when you receive a one wish willow as a gag gift for your birthday, you didn't expect it would make your wish come true--That your best friend would be deeply, and madly in love with you.
pairing : satoru gojo x reader
wc 1.1k
Wafts of frosting mingled with the lingering scent of alcohol. Stray pieces of rainbow confetti were scattered around the surfaces of your apartment. It would have been much worse if Shoko and Suguru hadn't helped you clean until they passed out on the couch and floor, respectively.
"A small gathering at yours" was actually a "medium birthday party that your neighbors will probably complain about tomorrow." You weren't one for parties or birthdays, but your friends were. At your best and worst they were there for you. When you said you didn't want anything for your birthday, that just wouldn't do.
A chill from your open window made you reach for your comforter. You pulled and it didn't budge, as a man with a stature so grand he had to lean under some doorways, was hogging it all.
The tips of his white hair brushed against his wispy eyelashes that twitched lightly against his cheeks. Soft breaths came through his pink parted lips. You brushed your thumb over his plush bottom lip. He stirred briefly, making you pull back before he woke up and asked what the hell you were doing.
You sucked in a deep breath before letting out an even deeper sigh. He was your friend. Best friend. You were reminded of it every time you met.
It would never be anything more.
The curtains picked up in quick twirls as rushes of wind twisted them. The bedside lamp flickered off as it clattered onto the floor, the cord knocking some items down with it. Pale white light barely illuminated the room. You darted towards the window and closed it before it got worse.
You glanced over your shoulder to make sure Satoru was still sleeping.
Who were you kidding, he could sleep through a hurricane. You both were designated sleeping partners, just like your other two friend that were snoring a few feet away. Sleeping in the same room, sometimes the same bed, only made your little crush worse.
You picked up the items that fell and tossed them back on your nightstand. A small box makes you pause. You kneel lower, close to the ground like it was some secret loot.
"One Wish Willow." The bold red font jumped out like in technicolor compared to the rest of the weathered carton. It was a gag gift your friends gave you since you couldn't come up with a present appropriate enough to ask of them.
"Now you can get whatever you want," Suguru said when he handed it to you.
"What more could she want?" Satoru slapped an arm around your shoulders. "She's got me in her life."
Hot heat flushed your face more. Even the low lighting couldn't hide the brief smirk appearing on your lips.
You rolled your eyes. Typical. Getting caught up in one of his meaningless one-liners. Being friends since college meant that your rightful place was in the friend-zone. If nothing happened all those drunken nights, nothing could happen now.
Your hands were slick with sweat just remembering the weight of his arm around you. Feeling him close to you in your bed. His weary little "goodnight" before he slipped into sleep next to you.
You turned the box over. "You get only one wish."
Fuck it.
You slipped off the cardboard cover. A slip of paper and a tiny matchstick of wood sat inside. The directions stated to make your wish then snap the stick. Simple enough.
It didn't take long for you to think of your wish. You peered over the side of the bed. Satoru was deep asleep. You ducked and took the delicate Willow between both thumbs and forefingers. Your words barely above a whisper.
"I wish Satoru Gojo was deeply in love with me."
There was no time to cringe at your pathetic wish when you broke the stick. The dainty crack of splintered wood echoed off the walls. Heavy gusts of wind still rapped at your window.
"Stupid," You quickly tossed the evidence in your nightstand's bottom drawer.
You're almost breathless when you stand up.
Satoru's eyes were open. Staring right at you. They looked feline-like, the moonlight giving the icy blue irises a bright glare.
"Jesus, you're awake?" You clutched the collar of your loose tee. Did he hear any of that?
"Of course," He flipped the covers over and patted the empty spot next to him. "I can't sleep without my favorite girl here."
Was he teasing you? Shit, he really heard it didn't heā
"Come onnn," He sat up and leaned against the headboard. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No, of course not."
You sat next to him, finally underneath the warmth of the comforter.
"Then why are you all the way over there?"
Satoru wrapped his arm around your shoulder again. It's different than at the party. His hold was tighter, more intense as he scoots towards you. You couldn't move even if you wanted to. His other hand strokes your cheek softly before you caught the hint and rested your head against his chest. He hummed in content.
