frat!toji (who definitely doesn’t have a crush on you) … is the biggest cockblocker ever when it comes to you and your frat bf!sukuna
you’re convinced it’s on purpose at this point. and you’re halfway sure sukuna will kill him if it happens again.
making out on sukuna’s bed?— toji opens the door “needing to talk to sukuna” despite you both being halfway naked.
dryhumping in the kitchen before anyone in the house is awake?— toji’s mealprepping, muttering a “sorry” that’s rendered moot when he smirks at sukuna like it was purposeful.
now he’s swooping in and joining your team for beer pong, brushing off sukuna—who’s always your teammate.
“gotta make the teams even—right?” he tells sukuna, who’s currently fighting back a pissed off expression—and failing. for godsake sukuna’s arm is halfway around your waist when he butts in. “besides— i think me and pretty lady make a nice team.”
“yeah, yeah. sure.” sukuna grumbles dryly before stomping over to the other side of the table, now not even trying to force a smile.
oh and the way sukuna’s blood boils when he calls you ‘pretty lady’ right infront of him.
honest to god he’s thought about murdering toji—warranted in his mind… especially after tonight.
you hadn’t seen sukuna in a week, schoolwork overfilling your schedule, and boy was he excited to see you. he wore that cologne you love, put on that chain you picked out for him, hell he even shaved that fuzz on his chin you wanted gone. he invited you over to watch a baseball game, planning to sit close to you, hand on your thigh the whole time and fuck on his bed after—that was your plan too…until toji fucked it up.
sukuna got up to get a beer once—and by the time he came back there he was, toji, sat right next to you, shoulder to shoulder, thighs clinging to eachother.
he can’t help but say “the fuck?” toji’s even leaning into you, nearly on top of eachother.
“jus’ sit next to me.” toji offers with a shallow smirk sukuna’s halfway to punching off.
“you fuckin’ kidding me?” he replies, louder and a lot snappier than he intended—still warranted in his mind.
“‘s not a big deal—tryna watch the game, y’know.”
sukuna is going to fucking kill him.
not proofread. this isn’t good sorry but i wanted to get this posted tonight.
boyfriend!sukuna who got punched in the face cause you felt like it.
you're sitting in the car with sukuna in the drivers seat just after stopping for fun drinks before errands. you place your drink in the cupholder, and he does the same.
"so, are we still going-" sukuna begins, quickly interrupted by the fist going straight through his cheek. out of shock, and confusion he looks at you with dark eyes,
"the fuck? why did you just do that, hell is your problem?" he hissed, while placing a hand on his face where you struck him.
"sorry, impulsive thoughts told me to..." you trail off, taking a sip of your drink like this siutation was just something ordinary. (it was)
boyfriend!sukuna who is forced to do whatever you tell him.
"put your shirt back on." you demanded, standing there with your arms crossed as you alternate turns on the chest fly machine in the gym. he continues his reps, tank top leaving his expanding muscles for the world to see. he waits until finishing to respond.
"its like 100 fucking degrees and you want me to put another shirt on?" he scoffs, "you want me to die, woman?" he questions.
"that girl over there is staring at you, put it on." you command, beginning to dig inside the backpack placed next to his foot. sukuna looks over towards the girl in question.
"she looks like shes barely 18, a child-"
"i don't care, put it on now." you glare, forcingly shoving the neck hole of the t-shirt over his head, as he sits there and doesn't even try to struggle against it. you hit his arm, a signal for him to put them through the holes of the shirt and he does, adjusting it to his liking.
"tch, bossy much..."
boyfriend!sukuna who pretends to not know how to do things just so you can yell at him.
"what do you mean you can't use the washing machine, how useless are you?" you groan, shoving him out of the way so you can show him how to do it for the third time.
"okay pour the scented beads in, then the clothes, then the detergent in this compartment, and then you-" you pause, noticing that he is in fact not even listening, just watching you and pretending.
