Enjin really does kiss with both of his big palms cupping each side of your neck/at the outline of your jaw with such passion and hunger behind his keen craving of you. ♡
the first thing you noticed when you first saw him, the black and red ink on the pointer and ring finger alongside four black painted nails drawing your eyes from the moment you stepped in the room.
you loved his hands. and you knew he also knew this—given the way he’d always look you dead in the eye before trailing a finger down the long shaft of his vital instrument or how he’d all but caress the steering wheel as he drove you back to HQ.
it was awful that he was teasing you, even worse that you actually felt yourself having a reaction to it, gaze averted whenever he’d catch you staring, playful wink he gave making the tips of your ears burn with embarrassment.
and then it happened, a work celebration being a thinly veiled excuse to get stupid drunk on a weekday giving the two of you appropriate cover to sneak away and do something with the tension that had steadily built up, currently sat on the foot of the tall man’s bed, his legs spread out wide enough to nudge at your own as he lit up a fresh cigarette.
“you like ‘em.”
he blew out the smoke he’d exhaled, stretching out both hands in front of his face like it was the first time he was really looking at them.
“i mean you must do, seeing as y’always staring…”
you rolled your eyes. “fuck you.”
he took another drag. “how harsh. here i was about to offer you a test drive on them.”
you turned to look at him.
“what do you mean?”
he clicked his tongue. “how about i show you?”
☆
and that’s how you were now laid out over his lap, stomach down with your ass tooted up in his lap.
“is now a good time to say every time you’d stare at my hands, i’d stare at your ass.” he admitted with not a singular ounce of guilt.
pervert.
you scoffed. “of course you did.”
his hands rested under the curve of your butt, calloused fingertips warming the skin underneath.
“can you blame me? i swear one time you jumped to catch a trash beast and it clapped…baby your ass clapped at me.”
you could feel your eyes rolling into the back of your skull. “…can you just hurry up and touch me?”
you didn’t have to look up to know the stupid smirk that was probably already drawing his lips up.
“look at you being all desperate for me…”
but he obliged, large palms moving to cup each cheek from behind, pushing up the fat before letting his fingers really sink in—squish making the skin spill out from his hands, low groan leaving both of your lips.
“that feels nice don’t it? can i be a little mean or do you need it soft?”
“y'can be m-mean.” you mumbled, about to complain about the lack of warmth from where he'd removed his hand before you felt the air near you part, flat of his palm striking your asscheek with an even force that pushed a whimper out from your lips before you could bite it down.
“oh.” enjin paused. “you’re a nasty little thing, aren’t you?”
welp, there's you exposed. it was only a matter of time i suppose.
“say it.” he murmured, voice low and rough in a way you’d never heard before making you shiver. “tell me how much you like it.”
you gulped, trying your best not to squirm in his lap, already able to feel something poking up into you from where you were lying.
“love it enjin…” you mumbled, grateful for the fact that you didn’t have to make eye contact with him as you said this. “do it again. please.”
he stroked over where his hand had struck you, skin tingling under his touch.
"hmmm, i dunno...should i?" his hand slid between the curve of your ass to rest over your clothed cunt, friction of the fabric moving underneath his fingers making you moan softly.
"p-put them in..." you mumbled and for once he didn't tease, just moved aside the damp gusset and rest his calloused fingertips against the tight ring of muscle, slow stretch as he pressed them in making you groan into the softness of his sheets.
"imma need you to make that sound again for me baby." and he curled his fingers up a little, searching for the spot in your walls that had a little give, pressing up against the softness to force out another sugared moan.
he only had two fingers inside you and yet you still felt so full, hips moving back in time with his fingers as his thumb rotated round to draw messy little circles over your slick bundle of nerves.
"how come we didn't do this sooner?" he mused and you clamped down around his fingers as he pressed down a little harder inside of you, seeming to have pinpointed the spot that made your legs feel like jelly and your eyes cross a little with an ease that would've pissed you off if you'd been in your right mind.
which you obviously were not, sliver of drool sneaking out from your slightly gaped mouth, pitchy whimper not matching the usual bite your voice had when speaking to the lanky excuse of a leader—soothing lull of submission washing over you with each press of his fingers, warm haze of lust replacing any snark that remained.
then you felt that traitorous low dip, pressure from his knees against your stomach making it feel even more imminent, even more urgent.
