i died for a while but I come bearing Twisted Wonderland OCs (I've watched the anime and played the game I'm up to book 6 now within a month) feel free to ask questions
【Synopsis: In which Leona gets a taste of his own medicine】
【Featuring: Leona Kingscholar】
【Tags: NSFW, 18+, MDNI, male reader (reader has a ding-dong), anal fingering, anal penetration, backshots/doggy, protected sex, teasing, dirty talk (?), kinda brat taming (?), hair pulling, Leona arches his back like crazy, uhhhh I think that’s it, please let me know if I forgot any tags】
【Word count: 1.9k】
【a/n: hiii everyone! This was requested privately by a friend who didn’t want to be named (they know who they are lol) so that’s why you’re not seeing an ask attached to this fic! I have to once again clarify that I’m not the best at writing smut, so please don’t flame me if this is bad lol (I’m trying my best)! Anyway, I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you all enjoy! <333333】
Leona isn't used to this.
Typically, he's the one holding the reins in the bedroom and, to be honest, he likes it that way. It's always been a sort of unspoken agreement between you and your boyfriend; you relinquish control to him, and he fucks you good in return — simple as that.
Well, it was until you came around with a glimmer in your eyes and a smirk on your lips — both of which Leona knew damn well meant nothing good.
Now Leona's here with his face in his pillows and his ass in the air.
He has no idea how you managed to talk him into bottoming, but it's a bit too late to back out now — not that he even wants to, that is. In fact, Leona is rather… excited to be the one taking it this time. He's far too prideful to admit that aloud, though.
Your every touch leaves a trail of fire in its wake, leaving Leona's skin burning and aching for more. It's dizzying, intoxicating even, but it's not enough. The mere graze of your fingers has him clutching at the sheets and rutting his painfully hard cock against the pillow you put beneath his hips, leaving ass nice and propped up for you to do with as you please. Unfortunately for your poor boyfriend, you're yet to touch his needy hole.
"Can you stop fuckin' around and put it in already?" You can only shoot Leona an utterly exasperated look in response to his petulant remark. A part of you wants to call him out for being so desperate to get fucked, but you choose peace and decide not to point out the twitching of his hips and near frantic swaying of his tail.
"What's the matter, don't like the taste of your own medicine?" The weight of Leona's gaze settles on you as he watches you lather your middle and pointer fingers with lube, his eyes watching every minute movement as you make a deliberate show before closing the lid of the bottle with a soft click.
"You know, I could just flip you over and have my way with you, right? Don't let all that power go to your head and make you forget who's really the one in charge here." His tone lacks its previous heat, but his gaze remains sweltering. Verdant eyes trace the path of the clear gel as it dribbles down your fingers, watching like a predator would its prey.
"Yeah, but you're not going to." You sound so sure of yourself that Leona can't help but scoff and roll his eyes at your audacity. He could very easily take back the power he so graciously handed over to you, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't interested in seeing just how far you'll go with all this.
"Oh yeah? What makes you think that?"
"Because I'm the one in control tonight, and you're going to do exactly as I say." You punctuate your words by finally reaching down to gently prod at his tight hole, circling the rim with your fingers just to tease him for giving you so much grief.
This time, Leona responds with a low groan instead of a smartass remark. You have to bite back a laugh when he tucks his head into the pillows beneath his head and arches back into your hand like a needy cat in heat. You're definitely gonna tease him about this later, but for now, you're gonna have your fun.
"Yeah, that's what I thought. Now be a good kitty for me, alright?"
Leona fixes his lips to clarify that he is not a 'good kitty', only for you to push your middle finger past his tight rim right as he starts to speak. Whatever he was about to say dies on his tongue and devolves into a wanton whimper totally uncharacteristic of your boyfriend. You weren't aware he could make such noises, but now that you've heard it once, you're just dying to hear it again and again and again until it's burned into your memory.
With each thrust and curl of your finger, Leona's sounds and sighs grow increasingly louder. The addition of your pointer finger doesn't make it any better either. In fact, it's enough to pull a rough growl from his lips as he deepens the arch of his back and fucks himself on your digits.
Feeling a bit gracious, you decide to give Leona a bit of extra relief by reaching around to take a hold of his poor, neglected cock. One stroke quickly turns into two, and before he knows it, you're jerking him off while you continue to finger him as you grind your own erection against his thigh like the good little multitasker you are.