"Did you have a good birthday, baby?" His fingers brushed from your hair to the nape of your neck.
"Yeah," You tried your best to ignore the pet name. "Even if the party was held against my will."
"We know what's best for you. Would you rather we just let you bed rot and watch some lame reality show like usual?"
"First of all, Love Island isn't lame. But of course not. You guys are my best friends."
His cold fingers stopped their mindless dance on your neck. His hand slipped to your shoulder. Satoru's grasp was... Firm.
"Best friends?" He repeated.
"Are you not?"
"We're more than thatā¦"
You looked to Satoru. The calm from his slumber was gone from his tone. His eyebrows low.
"Satoruā" You sat up straight. His grip tightened as if you were preparing to leave.
"You know we are. For years, you didn't think anything else of me? Is this just a friendship to you?"
The pain in his voice made you crumble. You weren't imagining it all this time? He must have been afraid that admitting his feelings would have ruined the friendship too.
Unlessā¦
You looked towards your nightstand. The bottom drawer slightly ajar.
"Tell me,"
You whipped your attention back to him. His breathing was irregular, as if he had ran a mile.
"Tell me you love me back."
Just as quickly as you snapped the Willow, you answered him.
"I love you."
Satoru's eyes lowered, finally at peace. His arm, still wrapped around your shoulders, guided you closer to him.
His heartbeat slowed until he fell asleep.
A sudden strike of thunder made you jump. Pellets of rain slapped the window. Your brain roared with thoughts louder than the wind outside.
satoru vied for your attention on campus. how far would he go to get it?
content: yandere!nerdgojo, college!au, stalking, brief mention of blood, minor violence, explicit sexual content, mdni
Nerdjo who knew, as soon as he laid his eyes on you that there would be no one else heād ever need in life.
You walk around campus with your head high, shirts tight around your bouncing breasts, hips swinging in a tight skirt with a beaming smile. He sits in the cafe you always walk past every Wednesday at exactly 8:25 am on the way to your Stats class. You donāt like math, youāre very bad at it. He knows this because he hears you tell your friends this as you reach the door. He hears that youāll need a tutor or youāll fail. Thatās the last thing he hears before the solid double doors slam in his face behind you.Ā
No one ever notices him. Not even you. Not yet.
Nerdjowho sees your post about needing a tutor on your Instagram story.
He wastes no time looking at all of your DMs from losers around campus who think they actually have a shot with you. However, you were silly enough to use the same password for everything.Ā
You poor thing. So forgetful.Ā
Nerdjo who canāt help the sudden rage pulsing through his veins when he sees you actually responded to this vile asshole from the football team. This wasnāt an isolated incident. He had been talking to you for weeks, pathetically trying to meet you. You give in this time. You two flirt back and forth before you take him up on his offer. Tomorrow. 7 pm. At the back of the library.
Nerdjo who joins your little study session to make sure youāre okay. And thank heavens he did. This soggy jock-strap doesnāt even know that the standard deviation in number seven is 6.58. Satoru was kind enough to buy the same book you had just in case he needed to step in.
After seeing how this creepās eyes lingered on your exposed legs in that dainty delicate skirt you bought a few months ago, he needed to step in soon.
Nerdjo who is tired of pumping his fist to pictures that lie deep in a āsecretā folder on your phone. His new favorite is one you sent to your girl friends before you got ready for tonightās party. Fresh out of the shower barely covered in a towel that didnāt wrap all the way around. That provocative side angle of skin from your stomach to your upper thigh just glowing for him. He imagined his tongue sliding over those crystal drops that were stuck to your skin. For now, the metallic taste of his phone screen would do as he tugs at his length a few more times before finishing into his fist.
Nerdjo who called his brother, Universityās beloved frat president Satoshi Gojo, for one little favor.
āTwinnnn,ā Satoshiās coy tone sings on the other line. āWhere have you been?ā
āI need a favor.ā Satoru grits through his teeth on the other side of the library. He never takes his eyes off of his precious girl.
