here you’ll find soft kisses under the umbreaker and sleepy forehead touches. Sometimes it’s heartbreak, obsession, ruined mascara and tattooed fingers that hold you desperately. This blog runs on fluff, angst, tension and the occasional sinful thought. One post might make you giggle and kick your feet, the next might leave you staring at the ceiling at 2AM. Come inside, doll, and have a good time with our man. — yours truly, MJ.
enjin and you hadn’t sex yet and one night you find out why. — cw: implied virginity (enjin), pinv, just sweet smut
Enjin had been avoiding having sex with you.
At first you didn’t realize it since the relationship just started a couple of weeks ago. You had been making out every chance you got - in his room, your room. Even the common room late at night when the others were asleep. He even fingered you a couple of times.
But each time you reached for him to reciprocate, or initiated sex, he pulled back.
Thousands of thoughts were running through your mind. Maybe he was patient or wanted control. A little hurt you were too, because maybe something was wrong with you.
You didn’t know it was fear.
Now you once again devoured each other in his room. Tongues chased each other, your hands were buried in his hair. You couldn’t get enough of him, like - could anyone blame you?
Also Enjin seemed so fucking desperate for it as you tugged him closer by the shirt. A low moan escaped him and you spread your thighs, pulling him closer and closer, and then—
You felt him.
You stilled. It was surprise - nothing else - because it wasn’t what you expected.
Enjin went rigid before he pushed himself away from you. His jaw clenched so tightly you were sure you had heard it crack.
“Yeah,” he laughs bitterly. “That’s why.”
“Why?” you blinked confused.
Another snort. “That’s why I don’t go further.” his shoulders tensed. “Don’t look so shocked.”
Oh. Oh no.
You sat up and shifted closer to him, and what you saw there almost broke your heart. He refused to look at you and braced for disappointment, rejection. For you to leave, or worse, to joke.
Instead your hand slid back to his cheek, gently guiding his face toward you.
“Enjin.”
He resisted for a second, looking all boyish and stubborn and embarrassed.
“What?”
If he expected you’d be an asshole about it then he was so wrong. You weren’t even mad that his brain created the worst case scenario, he probably had some bad experience in the past.
“Is that really what you’ve been worrying about?”
His brow furrowed. “It’s not exactly—”
“What? Big? ,” you interrupted gently, your thumb brushing along his jaw, “I don’t care.”
He went still again, a little stunned.
“As long as you know how to use it,” you added lightly, a hint of teasing warmth slipping into your voice, “I think I’ll survive… no, I’ll enjoy it.”
For a second he just stared at you and seemed to weigh in if he should believe you.
“You’re serious,” he muttered.
Gently you pushed him back and straddled his lap. “I’m so serious.”
His breath hitched before a quiet groan escaped him. His hands slid up your thighs.
“You really sure, yeah?”
You nodded, excited that you finally get him, as you reached for his pants. His fingers curled into the sheets, anchoring himself to what was about to happen.
Finally. Oh, he had waited so long for it. His head was still screaming that you’d laugh once you get him naked. Happened before and fuck, it sucked, alright? And not the good kind.
Not once you gave him a reason to doubt him. Instead you giggled, blushed excitedly. “I’ve been wanting this for sooo long.”
Still you let the anticipation grew between you as you slowly unbuttoned his pants. Enjin shifted, but you saw the discomfort disappear from his eyes. Maybe he was also holding back, because he was about to do it with you.
“Fuck,” he breathed as you pulled his pants down.
His hands reached out and slid under your shirt. Tickling and caressing your skin you shivered. He definitely knew, learned, how to touch you.
“My turn,” you hummed.
You tugged on his underwear until he was completely naked under you. Yeah, he was smaller what porn magazines showed or maybe other guys. It didn’t matter. Because the way he throbbed in your hand had your hole clench.
You curled your fingers around his cock and stroked him up and down. Collecting the precum from his crown you smeared it all the way down. His head fell back into the pillow with a quiet curse.
“Shit Enjin,” you whispered as he leaked down onto your fingers. “That’s so hot.”