"ugh! pushing 30 and can't even wash clothes, goodluck finding someone to marry you." you complain, clicking buttonson the machine till it starts before shoulder-checking him on the way out the laundry area.
boyfriend!sukuna whos friends just showed up to your guys' place one day, claiming they were going to "hop on the game" together. you didn't mind, he could've outside cheating on you, so this was definitely the better outcome.
you walk out of your room, looking for something to eat while the three men sat on your couch, eating a shit ton of snacks laid across the coffee table with controllers inhand and eyes glued to the tv. you walk into the kitchen, noticing dishes piling in the sink, with a big frying pan on the side with food and grease still on it.
angrily, you stomp over to where sukuna's sitting on the couch and grab him by wrist, not caring if his friends were watching. "get over here." you sighed, dragging him a few feet away until he's standing infrontof the kitchen sink, controller still in hand with that stupid, blank expression on his face.
you take a seccond look at him before reaching your hand towards the back of his head and smacking it just enough for him to feel it. (he doesn't feel anything)
"the fuck was that for?" he complains,
"look at this shit, not only are you a loser, you cant clean up after yourself either!" you exclaim, pointing to the dirty pan sitting on the counter.
sukuna grumbles in response.
"if the food gets stuck, the fire is too hot, or you need to soak it in warm water with soap so it'll clean up, not leaving it to stay dirty like a gross piece of shit."
as you scold him, the randoms taking up your couch space, toji and gojo have paused whatever they were doing to listen to you yell at sukuna. toji listens with a shocked face, wondering what spell you cast on sukuna for him to take this treatment.
"...do we help him get out of this..?" toji asks, curiously turning towards gojo for his response.
"nah, trust me, he's exactly where he wants to be."
because at the end of the night, no matter how much you insult and pick at him, he still loves you and how you choose to display your affection for him no matter what. he'll always pick you and knows you'll always pick him.
a/n: to anyone reading this that had to deal with domestic abuse i promise i didnt write this with tha in mind! the girls actions are meant to be playful and endearing, shes not actually mad or anything, its like when you get annoyed at someone for no reason
Megumi x reader ✮ established relationship ✮ hurt/comfort but its like 90% comfort
Summary: after completely shutting down at a group hangout, Megumi helps reader come back.
You don't even feel overwhelmed anymore. Just quiet. Like a switch had been turned off in your brain forcing your vocal chords into shutdown. A dull pressure lingers in your temples and your usually expressive face falls flat.
It was a good idea to remove yourself from the group. With the first years and the second years hanging out all at once, it was only going to get louder from here. Its times like this you're grateful they aren't all that observant once they're trapped in some meaningless debate.
It meant your weak excuse to leave flew right under the radar. Well…for most.
Megumi's radar has a very annoying habit of catching your lies.
At least you're out of there now, arms hugging your knees as you sit on the dampened floor by the water fountain. It felt safe here, maybe because of all the shelter.
Your ruminating was interrupted by footsteps, intentionally light against the tarmac.
Megumi sits. Not touching, not yet, just present. He raises his knees resting his elbows limp against them. Not pushing, not yet, just observing.
Your blank stare. Your cloudy eyes. Your finger tapping shaky rhythms against your wrist.
He's not quite sure you've noticed him yet, aware of your stressed tunnel vision. The tip of his shoe lightly nudges yours.
With that, you tilt. Body slumping against his bicep, cheekbone bumping his shoulder. An arm encircles you like a shell, fingertips tracing lazy spirals against your arm as a kiss is placed on your forehead.
"You done talking for today?" Megumi murmurs against your skin
You nod.
"That's okay…you don't have to talk."
You tap your slowly closing throat.
"Hurts?"
You nod.
"Maki mentioned we might all go get hot chocolate when it gets dark, maybe that'll help?" His nose taps yours as he looks into your eyes, but they're not ready to meet his. Not yet.
You nod.