āThatās a first. āSup? Make it quick I gotta haze some fuckers soon.āĀ
āAre you having a party this weekend?ā
āUhhh, does 2+2=5? Obviously.ā
āIāll be there. And I need you to make sure someone is invited.ā
Nerdjo who had never been to one of these riotous parties his brother and his fraternity brothers often hold. Before tonight. He knows, without a doubt, youāll be here.
And speak of the angel, there you are. You wear black crop top that ends right above your navel. Down that hourglass waist is a denim skirt hugging those wide hips Satoru couldnāt wait to get his sweaty palms on.
You and your friends are greeted by his brother who thanks you for showing up to his humble abode, a 50,000 square foot mansion resembling a Victorian mansion. He slips you a wink as they go deeper into the party, disappearing among the hundreds of inebriated partygoers.
A roar of cheers erupts and Satoru looks at the source of the commotion. Him. The tutor who tried to get handsy with you a few days ago. You didnāt fall victim to his juvenile trick of resting his hand on your thigh and trying to inch it up. You shrugged him off. Just like the good girl Satoru knows you are.
A few minutes later, the Vice President waltzes into the foyer. The crowd parts as Geto takes the new guest to the backyard for āthe top-shelf whiskeyā they have for special occasions.
Nerdjo who finds it easier than expected to take down this douche even though he was a lot thinner with fewer muscles. Granted, Geto did encourage him to keep drinking. āDonāt be a pussy. Youāre in our house.ā
Nerdjo who is crouching beside the pool. His long fingers are tangled in the jockās hair as he dunks his head into the chlorinated water of the pool over and over again. He has to think of you to stop himself from committing a felony. Then heād be away from you forever. And he canāt have that.
āStay away from her,ā Satoru sneers through clenched teeth.
The choking jock barely makes out, āWho are you talking about?ā before his head is smashed into the blue water.
āYou arenāt her tutor. You arenāt texting her again. Itās me.ā Satoru has a death grip, nails clawing into his victimās scalp. āUnderstand?ā
A pitiful āYesā is muttered over the sloshing pool and faint bass of the music from the frat house.
āGood.ā Satoru ignores the manās cries as he slams the jockās jaw into the harsh granite beside the pool. āOops. Missed.ā
Nerdjo who isnāt surprised when his brother and the vice president show up to grab the wounded mess of a man on the ground.
āSheesh, do I wanna know what he did?ā Satoshi stumbles over the jockās feet dragging beside him.
āWe donāt ask questions,ā Geto peers over at the other brother, wiping his hands off on a nearby towel. āWe just get our essays done for the next month.ā
Satoshi cackles as they toss the jock in the shed and lock it with a faint click. āHell yeah. Now go get your girl, bro.ā
Nerdjo who opens the door to the private office that only his brother and Geto have access to. He swears he could come right there in his pants at the pretty present waiting for him on the walnut executive desk that sits in the far corner of the room. Illuminated only by the warm glow of the desk lamp and the moonlight is none other than you.
You sit there with those plump thighs crossed one over the other. He follows the smooth skin of your legs upwards, that skirt riding up until he swears he can see a faint shadow of your panties. Your chest raises and lowers with a soft sigh as you twirl the ends of your hair in your fingers. Satoruās eyes finally fall on yours. You were looking right at him.
For the first time ever, you noticed Satoru Gojo.
āYour brother told me he had someone reeeeall interesting for me to meet.ā You slide off of the desk to close the gap between you two. Each slow step of yours mimics the thumping of his heart. āSaid heās not as cute as he is, though.ā
āItās true,ā Satoruās index finger nudges up his glasses that start to fog.
āI dunno,ā You slip the glasses back down the slant of his nose to peer into those cerulean eyes. āI think youāre pretty cute.ā
Before Satoru can think of something remotely cool to say, you smack your lips against his parted ones. His wide eyes lower when he realizes heās finally tasting you. He runs his tongue over the taste of tequila and pomegranate chapstick on your bottom lip. You grab his hands, wet and clammy, before resting them on your hips.