He nodded and groaned. “Yeah. Fuck, it is.”
Encouraged Enjin reached down and showed you what he liked. He guided your hand, letting it build. He didn’t say it openly, but this was the first time he let anyone touch him like this.
“I never—“
“I know,” you interrupted softly. “It’s okay, baby. I got you. I want to fall with you. Will you let me, yes?”
He nodded. Needed one moment, then two as he swallowed thickly. Then it happened—
Your man was savoring the moment and you couldn’t wait to spoil him endlessly.
The room filled with his low groans, your soft breathing and the rustle of sheets as you adjusted your position. Straddling his thigh you ground down on him. The fraction reminded you how wet you already were for him.
His confidence fucking bloomed. He ripped off your shirt - one hand massaging your breast and the other guiding your hips.
“Fuuuck baby. Shit,” he almost whimpered. “My turn.”
Suddenly he flipped the two of you and you let out another soft giggle. This was your man again. Confident and so incredibly sexy that it had you weak in the knees.
Your back arched as he kissed and sucked your neck. “Enjin.”
His tongue licked down to your collarbone and dragged along the curve of your breasts. A quiet whimper escaped you. Enjins chuckled vibrated against your skin and finally - fucking finally - he allowed himself to settle between your legs.
No excuses. No apologies. Just his raw need pressing against your wet core.
Your fingers slid through his hair as he undressed you. You needed him so much, but you knew he needed to go at his pace. It was special for the both of you.
His thumb drew circles against your hipbone as he watched you with dark golden globes. A check-in that made your chest tighten in the best way as you nodded. His fingers slid between your legs and he growled, actually growled, at how wet you were already for him.
And yes, your man knew what he was doing as he circled your clit with practiced ease. His touch was confident, varying pressure and speed, because he’d mapped out your responses in his head.
Your hips bucked involuntarily, chasing the building heat, and he pressed you down with his free hand. Oh fuck yes. He took control.
“Enjin please,” you gasped.
Boyish pride filled his features as he leaned down and pressed his forehead to yours. Reaching down he lined himself up with you, his weeping crown pressed against your entrance. You wrapped a leg around his waist, urging him closer. And then—yes, he sunk into you. Inch by inch filling you in a way that was so perfect.
No discomfort in the way he was stretching you, only that deep, satisfying pressure that made your toes curl. Once he bottomed out he stilled with a long groan.
His hands framed your face, thumbs stroking your cheeks as he started to move. Shallow at first, testing and enjoying, letting you both adjust to that new sensation.
But you could feel the restraint in him, the way his jaw clenched. You met his rhythm, rolling your hips to match him.
His tip brushed and caressed the spot inside you that let the pleasure built too quickly. Sparks filled your lower belly as you moaned, whimpered his name.
He angled his hips differently, grinding against your clit on the next thrust. You cried out and clawed at his back helplessly.
“Yes, yes, yes. Give it to me,” he groaned loudly.
His pace picked up, because he’d found his groove and wasn’t letting go. The bed creaked under the motion, a rhythmic underscore to the way your bodies synced.
Your mouth found his again. The kiss was so messy and heated, tongues sliding together as he fucked deeper, harder. With every movement he proved that size had never been the point - skill was and he had it in spades.
please note that requests are closed. i’m not lying when i say that i’ve around 100 ideas/wips/finished stories for enjin, plus i’m planning on a small fanfiction with several chapters.
enjin making an absolute fool of himself trying to impress u
*evil laughter*
sees you watching him work and immediately decides he’s going to look cool. spins his umbreaker around his finger like it’s some action movie prop. it flies directly out of his hand and smacks him in the forehead.
catches you complimenting another cleaner’s strength. suddenly enjin is volunteering to carry everything. all of it. every crate. every piece of equipment. five minutes later he’s pretending he isn’t out of breath while his spine is filing a formal complaint.
you mention liking confident men. enjin takes that personally. strolls over, gives you a lazy grin, opens his mouth to say something smooth and immediately chokes on his own cigarette smoke.
hears you say you like men who can cook. spends three hours making dinner. proudly presents it. somehow burns the rice, the vegetables and the water.
tries to look mysterious by sitting alone dramatically on a rooftop. misjudges the edge. you find him dangling by one arm while swearing he totally meant to do that.
catches you staring at him and thinks, “yeah, i’ve still got it.” winks. both eyes close. for some reason his entire face scrunches up like he’s having a medical emergency.
someone asks in front of everyone what his relationship with you is. this man, who usually has an answer for everything, suddenly malfunctions.