This is the part where the guilt creeps in. It always does. When he's making such an effort to comfort you, to make you feel stable once more and hold you up for as long as you need to float. But you cant even muster a simple 'thank you'
"Hey none of that." His free hand caresses your cheek, tears teeter over the edge of your dulled eyes, threatening to spill.
Of course he knows what's wrong, he knows how your kind works, he's studied the worried cogs up there for nights on end. Knows the ins and outs like the back of his hand.
Your hands trace shaky letters against his palm.
Im sorry.
The message lingers as that same palm cups your face like porcelain, another peck overlapping the one already placed on your forehead.
"Save that for something that's worth apologising for. You've done nothing wrong, beautiful."
And so he stays, arms wrapped tight around your frame, like a windshield protecting you from the storm.
He'll move when you give him a sign, when you're ready to face people again.
But for now you stay holed up in his comfort. He won't stop being there for you, not yet, not ever.
absolutely clingy, but it’s with the intention of overstimulating you, annoying you and irking you
he lives to rage bait you
“who else will piss you off if not me?”
enjin likes his alone times, but most of all he loves when you’re there. he doesn’t need you to talk, he just like your presence, that quiet assurance that you’re there. no need for words or needless touches. just existing in silence beside one another. can be either just existing in the same space or going for walks without an exact destination
the type to make you smoke if you’ve never done it.
oh! but if you already liked smoking then just know he’s a hypocrite.
“those are bad for you,” he’d say seriously.
you’d just make a face, “you’re doing it too??”
“yeah but i’m me.”
“enjin just shut the fuck up before i burn you with it.”
he likes when you touch him. when your hand rests on his thigh, your arm over his shoulder or you cling to his arm. your touch to him feels genuine and warm, he loves it.
constantly acts like he doesn’t hear you.
a little too laid back, sometimes he forgets to enter serious mode when it’s needed and it pisses you off. but can you blame him? with you he feels freer than free
him being serious is rare, but it’s so hot. he knows the effect he has on you and him taking advantage of it pisses you off sometimes
when the two of you were in a “situationship” he would pull strings with semi to be paired up with you on missions
he never really compliments your fighting or anything, but boy oh boy does he tease the fuck out of you when you mess up or something
he taught you how to drive HIS WAY. everyone hates you two.
lots of evening card game nights with bro santa and gris.
“YOU CHEATED!”
“SUCK ON MY DICK.”
yeah you two get kicked out fast.
he’s not jealous, he knows who his partner is and he’s damn proud of it.
but he may be a little possessive…
it’s mostly you scolding him and zanka trying to defend enjin (then you scold zanka and rudo thrives off of it.)
he doesn’t share a blanket when sleeping together. “get your own.”
definitely chooses a tattoo for you if you ask.
he’s not much for physical demonstrations of love (like gifting) he’s more verbal and definitely has a unique nickname for you that people would question why he calls you that, but you get his vibe.
he normally make you do all the work on missions. he knows how to bribe you. (wink).
in front of the kids he’d be obnoxiously loving to gross them out, it annoys you most of the times but other times you do it too for the fun of it. (rudo has funny reactions.)
in moments of danger, he genuinely hates when you worry too much over him, but then he feels bad because if you don’t care then who else would?
sometimes he feels like shit for keeping most of his past in a box with tight security, but you reassure him that the present is what matters to you.
“as long as you keep loving me for me, i’ll love you for you. the you that i love. now shut up and come here.”
oh he likes deep, heated kisses. he pouts when it’s a quick peck.
Anyways, Could I please humbly request ftm Alexis Ness ruthlessly edging him then transitioning him to a non stop overstimulation
Aight got my dog 🦮, my bad fam!
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[ PAIRING ] male reader x alexis ness (blue lock)
[ CONTENT ] kaiser's existence is stressful for anyone, but you have a way of dealing with it
[ TAGS ] amab!reader, established relationship, afab!ness (in this ness has not undergone any gender affirming surgery (beware if this makes you uncomfortable in any way), pussy/cunt/dick and others used to refer to ness's genitalia, vaginal sex, praise kink, vibrator, overstimulation, cumming inside
[ A/N ] i received more requests for trans ness than i expected, not complaining though! loved your dog 🤣 (and as always, trans readers, please don't hesitate to correct me if anything here is incorrect or offensive in any way.)