Nerdjo who finally takes the lead and lifts you like you weigh nothing. You gasp into his mouth as he plops you back down on the top of the desk. Your legs open easily for him, just like he knew they would. He has to thank you for waiting for him so patiently. Satoru is on his knees in front of your damp panties, licking a thick stripe up your pussy. He knew you would taste as sweet as look.
Nerdjo who has you bent over the desk. A whining, panting mess thatās clawing at papers and pens. Your vision blurs from tears of pain and pleasure as Satoru grips the fat of your ass with force youāve never felt before. Satoru glances at the window behind the desk that overlooks the pool, now swarming with half-naked partiers. The blood is all gone from the slick concrete, barely illuminated by the pool lights.
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boxer!toji who comes back to his penthouse with thick drops of sweat racing down his body. Muscles sore from strenuous jabs and skin littered with unsightly bruises. The scalding hot water soothes the aches only for a minute, until he reluctantly switches to cold water. Yaga would have his head if he didn't listen to his advice on how to reduce his injuries.
He remembers he has your number, the pretty little bartender from a some nights ago who finally gave into Toji's more-than generous tip. 11:15 p.m. You should be up, right?
Wrong. He flings his phone to the edge of the bed in annoyance. He wakes up expecting a text, call, something. When looking at his usual timeline, you would have been wined, dined, and sixty-nined just a few hours after you met then kicked to the curb like every other fangirl.
Call it desperation, because Toji decides to see you the night before his big match. He's out of his place in record time, donning gray sweats and a thick sweatshirt. He pulls a cap on as if that's enough for anyone to not recognize his hulking figure. The bar isn't as lively as it was, and he's thankful. Now you can give him your undivided attention.
Toji sits directly in the middle of the bar. He pretends to look at the menu until you notice him.
"Not much on that menu worth a second glance," A melodic voice resounds over the loud music from the speakers. "Let me fix you up something from the top shelf, sweetie."
boxer!toji whose eyes meet your cleavage before meeting your eyes. You sport a vintage black tee ripped into a v-neck to show off your tits sitting prettily. The cropped tee hugs your waist right at your pierced navel. A tight leather mini skirt hugs your full and fleshy hips.
"Oh. It's you again." You whip around to the wall of bottles and grab a top-shelf whiskey.
boxer!toji who can't help the slick smile that parts his lips when you slide him the same drink he had the first time you two met. Of course you remembered his order.
"Don't get too excited, sweets," Toji sips from his glass. "Tryin' to keep a low profile here."
boxer!toji who pitches a tent just from the way you roll your eyes at him. Ever flick of your moisturized locks over your shoulder to the sway of your hips as you walk to other customers. He isn't even jealous as your fingertips delicately swipe over the arms of guys who fist cash across the bar for whatever you're selling.
"Oh shit! It's him!" Some random patron shouts from the pool table.
He gives a huff disguised as a chuckle before moving to take off his hat. Before he can give his best, "Alright, who wants first autograph?" the crowd rushes to the door. He follows the swarm and his face flushes with heat.
As if the bar couldn't look any smaller, Ryomen Sukuna's presence alone dominates the space.
Spiked hair dyed in a flashy pink was unavoidable in the crowd. His canines are capped in a expensive platinum grills that glint with each flash of the phone cameras. Jet black tattoos peek from under the collar of his sweatshirt and up his tree-trunk forearms. Stoic bodyguards remain at the door, as if they're aware they aren't needed should something unpleasant happen.
Sukuna is a human tank. Well, human is debatable. His viciousness in the ring causes opponents to leave in an ambulance.
Toji would find out in about 20 hours if his blood would be next to spatter across the white mat.
To Toji's dismay, Sukuna makes his way to the bar after satisfying every fans' need for attention.
"Shots on me tonight, baby girl." Sukuna slaps a metal card down. You take it slowly, fingers lingering over his warm hand.
"Anything for the King of the Ring." You wink and type in the order.
"Get this dick a fresh drink, too." Sukuna juts a thumb to Toji in the next stool over. "Let's chat a bit, Fushiguro."
olderbf!nanami who never rushes you, no matter how impatient you get. youāre standing in front of your closet, frustrated, pulling out dresses and tossing them onto the bed.