"waitwaitwait, im going to—"
he didn't wait. he didn't pause or even think to consider slowing down. he simply continued, other hand reaching over to rub soothing circles into the crease where your hip met your back.
"hmmm, i don't think you really want me to stop gorgeous. and i don't think i want to, not when you're doing so well for me."
you couldn't help but keen under the praise, especially when he was saying it to you in that low, dark tone—cigarette he'd just smoked only making his voice even richer, like velvet against your skin as he continued to tell you just how good you were doing, how you were taking his fingers perfectly, how beautiful you sounded underneath him .
it was a different side to him you hadn't seen before, more earnest under the lowlight of the solemn moon and the assumed privacy of your turned back. it gave him the space to shed a layer of protection he always wore yet never quite realised how much it weighed him down.
you weren't sure how you felt about being able to bring out such vulnerability from him.
then the tight thread pulled itself so taught it finally snapped, attention pulled back to the moment, to his fingers in your currently fluttering walls. you stiffened, low groan vibrating in your chest as you felt that dizzying warmth spread through your bloodstream like a narcotic, gentler pumps of his fingers guiding you through the bliss with the ease of a current drifting an unmoored ship, tears prickling at your waterline from how overwhelmingly good his touch felt.
the two of you were quiet for a couple moments, your mouth finally parting to utter two syllables.
"fuck."
"fuck indeed." he hummed, finally pulling his fingers out and up into his mouth, head craning back to watch him greedily suck on his own digits like they were coated in chocolate, not your own essence.
his golden eyes landed down of your own.
"too much?" and he said it with such sincerity that you felt your heart throb a little.
but instead of saying that, you quietly sat up and moved yourself so your thighs were straddling each side of his own—pausing for a second before rubbing your slick entrance against the thickness pressing up against the loose cotton of his sweatpants.
"not enough." you countered, looking back up at him, able to see every glimmer and fleck of amber in his irises before reaching a hand down to sneak in under the waistband.
you felt the way his breath hitched when you finally gripped him from the base, so warm and already stiff under the softness of your hand.
"you gonna let me ride you?" your hand tightened a little. he groaned.
"l-let you? baby, i think i'm gonna die if you don't."
a/n :: this was supposed to be so much shorter oh my god
The party is long over. The streets are quiet, washed silver beneath the streetlights, and Enjin’s hand swings lazily beside yours. “He was pretty bold.”
“What?” You glance over.
“The one flirting with you.”
“Oh,” You shrug. “I barely noticed.”
“I noticed.”
He nudges a pebble down the street with the toe of his boot, shoulders hunched just enough to look dramatically miserable.
“He smiled at you.”
“He smiled at everyone.”
“He touched your arm.”
“He was trying to get past me.”
“Hm.”
The sound is suspiciously thoughtful. You stop walking. You know exactly what he’s doing. “So…”
Enjin looks at you from beneath half-lidded golden eyes. “So?”
“Are you fishing for reassurance?”
His lips twitch. “Maybe.”
“There it is.”
“I know it’s stupid.”
“It is.”
“I know you’re coming home with me.”
“I am.”
“You know I love you.”
“I do,” then the asshole pouts. “still…”
You laugh softly, because he’s so damn silly. His expression immediately brightens. “Aha.”
“You were fishing.”
“I said maybe.”
You cup his face before he can dodge away, thumbs brushing over the corners of his mouth. “he could’ve been the prettiest person in the ground.” He watches you quietly. “I still would’ve spent the whole night looking for you.”
His teasing smile falters.
“I would’ve waited for you to finish every conversation.”
His hands settle around your waist.
“I would’ve walked home with you.”
He leans down, resting his forehead against yours.
“I would’ve fallen asleep next to you.”
His eyes soften in that rare way they only ever seem to around you.
“And tomorrow?” You smile. “I’d still wake up wishing you were even closer.”
For a heartbeat he says nothing. Then he lets out the quietest, most satisfied hum. “Yeah.” his shameless grin returns. “I knew that.”
“You absolutely did.”
“I just wanted to hear you say it.”
“I know.”
He kisses your forehead with exaggerated triumph. “Worth it.”
“So dramatic,” You roll your eyes.
“Says the woman who just gave me a five-point presentation on why I’m the love of her life.”
“I did, didn’t I?”
“Mhm,” He slips his fingers between yours, swinging your joined hands as you continue down the empty street. “Think I’ll get someone to flirt with you again next week.”