Here we go, just like that, you think to yourself, slippery fingers leaving the warmth of your boyfriend to climb up the inside of his thigh, taking with them the bright purple toy. He trembles violently, legs trying and failing to close with you sitting between them.
"No, no— ah, please—" Ness pleads in despair, his throat hoarse from shouting — you let him waste his voice, always let him go from complaints to murmurs, to eventual begging without trying to silence him.
You glance at the time on the virtual clock. Without noticing, an hour had already passed, and you had finally relieved Ness of all his pent-up stress and irritability, just like only you knew how. It had been a long few minutes of watching the tension transform into something else entirely, until now, when he finally became malleable under your hands.
You could still feel the pulse of his canal around your wet fingers.
"[Naame]…" Ness calls your attention back, panting and upset with the lack of it.
"Yes?" you say, turning your attention away from the clock. "Feeling ready to try again?"
You rub Ness's thighs, the tense muscles contracting beneath your fingers; the purple cord of the vibrator still coiled around your hand. Between his pale thighs, Ness's vagina was a soaked mess, dripping onto the bed. His clitoris was stiff and sensitive, the lips puffy. So much blood accumulated that the skin began to bloom in a darker shade.
You watch Ness descend from the pleasure you built and denied. One more for the count. Glassy purple eyes filled with tears, bitten lips, a line of sweat running down between the mounds of his small, perky breasts. Ness was breathing with such difficulty that you worried he might faint on you.
"Focus on me, baby. Slow down." You know it's hard for Ness to obey when the powerful toy is still vibrating against his leg, far from where he wants it, his hole squeezing around nothing.
"Aah— ple— wan-want your cock, wanna cum," Ness cries, fingers pulling at his own hair, sounding so needy that it goes straight to your cock confined in the pants. "Pleaseplease [name], I neeed it..."
"I know, I know," you silence him, running your thumb over his hard clit. The light touch makes him jump on the bed. "Just breathe," you advise, keeping your hunger and need to destroy your boyfriend under control by pushing the vibrator back inside him. His relaxed, wet hole swallows the small oval object, and you can see it pulsating even from the outside with the power of vibrations.
Ness writhes, screams so loudly it catches you by surprise, trying to pull his legs free from your grip.
You allow it, and Ness immediately pulls his legs close to his body, trembling as the tears that had been gathering begin to stream down his pretty face. He seems unsure what to do with his own body as waves of pleasure wash over him, curling up on his side in bed. Knees against his chest, giving you a perfect view of his soaked pussy between his thighs, gushing liquid.
Unfortunately, you can't see his face contorting in pleasure as he squirts all over the bed.
"That's it, you take it so well, my pretty boy, does that feel good?" you murmur compliments, kissing his thighs, the swollen lips of his pussy, the curve of his ass, his waist. Savoring the sweat on his skin and the shivers. Ness whimpers. "Let me see you, don't hide from me."
Ness obeys, turning his face, even more beautiful with tears and blush. You capture his lips with yours while simultaneously reaching for one of his legs and pulling it up, opening him for you.
"Please, please, too much— take it out—" Ness begs against your mouth, nails digging into your arms. He can barely kiss you back, his mouth clumsy beneath yours, his tongue trying to lick yours back, but only managing to let saliva trickle down his chin.
"Too much?" you repeat, kissing his wet cheek. "But I want to make you come until you can't come anymore."
Nesse's eyes widen in horror, and you laugh affectionately.
Still holding under his knee with one hand, you use the other to undo your pants and pull your cock out. You rub against his soft, wet folds, gently tapping against his sensitive clit in a way that makes Ness try to close his legs again. But you don't let him.
"I'm going to fuck you until you can't take it anymore, and then, when we get to that point, I'm going to fuck you some more," you promise, pushing inside. "Until you lose your voice. Or you faint. Whichever comes first."