"i have nothing to wear," you groan. heās sitting in the armchair by the window, his tie already loosened, watching you with that calm, steady gaze.
"we have forty-five minutes," he says, his voice low and even. "take your time."
you huff, turning to face him. "youāre always so patient. itās annoying."
he smiles, small and fond. "iāve waited forty years to find you. i can wait forty-five minutes for you to pick a dress."
olderbf!nanami who always makes sure you eat before you leave the house. youāre running late, your heels clicking on the kitchen floor as you grab your purse.
"weāre going to be late," you say, already halfway to the door.
he steps in front of you, a plate in his handātoast with avocado, a soft-boiled egg, sliced fruit arranged neatly. "eat first."
you stare at him. "nanami, we donāt have timeā"
"we have time," he interrupts gently, setting the plate on the counter. "youāre not leaving this house on an empty stomach. sit."
you sit. you always do. because when he looks at you like thatālike taking care of you is the most important thing in the worldāyou canāt say no.
olderbf!nanami who never raises his voice, even when youāre being difficult. youāre arguing about something stupidāwhere to go for dinner, maybe, or whether you should cancel plans to stay ināand your voice is getting louder, your hands gesturing wildly.
he just stands there, hands in his pockets, watching you. "youāre not even listening!" you snap.
"i am," he says quietly. "iām listening to every word. and when youāre done, weāll talk about it calmly. like adults."
you deflate, your anger fizzling out. "youāre too kind to me," you mutter.
he steps forward, his hands finding your waist. "youāre worth the kindness."
olderbf!nanami who takes his time undressing you, like every layer is a gift heās unwrapping. youāre in his bedroom, the lights dimmed, and youāre already reaching for his belt, impatient, wanting him now.
"slow down," he murmurs, catching your hands. "we have all night."
you pout. "i donāt want to wait."
he leans down, his lips brushing your ear. "i know, baby. i know. but iām going to make you wait. because the longer i take, the better itāll feel when i finally touch you." he undresses you slowly, his fingers working each button, each zipper, until youāre standing in front of him in nothing but your underwear. he steps back, his eyes raking over you. "beautiful," he says. "now lay down."
olderbf!nanami who eats you out like itās a meditation, like he could spend hours between your thighs and never get bored. youāre on your back, your legs over his shoulders, and heās taking his time, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes.
"n-nanamiāpleaseā" you gasp, your hands fisting the sheets. he looks up at you, his mouth glistening.
"patience," he says, his voice calm even as he slides two fingers inside you. "iām going to make you cum. but iām going to do it my way." he curls his fingers, finding that spot that makes your vision blur, his tongue circling your clit with agonizing precision.
youāre moaning, your hips rolling, but he holds you down with one hand on your stomach. "stay still," he orders gently. "let me take care of you."
olderbf!nanami who fucks you slow and deep, his hips rolling in a rhythm that has you seeing stars. youāre on your stomach, your face pressed into the pillow, and heās behind you, his chest pressed to your back, his cock buried so deep you can barely breathe.
"nanamiāh-harder!!ā" you beg, trying to push back against him. he stills, his hand sliding up your spine to grip the back of your neck.
"no," he says, his voice firm but kind. "you take what i give you." he starts moving again, each thrust deliberate, each roll of his hips dragging against your walls in a way that makes you sob. "you feel that?" he murmurs against your ear. "thatās me. all of me. and youāre going to take every inch, just like this. until you canāt think about anything but how full you are."
olderbf!nanami who makes you ask for what you want, his voice low and commanding. youāre straddling him, his cock inside you, but heās not moving.
heās just watching you, his hands on your hips, his thumbs stroking your skin.
"p-please, i.... i can'tā" you whimper, trying to roll your hips. he holds you still.
"use your words," he says. "tell me what you want."
"i-i want you to move," you gasp. "i want you to fuck me."
he smiles, small and satisfied. "good girl. now ask nicely."
you bite your lip, your face burning.