"Feels good, doesn't it? Bet you regret not letting me take control like this before now, huh?" Leona doesn't need to turn around and look at you to know you're currently wearing the most smug smirk known to mankind. He won't admit it, but he actually is starting to regret not letting you do this much sooner. Oh well, you live and you learn.
"J-just — aughh, shit — just shut up and fuck me, herbivore."
"Wow, so rude. I could just stop, you know? Leave you high and dry to get yourself off instead. Is that what you want?"
Leona's silence speaks louder than words, and again, you have to bite back a laugh at just how desperate your typically nonchalant and stoic boyfriend currently is. Yeah, you're never gonna let him live this down.
Without any warning, you remove your fingers from Leona's hole, leaving it empty and waiting to be filled. With one hand still working Leona's cock, you reach over to grab a condom, ripping the foil with your teeth before attempting to roll it on single-handedly, which you quickly find out is surprisingly difficult.
"You need some help back there?"
"Shut up."
Leona — who's been surprisingly obedient throughout all this — does just that. He's not about to argue with you when you're this close to finally fucking him properly, so he shuts his mouth and waits for you to finally fill him up like you've been teasing him about this whole time.
"You ready?" The question falls from your lips as you drape yourself across Leona's back, your lips brushing against his ear while the blunt tip of your cock nudges against his awaiting hole. When Leona responds with a low grumble instead of a yes or no, you give his cock a quick squeeze, which is enough to get an actual answer from him.
"Yes, yes, fuck, just quit with all the teasin' and put it in." Your tempted to punish him a bit for being so demanding, but at this point, you're just as eager to get to it as Leona is. So, you do as he asks and put it in.
You pull back to carefully guide your cock in, watching with bated breath as it disappears into Leona inch by inch. His back arches involuntarily the deeper you go, and it's only then — when you're practically balls deep inside of him — that you realize just how… flexible your boyfriend is. Well, you suppose it makes sense; cats are known for their flexibility, which seemingly applies to your lion here too.
Without thinking, you slowly glide your hand up Leona's back before pressing down on the center of his spine. The response is near instant as he once again deepens the arch to the point that he starts to look a bit like a semicircle.
Damn, you definitely should have gotten him to do this a while ago.
The first few thrusts are short and shallow, giving both you and Leona the chance to adjust to these new feelings. He's tight, so much so that every time you pull back it feels like he's sucking you right back in, like he never wants you to leave.
With one hand pressing down on his spine and the other still stroking his cock, you slowly work Leona open. Each thrust hits deeper than the last, stretching him out and filling him up like he's never been before.
"C'mon, you can fuck me better than that, can't you, herbivore? Fuck me like you mean it. I'm not some fragile little kitty, I can handle it." You're not sure how Leona can manage to be so cocky when he's literally got your cock in his ass, but you're not gonna let him talk shit and not face the consequences. So, you press down on his back again, making his back arch as much as it can before giving your lovely boyfriend exactly what he wants.
The rough smack of skin against skin fills the room as your pace grows hard and fast. Leona practically growls as he rocks his hips back in time with your thrusts all while your other hand continues to jerk him off. It's a lot, almost too much, but Leona certainly isn't complaining.
Muffled moans make their way to your ears, and, without thinking, you slide your hand up Leona's back to grab a handful of his hair. You pull at the chestnut curls, not hard enough to hurt him, but just enough to lift his head out of the pillows and give you unfettered access to all the lovely sounds tumbling out of his lips.
"Aww, what happened to all that bravado you had earlier? This is what you wanted, right?"
"Ngh— f-fuck you."
"Hmm, wrong. You're the one getting fucked here, sweetheart. I guess you can't think straight when you're getting fucked this good, huh?"
The most pathetic, pitiful sound you've ever heard comes out of Leona's mouth right as your tip nudges against his prostate. His tail tightens around your waist and his jaw goes slack as you angle your hips to perfectly hammer that special spot again and again and again.
Leona lets you guide his head back to capture his lips in a kiss. There's drool dribbling out of the corner of his mouth from how cockdrunk he is, and you honestly can't believe that you've got THE Second Prince of Sunset Savanna going dumb on your dick.
Your thrusts grow sloppy the closer you get to your climax, and you can't tell from the twitch of Leona's dick that he's getting there too. His head falls back into the pillows as you break the kiss and let your head fall against his bare shoulder. Then, all at once, your climax washes over you.
Leona lies there as you ride out the high, letting you blow your load into your condom before you finally pull out.
