a/n: smut ahead!! minors dni!! i also had wayy tm fun with this
the responsibility that comes with being a cleaner is basically a no brainer to you. missions, patrols, the whole gig— after so long, it’s just a routine.
but then comes the separation from your teammates and loved ones. it wasn’t unheard of to be sent on solo missions or with another team, in fact, you didn’t mind it.
except for the fact that you haven’t gotten longer than a minute alone with enjin. neither of you have been able to keep track at this point of how long it’s been.
and it’s been eating at him alive.
so the moment he finally gets to breathe, and coincidentally, so do you— he’s immediately all over you in the common area. it’s just you two, so he decides to do what he knows best— nag at you until you can’t put up with him anymore.
he groans into your ear, at a tone that you swear he intended to try to rile you up.
“enjin,” you murmur in warning, despite knowing that it would do no good. “babe,” he whines, lips so close that he could bite your earlobe.
“don’t shove me off. i haven’t gotten you to myself in days. i’m dying here.”
you feel enjin’s arms slowly wrap around your midsection, pressing himself against your body as his head dips to the crook of your neck.
you turn your head to be met with his spiky, golden hair ticking your cheek. you thank whatever’s watching the ground that he’s not watching the way your eyes betray your “stubborn” facade with every second that passes by.
“what’s the matter, ‘en?” you ask.
“… need you.” he grumbles into your neck, the vibrations sending chills down your spine. his hands begin to slide to rest on top of your stomach, pressing lightly before moving to your hips.
he responds with a muffled noise that sounds awfully like a moan. “i need you, baby, please.”
and then you feel his bulge pressing against your lower back.
but you couldn’t deny how much you needed him— your fingers weren’t enough to satisfy yourself at this point.
you slowly turn around in his arms, grabbing his face and leaning in to press your lips against his. the gentleness doesn’t last long once enjin returns the kiss.
the next minute is a blur while he gently leads you towards his room, his lips never leaving yours. his tongue grazes your bottom lip, a silent request for entrance into your mouth. you oblige with a breathy gasp, his tongue wrestling with yours.
he fumbles with the door’s hinge before swinging it open, backing you inside and kicking it closed behind him with his foot. he gently places you on the bed, one hand working up to your breast, kneading it slowly.
you can break the kiss, breathing ragged and uneven. “enjin.”
he’s quick to shush you, hands reaching to tug the waistband of your pants. “shh, sweetheart. i got you.”
his hands make quick work of your bottoms, revealing your soaked panties, which elicit a chuckle from him. “looks like someone couldn’t wait either.”
“shut up,” you hiss, tone void of any malice— just embarrassment. “you’re so—“ you’re cut off by a gasp when two of his warm fingers drag down the cotton of your underwear, a teasing gesture.
“so wet.” enjin hums. “i love seeing you like this.” he pulls them aside, teasing your folds with a tantalizing slow gesture. the feeling makes you throw your head back, your chest heaving with anticipation.
“i like how you act as if you haven’t been giving this a second thought, but you’ve missed the way i make you feel, huh?” he teases, sliding one finger into your sopping cunt.
“how i get you babbling two minutes in?” another finger. he grins as he watches the way your lashes flutter.
“mm, yes, ‘en, please!” you cry out, arching off of the bed into his touch. the pace of his fingers quicken inside you, curling and hitting that sweet spot that he seems to hit so effortlessly.
“there you go,” enjin coos, his other hand reaching up to push away a few strands of hair that cling to your face. “you can’t imagine the amount of times i’ve thought of fucking you over and over until all you remembered was my name.”
you barely hear him over your own breathing, the addicting heat spreading through your body and coiling into a familiar knot in your lower stomach.
“so tight,” he says, voice hushed with something that sounds like awe.
“ffuck, ‘en—enjin, s’good.” you cry, your gummy walls fluttering around his thick fingers inside of you. but as soon as you feel your orgasm teetering at the edge, he pulls them out, in which you whine in return.
“‘en, please, don’t be a tease.”
“don’t you worry, baby. i’ll give you what you want.” he chuckles. you can hear the faint sound of his zipper being pulled down, and when you look down, his shirt was tossed off and his cock is sprung free, already dripping with pre from the tip and down his shaft.
he strokes himself a few times before lining up with your entrance, and grabbing one of your legs and tossing it over his shoulder.
“look at me. you can take it.” enjin hums.
you do, albeit slowly. his free hand finds purchase on your waist, and his golden eyes appear to glow in the dim light. he slowly slides into you, gaining a gasp from you both. he allows you to adjust for a moment before moving.
“fuck, you feel so good. i almost forgot what you felt like.” his head dips slightly, picking up his pace while you attempt to keep your eyes from rolling back.
but he’s so big and filling you so good, it’s basically futile. you can’t seem to stop moaning his name over and over, and you’ve stopped trying to be quiet long ago.
“it— hasn’t even been that long,” you mewl.
“sweetheart, i could get hard just hearing your name if i wanted.”
his hips snap against yours, in a rhythm that’s practically sinful as the scent of sex fills the room. he hisses a string of curses underneath his breath that come in drawn-out breaths.
your walls clamp down around his shaft, trapping him inside of your warmth. he groans lightly at the feeling.
“you’re doing so good f’me, doll, juuust like that, yeah.”
you’re mewling at this point, dumbfucked as your hands find a way to his chiseled chest, mapping the red and black tattoos that adorn his skin. you can feel your orgasm building up again, and by the way enjin’s starting to twitch inside you, you can tell he’s close too.
“you’re gorgeous like this. fucking perfect.” enjin’s velvet voice praises, his hand moving from your waist to your stomach, placing his hand where he can feel himself moving inside you.
“‘en—jin.. mmh, yes, i’m so—“ you choke on your words, throwing your head back. he grunts in response, his hips snapping harder against yours, his tip hitting your cervix with relentlessness.
“y’gonna cum? c’mon, pretty girl, make a mess for me.” enjin pants, droplets of his sweat dropping onto your stomach and chest.
your orgasm follows as a lewd cry falls from your lips, your walls fluttering around him in a way that breaks his pace. “damn,” he chokes, the sound almost guttural as he slams a few more times into you.
his orgasm follows yours not long after, hot ropes filling you before he slowly pulls out, watching his juices mixed with yours slowly drip out of you with a tight jaw. you’re still struggling to catch your breath when he gently flips you onto your back.
“hey—“ you gasp, your eyes widening.
“i’m not done yet with you. i’ve still got a lot more to let loose, angel.” he grins.