and once again, if anyone has any suggestions or tips in collecting i am all ears!! as well as if you know of any other 2099 Volumes i should keep an eye out for
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EEEEEE LOOK AT THEM!!!
Vol1 1994 - Issues 1-28!! as well as the annual and special (so far just need 29-45 now!!)
Vol2 2014 - 1-11 have arrived!! (need issue 12 to complete vol 2)
Vol3 2015- all 25 issues not including the 2 TPBs
Spiderman 2023 - have everyone that has come out so far! collecting as they come
Going to try my hand at finding a nice box to store these in at the thrift store today
writing it out to hold myself accountable and actually get up and go by myself, exposure therapy at its best and im definitely using these comics well being as my motivation!
if anyone knows the specific box dimensions i should look out for lmk lol
was a lil sad i could risk damaging them if i went the route of displaying them, was actually trying to find a clear box to store these but i didn’t want to risk sun damage !!
just imagined enjin being the kind of goof (a little drunk) that comes up to you, leans messily along the wall beside you and hiccups a slurred "hey girl, how you doin'?" and you're just trying your absolute best not to laugh right in his cute, stupid face. and it's fryinnnggg me because he's sooo confident too! elevated body leaning closer towards you, arm hovered and crooked above your head (to keep his swaying body steady lol) and a wide, sloppy cocky ass grin smacked right on his slumped face LMAOOO
everyone has bad habits, whether it be nail biting, smoking or spending absurd amounts of money on blind boxes that never quite seemed to be able to fill the deep void that grew inside of them...
luckily for you, your boyfriend suffered from all three bad habits, but there was actually another…quirk of his that was the most conflicting.
conflicting in the sense that it always happened when you were too far gone to argue with it, fingers tangled in the messy crop of his golden strands or scrunched sheets of the bed—eyes glazed over, leg pinned up somewhere, wet SHLICK SHLICK SHLICK getting louder with each snap of his hips against your own.
and then it comes. “hey pretty girl…”
you watch the way the black and red ink twisted around his arms, grip on the headboard making the wood buckle a little.
“look at you being so loud f’me. what are you saying gorgeous?”
his eyes flit back up to you. “what do you think my sweet girl’s saying? kinda sounds like ‘i love you, i love you, i loooo-"
“s-shut up!" you finally managed to choke out, irritation melting back into a mindless bliss with each press of his length, slight curve making you shudder from how full you felt.
yes, dear reader. your boyfriend’s arguably worst (yet weirdly endearing?) habit was his propensity to talk not just to you, but also to your warm, drooling pussy.
i mean, it was no secret that enjin loved to run his fucking mouth but for the target audience to be your currently stuffed entrance was definitely something that took some getting used to.
you still weren’t used to it to this day, and that was what seemed to make enjin enjoy doing it even more, amber eyes rolling with little malice as he used his other hand to hold onto the crease of your waist, pressing you back onto him with an increasing fervor.
“you’re right, rude to speak over my second favorite girl. let's have her speak for herself.”
and he went quiet, your face getting warm at the lasciviously loud sounds of your slick dripping around his length and smacking against your skin, pillow stuffed underneath you forcing your back into an even deeper arch than normal.
“hngggh, s-so deeeeep!” you slurred, unable to hold back the soft moans that snuck their way out, nails scratching along the inked forearms that caged you underneath him.
“I ammmm, aren’t i?” the hand that was on your waist pressed down on the lower side of your belly, low groan from the added pressure of his hand making it feel like he was even deeper. “can feel me all the way up in here, can’t you?”
“you like that? actually, you don’t even need to say anything…she’s doing all the talkin’ for you.”
and he winked, walls so tight around him it felt like you were trying to milk him dry, pace getting a little uneven making you question whether he was more pussydrunk or you were more dickmatized—sliver of drool leaking out onto the side of your face almost equivalent to the slight furrow of his brow, pooling warmth in your stomach starting to get warmer and warmer with every dull thud of the headboard against the wall.
