pretended to, until later that night. because apparently you still didnât understand. you dumb little thing.
enjin sat in your room sprawled across your bed while you dug through clothes, muttering angrily to yourself.
âyou own too much garbage,â he commented.
âsays the man wearing the same coat for six years.â
âitâs sentimental.â
âit smells like smoke and bad decisions.â
âwhich is sentimental.â
you threw a shirt at his face and he caught it lazily. he was about to throw it at your head when you suddenly sat next to him.
âenjin.â
âhm?â
âi need a favor.â
âdepends.â
you looked strangely serious now and that immediately made him nervous. sure, you had your serious moments, but that was a strange one. what the hell?
âwhat favor?â
you hesitated. your mouth opened, then closed, then opened. you might had a stroke.
âteach me how to kiss,â you blurted out suddenly.
silence.
enjin stared at you like you had lost the plot completely. then he full on belly laughed. âainât no way.â
âiâm serious.â
âyouâre asking me?â
âyes.â
âwhy?â
âbecause i trust you.â
the laughter died instantly. you looked genuinely embarrassed now, rubbing the back of your neck.
âi justâŠâ you muttered. âi donât wanna look stupid tomorrow.â
tomorrow. the date. something hot and ugly flared in enjinâs chest again.
âyouâve never kissed anyone?â he asked.
ânot properly.â
âhuh.â
the manwhore and the virgin - a match made in heaven. or hell.
you shoved his shoulder. âdonât make it weird.â
âiâm trying not to.â
âplease?â
enjin rubbed a hand down his face. âthis is a terrible idea.â
âwhy?â
see? the lights were on, but nobody was home.
and because he already felt like tearing apart a man heâd never met. your lips was all heâd been thinking about for three days straight and if⊠if he kissed you once he wasnât sure heâd stop.
instead he groaned, âyouâre unbelievable.â
he grabbed your chin suddenly and you gasped softly. the sound alone almost was his undoing.
ârelax,â he murmured automatically.
you looked at him with wide eyes, trusting. you trusted him so much. fuck fuck fuck.
he leaned forward slowly, giving you the chance to pull back. a part of him begged youâd do so.
now it was supposed to be quick. a stupid little peck to show how to angle the face and that your noses should never bump.
that was okay for friends helping each other, right?
oh boy.
his lips brushed yours softly, warm. then he pulled back already and it should be over.
the room went dead silent.
enjin could hear your breathing. could you hear his heart in return?
âthatâs it?â you whispered.
his eyes flicked down to your mouth again as he swallowed hard. âyeah.â
âoh.â
something about your disappointed little sound snapped the last thread of his self-control. you were about to learn.
enjin kissed you harder this time. your startled inhale went straight into his mouth.
suddenly it wasnât funny anymore.
his hand tightened against your jaw while your fingers grabbed his shirt instantly. you kissed him back without hesitation.
fuck, you were so messy and clumsy kissing him. went straight to his groin too.
years of affection buried underneath bruises and laughter and late nights came crashing out all at once.
enjin pushed you backward onto the mattress without even thinking. you made a soft noise against his mouth that nearly ruined him. his body pressed over yours automatically, one hand beside your head while the other gripped your waist tight enough to leave marks.
the kiss deepened and became so fucking hungry as he devoured your mouth. licked and bit and spit and everything in between.
he lost it all together when your fingers slid into his hair and enjin actually groaned roughly.
heâd been starving for your lips.
when he finally pulled away both of you were breathing hard. your lips swollen and his forehead pressed against yours.
he was so goddamn hard that one more kiss and heâd come untouched. and shit. is that your pussy he smelled? fuck. it was, wasnât it?
then you whispered weakly, âi think youâre a really good teacher.â
enjin stared at you for one long second before he laughed breathlessly against your mouth. then his lips found yours again.
oh fucking hell.
it was over before it really started and you both could talk about it. or at least sort out your feelings for yourselves.
remember the date? yeah, it was still happening.
enjin actually hated it even more now.
look at you wearing perfume, making you smell all womanly and sweetly. and that you were nervous and stared like a lost puppy.
he hated the fact you spent twenty whole minutes asking him which earrings looked better like he was some kind of relationship expert. oh, and he especially hated the fact another man was about to touch you after that kiss.
that fucking kiss.
enjin had barely slept that night. every time he closed his eyes, he felt your mouth against his again. your hands in his hair. the tiny sound you made when he pinned you against the mattress. it replayed over and over until he thought he might genuinely lose his mind.
he actually had cummed so often that night that his dick was raw now. thank you very fucking much.
and you still went on the damn date, like you hadnât shattered his entire universe the night before.