"please fuck me, nanami. please."
he rewards you with a slow thrust upward, his cock hitting that spot inside you that makes you moan. "thatās it," he praises. "that's my girl."
olderbf!nanami who holds you after, his arms wrapped around you like heās afraid youāll slip away. youāre lying on his chest, your body still trembling, your mind fuzzy with pleasure.
heās stroking your hair, his lips pressed to the top of your head. "you did so well," he murmurs. "so beautiful. so perfect." you nuzzle closer, your eyes already drifting shut.
"youāre too good to me," you whisper. he kisses your forehead.
"no such thing. you deserve everything. and iām going to give it to you for as long as youāll let me."
olderbf!nanami who wakes you up in the morning with his mouth between your legs, because heās not done taking care of you yet. youāre half-asleep, your body warm and heavy, when you feel his hands on your thighs, spreading you open.
"nanamiā" you start, but then his tongue is on you, and youāre gasping, your hands flying to his hair. he looks up at you, his eyes dark.
"good morning," he says, his voice rough with sleep. "lay back. let me love you." and you do. because when nanami wants to be patient, you let him. every single time.
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behind our exit doors lie your desired relationship. choose a path, meet your lover, and start your journey. At the moment, all exits include content that is 18+ ...mdni. Mature content is labeled accordingly. Thank you for your understanding~
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exit one - jujutsu kaisen
nanami kento
ā” A For Effort - single father!nanami x teacher!reader š
(part II) š„
ā” To B Honest - bestfriend!nanami x readerš
choso kamo
ā” For a Good Time, Call... - lucky caller!choso x phone sex operator! reader
(part II)š„
hiromi higuruma
ā” the summoning - (lawyer higuruma x cursed spirit!reader)š„
satoru gojo
ā” Poolside - Yandere Nerdjoš„
ā” Do What I Say - Fratjo & Fratgeto x readerš„
toji fushiguro
ā” coconut - nerd!toji x readerš
ā” one shot - boxer!toji (pt. II)š
ā” private show - prisoner!toji x readerš„
general
ā” The Comeback - boyband!jjk x girlgroup!readerš„
exit two - gachiakuta
enjin
ā” sweet sucker - tattoo artist! reader x enjinš„
ā” down south - bounty hunter!enjin x readerš
ā” wanna hit? - plug!enjin x readerš
ā” adrenaline - f1!enjin x press!readerš
ā” butterflies - dollfestival arc enjin x cleaner!readerš
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his prices? bordering on exorbitant, but everyone was paying for discretion and quality. just two out of many things the tall blond excels at. enjin isn't like a stereotypical plug: some dude with shaggy hair who looks like he smells weird or some dick who shorts you on a gram. enjin is known for attending all the parties while maintaining a decent GPA. he helps freshmen find their classes after forcing them to listen to one of his bad jokes.
simply saying everyone loves him is a gross understatement. not only is everyone on campus scrambling every weekend to get his best stock, they crave his attention. men want him around for a good laugh exacerbated by the smoke hitting their lungs and circling the room. women want him around for a good flirt and maybe even a wink with a flash of his pearly whites.
every friday night at 12 am? he's got a like 10 other people hitting his line but he responds to you first.
you: need some gas tonight before the frat party pretty pls <3
enjin: i was waiting for you to text
you: soooo ur on the way?
enjin: knock knock princess
just one joint has your head floating in the strange clouds. muscles relaxing with ease, all the stress from the week seeping from your skin that's warming at a quick rate. the roughness of his jeans tickling your bare thighs sticking out from under your mini skirt. he rants about somethingā¦ you really can't pin down the topic with how his normally low voice raises a pitch in excitement. enjin speaks at a mile a minute and your brain is running on vibes and fumes.
"āAnd then I told him, 'no way a T-Rex would win against a Sabre Tooth Tiger.' "
"Wow," Is all you can rasp out. mouth dry as hell.
"You're such a good listener." enjin's hazel eyes roll as he leans over the table and starts rolling another one. that perks you up.
"Don't you have customers to take care of?"
"I'm with my number one customer now." There's that wink. normally it doesn't do much, having been friends with enjin since you two first met at a friend's party. maybe it's the way his sleeves are rolled up. you stare at the swirling black clouds inked on his skin, similar to the ones you were exhaling out just a minute ago.
