⨾༊ Butterflies in
her eyes and the looks to kill ⨾༊
-> Butterfly ; crazytown
𖹭.ᐟ Enjin x bratty f!reader
𖹭.ᐟ CW: smut, fingering, slapping (enjin spanks reader like twice and reader slaps enjin once), p in v, cowgirl, brat taming (if you squint hard enough).
𖹭.ᐟ WC: 3.1k
Enjin's feet thump against the floors at HQ heavier than usual—anyone on the floor below would easily think a large animal is trotting around HQ. But no, it's just Enjin in all his over-tired glory.
He passes the bathroom, humidity and the smell of your shampoo fills his nose—eyes immediately opening wider. Like the mere sense of you behind the door just woke him from his slump.
An idea forms in his mind and he smirks, knuckles rapping against the door lightly. “Y/n…?”
You startle inside the bathroom, the water sloshes around you in the bathtub. You were taking a nice, relaxing bath and of course Enjin just has to bother you. Rolling your eyes you huff and glare at the door—like he can even see the bratty look on your face.
“Ugh, what?”
He laughs lightly and leans against the door for a moment. “Mm, can I come in? Pretty please?”
All he can focus on now is the smell of your shampoo, and the way you probably look in the bathtub. Hair damp, and skin wet the bubbles in the bath covering the intimate parts of your body like a tease.
You groan and almost roll your eyes again, of course he wants to disturb your relaxation time with his obnoxious ass. “Why should I let you come in?” You question, tone slightly annoyed. Well, you wouldn't actually mind if he came in—you just hated to admit that you want him around all the time as well.
Enjin huffs and without asking again he pushes the door open, walking into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him.
You jump slightly and gawk at him. “I didn't say you could come in!” You glare up at him, sinking further into the tub to hide away from him.
His gaze falls on you hungrily, smirk widening as he ogles you. “Why not?” He teases, tilting his head to the side. “Can I join?” He steps closer to the tub, peering over the edge at your hidden body—gaze tracing the curve of your shoulders and collarbone. “Please?”
You wanna tell him no, and kick him out of the bathroom. But before you can protest he speaks up again. “C'mon baby, please? I had such a long…tiring, exhausting day. I just wanna spend some time with my beautiful girl.”
You huffed slightly, was he really trying to guilt trip you now. You rolled your eyes, feeling exasperated. Maybe you wouldn't mind a bath with him. Even if he was currently bothering you right now during your relaxing bath.
"Okay.. you can join." You mumbled quietly, letting out a little sigh.
He smirks down at you, knowing he successfully guilt tripped you into letting him join you. He slowly slips off his shirt, revealing the black and red ink that adorns his arms, back and shoulders down to his collar bones and chest.
You glanced up and down before looking straight up at him—and God... That smug look, the way his eyes were pointed down at you, it made you feel small, and also vulnerable.
You weren't completely sure if you liked either of those feelings—but you knew it made you feel undeniably warm and fuzzy. You were naively in love with him. Not naively because he would ever do you dirty or something, but because you've felt that warm lovey-dovey feeling for him since the moment you laid eyes on him.
You pouted at him and looked away, keeping your eyes on the cold, hard wall beside you like it was much more interesting than his godforsaken...godly… sexy body. Ugh, you're not even supposed to feel this way for him.
Ew.
Gross.
Where's your dignity? You wonder. You roll your eyes again, knees pulled close to your chest in the warm steamy water. "Can't you hurry up?" You clicked your tongue, letting out an exasperated huff. "Before the water gets cold." You took another glance up at him, eyes narrowed.
Gosh, he thought you were absolutely adorable. With your exasperated look and pouty lips. He can't help but think about how you'd look with your lips wrapped around him. He quickly shakes that thought out of his mind and strips down—pulling his pants and boxers down leaving him completely bare.
Enjin gets in the tub behind you, immediately wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back against him. You hate how warm and comfy he feels, how his arms around you feel like a protective barrier that makes you feel vulnerable yet safe. Safe like nothing in the world could hurt you—he wouldn't let it happen.