“enjinnnn!” you whined, breath starting to stutter as two tattooed fingers moved to press against the swell of your bottom lip, sliding against your tongue—lips wrapping tight around the digits automatically, long strand of saliva pulling out from your mouth breaking away as his wet fingers swirling small circles on your clit.
“fuck, you’re close, aren’t you? my sweet girl’s about to make a mess all over me, isn’t she?”
and she did, indeed, make a mess.
i’m talking wet gush leaking out over his lower half and the dark bedsheets, walls pulsing around him as he continued to press into you, eyes blinking open to watch the way his eyes cross slightly before he spills up into you—so full from the mixture of your combined release stuffed into you that you felt bloated, legs twitching around his tall frame before he pulled out.
“…she’s a real messy girl, ain’t she?”
you rolled your eyes.
your boyfriend had a bad habit.
but unlike the other ones, you weren’t so quick to try and fix it.
a/n : officially throwing my hat into the gachiakuta ff scene hehehe. this account is now officially a #enjin fan page, like that is my new blond husband…
enjin trying to flirt with you by jumping over the edge of the couch… except he misjudges everything and eats the floor. he recovers instantly though. points at the floor and goes, “yeah. tested gravity. still works.”
he tells everyone you’re just a friend while actively memorizing your favorite drink, favorite snack, favorite scent, favorite songs, the way your footsteps sound, and the exact expression you make before you laugh.
he gets jealous in the most humiliating ways. another guy makes you laugh and suddenly enjin is carrying three times his normal workload. ripping apart trash beasts like they personally insulted his bloodline.
you ask him to hold your bag for just a sec and he walks around with it for six hours being fancy.
this man absolutely practices conversations with you in his head beforehand. then you actually show up and he blurts out:
“you smell nice.”
“thanks?”
“like candle wax and min—UAHmince.”
he once tried to impress you by doing something dangerous and cool. ended up needing stitches.
enjin sees you wearing his coat once and genuinely stops functioning for a minute. just stares. blinking slowly. somebody unplugged him.
he tries to play it cool when you patch up his injuries but his ears are literally burning red the entire time.
if you fall asleep on him? over. done. he is sitting there in complete silence like a man chosen by god. doesn’t move for HOURS because “what if you wake up???”
he gets caught staring at you constantly. it’s that pathetic not blinking, mouth open stare. “wow. there she is. wowowowow.”
somebody asks him what his type is and he accidentally describes you down to the smallest detail before realizing halfway through.
he absolutely says your name under his breath when he’s alone sometimes. just testing how it sounds attached to him.
when you compliment him he carries it for MONTHS.
“you said i looked nice that one day.”
“enjin that was last year.”
he acts tougher around everyone else but the second you praise him he turns into a stray dog hearing good boy for the first time.
he once got into an argument because someone implied you weren’t pretty. nearly started a war over it actually.
if you touch his arm casually during a conversation he thinks about it all day. all night too.
he definitely has moments where he’s lying awake at night replaying tiny interactions with you. “she handed me something and our fingers touched. WOAH.”
he tries to make you laugh specifically. doesn’t care if nobody else reacts. if you giggle once he’s suddenly performing a whole stand-up routine.
he gets weirdly protective over things you give him. a cheap little trinket from you? suddenly his most prized possession (might becomes his jinki at some point).
enjin would absolutely deny being in love while looking like THIS: exhausted eyes, yearning sighs, standing outside your door at 2am because i was just passing by.
if someone flirts with you in front of him his smile gets terrifyingly polite.
he cannot handle you being sweet to him when he’s injured or sick. one forehead touch and he’s staring at the ceiling reconsidering his entire existence.
he tries so hard to be smooth when he’s jealous.
“you seem close with him.”
“that’s my cousin.”
“oh.”
“why are you sweating?”
he once walked into a pole because you smiled at him unexpectedly.
the team notices before you do. they’re watching him stare at you like a victorian man dying of tuberculosis.
enjin pretending not to care if you’re around another guy but immediately appearing behind you two. “hey. what are we talking about?” nobody invited him.
he’d rather DIE than admit he missed you.
if you praise another man in front of him he suddenly becomes the most competitive person alive. “oh he can cook?” next thing you know enjin’s burning an entire kitchen down trying to make soup.
he definitely got caught smiling to himself when he hears you on the choker and denied it with his whole chest.