"How was it? Was it good? Did I do good?" Your incoherent babbles manage to rouse a chuckle out of Leona. You're expecting him to cuddle up next to you to bask in the afterglow of it all as you flop onto the bed next to him after tying off your condom and tossing it into the conveniently placed trash bin next to the bed, but he doesn't. Instead, you find yourself lying beneath him.
"Yeah, you did great, but I still got some energy to burn. So, how about you lay there and let me have my fun, yeah?" You're brought out of your post-coital haze by the realization that Leona is somehow still hard. Just like that, you hand the reins back to Leona. You had your fun, but now it's time for him to have his.
Hopefully, you'll still have your ability to walk tomorrow, but you're not counting on it.
A/N: Reposting this since people seemed to like it. Even though it was a shitpost... I'm happy everyone has a sense of humor.
tags: Leona Kingscholar x fem!reader, Leona and reader are dating, reader collects squishmallows, exhibitionism?
wc: 2.7k+
Leona’s tail swished against your blankets. He sat with his legs crossed near the foot of your bed in the dark with only the moon offering lighting. A pout settled onto his lips as he tried to force his eyebrow to stop twitching in irritation. You invited the Housewarden to a sleepover in Ramshackle. A very uncommon occurrence since you usually walked to his room. Or at the least, he would meet you outside of Ramshackle to escort you in the dark.
You texted him with a wet eyed emoji, boldly requesting that he come over around 11pm to get into bed together. It was a sleepover with Grim shipped away to have a boys night with Ace and Deuce. His chest swelled with pride. Of course, his favorite little Herbivore had some semblance of a backbone. Asking for something so naughty... Leona couldn’t help but feel giddy.
He left in a hurry, telling Ruggie that he was in charge of the dorm until Leona got back the next morning. Or afternoon depending on when he decided to get up. With every step Leona took he could feel his cock twitching. He could picture you waiting for him by the door for him like some eager pet. Maybe something with lace and ribbons and frills. Maybe an oversized t-shirt he graciously donated to you for pajamas. Maybe nothing but the goosebumps on your skin. That had to be your intention after all. Why else would you invite him over at 11pm?
When Leona reached the door, you were excited, but not in the way he hoped. Wearing a sweatshirt he gave you months ago and a pair of little red pajama shorts. You tugged him inside by his jacket sleeve with a smile stretched across your face. After allowing him to remove his sandals, you happily pulled the beastman upstairs to your bedroom.
And now here he was, looking at a bunch of stupid pillows.
He allowed you to set up the meet and greet without complaint. Leona was expecting something a little more ‘stimulating’. He could feel empathy for your situation. You were surviving below the poverty line in a world that wasn’t your own. Of course you would find a way to comfort yourself. Even if that meant buying little pillows with faces on them.
“This is Reshma! She’s a strawberry cow, and she usually sleeps up here with me.” You beamed as you held the small pink cow in your hands. Leona hummed in response as you placed it among the many decorating your bed. You called them ‘Squishmallows’. Apparently, it was something from wherever you lived before Night Raven College. Sam just happened to have them in stock. You kept them in a large hammock, on your bed, and some stayed in your closet.
You were sitting near the head of your bed as Leona rested his chin in the palm of his hand. “I see...” He grumbled with an attempt at enthusiasm. The beastman was expecting to be naked by now. “Isn’t she cute?” You asked, and he nodded. His long brown hair cascading over his shoulders as his ears started to flatten. Leona thought you were the cute one. The oversized sweatshirt that once belonged to him, your little shorts, how you inched closer and closer to him with each introduction. But why bother to show him your collection of stuffed animals when you could be showing him what panties you have on? If you’re even wearing any.
Before Leona could protest, you offered another smiling face. “And this is Bernardo! He’s one of the biggest ones I have! Here,” You pushed the large stuffed burrito into Leona’s hands. “hold him really quick.” You grinned as you turned back to your pile. Sitting up on your hands and knees to pick through them. Leona had a silent appreciation for the amount of diversity in your collection. But again; that’s not what he came here for.
“I’m so glad you agreed to come over. I’ve been waiting to show you these guys for a while! Since you sleep so much I thought you’d like them!” You grabbed a lion from the pile. He had a reddish colored mane and blonde fur. Before you could turn around, Leona had hooked a finger into the waistband of your shorts from behind. You gasped softly as the cool air of the room began to ghost over the skin on your rear. “This isn’t really why you asked me to come over, is it? It’s 11:30 and you made sure to get rid of the furball.” His voice was a low rumble as you tightened your grip on the Squishmallow.