You lean back against him, closing your eyes soaking up the silence and warmth of his body against yours in the warm water.
He smiles seeing how calm and relaxed you look against him—his hands rubbing up and down your waist before pausing just under the soft swell of your breasts.
“Always puttin’ up a bratty fight just to melt like this.” He murmurs against your ear, voice smooth yet slightly raspy and low. His nose gently brushes up the side of your neck, stopping at your hair. “C'mon, turn around f'me, baby.”
His hands wrap around your torso just below your breasts trying to turn you around slowly. You groan and swat at his arm. “Ugh! No, I don't wanna turn around and see your boner.” You complain, furrowing your brows and opening your eyes.
Enjin lets out a small laugh and presses a soft little kiss against your neck. “Tch, that's not why I'm askin’ you to turn around. I wanna see that pretty face, mkay?”
You shake your head in protest and lean back against him more. “No, you're ruining my relaxation time.”
Raising a brow, he rests his hand against your inner thigh under the water. “Uh huh.” He hums, tilting his head as he looks down over your shoulder. “That's why you're melting into me right? Because I'm ruining your ‘relaxation time’?” His fingers teasingly trace lines up and down your thigh, sending shivers down your spine. “Please turn around.”
The way he said it? It was more like a plea than an order. It made between your legs throb slightly—you tried your hardest to ignore it though huffing and puffing about how he's ‘pissing you off’ and you're gonna ‘kick him out of the bath’.
“You're the one bothering me, Enjin. Don't tell me what to do.”
He could feel you shiver against his touch, and it was only a matter of time till you gave in, too damn needy for his touch like he knows you are. “I'll piss you off all I want as long as it means you talk to me. So turn around.”
He wasn't above begging, that's for sure.
“No, Enjin…just relax, jeez.” You huff, trying to relax against him, but his touch was seriously distracting you from doing so. “I swear I'll kick you out.”
He couldn't deny that your brattiness turned him on, whenever you got pissed at him, or bossed him around, or whenever you had that damn pout on your lips like you do now. It made him undeniably hard, he was unable to control it.
“Kick me out, really?” He laughs, nipping at the side of your neck before moving his hand. He palmed between your thighs with no hesitation.
The warmth of his hand pressed right against your pussy, making you jolt in reaction. “I think this is what's bothering your relaxation time, sweetheart. You're so pent up.” He murmurs teasingly against your ear, feeling the pulse of your cunt against his palm like a damn heartbeat.
You gasp, eyes opening immediately in response. “E-Enjin…I never said you c-” You're cut off by a small whimper as you can't help but buck your hips against his palm.
“What were you saying, hm?” He croons into your ear, grinding his palm against your pussy.
Your eyes shut in frustration, brows furrowing as you desperately tried not to buck your hips against his palm. “Fuck you.” You whimpered—pussy throbbing on his hand.
Enjin's smirk was lecherous, pressing his palm harder as if egging you on to rub yourself against his palm. “Fuck me? Yeah, that's what you want?” His free hand gently pressed against one of your breasts, kneading the fat in his hand slowly and sensually. “Or is that cute lil pussy talkin’ for you now?”
Finally, he dragged his fingers through your folds and circled your clit with the perfect amount of pressure. “That's not what I said, you—hng!” You moaned, head tipping back in pleasure as he rubbed your clit perfectly with his middle and ring finger.
Enjin laughed, rough with arousal and amusement as he watched you squirm helplessly. His fingers circled faster, while his free hand squeezed your breast harder. “Keep lyin’.” He taunted, voice dropping low as his teeth nipped at the nape of your neck. “We both know that bratty attitude ain't foolin’ no one.”
His free hand on her breast pinched your nipple and let go, snaking up to wrap around your neck. “Admit it or I'll stop.”
You couldn't hide it anymore, lips parting as moans fell freely now. “N-no!” Your back arched as you began to whine and plead. “Nonono, don't stop! Please…” Hips bucking against his fingers as your hands squeezed into his thighs underwater, nails biting into his skin.