"The vibrator—" Ness gasps; you don't stop.
He feels as warm as liquid fire around you and softer than any velvet. It's so easy to sink into his cunt, he's all slippery and squeezing as the vibrator tortures his poor canal. The vibration reaches your dick and goes straight to your balls. Combined with the pleasure from inside Ness, it's maddening.
Ness is coming again and again around you, reduced to raw sounds, hips thrusting against you even though it must hurt. Reduced to nothing but a desperate whore craving cock.
I could live here, you think, deliriously, pounding his cunt, pushing the vibrator deeper inside him. Buried inside Ness, never coming out to breathe.
"Damn, baby, fuck. You love my cock filling you up, don't you?" You grasp one of his tits, small and fitting perfectly in your hand, the hard nipple rubbing against your palm. "The sweetest pussy I've ever fucked. You're fucking perfect, accepting everything I give. The most perfect fucktoy, like you were custom made for me."
The wet sound echoes in the room, skin meeting skin, a muffled squish following each time you're back inside him. Ness babbles beneath you, calling your name, perhaps begging for more, perhaps begging you to stop. His pussy milking you, hungry for your cum.
If only you had more hands...
"Be a good boy and touch your dick for me," you instruct. Ness obeys like a rag doll, only reacting to your command to reach between his legs. His eyes roll back in his skull. You feel the vibrator on the sensitive head of your cock when it reaches the bottom of Ness, with nowhere else to go.
The intense stimulation takes you by surprise, your balls tighten and before you can even think, you're cumming inside him.
Ness groans and tenses like a rope, his insides convulsing frantically, before relaxing completely, his head falling back onto the pillow. You press your hips tense against his ass, gritting your teeth as you empty inside him and the vibrator ruins the head of your cock.
《Coming back from your travels, you run into a familiar face...》
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Blinking at him, you hold out the plate easily. "Here, this should put some meat on your bones." You glance back to the pot. The scent of spices and fried meat wafting through the area.
The male gulps, the aroma, while delicious, something was off.
You were a friend of the Apothecary Maomao, though not mentioned much. The few times he's ever heard of you; you were given the title of odd. Even SHE, had found you... Intriguing.
"Well?" You spare him a glance, keeping a steady rhythm when stirring the soup.
The eunuch sweats as his eyes narrow to the food, squeamish.
Maomao looks away from him, trying to enjoy her meal in peace. She never thought the supposed cool head "Moon Prince", could be so picky. He tried the food at the market, so why now? Smirking at the flaw, Maomao thanks you in her thoughts.
"If you're that scared, it's alright." You state, peeking at Maomao, you note her joyous smile as she sips at the stew.
"But, I would have liked to share a meal with one of Xiaomao's friends."
You say with a soft grumble as the poor eunuch feels his heart race. Guilt clawing at his stomach as he lightly taps the wooden bowl.
Maomao deadpans at the tactic, while efficient (since it would often work with her), it was still bothersome to see.
The male grabs his spoon with a fidgeting hand. Dipping it lightly into the warm broth, he closes his eyes before taking a bite. Swallowing down the smooth flavorful liquid as his eyes open wide at the texture.
"...It's, delicious. Thank you." He smiled, stomach roaring at him for another bite.
"Oh? Good. I'm glad." You cease your stirring, going to the pan beside you. Lifting the lid as the sizzle of steam overtakes the room, you wave it down as you grab another plate.
"Here, 'had some leftover pork, thought' it'd be best to use it with company." You head over to the table, placing down the fried meat.
With a casual hand, you pat his shoulder kindly. Placing the items on the middle of the table for everyone to have.
Face flushed, he takes a eager bite of his meal. Unable to look you in the eye.
Maomao scrunches up her nose in distaste at the male. Stabbing into her portion of meat as she dismisses the idea... Choosing to ignore it and save the headache for another day.