You stayed silent. Your face became warm as he pulled the garment lower. And you let him. His interrogation would bear fruit as he smiled in amusement. His tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek as your shorts were nestled around your midthigh. You were wearing a dark brown thong made of satin and lace. Adorned in little flowers with little strings that hugged your hips. “Well...” You trailed off as Leona let out a soft ‘uh huh’ and you lifted your legs as he eased your shorts off of you.
“I did want you to see them... At some point.” You also wanted to have sex with him, but you had ended up getting cold feet trying to initiate. This was just you stalling. “You okay with takin’ a break then?” He asked from above you, dropping your shorts unceremoniously to the floor. You awkwardly nodded in agreement, feeling the weight of the bed shift as he pulled at one of the elastic strings. You yelped when Leona let it snap back against your flesh. You felt him leaning over you. His crotch meeting your ass as he grazed his teeth over the cartilage of your ear. “Thank you for introducing me.” He purred, rocking his hips slowly as a soft moan passed your lips.
You heard the soft rustling of clothes, and something prodding at your inner thighs. You hugged your lion pillow close to your chest, settling on your arms as Leona groped at the soft flesh of your ass. It only occurred to you with a small turn of your head that all your Squishmallows have eyes. They’re watching the scene unfolding with smiles on their soft faces.
Now you felt embarrassed. “Um, Leona?” You called out his name awkwardly through a whisper. Trying to glance over your shoulder and up at him as he started rubbing his thumb over the wetted satin that covered your pussy. “What?” His voice was just as soft as yours as you let out a soft groan. The pad of his thumb was drawing small circles around your clit that made you squirm. “M-My... They have eyes, y’know?” You were still holding tightly to the lion in your arms. It was so trivial. Yes they may be made of cotton filling and plush fabric but that didn’t make having an audience less intimidating.
Leona was quiet as he tugged your thong to the side. Exposing your soaked pussy to his lazy gaze as he slipped a finger inside of you. “Yeah, so?” The beastman asked as your walls twitched and squeezed impatiently around the digit. His tail flicked as he pumped slowly, listening to your hole squelch and create lewd sounds in the quiet room. You whined quietly, feeling his cock resting against your ass. It pulsed, and you could feel a sticky stream of pre dripping onto your skin. “They’re watching us...” You murmured.
Leona wasn’t deterred at all. He only responded with a hum, realizing that this would be a fun opportunity. “Even though you wanted to introduce them to me?” His tone was teasing as you hid your face in your pillow. Your Squishmallow buried in your chest. His other hand slid under your sweatshirt from the back. He chuckled when he realized you weren’t wearing anything underneath it. He gently pinched your side, just as he slipped in a second finger.
“I don’t think they would mind watching. They can be the audience, get a free show. Ain’t that right Bernardo? You don’t mind?” He turned to ask the large burrito who was discarded beside him. You wanted to tell Leona to cut it out. But your head was spinning. You really felt like they were all watching you now. You did want Leona inside of you. To bury himself deep and fill you up the way you liked it. But that would be after you moved everything to the floor or turned them away so they couldn’t witness you partaking in sin.
“Hey, what’re you hiding your face for?” The lion cooed as his fingers slowly pulled out of your aching hole. Your pussy fluttered desperately around the emptiness. Wishing for Leona to once again give you something filling. The prince lapped his fingers clean with a soft groan. “I think they’d love to see their favorite person getting fucked.” He punctuated the word with a swat to your ass. The flesh jiggled and you yelped once again. Your hole clenched from the impact, telling him that your body enjoyed it.
You were biting back all of your sounds now. Your hips moving for his attention as he adjusted himself at your entrance. The flared head rubbing against your opening as he coated himself in your juices. “I knew you’d agree with me. You’re so eager.” He laughed. It was another low rumble that danced in your ears as you tried to pull the hood of your sweatshirt over your head. You wanted to hide in shame that you were enjoying this.
You felt his weight on top of you, easing you down onto the mattress as he grabbed your wrist. “Don’t hide.” He whispered as his long hair tickled your cheek. He pinned your wrist to the bed. The Squishmallow you were holding onto was deformed in your clutches. You craned you head around, looking over your shoulder at him as his emerald eyes met yours. They were glowing. It always startled you that his eyes could do that.
He looked annoyed now. Maybe it was because the Squishmallow didn’t look like him. Or maybe it reminded him of someone else. He was jealous that you sought comfort in something that didn’t look like him.