Enjin "casually" placing a big inky hand on the midst of your lower back, you look down then back at him and he glances back, grins and says that he's just helping you get through this swarm of annoying people. casually. as his fingers lingering, splay and leisured a bit longer then they needed too, along your coat.
"I can maneuver just fine on my own Enjin"
"I know you can sweetness, I just don't want ya to get lost and then have to crowd surf to look for you"
enjin returns back from a grueling mission, reports to Corvus about the mission and heads straight to his room. takes out another cigarette from his empty pack (smoking his last stick) and lights it up as he stomps his way to his bedroom. when he opens the door with his right shoulder, exhaling a deep breath of smoke, he turns and finds your back facing his direction.
your body curled, shoulders tensed and blanket hurled messily over your coiled stature. inhales one last smoke and discards his cigarette into the small trash bin. the sound of your silent, broken sobs clenches at his heart, stops momentarily and just stares at your covered body.
the sheets shuffle a bit, the tiny shattered cries barely vanquishes, as two big glossy gorgeous sets of gems peek over the comforting warmth of his comforter, landing right on his stilled presence.
"En?" the sound of your fragmented, spent voice twists his stomach, and without much thinking to his next actions — he simply strides over to you without a second thought. shakes off his cleaners coat, rakes off the hefty boots from his feet and climbs immediately into the comfort of his bed along side of you. big waves of his arms instantly circling around you, pulling you in to his elongated height and solace.
one hand gently cradles the back of your head, threading long ink fingers through the soften tresses as the other holds and pushes you at the lower of your back into his basking consolation. his lips tenderly kissing the top of your head.
"Rough day doll?"
"...Yeah, can we just...stay like this for a while, En? just...until I can collect and calm myself at least?" his hand on your lower back presses you further against his furnace body.
"We can stay like this for as long as you need too sweetness, actually, hell, we can stay like this forever if you want too, wouldn't mind ya clinging to me like this for a while actually"
and that just makes you elicit a hiccuped small chuckle, hands curling around his wide figure and clinging onto the nicotine saturated, familiar warmth and comfort of his red shirt. pressing your wet face into his chest and melting in to the welcoming delight of his accustomed amenity and alleviation.
Enjin couldn't tear his lips away from his pretty girlfriend.
It was perhaps the third or fourth time you'd tried to have a conversation with your boyfriend. Talking about anything would do.
Maybe the weather, how Rudo was gaining weight from eating so many sweets again, or maybe what you'd had for dinner a moment ago.
But here you were, lying on your back on Enjin's bed while he kissed you again and again.
"Enjin," kiss, "wouldn't you like to?" kiss, "talk?"
You could feel a smile spread across his lips as he kissed you. He slowly sat up, placing his hands at your sides.
"I'm sorry, doll," his voice was so deep it made you stir, "but I don't want to talk, I just want to do this."
And he kissed you again.
This time so damn slowly that it made you let out a moan. Enjin smiled again, and his hands slipped under your blouse.
His fingers gently caressed your skin while his tongue sensually invaded your mouth. You didn't know what affected you more, his kisses or his caresses. You could only feel your mind going blank as the temperature in the room rose.
Perhaps just this once, words wouldn't be necessary.
you can’t see enjin clearly through the sea of people, only the familiar silhouette waiting at the altar. someone snickers and you tilt your head. because your man is bouncing on his heels. he’s nervous and everything in his body is coiled tightly.
then you take your first step down the aisle. his head lifts and the nervous grin disappears as he stares. “whoa.”
his shoulders hitch.
another step.
his mouth trembles.
by the time you’re halfway down the aisle, he’s covering his face with one hand, laughing once through a broken breath before the laugh dissolves into something shakier.
“oh, c’mon…” he mutters to himself.
too late, because the tears spill anyway. he crouches right there at the altar, elbows on his knees, face hidden in his palms as his shoulders shake. gris in the front row quietly offers him a handkerchief. he waves it away without looking.
“no—no, gimme a second.”
another laugh. another sob.
“you guys…” his voice cracks. “she’s…”
he finally looks up. his cheeks are soaked in tears, but he doesn’t wipe them away.
when you reach him, he stands too fast, nearly stumbling over his own feet. his hands find yours immediately, gripping them like they’re the only steady thing in the room.