“i’m not smiling.”
“enjin you’re literally kicking your feet.”
he acts like physical affection doesn’t affect him meanwhile one hug from you has him staring into space afterward like he survived a near death experience.
he once fixed his hair before seeing you and then acted annoyed when you noticed. “did you do something different to your hair? 🙂” — “no. 🙄” spent sixty minutes on it.
enjin hearing you call him pretty exactly once and replaying it in surround sound for the next five business days.
he wants your attention so bad it becomes embarrassing. if you ignore him for too long he starts doing progressively dumber things around you.
he absolutely has that pathetic wet cat energy after arguments. lurking nearby. sighing dramatically. hoping you’ll talk to him first.
when you’re cold he gives you his coat instantly but pretends he’s not affected by freezing temperatures while visibly shivering.
he once almost confessed accidentally and had to fake cough halfway through. “there’s something i need to tell you—” violent coughing fit. miraculous recovery ten seconds later.
if you ever kissed his cheek unexpectedly this man would ascend spiritually and physically. probably walks into another pole afterward.
"You're alright, you're alright..." Enjin coos sweet and low, an unapologetic grin on his face as he keeps the pad of his thumb drawing slow circles right against your slippery clit. His other hand holds your hip steady- keeping you in place as he continues to lazily grind his hips into you.
You're gasping for air and grabbing at his wrist with trembling fingers. Your eyes are bleary and panicked, thighs trembling and twitching with every sharp and agonizing jolt of pleasure lighting through each nerve. "Enjin, h-hold on, I-I just-" A pathetic sound leaves you right as Enjin gives you a sudden cant of his hips that has your body bouncing under him. "Oops. Sorry, what were you saying, baby?" Your bottom lip wobbles. You know that tone. You've already cum twice and Enjin hasn't even properly fucked you yet. His fat tip presses and swirls against that part of you that has your toes curling and Enjin's ego skyrocketing.
You shake and sink your nails into Enjin's skin. He laughs. "Hey, hey, don't make that face at me. You know how to use your words," Enjin swipes his tongue across his bottom lip as he drags his hips back nice and slow, "so use them." With emphasis, he thrusts forward with an audible smack of tacky skin against tacky skin. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull. Your spine arches off the slightly damp sheet you're laid out on.
Enjin hums deep in his chest, lashes fluttering closed for just a moment to savor your heat clinging around him like it was ready to snap his dick off at any given moment (and he definitely wouldn't mind).
"C'mon baby, talk t'me. Where's all that attitude gone?" He murmurs, giving another filling thrust that has him groaning and you crying. Your mind's gone entirely empty- tongue heavy in your mouth as drool pools at the flat. You're entirely scrambled. Enjin is well aware. Despite that, he has no plans on letting up on you. You can take that and more, after all.
"How about this?" Enjin begins as two big and rough hands firmly take your thighs and spread you open obscenely wide. The cool metal of his rings soothes the heat of your skin. His voice is all you can process properly- it has a way of grounding you yet keeping you on this high you could never dream to replicate. "I'll fuck you just the way you like," Enjin smirks, "and you tell me aaaaall about how much you hate me and my stupid dick, yeah?"
In which you started off as friends with benefits and ended up as so much more.
A/n: I’m thinking of making a part two to this so let me know if you’d like to see more. I have ideas cooking up on how this develops.
Warnings!: none I think just implied sex
Spending the night with Enjin meant one thing. Intense, blissful, messy sex. It was a simple agreement. Hooking up when either of you were feeling particularly needy, and then going your own ways once it was done. The deal was held in place by a handshake and two dumbasses that thought neither of them would be reckless enough to fall in love.
It started off like you both had planned it. Sneaking back and forth between bedrooms for a few weeks and getting your rocks off when needed, but it started to change.
He’d say it was a moment of weakness that he asked you to stay that first night, to keep him company a little longer. “Just for tonight.”