A choked scream tore out of your throat when he raised your hip, sinking slowly into your waiting cunt. He filled you with a growl. His lips near your ear as he panted against the sensitive cartilage. His barbed cock filled your soft walls. The spines rubbing against the insides that left your legs shaking from the extreme sensation. The first time you saw his cock, you jaw fell and you shook your head. Your anatomies are so different; you didn’t think it would work. And yet he fit perfectly every time.
How he held you against his nude body. You tried shyly pushing him away, but you loved being enveloped by him. His hair tickling your bare skin as you were left seeing stars. You loved it. You couldn’t get enough. And you would never have this kind of pleasure from a human.
Your pussy clenched tightly around him. A string of mewls escaping your lips as he pushed deeper and deeper until he was nestled comfortably inside of you. Leona rolled his hips slowly, grinding into you as your pussy worked to stretch around his shaft. His cock twitched and throbbed as you trembled. You were starving for friction now. You could feel his balls rubbing against your clit as you stayed pliant beneath him.
Your heart was pounding in your chest as you tried squirming around. A silent plea for him to move. To just give you what you both wanted. Leona’s weight on top of you made it impossible to get anything done. “Please...” You whimpered through your parted lips. “Just move already...” You whined and struggled. Leona’s hooked tongue ran over your jawline. It was like wet sandpaper as he nipped at your earlobe. “Don’t tell me what to do. You already asked me to walk here. That was your one request.” He huffed softly as he pulled out slowly before easing back in. The mushroom shaped tip pushed against that familiar rough patch inside of you.
Your head almost flew back and knocked into Leona’s chin from the sudden sensation. Your spine curved as you tried once more to suppress your slutty sounds. Leona set a steady pace. The sound of skin meeting skin left you flushed as his balls patted against your clit giving you added stimulation. Your eyes screwed shut tight as you tried to hide from the eyes of your Squishmallows. Leona was panting and grunting in your ear. Your walls convulsing around his cock as you started to let your moans trickle freely.
You were so full. So hot. You couldn’t take it much longer.
Leona’s hand that wasn’t pinning your wrist crept around your throat and up to your lips. You tasted remnants of your slick as he pressed down on the flat of your tongue. Your sounds only crescendo now. His thrusts felt even deeper now as a thin layer of sweat gathered on your skin. Your head was spinning as drool coated his finger and spilled down your lips and chin. Your jaw remained slack, you felt your orgasm rapidly approaching. There was a familiar coil in your stomach as he suddenly pulled his finger away, gently kissing your temple as the weight on top of you was lifted. His hips slowed to a stop as he remained buried inside of you.
A gasp left your mouth as your eyes widened. He suddenly yanked your hips up high, his saliva slicked finger rubbed over the puckered muscle of your ass. You felt a string of cool drool lubricating it as he started to thrust again. He prodded at the fluttering hole as your pussy squeezed tight around him. You were going to cum.
He pushed his finger in slowly, pumping it in time with his own thrusts. Your nerves were overstimulated. You felt like your brain was being fried as you finally finished. Gushing around Leona’s pistoning cock as you fought back the need to scream. “Such a nasty slut. You really like this don’t you?” He teased as you shook your head in disagreement. Your eyes fluttered as you started to fall limp. Feeling his grip tight on your hip as he yanked you back against him to meet his pelvis. “Oh? Then why’re you moaning like you aren’t being watched? Huh?” He asked as you tried hiding your face in the bed below.
The room had the overwhelming scent of sex as Leona pulsed inside of you. He was so close. “You really do like your little audience. That’s why you invited me over instead, right? Because you wanted me to find out how much you love being watched?” He whispered; you could tell he was smirking, and you tried shaking your head again. That familiar coil returned. You were going to cum a second time. But you didn’t want the sensation to end.
His hips began to stutter as your pussy gripped tightly around him. You felt his skinny tail rubbing against the side of your thigh as he exhaled in ecstasy. “I love the feeling of being inside of you.” That was all you needed to finish again. You choked out Leona’s name as his nails dug into your hip. He didn’t break the skin, but he left deep crescents in his wake.
It was like a powerful wave. Your head was spinning as your vision went dark for a moment. Your eyes fluttering as you started to go boneless against the bed. Leona was starting to join you. It was a thick warmth blooming inside of you. His sperm painting your inner walls and taking root. His finger pulled out, and he let go of you as his weight returned on top of you. Your hands relaxed around the lion Squishmallow, shaking on your way down from your high.
You were so glad you introduced Leona to your Squishmallows. But you know he plans to make you walk back to Savanaclaw after tonight.