ârelax your face,â you complained before leaving. âyou look homicidal.â
âiâm homicidal.â
âyouâre being dramatic.â
âyou kissed me and now youâre leaving with another man.â
the sentence slipped out before he could stop it. you stopped in the doorway and enjin hated having a tongue. or vocal cords.
at least you had the dignity to blush. âiâll be back later.â
the door shut. you really had left. holy shit.
enjin stared at the door for five whole seconds, then immediately punched the wall.
âfuck.â
gris found him thirty minutes later outside headquarters smoking aggressively enough to probably shorten his lifespan. if a heart attack wouldnât get him first.
âyou look horrible,â gris observed. chill as ever. fuck him too.
âgo away.â
âouch.â
enjin glared at nothing, because his thoughts were unbearable.
were you holding hands with that guy right now?
were you laughing?
was he touching your waist?
was he kissing you?
enjinâs stomach twisted violently. the cigarette snapped between his fingers.
âdamn,â gris said. âyouâre gone gone.â
âshut up.â
âyou finally realized youâre in love with her?â
enjin shot him a murderous look. how dare he to speak that out loud.
gris raised both hands immediately. âokay. touchy subject.â
love. the word echoed unpleasantly in his head, because maybe that was the problem.
maybe this thing had stopped being friendship a long time ago and neither of you noticed because it had always been too messy to define.
enjin had loved you every single time he chose your side without hesitation. every time he slept easier hearing your breathing nearby. every time he thought: if she dies, iâll burn this world down with her.
heâd been doomed for years.
âyou know,â gris continued, âif she kissed you and still went on the date, sheâs probably freaking out too.â
ânot helping.â
âyou look like you wanna hit someone.â
âi do.â
âher date?â
âyes.â
âsee? love.â
enjin flipped him off. he actually considered lunging at him for shits and giggles. you know getting it out of the system, but thenâ
BANG.
the headquarters door slammed open so hard both men jumped. you stormed inside looking absolutely wrecked. your eyes were swollen red and your mascara was smeared.
for a split second enjin thought that man had done something to him and today heâd soak his entire soul in blood. and heâd laugh doing it.
at least until you marched straight toward him and started hitting him. you actually beat the ever loving shit out of his chest and shoulders.
âow! hey!â
âyou absolute asshole!â you screamed.
âwhat the hell happened?!â
âyou ruined me!â
enjin grabbed your wrists before you could swing at his nose. he liked that one. still, you were crying so hard you could barely breathe.
gris wisely disappeared immediately.
âwhat happened?â enjin asked again, completely baffled.
âyou!â
âme?â
âyes, you!â
your face crumpled even harder and then you shoved against his chest with a broken sound.
âyou made me fall in love with my best friend!â
enjin stared at you, blinking. his entire brain genuinely stopped working. shut down. shut down.
âwhat?â
you looked furious that he didnât immediately understand. you kicked his shin.
âwith you, idiot!â you sobbed. âiâm in love with you!â
enjinâs mouth opened, but nothing to hear. you kept crying.
âi went there and he was nice and sweet and normal and then he tried to hold my hand and all i could think was that it wasnât yoursââ
his heart nearly exploded. it was happening. it was really happening. this wasnât a drill.
âand then he kissed me and i hated it because he wasnât you and now everythingâs ruinedââ
something hysterical bubbled up in enjinâs chest suddenly - a laugh.
he tried to stop it and failed horribly. you stared at him in betrayal while tears streamed down your face.
âare you laughing?!â
enjin bent forward wheezing. no, he wasnât laughing about you. it was the relief that hit him so hard he thought he might collapse.
âyouâre unbelievable,â he gasped.
âiâm having a crisis!â
âyouâre in love with me?â
âstop sounding so happy about it!â
that only made him laugh harder. everything broke inside you and your expression fell completely.
âoh myâ,â you whispered miserably. âyou donât feel the same.â
that wiped the laughter off his face instantly. no, no, no. you misunderstood and he needed to make you understand.
he grabbed your cheeks so fast you startled.
âhey,â he said firmly and your wet eyes lifted to his. âiâve been in love with you so long i forgot there was supposed to be a before.â
your breath caught and enjin smiled. it was such a soft smile that you pouted, because it was so cute.
âi just didnât realize you were too.â
you made the most wounded little noise heâd ever heard before crashing into him. enjin caught you automatically. your arms wrapped around his neck while you cried into his shoulder, still hiccuping angry tears.
âyouâre so stupid,â you mumbled.
âyou punched me.â
âyou deserved it.â
âprobably.â
he held you tighter, because heâd been waiting to do it properly for years. slowly he tilted your face up and you were so fucking wrecked. eyes swollen and mascara was even at your forehead.
the most beautiful disaster he had ever seen.
âyou done crying?â he murmured.