"But you're right. Business calls." Enjin stands, his jeans a bit low on his waist. there's more red and black swirls that keep your dry eyes fixated on him. he stops when you don't respond.
"Yo, you always get like this." A large hand brushes a stray braid swaying in front of your face. you follow his fingers, head tilting as you rest your hand in his cool palm. "You want me to get you some water?"
"Why don't you stay for a few minutes more?" You can't help but rub your thighs together at the insinuation of your words. a rasp in your voice deepening not just from the harsh plants you ingested.
enjin knows this song and dance. your glossy eyes gave it away every time. if it wasn't that, it was you never giving him personal space. or always asking him to come over at few very specific times when your roommate wouldn't be home. you were needy. but deep down he loves it. you tell him what you want, and you know he won't resist you. not when you always look so sweet.
"I might need more than a few minutes with you."
one thing about enjin, he knows what he wants. the best weed. some good music. and two thighs wrapped around him.
šš·š³š²š· ā your completely (un)serious boyfriend
every single time you bend down in front of him he smacks your ass like itās a reflex. like a doctor hitting your knee with that little hammer. he genuinely doesnāt even realize heās doing it anymore.
when you take off your shirt he hollers, āBOOBIES!ā loud enough for half of the cleaner hq to hear. rudo once dropped a wrench because of it.
he got a pic of you in his pocket where you sleep with your mouth wide open, double chin included. he proudly shows it EVERYONE.
calls you baby in increasingly stupid variations. sugarbaby. babycakes. babygirl. babybel cheese. babesaurus rex.
absolutely the type to fake dramatic injuries for attention. āaughhhā¦ my heartā¦ā ā āwhat happened?ā ā āyou looked too pretty.ā
if you ignore him for more than ten minutes he starts escalating. first itās whining. then poking. then laying on top of you like a weighted blanket. āhello? hello? customer service? my girlfriend stopped loving me.ā
he cannot flirt normally. ever. he points at you and goes, āthat oneās mine btw,ā like he found a cool rock.
one time he tried to kiss you smoothly and accidentally headbutted you hard enough to make both of you see stars.
obsessed with making you laugh. if you laugh so hard you snort, he acts like he just won the lottery.
if youāre cooking he WILL appear behind you and steal food straight from the pan while acting offended when you hit his hand away. āwow. abuse. in my own home.ā
absolutely the kind of boyfriend who starts fake beef with inanimate objects for hurting you.āthis table got one more time to hit my girl before i square up.ā
loves putting his cold hands on your skin just to hear you shriek.
kisses you mid-sentence. not romantically either. fully to shut you up because he thinks itās funny.
every time you wear something slightly revealing he malfunctions, in a āwalking into walls because heās staringā way.
would 100% yell āTHATāS MY WIFE!ā over the smallest accomplishments. you parallel parked successfully? THATāS MY WIFE!!!!
he treats your bra like a deadly ancient artifact whenever you ask him to unclasp it. āokay wait. hold on. i almost got it. whyās this built like a fucking escape room?ā
once tried to carry you bridal style to be romantic. immediately dropped you both onto the couch because he tripped over absolutely nothing. another time he knocked you out on the doorframe.
if youāre shorter than him he rests his chin on your head constantly. if youāre taller than him he still tries. the posture is horrendous.
shamelessly fishes for compliments. ābabe do i look sexy today?ā ā āyouāre wearing one sock and my shirt?ā ā āanswer the question.ā
he sees you naked and suddenly turns into the loudest man alive. āWOOOOOOO!!!!ā then rips his shirt off like in the werewolf meme.
genuinely thinks couple arguments can be solved with snacks and cuddles. āokay but what if we held hands and got noodles instead?ā
enjin won't let his favorite cleaner escape his sight that easily
a/n: no spoilers, but takes place in the doll festival arc. pure fluff.
The October air whistled through the throngs of fully costumed people swarming the cobblestone streets.
"Yo, the party's this way! Keep up, would ya?" Enjin puts his palm on your back, making sure you keep up with him.
The lack of chokers provided little relief from your leader's irritating voice.