His grip on your throat tightened slightly, just enough to elicit a small gasp from your pretty lips. “Good girl. That's it, cum for me.”
Enjin's hips bucked forward—letting you feel how hard his cock was. The curve of his big dick rubbing against your ass like a promise. He couldn't help but moan into your ear, feeling your legs begin to shake as his cock throbbed against your ass.
Your orgasm came quick, thighs tensing up as your hole fluttered around nothing and your swollen clit throbbed against his fingers. “Fuck, ‘m cumming-!” You cry, legs pressing together as his fingers guide you through your orgasm.
He pushes your thighs back apart and pats your pussy gently making you jolt from the sensitivity. “Good girl…”
“See how much easier it is when you just behave? You were being such a brat a minute ago.” He teases, gently moving his hand away from your cunt.
“Mm, let me ride you and I'll stop being a brat.” You grumble, shifting as the water sloshes around your body.
Enjin bursted out laughing. “Oh, yeah?” He taunted again, smirking against your damp skin before pressing soft, wet kisses all over the column of your neck. “Shoulda said that before you started sassing me like a little shit.”
God, he loved this so much, when you'd get all soft and willing just for him. Pliant like such a good girl. His hand slid up from your neck to your jaw, tilting your head back till the back of your head pressed against his shoulder. “Say please.” He crooned, patting your thigh with his free hand. “And then I'll let you ride this cock till ya see stars.”
You whimpered, staring at the blank ceiling. “Please.. please.” You begged, tone all whiny and needy just how he liked.
“Louder.” Enjin demanded, grip on your jaw tightening slightly while his hand on your thigh slipped up to land a sharp smack to the sensitive skin—splashing water up. “Say it like you mean it.”
You whine as he smacks your thigh, jolting against him as you squeak. “Please!”
“There we go…”
His voice is infuriatingly smug, nipping at your neck one final time before grabbing your hips. “Up.”
He used his hand to pat your hip impatiently, gently pushing your forward. “Turn around.”
You scramble up and turn around quickly before dropping onto his lap, thighs straddling his hips in the tight space of the tub. Your hips immediately grind up against his cock—feeling how hard he was for you.
Enjin groans and tips his head back against the edge of the bathtub, large tattooed hands grabbing at the fat of your hips. “You gonna ride me like a good girl, sweetheart?” He asks, head tilted up at you. You nod sweetly, and sink your hand under the water, searching for his cock.
Once your hand finds the base of his cock, your fingers curl around him and guide his fat, throbbing tip toward your entrance. His tip is leaking a clear-ish precum that you swipe against your cunt before pressing into your hole. You slowly sink down—he exhales heavily against your lips and you inhale sharply.
He sighs in pleasure and leans in against you, pressing soft lazy kisses against your lips—eyes slowly shutting as you melt into each other.
You tilt your head, kissing him back as you push your hips down further, feeling him slide deeper and deeper. His cock is almost too big for you, despite how many times you've taken it. He's big, long and thick stretching your orifice as much as he can.
His tongue slips into your mouth, kissing you deeper as his hips buck up—pushing his cock deeper inside you. You moan against his lips, hands resting on his shoulders to pull him closer.
The air is hazy, almost intoxicating. The room smells like you, your shampoo, your lotion and perfume. It fills his nose like a drug and intoxicates him so he becomes addicted to you. All of you, your voice, your attitude, your face, your body…your tight ass pussy that he can't help but daydream about when he should be working.
God, and now that he can sink his cock deep inside you, it makes him feel complete. You're all he needs in the chaos of the ground. His anchor to reality when he's too reckless. His reminder that he has someone who loves him through and through despite her bratty little attitude. You.
He pulls away and looks into your hazy, half-lidded eyes. “I love you so much.” He murmurs, hands loosening on your hips as you settle around him—getting used to his size penetrating you deeply.
“I love you too.”
You begin to move, hips lifting and dropping back down. The water sloshes around, some splashing out of the tub and onto the floor. Neither of you care, too focused on how each other's bodies feel. Your movements start slow, just soaking up the way he fills you up—but they quickly turn sloppy, losing their rhythm.