“i knew you’d be beautiful,” he whispers, still crying openly now. his thumb brushes over your knuckles. “but i didn’t know it’d hurt.”
his forehead rests against yours.
“i’ve spent my whole life walking into danger without blinking.” a watery laugh escapes him. “and you… you in a wedding dress is what finally takes me out.”
the officiant politely clears their throat. enjin doesn’t even look away from you.
“can we wait another minute?” he smiles through his tears. “i just wanna look at my wife a little longer.”
enjin's definitely the type of person to laugh at a reel/tiktok you're watching in a public transport space, and you don't even know the guy bru 💔
he's just there, sitting beside you in a packed train, bored out of his mind because his phone's battery is fully drained. then he looks to his right and sees you scrolling on your phone, so he allowed himself to watch along discreetly.
enjin was doing really well in terms of being slick with it. he keeps his reactions to himself—he's able to swallow down an erupting laughter from his throat on funny reels, and the like.
but this one reel... it was just so unexpected that he SNORTED so loud, your head snapped back at him, weirded out as to why this random dude sitting beside you is trying his best to breathe while he's dying to restrain a laugh.
then you noticed he must have watched the reel you just saw, and you can't help but chuckle a little. sure, looking at a stranger's phone during a train ride is weird and a breach of privacy but the reel was GENUINELY funny as hell you can't even blame the guy.
enjin finally puts his hand down from his mouth, and you took a good look at his face—and well, there's no denying that this stranger has quite a gorgeous, well-sculpted face.
"sorry. my phone's dead and i couldn't help but watch along."
damn. even his voice is hot, especially in such a low whisper.
you chuckled again. "i don't mind. were you watching this whole time?"
"yeah," he nodded and rubbed a hand behind his neck. "it's just... that reel— i couldn't help it. that must have hurt so bad but fuck, ancient lords strike me down for laughing so hard in the inside."
wow, he's hot and funny too. who doesn't love a good-looking guy with a good sense of humor?
"you're funny," you genuinely said, with an equally enjinuinely smile.
"thanks. enjin, by the way."
it didn't even take you a second nor did you even think about giving out your name to a stranger before you replied.
"cool." enjin smiled, and god, this stranger looks hot as fuck. "nice meeting you. unfortunately, this is my stop."
"no way, i'm getting off here as well!"
enjin stood and offered you a hand to help you stand from your seat. "nice. wanna go grab some food?"
you didn't think twice again. you said yes, and you barely know the guy. well, fuck, if you die today, at least you had a good laugh.
what in the organic encounter that was.
🚯 i was watching a reel and laughed so hard, saw a comment about this situation and i thought oh that would be so enjin. but fuck i didn’t even plan for it to be this long LMAO i was planning a paragraph or two but it’s whatever that was fun
Enjin had been acting fucking weird all day. Not the usual he went into his thinker phase or suddenly he flirted too hard with you again like he didn’t own your heart already.
Nah. This was concerning.
He barely looked at you over breakfast. Every time you smiled at him he’d stiffen like you’d thrown a knife instead of affection. When you brushed against his arm while passing him in the hallway he actually growled. A deep, rumbling, instinctive sound.
“Did you just growl at me?”
“No.”
“You literally did.”
“I coughed.”
“You coughed like an angry wolf?”
“Yeah.”
You stared. He stared back. Then he turned around so quickly he nearly walked into the wall.
“You’re so weird,” you muttered.
He made another strange noise - definitely another growl.
By dinner you were convinced something had happened. Maybe he’d gotten into a fight. Maybe he was possessed.
You pushed a bowl of rice toward him. “Babe? Are you mad at me?”
“What?” he barked out.
“You’ve been avoiding me all day.”
“I’m not.”
“You growled.”
“I absolutely didn’t.”
“You did.”
“That was… indigestion.”
“Indigestion growls now?”
“Apparently.”
The silence that followed was painful. Had you scratching your head confused what was going on with your man. “I don’t know what I did, but if you’re upset—”
“I’m not upset!” he answered far too quickly, then he went pale. “Shit!”
“What?” you frowned.
He stood so abruptly his chair screeched against the floor as his hands disappeared into his jacket pocket. You watched him wrestle with something while his face had turned bright red.
“Enjin?”
He pulled out a tiny velvet box and your eyes widened. “Oh.”
“Oh?” he echoed weakly.
He looked like his soul had left his body. Without warning he dropped to one knee. Panic flooded his face and he went up and down on his knee like some odd workout. Then he dropped to both knees.