"I seem to be the only one that remembers our missionā"
You're cut off by your own screech as a masked man flails his pale arms in your face. Had Enjin not held you by your right wrist, you would have cracked the man's face in half.
"IT'S THE DOLL FEST-I-VAAALLLLLL!" August gets so close you can make out his excited eyes behind his sunglasses. "I DIDN'T MAKE ALL THESE FITS SO YOU COULD JUST WORK IN 'EM! GET YOUR GROOVE ON!"
You open your mouth to argue when you promptly shut it just as fast. Having a simple conversation with the Cleaners' wardrobe designer is about as easy as it is to get Enjin to not piss you off.
Your shoulders slump in defeat. There's no chance anyone will stop shopping or gawking at the displays of magic around them. Enjin's stupid grin widens, small dimples indenting the smooth skin of his cheeks.
"You heard the man," Enjin drags you to the next stall. "Let's get our groove on."
Rudo, Riyo, and Zanka follow behind like baby ducks trying to not lose their parents.
After hours of partying and spending a 1,450 Galla (not that you were counting every bill flying out of Enjin's wallet) you're slumped against a brick building on the outskirts of the festival. You all agreed to stay together since you took your chokers off, making communication difficult, but you couldn't help but vanish in the crowd. You're tired of the team not listening to simple commands. No wonder Semiu hasn't cracked a smile in days.
The click of a camera shutter makes you whip your head over your shoulder.
"Now that's hot. Lemme take one moreā" Click.
Enjin holds the second polaroid between his index and thumb. He shakes it wildly, stopping every few seconds to see if they've developed.
"If that clerk ripped me off I'll kill himā¦"
You step closer and take the first polaroid from his fingers. "Shaking it doesn't do anything. Just be patient."
"Look who's talkin'," Enjin looks up from the dark picture. "You haven't stopped yelling at us since we got out the Jeep."
"I don't have time to mess aroundā"
"But you do. What's the rush for? We always get the job done."
"Not without a few casualties."
Enjin's shoulders slump more, the warm lights from the street post illuminate from behind him. You wish you could take the words back when his low eyes meet yours. There was no smirk or deep huff of laughter. Just his shoulders rising slowly under his trench coat.
Loss. Grief. Pain. Enjin hasn't forgotten a single memory of hurt he's endured.
"I'm sorryā¦" You stare at the broken concrete under your boots. Another pair step closer, toe to toe now.
"You're too pretty to be frownin' like that." A cold finger lifts your chin. The tip of his nose is brushes yours as he tilts his head. His honey eyes linger on your lips. You let your eyes close and he accepts that as an invitation.
A warmth you hadn't felt all night blooms from your connected lips and spreads from your chest to the depths of your stomach. His tongue presses against your lips. You part them without hesitation, tongues sliding against each other before connecting your wet lips again. Enjin is the first to pull away.
"Looks like it's done." He walks past you to the nearest lamp post and hooks his arm with yours, gripping the camera tight. He holds the polaroid up to the light with his other hand. You stop beside him, holding up the second picture.
"I don't likeā"
Enjin cuts you off before you can insult yourself. "I love it. August needs a raise for putting you those tights."
"You guys are getting paid?"
"How about another one for the road?" Enjin backs away to take another picture.
You snatch the camera before he presses the delicate button. He leans against the wall, crossing his arms and looking to the side to make the picture seem candid.
That just isn't fair.
You close one eye and press your cheek to the cold metal camera to look through the lens.
"You know, Enjin, you're pretty shit at kissing."
"What the hell are youā" Click.
Enjin lunges forward. He's too slow as you take the polaroid from the camera and step backwards. You step back a little too fast and your shoe catches on loose gravel. Enjin wastes no time wrapping an arm around you and grabbing the camera before it tumbles to the ground.
"I saved your life," Enjin holds you closer to his chest as if you can't catch your footing. "You wanna take back that lie?"
"You could do with some more practice." You slip your arms around his waist, relishing in the warmth of having him so close. Your palms get slick with sweat but you grip his picture so the wind wont take it away.
its super easy to overthink writing but u gotta just go for it! there will always be someone who enjoys it and its the best feeling to put something you made out there š