Moans fill the room, mainly yours except for Enjin's hushed groans. Your hips lift and drop faster, harder feeling every inch and vein of his cock. The way he fills you, the way he smells, the way he feels. It's all too much, making you whimper and moan his name louder and louder.
Enjin's hands move from your hips to your ass, grabbing and feeling the fat of your ass spill between his fingers. His hands guide you up and down his cock, slamming you down harder each time. “Fuck, baby just like that. Ride my cock, ride it like you own it.”
His words spur you on further, he's amazing at dirty talk and praise, sometimes even degrading. But all it does is make you wetter, turn you on more than what you are. “S-soooo big..” You whine, practically choking on your words as he drags you right back down on his cock
“Yeah?” He teases, smirking as smug as ever as he bucks his hips to meet yours in rough thrusts. “Mm, I think I get it now. You're all pent up baby, that's why you were being such a stuck up little brat. You just needed dick to make you feel better.”
You groan and narrow your eyes at him, walls fluttering around him. His words equally pissed you off and turned you on, you just wanted to slap him. So…you did.
Enjin smacks your butt and thighs all the time, so what's the difference, right? Your palm hit his cheek, not hard enough to genuinely hurt him but enough for his head to turn to the side. You couldn't tell if he was pink from blushing, or pink from you slapping him.
Enjin's eyes widened in actual shock, smirk fading, he didn't expect that—but he didn't hate it. He actually sort of liked it, he'd definitely let you do it again. The sting on his cheek made his cock throb wildly in your tight cunt.
He groaned, tilting his head to look back at you again, smirk creeping right back onto his lips. “That's how it is, huh?” He asks, pulling his hand back to land a sharp slap to your ass. “You're just gonna keep being a brat.”
You whimper, picking up the pace of your hips before Enjin grabs your hips, holding them tightly as he slams his hips up into yours. Your poor battered pussy taking all of him roughly. His tip kisses your cervix with each deep thrust.
Tears pool in your eyes out of pleasure as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. Your arms wrap around his neck, now letting him do all the work of pounding your pussy into oblivion.
“I'm gonna c-cum, Enjin!” You cry out, biting down onto the skin of his shoulder. Your walls squeeze him tight, trying to milk him dry as your orgasm washes over finally.
Enjin tips his head back, hissing as you squeeze him so damn tight. “Fuck, you're milkin’ me, baby.” His hips stutter as he slams in one last time—his cockhead kissing your cervix as he cums.
Thick, silky ribbons of cum fill your insides in short spurts—filling you to the brim with his babies.
Enjin's grip loosens finally, going slack against the tub again. He doesn't say anything for a while—just relishing in the feeling of you fluttering around him faintly now.
You lay against him, head on his chest, fingers tracing his tattoos innocently like you didn't slap him mid-sex. Which you totally didn't get why he looked so shocked, he spanks you all the time. What's wrong with the roles being reversed a bit?
Enjin smiles softly now, too tired to have that damn obnoxiously smug smirk, and looks down at you. “Mm, you keep squeezing me like that and you're gonna rip my dick off…” He mumbles, letting out a small sigh that's equal parts amused and exhausted.
Rolling your eyes you lift your hips, pulling him out of you. His softening cock smacks his lower abdomen before he wraps an arm around you and pulls you right back against him. “Mm, but I wouldn't mind if ya slapped me some more. That…that was hot.” He admits.
Your cheeks heat up and you hide your face against his chest, closing your eyes and huffing. “Just… shut up.”
He laughs and presses a kiss against the top of your head. “Yeah, yeah. I love you too, sweetheart.”
(The butterfly divider i used is by uzmacchiato, all dividers i use are on my pinned post.)
I saw someone on tiktok say that this song, Butterfly by Crazy Town, reminded them of Enjin and it hasn't left my head since 🥹
I think i am gonna start naming my fics just to be more organized, but the names are prob gonna be song based, like this one.
Anyways ty for reading, reblogs and comments are appreciated 💕