“she’s…well she’s…”
“…”
“we know each other.” . . . meanwhile you’ve stolen his hoodie, his bed, half his food, and his will to live.
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The first mistake Semiu made was mentioning your name. The second mistake was mentioning a girls night. Enjin meanwhile had only wanted someone to drink with.
“C’mon,” he complained, leaning against her desk. “Everyone else’s busy. You’re supposed to be my backup plan.”
Semiu looked up from cleaning her glasses and deadpanned, “I’m honored.”
“You should be.”
“You say that every time.”
“Because it’s true every time.” she rolled her eyes as Enjin continued. “You comin’ or not?”
“No.”
“No?”
“I already have plans.”
Enjin frowned. “With who?”
Semiu didn’t even look up as she mentioned. And the moment she said your name Enjin straightened, “Well, well, well.”
Semiu immediately regretted opening her mouth. “Well, well, well?”
“Well, well, well nothing.”
“That’s never nothing.”
“What kinda plans?” Enjin crossed his arms and squinted at her.
“Why do you care?”
“I don’t.”
“You absolutely do.”
“I don’t.”
“You’ve a crush on her,” Semiu accused.
“I don’t.” . . .he absolutely did.
“You stared at her for ten minutes yesterday because she tucked her hair behind her ear.” Enjin looked absolutely horrified. “You literally said, ‘wow, she tucked her hair behind her ear,’” she continued mercilessly.
“That’s not the point,” he gestured at nothing with a blush.
“Sure.”
“What are you doing together?”
Semiu smiled that evil little smile she for sure learned from Rudo. Enjin should’ve been warned by that. Still listened. “We’re going to an onsen and have a drink or two.”
Enjin’s entire body locked up. You in an onsen. Maybe wearing a cute bathing suit or going completely naked… yeah. No. Shut up brain. “Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“An onsen.”
“Mmhm.”
“Together.”
“That’s generally how plans work.”
Enjin’s eye twitched. He was jealous, because he wanted to go to an onsen with you too. Semiu watched Enjin’s expression turning from surprised to giddy to jealous and back. Hilarious.
“Y’know,” she continued casually, “We’ll probably spend hours there.”
“Hours?”
“Oh yes.”
Enjin looked like he had been attacked. “Doing what?”
Semiu pretended to think. “Well. Relaxing.”
“Okay.”
“Talking.”
“Okay.”
“Complimenting each other.”
“Why’d you do that?”
“Girls do that.”
“No they don’t.”
No one knew women apparently better than him. Sure. Semiu looked him dead in the eye. “Sometimes we brush each other’s hair.”
Enjin nearly choked. “You don’t!”
“We absolutely do.”
“Y’re making things up.”
“We also share beauty products.”
“Semiu.”
“And sometimes we sit really close together and discuss our feelings.”
“Semiu.”
She finally lost the battle against laughter. The expression on his face was priceless. He looked like a man watching his entire future collapse.
“Are you seriously telling me you’re going to spend the whole day acting like some romance novel?”
“Maybe.”
Enjin groaned dramatically and dragged a hand down his face. “This is torture.”
“You did this to yourself.”
“I didn’t do anything.”
“You fell in love.”
“I’m not in love.”
Semiu barked out a laugh. “Right.”
Before Enjin could argue further she stood up and put her glasses on. “Anyway I should go.”
“Wait.”
“What?”
“What are you actually going to talk about?”
Semiu considered leaving him to suffer, then she decided one final jab wouldn’t hurt. “Oh.” her grin returned. “We were probably going to discuss whether Gris or you suits her better.”
Enjin blinked so slowly Semiu was worried he might had a stroke. “What?” he whispered.