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hi hi firstly i just want to say thank you so much for bringing up the lack of male!reader, ftm!reader, gn!reader content there is on tumblr. as a genderfluid trans masc its difficult sometimes to read mostly female reader fics. so i appreciate it. 🫂
With that being said, would you be willing to write an Enjin x ftm!reader smut? The reader is an established Cleaner, and is quiet, but somehow Enjin is the only person who can get them to talk.
i honestly don’t know bc this is my first time requesting something so i’m just gonna put my trust in you and say write whatever you’d want honestly. 🙏 i’ll take whatever you can give me
Awh omg thank u! I do truly love writing x male reader fics, especially for fandoms that has little to no fics of it. Also i looove love writing for Enjin, unfortunately I haven't read the manga yet so this might be OOC, a lot of it is just my headcanons for Enjin, though i hope you like it anon! <3
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Enjin x FtM!Reader
Rudo meets another member of the Cleaner group, a quiet and reserved man who greets him with a small smile. At first, the boy was confused at the man's lack of loudness, unlike everyone else here, but he soon finds out that the only time Rudo hears the man utter more than a simple greeting was when Enjin enters the room
Tags: Enjin x male reader, Enjin x FTM!Reader, Quite Reader, no use of Y/N, established relationship, Enjin is WHIPPED btw, love a man thats cocky but yearns, slightly OOC, smut, NSFW, Top Surgery Scars, No bottom surgery, P in V, female anatomy mentioned, Use of Pet Names, my obsession with Enjins damn tattoos, Making out
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3rd POV
“And here, Rudo, is the common room! We spend time here to just hang out and chat, all that stuff!” Riyo smiles, opening the door to the large room that supports an array of bookshelves, a sofa and bar stools with a bar tucked away in one corner. The room is evenly lit, and the hanging lights give a comforting atmosphere. Rudo scans the room and spots a lone man sitting on one of the barstools, seemingly engrossed in a book. The red-haired girl notices the man and grins, before shouting across the room.
“Oh hey! I didn't realize you were back already!” her volume echoes through the room, almost making Rudo deaf in one ear as Riyo approaches the man. The man in question simply turns to Riyo and smiles softly before nodding and promptly returns to his book. Riyo approaches the man and pats his shoulder, leading Rudo to him.
Riyo introduces the man to Rudo, as he learns that the quiet man is a Cleaner—‘one of the big dogs’ at that, from what Riyo described him to be.
“It’s a pleasure meeting you,” Rudo nods curtly. He meets the man's eyes, surprisingly warm despite the lack of expression within them.
“Pleasure’s all mine, Rudo,” The kid is met with yet another small smile before he promptly turns back to his book. Before Rudo could continue with a question, Riyo was quick to pull him into the hallway to visit another room.
“I’m glad you're back in one piece! See you around,” Riyo waves as the two leave the common room, the doors latching close behind them. Rudo continues to follow the cheerful woman before he grumbles slightly, his mind still trails back into the quiet man from before.
“Why’s he…” Rudo pouts, earning Riyo’s attention as they continue to walk. “He’s weird. He’s not as loud as you guys,”
Riyo’s brows shot up before she laughed, almost doubling over. “I can't believe you just said that,”
Rudo’s cheeks turn bright red before he stutters, his hands waving about as he tries to form a retaliation. “I- I mean he- everyone else likes to shout here it’s just- he’s so…”
“Quiete? Yeah,” Riyo chuckles, patting Rudo’s back as she begins to guide the boy to continue to their next room. “He’s just like that, don't worry about it, he means no harm with it,”
Rudo hums as they continue to walk. The boy wonders if they would meet again in a mission or some.
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1st POV
It was an hour past lunchtime by now. You’ve been sitting at a table in the far end of the cafeteria, some chips in front of you and your favorite book in hand, just to pass the time. You haven't found another book that piqued your interest, so the current story you've been reading only serves its purpose to fill space. Munching on the chips also burns time. You glance over at the clock on the wall, and the long arm ticks away as seconds pass.
When the doors to the cafeteria open to welcome the returning Cleaner group, your eyes zero in on your boyfriend walking in, his attention on Rudo—The new kid you’ve met earlier in the day—before Enjin finds his way towards you. His eyes light up, smiling easily, finding his place on his lips. “Hey babe, you’re back, huh?”
He grins, making his way to sit beside you, immediately pressing himself to your side. You grin, closing the book to turn towards Enjin. “Yeah, been back since earlier today,”
Enjin nods as he wraps an arm around you. “Must've been an easy one if you're back so early,”
“I don't like to sightsee, Enjin, unlike somebody,” You roll your eyes, earning a chuckle from the man.