“I forgot which knee.”
“What?”
You bit your lip so hard it hurt to keep you from smiling, laughing, crying and everything in between. Meanwhile poor guy was breathing like he’d just sprinted a marathon.
His fingers fumbled opening the ring box and yeah…
The ring launched out like it had been fired from a slingshot. Ping. It bounced off your water glass. Ping. Hit the table. Ping. And landed directly in your lap.
Enjin stared at it. You stared at it.
“I meant to do that,” he lied.
“You absolutely didn’t.”
“I absolutely didn’t.” his shoulders slumped and he looked genuinely miserable. “I had a speech.”
“You did?”
“I memorized it.”
“What happened to it?”
“I saw you,” he huffed. “My brain stopped working.”
You couldn’t help the cute little giggle slipping from your mouth. Somehow this giant, confident menace of a man had completely fallen apart over asking you one question.
“I’ve been trying all day.”
“Trying?”
“Not to ask too early.”
“The growling?”
“I was stressed.”
“The avoiding me?”
“I thought if I looked at you too long I’d blurt it out.”
You smiled so hard your cheeks hurt. He looked up at you with the most helpless expression you’d ever seen.
“Please?”
That was it. Not will you marry me - just “please?”
You picked up the ring from your lap with a smile and stepped around the table. You crouched until you were eye level with him, still kneeling awkwardly on both knees.
“You know,” you whispered, trying not to laugh again, “This is probably the worst proposal in history.”
“Yeah.”
“But it’s my favorite.”
“Really?”
“The answer is yes. I want to marry you, Enjin,” you kissed him softly.
His mouth opened and you prepared for the speech he had prepared. He then made that weird little growling noise again.
If you asked Enjin a week ago whether he was an ass or boob guy, he would reply ass, one hundred percent.
If you asked him today? He’s a thigh guy.
Seeing you in those black thigh-highs, the way the cotton hugged the fat of your flesh and squished it drove him insane. Enjin never once dreamt of being so into your thighs, sure he found every part of you hot, but this was definitely a first.
“Ah shit, babe. You’re so soft. How are you so soft?” He moaned into the air, head tipping back as he slowly rocked his hips into the plush of your thighs.
He had you bent over the sink, thighs pressed together as he humped into them like a man possessed.
His drooling tip peeked out from between your thighs with every forward thrust of his hips, predribbling onto your skin in the process. You felt his dick glide over your bare cunt with every thrust, your slick only making his movements more fluid.
“Ngh — Enjin! Stop teasing and just fuck me already,” you whined, face scrunching up into the cutest pout. He shook his head, “Can’t, baby. Your thighs are a godsend.“
You mewled as his tip bumped your clit, sending shockwaves through your body. He began to speed up, fucking your thighs with more effort now.
The room filled with the lewd sound of skin on skin mingling with your shared moans. Enjin’s inked hands gripped your thighs, squeezing the flesh so hard that they would surely be bruised by morning.
“Hah,” he drawled, “You feel so good like this. Maybe we should do this more often. These are way sexier than socks…”
You nodded along, squeezing your thighs together, which earned you a strangled moan from Enjin. He looked so hot like this, blonde hair falling loosely over his forehead, sweat beading down his neck.
Just from how dishevelled he looked, you knew he was close. “Enjin,” you practically purred, “Please give me it. Want you to ruin these,” motioning towards the thigh-highs. Enjin growled, upping his pace as he neared his high.
“Yeah? Gonna ruin these cute socks, paint them white for you.” His eyes rolled back obscenely, a groan caught in his throat.
You could feel the sticky residue of his pre mixing with your own slick coating your inner thighs.
Enjin was going feral over your thighs. His high was building faster than expected. I mean, could you blame him? You looked so damn cute in those socks, and your thighs felt unreal. “‘M so close,” he warned, head dropping to your shoulder to bite and suckle at your skin.
“Cum for me, baby.”
And with your words, Enjin’s hips stilled as he came in hot spurts. A choked whimper escaped him as he coated your thighs and socks with his cum. White ropes covered the black cotton, staining the fabric.
“You’re going to have to buy me new ones…” You mumbled grumpily.
