《 Voice and hands - Enjin x Raider!Reader 》 mdni, as always.
Fem reader. Smut, though more sensual than sexual. No actual touching each other, just basically phone sex.
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3 A.M., Cleaners' HQ.
The day has been hectic for Enjin. One could think that with time and experience, getting rid of trash beasts and raiders gets easier... Wrong. So wrong. Instead, the more people he has brought under his supervision, the harder it becomes to not watch his subordinates - his children, but he will die before admitting - during fights. But he shouldn't complain, they're doing a great job every day. Getting stronger, needing him less and less.
The sleep is failing him for a different reason than the usual worries for safety. A sultry voice echoes on his head. A siren. So tempting in her speech:
'If the Sphere stops existing, if we can subdue the Sphereites... Don't you think your little friends, your babies, will be safer? In a world without overflowing trash... Without the constant fear of beasts... They would be safer.'
Enjin isn't young or dumb enough to believe there's an easy solution for that. The Raider's method is cruel and would only replace one problem with another. There's no guarantee that Zodyl has good intentions and that much power oughta to mess someone's head - as if the guy wasn't messy enough.
He finishes yet another cigarette and leans down. Then he hears the sound of his choker calling.
"What?"
"Hey, big boy. Shouldn't you be sleeping?" Ah, it's you. You and your stupidly sensual voice. It makes him angry, that despite his mind still being deeply engrossed on the philosophical questions in his head, his traitorous cock stirs inside his bottoms.
"Missing me already? I hate clingy girls, you know?" As always, he tries to divert with teasing.
"And I hate perverts, but here you are~" You tease back and he groans. Your arrogance. He hates it. He wants to rip off you with kisses and some slaps on your very, very nice ass. "Don't tell me you're up thinking of me."
"Hmmm... Somewhat." He admits in a sigh. "Those words you said before leaving... " There's a silence on the line and for a moment, you wonder if he just cut communication.
"Ah, have you considered them? Are you gonna switch sides so I can finally get my little kitty paws on you~?" You throw, secretly hoping for a yes. Secretly hoping that you can end up sleeping beside him, melting on his arms, drowning on the smell of cigarettes and him. The thought gives you goosebumps. And then, the sound of his tired, deep voice whispering into your ear the next words...
"I have a better question... Why don't you switch sides and become a good girl so I can get my big hands all over you?" That would be ideal, wouldn't it? If you just forgot this crazyass plan and just climbed up his lap. Your frame would fit perfectly against his own.
"Don't tempt me, sweetie. I think of your hands daily." You reply immediately. There's no way you won't push back onto him the same amount of sexual frustration you're feeling.
"You... do?" It's working. Definitely working because his words are more spaced... As if he needed to think before speaking. "Do elaborate, baby."
"I think of your hands traveling my body gently. Calloused palms but expert, gentle touch. Groping me. Squeezing me. Holding me down... Where are your hands now, Enjin?" You ask out of sudden, making him realize what he was doing.
Tsk. He is palming himself, unconsciously. But instead of stopping, he just goes on. Long fingers sliding on the fabric, it's harder than it should be for so little teasing.
"On my body, obviously. My fingers are trailing up and down the hardening body of my cock." Your breath hitched and it was heard by him in tandem with the way your own hand is now tracing around your clothed nipple, teasing it to harden it more. Then he starts to talk to you again. "I guess I underestimated how much I like... Your voice. Don't hold back if you moan. Your little groans and hisses when we fight? They're music for me. Where do you want my hands anyways?"
You can hear the faint sound through your choker of ruffling of clothing. The bastard is getting naked and the mere mental image of it pushes you to do the same. God bless your nymphomaniac self.
"I want your hands on my boobs... Hmm... Twisting my nipples... "
"Hmm... Yeah? How do they look like?"
You chuckle and the sound makes him squeeze his dick in hand, hissing a little, before resuming the lazy stroking. You describe how your nipples look in detail, your voice soft, increasingly breathy as your fingers find your engorged bundle of nerves. He hums.
"You're... Killing me here... Where are your hands now, [Name]?"
"They're where your hands should be... My clit is buzzing, big boy..." You moan just immediately. It makes him shiver. He loves your voice so much.
"That so? I wanted my thick... Long fingers inside of you, stretching you, little by little..." He trails off. Another groan of pure pleasure. "Or my tongue. I mean you deserve to sit on my face."
"And you deserve me swallowing you up... By the way... How does your cock look like?"
"Not giving you spoiler on size... A bit of mystery is nice, right? But... It's thick enough. It's pierced too." You can hear the wet sounds. You can hear his breath hitching as he seems to quicken his stroking. You do it too. You own breath losing itself.
"Of course it is~ I wouldn't expect... Less from you... I want it in my mouth..." You hate how whiny you sound. You're a cool, strong one, aren't you?
"Ah... Fuck... You deserve that. We do."
Your heart is beating on your ears. You hate it. You're losing your mind. You're moaning. You're trembling. He probably can hear your wet sounds too. Beautifully loud at 3 AM.
"It feels good..." You breathe out.
"Too good... " He is also breathing heavily, moaning. His voice sounds deep, lazy... "Say my name... Let me hear you, [Name]" It's a command, it's a plea. He is a loser. So needy. But so are you, so you concede.
"E-enjin..." You repeat it. Once, twice. You can hear the same from him. It's a delicious symphony that sends you both crashing into climax. It's pure ecstasy...
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On the next day...
"Hey~ Heeeeey! Come on~ Why are you so sleepy??"
You open your eyes and sees your fellow Raider, Jabber looking at you curiously.
"Ah, yeah?"
"Are you high, girl?"
"..." You think about it. "Not in the way you may think..."
He narrows his eyes... The gears on his head turning.
"DID YOU FUCK LAST NIGHT?"
Zodyl glares at you both and Jabber immediately sits beside you.
"Sorry, boss. Go on." You smile at him, apologetically and Zodyl keeps talking about the plan. He and his Sphereite lady seem to return immediately to their past momentum of evil planning. You look back at Jabber and he mouths 'tell me later'. You giggle and immediately sleep again.
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I just had to take it off my head, my chest, my soul. I hope you like it. It's not perfect... Yeah. 🫠