“Interesting topic, right?”
“Gris?”
“Maybe.”
“Why’s Gris involved?”
“That’s for us to decide.”
“Semiu.”
“Bye Enjin.”
“Semiu!”
She started walking away and Enjin hurried after her. He got no fucks to give if he looked pathetic.
“Who’s winning?”
“Not telling you.”
“Semiu!”
“Maybe Gris.”
“Semiu!”
“Maybe you.”
“Semiu!”
“Depends on your behavior.”
Enjin looked seconds away from collapsing. He couldn’t lose you to Gris. Or someone else. His poor heart. “Please?”
“No.”
“Please.”
“No.”
“Just one hint.”
Semiu laughed as she disappeared around the corner. “Good luck.”
And just like that she was gone. Leaving poor Enjin alone who was miserable now. Also he obsessively wondered now if you preferred him or Gris.
By the time evening arrived, he had somehow convinced himself that there was an official scorecard involved…. Which was exactly the reaction Semiu had hoped for.
Cards on the table. Gris was never part of the conversation, because you were also in love with Enjin. But Semiu found he didn’t need to know that, considered his little late nights shenanigans. They had stopped yes, but Semiu was a good friend who didn’t want you to get hurt.
In conclusion: she told Enjin some bullshit so he’d finally fight for you.
hi!!! i just read your father!enjin headcanons, and i loved them, so sweet i could cry ugh
the "learns how to braid hair" bit inspired me tho, so, here!
enjin's girl showing him how to braid hair, with the help of her assistant, riyo! and enjin being so focused he might as well pop a blood vessel. but, at the second he knew he and his gf were having a girl, he thought that he absolutely had to learn how to braid hair and stuff, so he'll keep going.
this is the cutest thing ever omg. i love the art so much 🥺🥺🥺 their little braiding circle. i’m in tears. thank you so much for this and you’re so so right 🙂↕️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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You were standing in front of the mirror when Enjin wandered into the room, towel slung around his shoulders. At first he wasn’t really paying attention. Just talking about something stupid that happened during a mission.
Then his voice stopped. So did your heart. You weren’t at the point in your relationship to see each other naked. So… you immediately crossed your arms over your stomach.
“Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Look.”
That only made him look harder. Your face heated. The pale stretch marks along your hips and stomach suddenly felt ten times more obvious under his stare.
For a second Enjin said nothing and that made it worse.
You were already preparing yourself for awkward reassurance when he suddenly barked out a laugh.
“Damn,” he whistled. “Didn’t know I was dating a fuckin’ tiger.”
“What?”
He pointed dramatically at your side. “Look at these battle scars.”
“Those are stretchmarks.”
“Exactly.” he stepped closer, squinting at them like he was examining something fascinating. Then, because he was Enjin, he growled, “Rawr.”
You stared. He shrugged smiling. The silence lasted all of three seconds before you smacked his shoulder.
“You’re an idiot.”
“Yea, but I’m your idiot.”
Before you could roll your eyes again Enjin dropped to one knee.
“Enjin—”
He ignored you completely. Instead he pressed a gentle kiss against one of the marks on your hip. Then another and another and another. He couldn’t understand why you were trying to hide something he thought was beautiful. You felt your throat tighten.
“They’re ugly,” you whispered.
His head snapped up immediately. “Who told you that?”
“No one.”
“Bullshit.” Enjin sighed and rested his forehead against your side. “Baby, I spend every day surrounded by garbage.”
That got your attention. He tapped one of the stretch marks and then needed to kiss it again.
“This ain’t garbage.” another kiss. “This either.” he wrapped his arms around your waist then and squeezed. “These are just parts of you.”
Kiss.
“And I like you.”
Kiss.
“Nope, love you.”
Kiss.
“So naturally I love those too.”
You felt your eyes sting a little and your bottom lip wobbled.
“Oh, don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“The emotional thing.”
“You started it!”
“I was making tiger jokes five minutes ago.” that had you giggling and your man smiled all big. “There she is.”
And, because he was physically incapable of ending a sweet moment normally, he buried his face against your stomach and growled again. “Raaawr.”