He only shrugged, “Was already planning on it, babe.”
a/n: enjinholic over here (it’s me. i’m the enjinholic.)
thinking abt babydad enjin who’s currently away on a mission — and you, his very pregnant girl, who’s in the middle of a hormonal breakdown because he isn’t here.
you’re in the infirmary with eishia and semiu, who’re desperately trying to get you to calm down before something in you bursts and puts you and the baby in danger.
“enjin’ll be back soon, i know it.”
“where is enjinnn?” you wail, fat tears rolling down your cheeks while you’re sprawled over a cot. your chest heaves with sobs, and semiu and eishia share a worried glance.
“do you want anything? i can get you something from the markets, or…?” semiu attempts to reason with you, taking a step towards the bed.
you shake your head slowly, blinking at her with glossy eyes. “i just want enjin. where is he?”
“he’s out on a mission, darling. he—“
semiu stops in her tracks, looking like she just got the best idea ever. she peers at eishia, then back to you.
“what’re you doing?” you ask weakly, sniffling.
“just trust me. i know what’ll make you feel better.”
semiu’s hands come up to her choker. she presses the button, waits a bit. then, a familiar voice comes through her choker.
“go for enjin.”
you immediately perk up at the sound of his voice, tears still pricking your face.
“enjin,” semiu hums. “got someone wanting to talk to you. awfully emotional.” she walks towards you with a knowing smile, sitting on the stool next to your bed.
“en’,” you mumble loud enough for the choker to catch it. “baby? what’s the matter?” he cooes, causing your lower lip to tremble.
“i miss you.”
“miss me, huh? i miss you too. what’s this about you being so upset?”
“it’s nothing. it’s stupid. i just—“ you begin to ramble, but not for long before you’re cut off.
“uh-uh. nothing you say is stupid. now, tell me.”
you’re silent for a moment, biting the inside of your cheek. “i wake up and you’re not even here.” your voice rises and cracks simultaneously.
“i wanted you next to me, and you left me here. left me here to die.” you sob, and you can hear his breath hitch, just barely.
“what?” he blurts.
“to die alone here carrying your child.”
“i can’t just skip missions, babe.”
“you should’ve blown the beast up with your mind. but you want to leave me instead.”
“sweetie, i did not—“
“you did!”
enjin laughs wholeheartedly. you can already imagine the wide grin that he’s probably wearing right now. “boo, no. i didn’t want to leave you. hell, i wouldn’t leave, ever. but i have to work when i’m sent off.”
you sniffle loud enough for his heart to break on the opposite end of the choker. he could swear you heard it.
“come on, doll. if it were up to me, i’d block out all of the missions i would have to go on until i get to hold our little one in my arms.”
his words make you freeze, and they somehow make you feel a little better. even though he still abandoned you.
“i’m on my way back now, okay? i’ll bring you your favorite snacks and we can cuddle. how does that sound?”
drabble hc idk wtf to call it but giving enjin sloppy head while he recovers in the hospital and he can’t get even look down at you bc of the neck brace
imagine being so fucking mad at enjin for almost dying. like you genuinely get it why he did it and still—
“have you even thought about me?” you snap at him while he lays there.
neck brace, eyes heavily lidded and some rest smoke curling from his lips. “babe—“
“no. don’t babe me. i’m so mad.”
then because it absolutely makes sense you push the blanket down. enjin’s dick twitches already, because his dick knows you better than enjin actually does 🙂↕️
you sneer before spitting right onto his cock. a fat glob of spit running down his length and that man is whimpering. he actually tries to escape you, like he has any chance against your greedy mouth.
you swallow him, gag, drool and suck him with the precision of an assassin. man’s done. whimpering. drooling too. eyes rolled back. eyes at the ceiling, because he can’t look down. he can’t see your beautiful face being stuffed, because of that dumb neck brace.
kills him on the inside. is also the hottest thing ever. but then he hears your little sob, because you had been so terrified of losing him and he reaches down blindly. his big hand engulfs your face, caressing your cheek as you still bob up and down on his shaft.
enjin cums so pathetically fast and when you pull back he’s greeted with the sight of your red cried eyes and some cum that splattered against your lips.
fuck fuck fuck. he needs to kiss you and promise sweet nothings and just hold you. but then you just disappear, leaving him with the blanket pushed back and his spit covered dick hanging out.
enjin struggles with his confidence once he falls head over heels for your pretty self.
Enjin hated mirrors. He knew exactly what people saw when they looked at him.