And now many late nights that were supposed to be nothing more than a quick fuck were now being spent with his tattooed fingers tracing your skin top to bottom and his lips kissing his favorite spots along the way.
If it was a moment of weakness the first night, what does that make it for the tenth? The twentieth?
Enjin was becoming greedy.
On particularly quiet nights, ones where you fall asleep right after, he’d stay awake to watch how peacefully you slept in his arms. How shallow your breaths became, the soft rise and fall of your chest on his. He’d watch for what felt like hours, thinking “What the hell am I doing?”
He was panicking, stressing, wondering how in the hell he could have been the one to fall first and how much more can he ask for before you figure him out and he has to deal with this total mess you’ve made of him?
And then to soothe his racing heart he’d turn back to you and count every mole and freckle that graced your skin. He’d pull you in closer, taking in the smell of your hair, the softness of your skin and his undeniable need for more.
More of you, more of this. More sex, more spending the night, more kissing, more hand holding, more laughing and sharing clothes and secrets and inside jokes.
He asked you to come to his room one night. This wasn’t abnormal. You were there most nights out of the week anyway. It had the usual minimal clothing, bodies wrapped up in sheets, breathy whispers that tickled ears and quiet giggles that warmed chests. Except this time there was no sex.
It was hours of telling stories, landing jokes, sneaky compliments, and looking dead into your eyes. You’ve tried to leave, to go to bed so many times now, but he keeps finding ways to keep you around.
“Five more minutes. I wanna hear about your day.”
“That doesn’t sound very ‘friends with benefits’ to me Enjin.”
“Come on, please? For me, baby?” He places his hand on your thigh, rubbing it up and down. He’ll try anything to keep you longer.
“Your greediness knows no bounds.”
He’s smirking wildly. He’s so ecstatic to have won again, to keep you in his arms a moment longer.
Summary: An annoying midnight visit from your boyfriend was supposed to end with a sandwich, but he had a completely different craving in mind.
Author's Notes: Seems like Enjin won the polls. MDNI.
18+ oral (f. receiving)
You were sitting inside, minding your own business, when this massive thump rattled your ceiling.
As you stepped into the light of the streetlamp, you found Enjin dangling from your gutter. He’s hanging by the hooked handle of Umbreaker, swaying slightly in the humid breeze, looking remarkably relaxed.
"Enjin," you said, crossing your arms. "Explain. Now."
"Oh, hey," he said, doesn't even look startled. He gave you a little two-finger salute from the gutter. "Wanted to give you a little surprise visit. Since your window latch has been busted anyway, I figured I’d save you the walk to the front door."
"You were trying to peer into my room, weren't you?"
"Peer? Wow, okay, that's a strong word," he chuckled, though the sound is cut short when the gutter groans under his weight. He cleared his throat, his gaze shifting toward your front door. "Say, you wouldn't happen to have a ladder? Or a sandwich?"
You sighed, rubbing the bridge of your nose. For someone who fights Trashbeasts for a living, there is absolutely no way he’s actually stuck; he could easily drop down on his own if he wanted to. He’s staying up there entirely to bug you and drag this bit out.
But as much as you'd love to just walk back inside and lock the door, he’ll probably end up tearing the entire gutter system right off the house.
"Just come inside here before the neighbors call the cops," you muttered as you trudged over to the garage, dragging out the heavy metal ladder.
Honestly, you have an agenda here. You will slap some turkey and mayo between two slices of bread, hand it over, and politely point him back toward the sidewalk so you can get back to your peaceful night.
But of course, things went entirely sideways.
"E... Enjin, slow down! This is too much..."
The sandwich never got finished. It sat half-assembled on a plate behind you, abandoned and forgotten, condiments pooling together in a mess. You were halfway through spreading the mayo when a warm, heavy weight pressed flush against your back. Then one thing led to another — his hands led to pulling, pulling led to pushing, pushing led to your back hitting the couch cushions. Clothes scattered across the floor as your shirt crumpled near the door, his jacket hanging off the desk chair, and everything else tangled together on the hardwood.
His hand gripped your thigh, hitching it higher, changing the angle to drag a sound out of you. He knew exactly how to drive you up, how to make your breath catch and your toes curl. He pulls out just enough to use his thumb to grind mercilessly against your clit.