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"Huh... "Apprentice"...? You sure?" You ask the smaller human, chopping up some cabbage as she hands you another. "You told me that you would cease your traveling for the time being. Possibly an opportunity to learn of the culinary dishes in the palace as well."
"Hmm.." You knew there was more to it than that, but you didn't ask. Grabbing a few plates, you lay the grilled meat onto the porcelain.
"Alright, do I need a interview?"
"You passed the first step." She eyes your actions. "You have skill of what's edible and what isn't, most don't. You're care for what you serve and do it with caution." Maomao nodded as you huff mirthfully.
"You would have to ask your friend Jinshi, I doubt he'd take my word for my supposed, "skill." " You smile, handing over the plate. Maomao scoffs at the thought of HIM being a friend.
"I will put a good word in." Xiaomao mumbled, "I.. Would not mine to teach you more, of course. And I'm sure I can learn from you as well."
Maomao is quiet, snacking on the fruit you had cut as she eyes your back.
"Found' some mushrooms on my traveling, I don't know if they're poisonous or not. Figured you'll have more fun figuring it out."
You reply as an excited gasp leaves Maomao as she goes to grab your bag. Eagerly digging through it until she found her prize.
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Slamming the table, you keep steady on the dough. Flour sprinkled here or there on your skin as you hum.
"If you're gonna' keep staring, you might as well help." You don't look away from the task as the purple haired beauty blinks at the forward remark.
Playing it off with a polite smile, he emerges closer into the room with his servant behind him.
"I wanted to see to it personally on how your first week is here."
Slamming the dough harshly, the two men jump at the sound, They honestly thought the table would break in two.
"It's very hospital, thank you."
Jinshi walks a few steps closer, peering over your shoulder in quiet curiosity. A small laugh leaves you at the sight of him.
"Would you want to try?" You offer politely.
Surprised, the young man raises his head at you. "Kneading it isn't always the fun part, but..."
You slam the dough down more softly. "You need patience, being careful with each step."
*Slam!*
"Because without that, the dough can't rise to its needed structure."
Jinshi blinks, taken aback by your words...
He leaves your side for a moment, going over to the washing bucket. Cleaning his hands and drying them off before returning back beside you. Stary-eyed with a strange smile as Gaoshun pinches his forehead, exasperated at him.
You look at him, "So, you wanna' learn then?"
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"NO!" You bemoan. "You can't just expect it rise without yeast!" You chide as you hand over the specific item. Albeit strained with your teachings, you helped the poor man with his goal of making bread.
He was a bit overconfident in the beginning though..
"Ah I see.. So like this?" His chest puffs happily, showing you a barely mixed batch of mix.
You watch him focus on his task, sweat on his brow as he flattens the dough. He was diligent, not one to give up so easily, you could give him that.
You tap his shoulder. "I'll take over from here," you reply as the man stops. Looking as if he wanted to retort, clearly, he wanted to finish up. "Yes, thank you. (L/N) for this impromptu cooking lesson." His servant steps forward, nodding to his Master with a frown,
Jinshi's lips curl into themselves, a hint of pout on his face. Yet he relents. "Thank you for the experience and wisdom. I shall take my leave." He flounces out of the room, his smile more than polite.
'That was hard to watch...' Maomao complains, watching you finish up. A proud look crossing your face, the girl is taken aback. Here she thought that look was reserved for her...
'Damn him...'
Without much thought, you take the bread out of the oven, showing the final product.
"Hmm... It's not bad."
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Notes:
I wanted to try writing a Senshi inspired reader without being blatant! Just a small idea I've had for awhile! I think Jinshi is a interesting character to write for! And moamao is utterly hilarious! Just felt like trying something new!
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Omggg would you ever make a part 2 for the enjin “come home with me” fic? I loveddd your writing :))
Almost In Love
Enjin x reader | A part two to Come Home With Me, but can be read as a stand alone. Thank you for the request !! Please enjoy <3
Warnings: 18+ only, sexual content, smoking, swearing, reader is a woman in this one.