The tattoos that crawled over his skin like spilled ink. The smell of smoke that clung into his clothes. The rough features and the large scar on his skull. Hands that looked better suited for fighting than to hold something beautiful.
He fit the pit and it had never been a problem until you.
You looked like something untouched by all of this. Where grime stained the walls and nearly everyone carried exhaustion beneath their eyes you somehow stayed pristine.
He didn’t even mean this in a bad way. You weren’t spoiled like the Nijikus or acted above everyone else. You were just neat.
Your clothes were always clean, layered and styled. Trimmed nails and hair that never looked tangled - even after missions. You smelled faintly like soap instead of smoke and blood and rust.
The first time Enjin saw you fixing the collar of your coat in a cracked mirror he genuinely thought you had gotten lost. Someone like you should’ve been up in the sphere - not down here beside people like him.
He cringed at himself for thinking that way. You were kind and talked to everyone the same way. Not once you had acted superior.
No, you were found joking around with the cleaners. You sat with rudo and the kids to doodle and share snacks. Enjin had once seen you sewing riyo’s jacket with a tiny sewing kit you carried around.
You belonged here more than most people. Still, Enjin’s brain couldn’t stop thinking about the difference between you and him.
Somehow his brain also added Gris to the mix. Gris with his composed appearance and smooth confidence. Gris who looked out together with his shiny blond hair. Gris who could stand beside you and just fit there.
Enjin compared himself to his friend a lot after meeting you. The ash that clung to his fingers. That he has really prominent knuckles. His tattoos that covered part of the truth and could been seen as aggressive to someone polished as you.
You didn’t smoke. Fuck, the smoking.
One night he caught sight of himself in a window reflection while lighting a cigarette and immediately put it out.
Zanka got real nervous watching this. “Are you sick?”
Enjin scoffed. “Shut up.”
But afterward he stared at the crushed cigarette under his boot and wondered if you hated the smell.
It got worse over time. Every little interaction sat under his skin for days.
He watched you smiling at Gris. Once you adjusted follo’s collar while talking to him.
It was the fucking fact that you looked so natural standing beside people who looked cleaner, calmer, prettier.
Enjin started avoiding you without even meaning to. Fuck. It wasn’t his intention, okay?
But he’d leave rooms. Stood further away during meetings or just hang outs. He pretended to be busy. Because each time you smiled at him hope blossomed in his chest.
Hope was a dangerous for someone like him.
The thing he failed to realize was that you noticed his absence.
Your expression fell a bit when he stopped sitting beside you or how he stopped joking around with you. He didn’t tease you at all anymore and you didn’t knew why.
Maybe you had upset him somehow
At first you thought maybe you’d upset him somehow until semiu spilled the beans, having mercy with the two of you.
“Dude’s losing his mind because he thinks you’d prefer Gris.”
“What?”
“You didn’t know, huh? I’m not surprised. Dude’s not known for talking about his feelings.
Suddenly everything made sense to you. And oh, your face grew warm. That was something you could work with and finally talk to him.
In the evening you got your chance when you found Enjin alone on the roof of headquarters, leaning against the railing while smoke curled into the air beside him.
You walked over quietly. “Can I sit here?”
Poor man nearly jumped as he stared at you. “Yeah. Sure.”
You sat beside him and for a moment neither of you spoke. Then you reached over, plucked the cigarette from his fingers, and took the last drag of it. Enjin stared at you in absolute horror.
“That was my last one.”
“You can survive.”
A weak laugh escaped him as he shook the head. You snipped the cig bud over the railing and it was so unlike you. He liked it.
You glanced at him carefully. “Why have you been avoiding me?”
“I haven’t.”
“You have.”
“A little.”
“Why?”
Enjin rubbed a hand over his face.
‘because you’re too pretty for me. Because standing beside you makes me feel filthy. Because I look at Gris and think yeah, obviously you’d pick someone like him.’
He couldn’t say any of that aloud. So instead he shrugged roughly. “You just seem more comfortable around cleaner guys.”
The second the words left his mouth he regretted them. You blinked confused.
“Cleaner guys?”
“Y’know.” he gestured vaguely at himself. “Less… this.”
Oh he sounded so fucking bitter. You stared at him for several long seconds before realization softened your face.
“Oh.”
Shit. Can he please rewind and push all the words back into his throat? His jaw twitched as he spoke up again.
“You don’t gotta pretend or anything. I know what I look like.”
“Enjin.”