"Too much, yeah? ...I'll slow down."
A beat.
"Eventually."
That cocky bastard. Still smirking even now, even with sweat rolling down his temple and his composure cracking at the edges. His hair had fallen loose from its usual slicked-back arrangement, strands of it curtaining his face as he dipped down.
You let out a choked, desperate sound as your fingers clenched into the sweat-dampened cushion as his tongue worked up all your sensitive spots, making your body jerk and convulse uncontrollably.
"You... you're a liar. You said you were hungry... for actual food."
"Both. Turns out I was hungry for both." A breathless laugh broke out of him. "Can you blame me?" The noises extended beyond obscene. There was never a steady rhythm, the motion of his mouth and tongue going either too fast or too slow and never really giving you a precise pattern that you could hold onto.
"You're absolutely destroying that poor cushion. If that were my shoulder, you’d have clawed me to shreds by now, hm?"
"Mm... I-I don't know..."
"Might have even torn right through my tattoos, for all I know."
His fingers curled around the backs of your knees, spreading you wider. Looking up at you through dark lashes with an expression caught somewhere between reverence and lust.
Your head thrashed back against the couch, your spine arching so violently your heels dig into his shoulders for leverage. The wet warmth kept going, lapping and lapping, making all of your nerves go haywire. A broken, high-pitched keening sound escapes you.
"Enjin—god, Enjin, please... I’m going to—"
"Please, what? Finish that sentence." His name in your mouth like that — did something irreversible to him. His fingers dug bruises into the soft flesh of your thighs as he held you steady through it.
You choked on the rest of the sentence, your eyes rolling back as the first wave of a shattering climax ripples through you, your thighs trembling uncontrollably against his ears.
Only when the shaking subsided to something manageable did he pull back. Chin slick. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and lifted his weight moving off you just enough to let you breathe, though he didn’t go far.
"Ah... look at that. You’re my absolute world, you know that?" he murmured, his voice thick with affection. He leaned down to pressed a firm kiss right to your earlobe, letting his breath warm your skin. "You have this hold on me, babe. I’m just so damn proud that you’re mine."
"Stop saying such embarrassing things, I hate you, Enjin!"
You groaned, your muscles feeling completely like jelly. The ceiling was still there, but your racing heart was finally starting to slow down.
Enjin just laughed, as he nipped gently at the skin he’d just kissed to catch you off guard. "Yeah, yeah. You hate me, breaking my heart here, babe."
He finally rolled off you and somehow — God knows how, given you'd stripped each other down to almost nothing — his cigarette pack was still in his back pocket. He fished it out, shook one loose with practiced ease, and lit it off the dying pilot light of your stove. Because apparently, using a lighter like a normal person was beneath him.
He took a slow drag, the orange glow illuminating the sharp lines of his face for a brief second before he exhaled the smoke away from you, watching the gray wisps drift toward the ceiling.
You threw up a weak hand to shove at his chest as he settled back down, but he didn't even budge. Instead, he caught your wrist mid-air. He just watched you through half-closed eyes, the cigarette dangling precariously between his fingers, completely silent. Which, for Enjin, was a miracle.
"Still hate me?" he teased.
Before you could snap back, he took another drag and reached over, gently tugging the mangled cushion out from under your head. He tossed it aside and replaced it with his own thigh, cradling you against him. He smoothed a few stray hairs away from your forehead.
"Oh, and the window latch thing," he added, tapping your nose playfully. "Seriously. Fix it."
To him hands were practical things. Burned knuckles. Scraped palms. Fingers stained black from grease and dust. In the pit soft hands didn’t survive long anyway. Which was exactly why yours caught him so off guard.
The two of you were sitting in the workshop after a long day, shoulder to shoulder on the floor beside a half-disassembled radios and tvs. Everyone else had already wandered off for dinner, leaving the two of you alone.
Enjin reached for the wrench beside you at the exact same moment you did. His fingers brushed yours. Your skin was warm and smooth and so soft.