âno.â
âgood enough.â
his lips crashed to yours and you sobbed into his mouth. only made him smile like some idiot.
but the hesitation was gone and replaced by certainty as your fingers curled into his coat. and you kissed him back through shaky breaths and leftover tears.
enjin smiled wider against your mouth. when you accidentally laughed mid-kiss because you were still crying too hard, he kissed you again anyway.
your real first kiss. so fucking messy and tender and perfect. enjin wonât forget it until his last breath.
ride or die after all.
megumi didn't die he just told everyone to delete his number and moved somewhere tropical
a yuji itadori cosplayer beating the shit out of a well known predator who harassed minors is the most accurate thing Iâve seen holy fucking shit
i like listening to the organic chemistry teacher while reading nerdjo fics
case research đ
"5 likes isn't a lot" ok so imagine 5 gojos in your room
Gojo csp test
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Megumi Fushiguro | ig: @reyukiis
ćȘèĄć»»æŠ âș nerd!jo hates your energy drinks SFW. fluff fluff fluff + nerdy chem stuff. very self-indulgent
satoru loves you so completely it feels like a fundamental law of his universe, as unchangeable and indisputable as gravity, polarity, and einsteinâs theory of general relativity.
but he hates your energy drinks with an intensity that rivals his love for you
he hates the garish colors of the cans, the aggressive branding, the chemical-sweetness that clings to you after youâve had one. and most of all, he hates what they do to you.
he hates the subtle tremor in your hands that you try to hide by shoving them in your pockets. he hates the way your eyes dart around, unable to settle on one thing for too long, he hates the slight spike in your heart rate when he presses his ear to your chest, a frantic rhythm that has nothing to do with him and everything to do with the caffeine coursing through your veins.
sometimes, late at night when youâre curled up against him, heâll trace your face with his fingertips and think about all the articles heâs read, all the studies about cardiovascular health and the long-term effects of chronic caffeine consumption.
he finds himself terrified because he loves you too much to watch you slowly poison yourself, even if itâs in the name of productivity.
when satoru finds you in the kitchen each morning, he doesnât even have to look up to know what youâre holding. he just knows, and his jaw tightens
âanother one?â he asks, heâs leaning against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, glaring at you like youâre about to drink a vial of poison.
you take a deliberate, long sip, the sugary, chemical taste coating your tongue. âgood morning to you too, âtoru.â
he pushes off the doorframe and walks over, snatching the can from your hand before you can stop him. âdo you even know whatâs in this? do you even know what taurine is?â
âdoes it matter?â you groan, reaching for it to no avail. standing at well over six feet, he holds it out of your grasp effortlessly.
âthe artificial sweeteners in here,â he starts, already in lecture mode, âthe obscene amounts of sucralose and acesulfame potassium in these is whatâs making your stomach hurt all the time. itâs altering the composition of your intestinal bacteria and making you bloatedâ
you rub your temples, a dull throb already starting behind your eyes. âi know, toru. youâve sent me seventeen articles about it this week alone.â
âhave you read any of them?â he queries, a frown tugging at his lips
âi skimmed,â you admit, trying to grab the can again. heâs too fast, âyour fearmongering makes me anxiousâ
âno sweetheart, that would be the caffeine stimulating your central nervous system and triggering your adrenal glands to pump out cortisol and adrenaline. think about how many milligrams of caffeine are in each can. every time you crack one of these open youâre forcing your body into fight-or-flightâ
satoru finally looks at you, his glasses slipping down his nose slightly. his blue eyes are filled with concern that makes you feel guilty. âbaby, the long-term effects on your cardiovascular system are terrible. youâre increasing your blood pressure, elevating your heart rate, and putting yourself at risk for arrhythmias. . . especially when you drink them like water. youâre torturing your nervous systemâ
you sigh, leaning against the counter, the exhaustion already creeping in despite the caffeine you just consumed. âyeah well, i can barely function without them. what am i supposed to do?â you ask, your voice sounding smaller than youâd like. âi have too much on my plate, i canât just stop drinking them.â
âi worry about you,â he says simply, and the sincerity in his tone makes your heart squeeze. âi hate seeing you like thisâ
his fingers trace your jawline, and you lean into his touch despite yourself. âi just need to get through the day,â you whisper.
âi know, baby, i knowâ he says softly. âbut we can find something that doesnât slowly poison you like a matcha latte or black teaâ
you smile up at him. âonly if you make it for me.â
he grins, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. âdeal. but no more of these,â he says, tapping the offending can. âtheyâre all going in the trash.â
you know heâll probably follow you around all day to make sure you donât buy another one, and you know youâll have a headache by noon, but as he pulls you into a proper kiss, you find that you donât really mind. for once, itâs okay to let someone else take care of you.
âsit down baby.â he murmurs softly, âiâll make you a matcha latte, and if you hate it, we can try something else tomorrow morningâ
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