“You and Gris make more sense.”
“Enjin.”
“He’s—”
“Enjin.”
Your hand grabbed his wrist firmly. It shut him up instantly.
“You really think I’d choose someone based on how polished they look? Do you really think so low of me?”
He didn’t answer, because yes. No. Yes. But he didn’t think low of you.
You sighed softly, thumb brushing against the tattoos on his wrist. “I like your tattoos and those hoops in your ears.”
“What?”
“And your hands,” you smiled softly. “They look warm.”
Something genuinely helpless crossed his face. Nobody had ever described him as warm before. He knew he was the connection for many of them, but being described as warm was new.
“And for the record,” you added quieter now, “You’re really handsome.”
What?
His entire body went still. Handsome? Him? You weren’t lying either. He saw you once lying. It was terrible.
Heat climbed violently up his neck. “You can’t just say stuff like that.”
“Why not? It’s true.”
“No it isn’t.”
“It is.”
“You need your eyes checked.”
You laughed softly and the sound nearly killed him. Suddenly all those awful thoughts in his head felt quieter.
You shifted closer until your shoulder bumped his and you rested your head against his shoulder. Not caring that you smudged your pants on the dirty roof or that he cleaned his coat, well, many many moons ago the last time.
“I don’t care if you smoke,” you murmured. “Or if you’re rough around the edges. None of that scares me.”
“You should be scared,” Enjin whispered.
“I’m not.”
Enjin looked down at your hand still resting over his tattooed wrist and felt something painful bloom in his chest. Again the hope, but this time it didn’t feel ugly.
“Give me a chance,” you added quietly. “I’m more than clean clothes like I know you’re more than tattoos and cigarettes.”
Enjin looked at you for a long time and then he did the only right thing. He turned his hand around and interlocked your fingers together. “Okay.”
mid sleep, you tussle slightly, mumble tiredly as you feel your bed dip and shuffle a bit, your tired eyes slowly — faintly, flutter open. your body stills when two languid pair of arms drape along your stomach, pulling you back into a looming, balmy stature laid out comfortably behind you. your hazy eyes glances over your shoulder, noticing the familiar strands of deep chiffon trickle along the side of your head. you sigh, try to utter a firm word but quick to be silenced with a prompt tug around your body.
his face nudges close into the truffle of your hair, eyes closed and body still attached sturdily against your back. his fingers steadily interlock, keeping you both pressed together.
"En', you're suppose to be in the infirmary room...healing"
"Mmh...can heal...better...here"
your breath catches at the back of your throat when you feel his taller figure curl up against yours, making you mold into his curled-in shape, nestled ever so comfortably and rigidly. your hand emerges from the warmth of the pillow beneath your head and gingerly trail over to the touch of his grounding you mid-stomach. your heart flutters when you feel his pointing finger lazily entangles with yours, keeping it interlaced with his. you can only smile, wryly.
all you could do was nuzzle into his basking warmth and security. embracing his endearing presence.
"...missed you..." was all he could mutter before drifting off into a well needed deep slumber, heightening the already pestering fluttering of your stomach. your finger instinctively curls tighter around his, body sinking back into his body heat.
"...missed you too, dummy...I'm glad you're here" your hand engulfs over his, protectively.
"Enjin, this is — hah, hah — this is so stupid, let me go, you doofus!" you try to wriggle yourself out from being entangled with the tall blonde in the elongated length of his red sweatshirt, that completely swallowed your smaller figure. Enjin only grins mischievously, both massive inked hands sneaking over to cupping your ass, keeping you firm against his brawny body beneath the warming fabric and making silly kissing expressions against your blooming cheek.
"You know you like it girl, now shush and give your man a kiss, he's missed you!"
"No! ha! get — get away from me you dork!" you persist, as does his hands on your ass, squeezing them occasionally as he presses his lips firm against your warm cheek to the corner of your lifted lips. the thick material of his sweatshirt keeping you in his general vicinity, pushing and molding you in to his burly stature. the giggles slipping from your pretty lips betraying your false pretenses.
he doesn't let up, in fact, the more you squirmed about, the more encouraged he was on keeping you closer to him. and when he gets you to inevitably melt into his embrace, he'll slyly lean down, cup his palms under your thighs and swiftly hike up your body and lock your legs around his waist. smirking triumphantly from ear to ear as he gives you proper kisses to your cheek and your soft lips.
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