He blinked once, staring down at your joined hands like he’d touched something dangerous.
You pulled back first. “Sorry.”
“No,” he mumbled roughly. “It’s fine.” but he kept looking at your hand.
You tilted your head. “What?”
Enjin rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly before speaking, “Your hands are really soft.”
Your eyes widened slightly, and Enjin immediately regretted speaking, because now you were looking at him like that. That cute little stare that always made his chest feel too tight.
“They are?” you asked.
“Yeah.” he cleared his throat and looked away fast. “Weirdly soft.”
“Weirdly?”
“You know what I mean.” he groaned under his breath. “Not weird bad.”
A smile tugged at your lips. Enjin however suddenly became very interested in that one radio that was beyond saving.
“You just…” he struggled for the words. “You don’t feel like this place.”
You looked down at your hands for a moment before softly asking, “Is that a bad thing?”
“No.” he shook the head.
You looked back up at him, and there was something dangerously fond in your expression now. So you teased him a little, “No?”
“Don’t start.”
“But you’re complimenting me.”
“Am not.”
“You literally called my hands soft.”
“I said weirdly soft.”
You laughed brightly and he looked at you. His heartbeat kicked at that sound. It always did, especially when he was the reason for it. But what he wanted now wasn’t to listen to your laughter, he wanted to touch your hand again. Just to see if it’d be that soft the second time too.
if there's one thing enjin will forever love doing, it's teasing the hell out of you. enjin x reader!!
enjin has a multitude of petnames from you, and with every day that passes, you swear each and every one of them becomes more absurd.
you had grown used to semiu snickering and zanka gagging every time he called for you — names like sweet cheeks, little lady, pretty thing, buttercup, princess — but the name he calls you by today? you're positive it can't get any more egregious than this.
"bugaboo? enjin, please tell me i've misheard you."
"hahh? what's wrong with bugaboo?!"
he yelps when you smack his arm before the sound transforms into a hearty cackle, and you resist the urge to smack him again and instead grip his arm firmly
"you are such a jackass! call me that in public and i'll turn you inside-out."
enjin has hearts for eyes when you tell him that, grinning with all his teeth as his fingers tap rhythmically against the steering wheel in front of him. he's driving leisurely today, for once, but the only reason for it was because he wanted to talk with you longer.
"don't say that stuff to me, bugaboo. ya'know it turns me on—yeeeeowch! you smack hard, lady!"
"the kids are sleeping in the back—"
"pshhh, they've heard me say worse," he snickers, and you shake your head in disbelief, flustered and speechless more than ever as you sit back in your seat with a huff
"you're so....ugh." you grumble, and enjin doesn't hesitate to lean over the center console and press a hard kiss onto your cheek. you whine, trying to push him off, but he just presses another one onto your forehead before pulling back
"—i have a colorful selection of nicknames for you, there has to be at least one that you like." he says, and when you don't respond, his eyes light up
"ohh so that's how it is? which one is it?! tell me!" he demands eagerly, but you merely look out the window and ignore him. unluckily for you, enjin loves a good challenge.
"all right then. we've got a bit of a ride ahead of us, so don't think i won't get it out of you, babydoll." he teases, but you merely roll your eyes, squinting to keep a lookout on the road since enjin would rather stare at you than be a responsible driver.
—unfortunately, your boyfriend was equality persistent as he was annoying (which was very much), and he knew you like no other. so, when he finally says the word pretty girl while reciting his long list and sees your lips twitch in his peripheral, his entire face lights up as if he's discovered something sacred and special.
"pretty girl? you like that?" he questions, smooth voice sending shivers down your spine, and when you mistakingly stammer, his eyes sharpen like a predator finding its prey
"aww, don't pout, pretty girl! pretty girl, pretty girl, my pretty girl, the prettiest girl," enjin coos, and your face is positively on fire. enjin's ridiculously loud laughter eventually stirs rudo from his sleep, who sits up with a confused mumble while zanka continues drooling all over the younger cleaner's shoulder — on the other hand, you keep one arm braced against the door so you can get out the moment the truck rolls to a stop
"wha...what's so funny?" rudo slurs sleepily, but enjin only grins in response, yelling at zanka to wake up as he yanks his keys out and chases after you. you're speed walking towards the entrance of hq after prompty exiting the truck the second it stopped, but enjin is quicker, coming from behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind
"you little—" you start, but enjin spins you around in his arms before you can cuss him out, and instead you squeal and tighten your hold on him
"what was that, pretty girl?" he questions with that handsome smirk that sends your heart racing, and the only thing you can do is hide your face in his neck as he throws his head back and laughs at you—again.