“Awh come on babe, if I wasn't sightseeing, I wouldn't have found our new raccoon boy here,” He tilts his head to Rudo who's taking his seat in front of you. His brows furrow, his eyes fleeting between you and Enjin.
You chuckle, pushing at Enjin's side slightly. “Well that's true, it was truly nice meeting you, Rudo,”
The boy blinks, dumbfounded he seems, before he nods shortly, a small ‘yeah’ from him.
“Have you had lunch yet?” Enjin brings back your attention to him, his golden eyes captivate you.
“Already did, you?”
“Not yet, buuuut…” He shifts closer to you, his voice ghosts at the shell of your ear. “I think I'm craving something else right now,”
Warmth finds its way up your neck, a shiver running through your body. “Enjin…”
He smirks before promptly turning to his team. “Welp, I’m tired, I’ll go ahead out now guys,”
“Hey, don't we have to report back–” Zanka interrupts.
“We’ll do that later, don't worry about it,” He grins, pulling at your waist to stand with him. “I’ll be in my room if anyone needs me, aight?”
Enjin leads you out of your room with his hand on your back, rubbing at the Cleaner's jacket softly, though you can feel the heat within his touch beneath all of the fabric. You feel your cheeks burning as the doors close, yours and Enjin's steps echo through the hallways. “Really, Enjin? In front of the team?”
“What? Am I not allowed to express my love for my baby boy?” You shove at Enjin's side, laughing throughout the walk.
“Shut up! You little…”
“Come oooon,” He moans whilst jiggling his keys into the door to his room, the door promptly pushed right after. You chuckle as Enjin brings you into his room. The man slots in his locks easily instead of using his keys.
You sit back on his bed as Enjin groans, shrugging his jacket off and onto the floor by doing so, his tattooed sleeves on full display. “Ugh, I really am tired, y’know,”
“Yeah? I bet,” You grin, leaning back and letting your hand support you on Enjin's soft blanket. The man pouts as he makes way towards you. Enjin leans down, his arms surrounding your sides as he huffs into your shoulder. He stays like that for a minute or two, before he picks his head back up and stares. Anyone else would be put off by the blonde's antics, and yet, you only sigh slightly with a small smile on your lips.
Enjin grins as he trails his vision from your eyes slowly to your lips.”I like that about you?”
“About me?”
“You, being quiet,” He smirks as he licks his lips. “But being super chatty with me,”
“It’s so, so, cute,”
Enjin presses his lips against yours, inhaling the choked gasp from you as he moves to place one leg onto the bed, his hands now slowly pushing you to lie beneath him. Enjin's lips chase yours before you wrap your arms around him, pulling him down with you. The soft pecks quickly devolve into hunger, the slight grunts you hear between kisses from your boyfriend as an indication. He has taken both of his knees to bracket you, truly enveloping you between his body and the mattress. Enjin breaks the kiss in favor of peppering kisses do your jaw, which makes you arch your neck, letting out a soft moan. The blonde bites at your jugular, knowing it’ll leave a mark once he’s done.
Enjin sits back, admiring his work—watching as you writhe between the sheets, a think sheen of sweat on your skin—as he smirks. He pulls off his top, fully exposing the intricate inks running down his arms, the tendrils on his neck and his piercings catch the minimal light in his room. It's truly unfair how a man can embody such chaotic beauty. Enjin sighs, preening from your eyes mapping his body, before he leans back down to pull your jacket and shirt right off, his hands possessively grabbing at your body. He goes back to biting at any exposed skin he can get his lips on, from your neck to your clavicle. He brushes over your chest, pressing deeper kisses into your tattooed surgery scars—the tattoos Enjin absolutely adores.
“Enjin, hey…” You find yourself grasping his blonde mop of hair, earning a hum from the man. He kisses the scars hidden beneath the ink, glancing upwards once with a smirk—Such a tease.
He continues his movement downwards, slowly pulling down your pants with it, leaving you bare and spread beneath him. You hear him audibly gulp before he continues to bite and mark your body. He pushes your thighs upwards as he kisses the underside of them. A particular hard bite makes you choke out a gasp. He soothes the angry teeth marks by lapping over them. You dare to meet his eyes only to be greeted by darkened golden irises, deep with arousal.
Enjin reaches for the bottle of lube on his nightstand and pops the cap open, generously pouring it onto his fingers and a bit into your hole. He continues to kiss your thigh as he inserts one finger, which makes you groan, hands grasping at the sheets.