Description: The reader has come home, but is it really working out?
Your cheek is on Enjin’s bare chest, drool spilling out of the corner of your mouth and painting over his tattoos. He tries to keep his breath slow and subtle so he can feel the heat escaping your lips, blowing through the short hairs on his body. Every time you exhale, a nearly silent whistle slips between your front teeth, serenading him.
One of his hands comes up to rest on the back of your head and he tangles his fingers in your hair as he contemplates how precious you look, how happy he is to have you in his bed again. Not even sexually, just with him.
“You’re such a good woman,” Enjin whispers.
“Don’t I know it,” you yawn and press your open mouth against his pec.
He raises his brows, then cracks a smirk.
“You’re awake?”
“Clearly.” you sigh, rolling over so your back is against him. “You woke me up with your fawning over me.”
You raise your arms to drag your knuckles along his jawline and look up at him with a tired but teasing eye. The other eye is closed, your lashes glued together with crusted sleep, a sign that you weren’t ready to wake up yet.
“I wasn’t fawning over you,” says Enjin rather proudly. Another of his white lies that he hopes you won’t catch.
“What were you doing then?”
He can tell you’re quickly growing annoyed at him. You’re chewing your bottom lip and you’ve dropped your hands down to pull at the loose threads on the seam of your singlet.
He’s sure you think he’s predictable when he asks, “you got a cigarette?” to avoid your question.
A nod and you take his wrist, pushing his hand into the pocket of your pyjama pants. He finds the packet, and though it’s been flattened by your sleeping position the actual cigarettes are more or less intact. A couple are bent and one looks like it might be tearing at the end, but they should be fine. He pops one of the straight ones in his mouth and puts the packet on his bedside table next to the necklace you took off before you fell asleep. You glare at this, and he returns it to your pocket, but he can’t seem to find a lighter.
“I don’t understand you,” you say after he maintains such a long silence that you get the idea that he won’t be answering your question.
“What? I feel like we understand each other fairly well.”
You scoff and sit up, pinning his stomach under your bum and cradling his torso with your thighs. He makes an attempt, a very concentrated attempt, not to look down at the space between your legs where your shorts are riding up. The edges of your underwear are poking out. They’re an expensive pair he bought you for your birthday last year.
Back then, you’d argued about them, complaining that Enjin was the only one who got a present out of a pair of red, rose-patterned lace undies with a floss-width string up the arse. Reluctantly, he had to go buy you another present to make up for it. A bouquet of roses and the matching bra. The look you gave him when you found the see-through bra amongst the flowers was enough to kill a man, but he only laughed. He let you milk him dry that night and called that your real present.
Once he realises he’s been staring at your underwear for the last thirty seconds, completely lost in his memories, his eyes slick— sorry, flick up to look at your face.
“I just don’t understand how one minute, you’re on your knees begging me to come home with you—”
“—I wasn’t on my knees, exactly—”
It’s probably not the best idea to make a sex joke right now.
“—and the next you’re telling me you aren’t fawning over me. Is it so hard for you to treat me right?” you say, staring at him with a glossy-eyed frown.
Through those eyes, Enjin rewatches the last few years of your shared lives. There’s a romance in them that he’s unused to. He’s grown so accustomed to the anger and resentment usually directed at him, and the nonchalant, egotistical attitude he usually directs at you, or at women more broadly.
“Hey,” he begins softly as he sits up and you slide down into his lap, “babe, I’m trying my best to treat you the way you’re supposed to be treated.”
He gets the sudden feeling that he’s burning Rome before he even manages to build it.
“Why won’t you just admit it then? Why do you have to backtrack every time you’re almost in love with me?” you squint at him, so full of anger that he can feel it pulsing through you, yet your voice hasn’t raised at all.
“Do we have to argue?” he practically whines.
Underneath you, he starts rocking his hips and grips your waist to make you bounce. When you close your eyes he can’t tell whether it’s in submission to the movement, or retaliation. You’re breathing heavily which might be a good sign, and your pants feel as though they’re getting hotter on top of his bulge which is definitely a good sign.