Warnings: fluff, mentions of sex, suggestive themes
"Enjin-" You feel him grunt against your chest. Your hands continue to fiddle with one of the pages of your book.
"Enjin, we really shouldn't do this here." As soon as the words leave your mouth you feel his arms tightening around you, nuzzling his face closer against your skin, as if in fear of you getting away if he doesn't do so.
He had been away on a mission the last two days. He's exhausted and his clothes kind of reek like the piles of trash that remained of the trash beasts that he fought so fiercely. On his way back, he couldn’t stop imagining how he’d pull you away from whatever you were doing the moment he reached HQ, just to drag you into the shower with him in order to show you just how much he's missed you.
However, his plan faded instantly when he spotted you comfortably nestled on a couch in the common room. You were already dressed for sleep, a book in your hands and a cup of tea, your nightly ritual, resting beside you. So the best thing Enjin could think of was taking off his coat and shirt in one go, and then planting himself on top of you with all his weight. There was just no way he could wait and drag you to your bedroom first, he needed you right now.
And that's exactly how you ended up in your current position. The peppermint tea you'd prepared for yourself, long forgotten on the table next to you.
You feel another grunt coming from him. He doesn't move a single muscle. As much as you love his laid back side, right now he's being a bit too laid back for your liking.
It's not that late into the evening yet and you fear the face Zanka, or anyone else for that matter, would make if they walked in on you guys like this. It's no secret that you and Enjin are close but you've recently took a step toward a type of intimacy that most definitely crosses the line of platonic friendship, and you haven't exactly told anyone yet. You're pretty sure though that Semiu already knows. Because it's Semiu, so of course she knows.
But you don't think Enjin would actually care. He's not the type to get embarrassed easily. But since you guys haven't even properly talked about your situation you'd rather not get anyone else involved for the time being.
"Want you to do the thing." He quietly mutters out, completely ignoring your statement from before. Your eyebrows scrunch up in confusion.
"The thing?" You move your head slightly in an attempt to get a better look at him. A mix of tabacco and your his favourite perfume hits your nostrils.
"You know, the thing you do after sex-"
"Enjin!" You whisper yell at him. Out of reflex you hit the back of his neck with your book. But you think you know what he's referring to.
With a heavy sigh you let your book fall to the floor with a quiet 'thud' and after a couple of moments you slowly start to drag the tips of your nails up and down his back. Your fingertips dance across his inked skin. Occasionally you run a hand through his undercut before going back down.
A heavy sigh leaves Enjin's lips. It doesn't matter if your nails leave red marks on his back while he's thrusting into you or if they gently trace circles across his tired muscles. Enjin adores it when you claim him with your hands.
Enjin being one of the Cleaners’ strongest Jinki users? Oh, most definitely. But right now, he’s completely and utterly at your mercy.
You feel his grip on you loosen for a second and you think that Enjin might actually listen to you for once, so you guys can take this somewhere more private. Oh, how naive of you.
Instead of getting up from his current position he places both of his arms steadily on either side of you, caging you in. You expect him to give you his typically bedroom eyes. The eyes that warn you every time about the next thing he's about to do. The ones that make your stomach drop. Those eyes that make your heart rate speed up and giving you that feeling that travels lower and ignites a warmth between your thighs.
But the look he’s giving you is not lustful.
His forehead meets yours as a soft giggle leaves your lips. The sound makes his heart leap.
"You okay?"
He responds with a breathless 'yeah' while nudging his nose closer to yours.
"Never been better, sweetheart-" He groans out deeply before connecting both of your lips for a delicate kiss.
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