“Shit- Enjin,” He grins, those intoxicating deep golds now slightly covered as his hair has grown disheveled.
“Relax babe, be as loud as you want, after all, only I can hear you.”
Your hips buck when he slowly pushes a second finger in, pushing in and out to loosen you. That earns him a sharp moan, your head thrown back. Enjin continues his ministration, alternating between bites and kisses and he continues to move his fingers. Soon enough, you felt an emptiness when he pulled out, rubbing his still-wet fingers onto your clit. Your sharp inhale makes Enjin smirk dangerously.
He pushes his pants down, his erect cock standing proud between your legs. The man rubs it over your hole, the tease he is. You groan before pulling his wrist, the man tumbles to hover over you.
“If you don't get your damn dick in me, I swear Enjin,” You bite, at which Enjin's smile widens.
“Impatient baby boy, I get it,” He relents, one hand on his prick to direct him as he pushes in slowly. Enjin grunts as he moves, inch by inch. When he bottoms out, the man groans as he drops his head between your shoulder, panting between breaths. He’d be lying if your warmth never fails to push him over the edge by so much.
A drawn-out moan is rewarded for Enjin when he finally fills you. His hips stutter, waiting until you’re ready. When he feels you nod, Enjin begins to move. Slowly at first, savoring in your heat, your unrestrained moans, louder now as they echo throughout his room. His movement builds up in speed and vigor; his pants turn to grunts. You’ve learned that once your boyfriend's movement starts to stutter and those borderline animistic grunts morph into a soft mewl and whimper, he’s reaching his limit.
Enjin's hand reaches down to rub at the sensitive bud above your hole. You almost scream, and you thought you did until no sound escaped your lips; instead were left to writhe while a groan escaped instead. Your hips follow his movement, Enjin's finger rubbing rapidly while he tries to maintain his thrusting.
“Baby- Agh- are you going to cum? Cum for me?” That always tips you over. The way Enjin doesn't command, he asks. Something in his voice, the whine that hides beneath his tone, the slight shake in his voice as if he’s asking for permission, despite him taking the reins in the situation. It never fails to make you spill, that yearning undertone within his words, like he’s asking for approval, a pathetic pup awaiting your words.
“Yes- yeah, Enjin, please,” He continues his movement. The tides come rushing down almost immediately, you feel him shake above you as he continues to thrust before stilling, a drawn-out moan as he spills inside you. His fingers don't stop, however, at which a shiver wracks your body as you follow him into the bliss. Enjin continues to rub at the sensitive nerves as he starts rutting into you, slow and deliberate, riding his high with labored breath.
As he slowly pulls out, he groans at the sight beneath him. Your chest heaving, his and yours cum mixing in your cunt, the visible blush that goes down to your shoulders. “So beautiful, my baby boy,”
Enjin—Somehow, his strength still confuses you sometimes—gathers you in his arms before promptly moving you to rest on his pillows, now wrapped in his sheet and blankets. You groan at the stickiness between your legs, which makes Enjin chuckle slightly. “Ugh, we’re gonna have to clean your sheet.”
“Ah well, we can send it to laundry tomorrow,”
“You’re gonna let our poor Supports clean up our mess? Yeah, right,” You roll your eyes, jabbing a finger at Enjin’s cheek in retaliation. “How could you? Hm?”
Enjin laughs as he wraps his arms around you, enveloping you in a tight embrace. “Okay, okay, we’ll wash it together,” He sighs.
It was three in the afternoon maybe, but you know Enjin is not moving anytime soon unless he becomes hungry for some actual sustenance. And so you made yourself comfortable in his arms, letting the blonde play with your hair as you slowly drifted into a blissful sleep.
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3rd POV
“He… He talks?!” Rudo shouts as he watches Enjin and the man exits the cafeteria. Riyo hums as Zanka takes a seat, sighing at seeing the couple hand in hand, undoubtedly leaving for a private room to do their own thing.
“Well, yeah? Everyone talks here, Rudo,” The girl chuckles, finishing what's left of the chips her fellow cleaner left, a glance over at the book he left.
“But he… but he didn't even make a sound when he met me?”
“What? Jealous?” Riyo grins, which makes the boy furrow his brows and shake his head furiously, earning a laugh from her. Zanka examines the book slightly before he leans onto the table, propping himself with one hand.
“He’s just like that,” He turns to Rudo, the kid still supporting a slight redness on his cheeks. “Somehow, Enjin is the only one here that can make him talk.”