But then your eyes open, looking away as if they can’t stand the sight of him. You push yourself off him, standing up beside the bed and rubbing your eyes free of sleep. A few of your things are scattered around the room: a handbag, toothbrush, some condoms he can tell you regret bringing, a suitcase of clothes. All of them pre-move-in items you managed to throw into the van as you excitedly left the town house ready to go home. So much for that. So much for this.
“I don’t want to have sex with you, Enjin,” you spit.
“Why were you in my bed, then?” he says without thinking.
“I came here for the kid,” you say firmly.
“Then stay and meet him,” he responds.
You scoff, grab your things, and storm out the door. Enjin follows only seconds later, his long stride carrying him much faster than yours does. His hands are in his pockets and his back arched as he tries to look at ease while racing through the hallways after you. The beat of Tamsy’s obnoxious music and the fight erupting between two overeager teenagers somewhere close by competes with the drum of his heart in his ears.
When you reach the reception area, he’s finally caught up to you. His hand grabs your wrist as yours grabs the door handle. You turn to him and a scowl rips across your face. He can feel Semiu’s gaze on his back.
“You, uh, forgot your necklace,” Enjin tells you.
With a sigh, you pull your shirt and hair away from your skin and let him fasten the chain around your neck. You don’t let go of the handle. He takes his sweet time, and when it’s done, you open the door.
“Please… Please don’t do this to me again,” he whispers, “please don’t walk out of here. I can’t take it.”
You pause, look up at the sky, and shake your head. He curves his neck to get a glance outside and sees the black clouds of his good fortune rolling into town. He’s starting to like the rain.
“Enjin,” you start, “I think we need to stop having sex. It seems to be the only thing you care about, other than smoking.”
“Okay.”
Letting go of the door, you turn around and disappear into the building. He watches you go, his shoulders tense and his chest so tight he might need to go see Eishia for some healing.
Behind the reception desk, Semiu adjusts her glasses and clears her throat. Enjin doesn’t want to hear whatever it is she has to say, but he has an inkling that she won’t let him get away without an earful.
“All of these theatrics could be avoided if you would just be honest with her. Stop with your lies. She needs to know you love her, you dumb womaniser.”
Synopsis: You and Shidou finally have a home date after him being away for so long due to the Blue Lock programme continuing after the U-20 match. Shidou wanted to show off the new things he learnt under the teachings of PXG.
WC: 250
Reblogs are greatly appreciated <333
WARNING: MAY BE OOC
“Soooo, you’re telling me Charles is your guy?” You asked, smiling at Shidou with a fond look on your face as you watched the way he rambled on about his time competing in the NEL.
“Yeah babe, dude’s passes are impeccable, he sends the ball where I can explode right into it!” Shidou exclaimed, using hand motions to further emphasise his point.
“He’s from France, right?”
“Yup! I’ve actually learnt a few words in French because of him and the others,” He nodded his head proudly, making his way to finally sit next to you on the bed after the enthusiastic re-enactment of his goal that he badly wanted to show off, even though you did watch it live on TV.
“Words like bonjour is ‘hi’, tu es pénible is 'you are annoying' and je m’appelle is ‘my name is’, though trying to get the right nouns is a bit difficult.”
“Is that it? Anything else?” You questioned, just wanting to hear him speak even more.
“Oh and… Je t’aime… Shoot what did that mean again?” Shidou tilted his head trying to recall what it meant.
“I know that one,” You quickly spoke up, turning your head to him in a flash, getting all excited.
“I love you!”
Shidou smirked as he got you to fall for his trap. Before you could say anything else, he immediately jumped onto you, making you lie fully flat on the bed as you suffered under his weight as he brought you into a cuddle.
“Me too, I love you too!”
A/n: Not too sure if the french is 100% correct that was purely based off memory of when I did french in my GCSEs though i did make sure google translate said the same thing 😭
