♱’¡!≡≡ BEDTIME
tw. noncon!!! and r4pe mentions, forced cuckolding, patronization, threesome, tiny bit pseudo-cesty, dom/sub themes, foul dirty talk
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=== kinktober 2025 ===
a/n. ♡♡ after a very long wait I finallyyyyy finished this fic dear god <33 bless enjin that man is so fuckinggggg fine and I was so tempted to do another brother fucking fic but I tried to do smt different for once hAHAHHA I really like cucking so I hope I can write it some more sometimes eEEHH thank you for reading my loves
enjin x fem!reader x nijiku zanka
The headquarters is in an uproar. The front door’s been swung open. It lets in the most awful, whistling gust of wind as people run in and out with flashlights. There’s uncomfortable chatter in the air, glances that sting. And you, you’re trying your very best to keep a frown off of your face. To not blame everyone whose eyes linger too long. Easier said than done. After the person rummaged through rooms and left in a hurry in the night, presumably along with whatever it was that they broke in for in the first place, you’ve been left with this nagging feeling.
A sticky, uncomfortable edge that grates your nerves down to nothing.
How did anyone with ill intent even get past the front gates and far enough down the hall not to be noticed? In such a busy building, it’d be near impossible to slip in and out undetected. And then there’s the more important question. Why?
As far as the counts have been able to confirm, no one is missing, everyone’s vital instruments have been accounted for. None of the Givers or the Supporters seem to have lost any other items either, though that’s obviously harder to confirm. You don’t go to sleep counting every piece of clothing, paper document or souvenir in your possession. Among the worried fretting of well-meaning coworkers, you’re slumped on the couch with your hands pressed over your ears like you’re physically trying to drown out the noise.
Your head falls back against the couch. Zanka’s draped onto your side like he’s trying to use his body to shield you, one arm wrapped around your back to squeeze your shoulder, and the free hand petting your temple with soft swipes off his thumb. “How’re ya feelin’?”
You let out a long sigh, too long, before nudging your face into his throat. The warmth of him isn’t doing much to soothe your headache, but it’s helpful in other ways. “Tired,” you mumble, letting the fresh scent of his soap fill your senses. “I’m angry. And worried. And I don’t get any of it.”
His face brushes against your hair as he hums in agreement, pulls you a bit closer still. He doesn’t have to say it. By the way he sways you back and forth against him, it’s obvious he’s trying. Ignoring the steady peak of discomfort that’s kept goosebumps on your neck for the last hour. He nuzzles you to his heart’s content, and you don’t mind the display a second. “I agree with ‘ya, baby. I am too.” You want sleep. It’s early, and your head is starting to throb harder by the minute. You can feel the dark circles pull under your eyes.
“We’ve checked every room twice over,” Gris’ deep voice meets the pair of you as he walks up, squatting before you to give an empathetic, worried smile. “I know it’s not much, but at the very least, you don’t have to worry about anyone hiding out anywhere.” He pats a large hand on your knee, then squeezes it. “How is she?” He asks Zanka.
“Tired. Hm, baby?” You are.
You don’t even fight the way your head drops against Zanka’s chest when he shifts to give you more room, your eyes fluttering closed. You make a vague noise of agreement, and let him situate you until you’re in his lap. The ache shifts and instinctively, you brace yourself. On the back of your eyelids the image plays like a projection in your mind.
A crouched, heavy shape lingering above your face as you shot awake in the darkness of your room. Into consciousness, letting out a panicked scream as the person bolted down the hall.
You still feel the sweat on your waxy skin at the image, the sheer terror. Gris gets onto the couch with the both of you and makes you lean off kilter. “Some rooms have been turned upside down, but yours was definitely ravaged the worst.”
“This kinda stuff is why I asked ‘ta room with ‘er before this,” Zanka says in exasperation, talking through your hair at the people around. “It’s not safe.”
It’s with a soft pat on your head that the other mentor makes his presence known. He shifts the weight of his hand from your head to Zanka’s, where he ruffles the younger man’s hair too. Enjin lets out a noise of deep thought, before also shoving himself into the couch in between you and Gris. He leans past you to playfully poke a finger into his kouhai’s chest. “Zanka, you get that we can’t just let every couple room together. S’ Corvus’ rules, kiddo.” When the brunet sighs, Enjin leans back to give you some space. “This is a place of employment at the end of the day.”
Before you can even think about it, you absentmindedly frown, and tangle your fingers with Zanka’s. “We wouldn’t be doing anything with everyone else around…” Enjin makes an unbelieving face at your statement, but you can’t be bothered to rephrase it.
If Zanka was with you, you wouldn’t have been so scared. If he was in your bed with you, you know the intruder wouldn’t have felt so comfortable staring at you while you were sleeping for however long he did. Your hairs are still standing on end, you notice. From beside you, Zanka’s fingers dig a bit deeper into your skin and settle under the edge of your shirt to keep petting you- much like a stray cat.
After a few moments of needed silence, Enjin turns his whole body to face you. His fingers slip under your chin where he forces your face up into his view and your lashes flutter.
He scans your face, your bags, smudged eyeliner from the night before. Turns you here and there for his fretting, treating you like a toddler. If it were anyone else, you’d smack them off of you— but it’s Enjin. The Enjin who brought you here without any questions or strings attached. He saved your life from that rotting dump you used to call home; and would lay his own safety down for any of you. So you dutifully let him take his time studying you, even as your eyes wander past him to the room.
Zanka’s thumbing stops, but he doesn’t say anything either. When Enjin lets you go, he nods to himself. “You’re not scared, are you?”
“No.” You melt back into your boyfriend’s side and he wraps his other arm back around your waist to pull you in.
“Yeah, you wouldn’t be, huh. Gris, Corvus, Bro and I are all here on watch.” He smiles wide, dimples showing as he pets your crown again. “You’ve got so many big, strong men here to watch out for you.” He nods. “I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”
“Tch.” Zanka can’t take it any more, and pushes his tattooed hand off to pull you fully on top of his body, basically flattening you to his chest. “That’s fine and all, but stop touching my girlfriend. An’ I’m not gonna let anythin’ happen to ‘er.”
+
Zanka’s not been able to keep his hands off of you since that morning, be it out of worry or a renewed need to prove he’s man enough to protect you on his own. It’s basically a miracle that he can drag himself off you for long enough to press a kiss to your forehead and walk up the stairs alone. Doesn’t mean you don’t miss it as soon as it goes, though. “It won’t take long, I’ll be back soon.”
“It’s okay, take your time.”
“I love ya’,” he whispers before heading up the stairs to his old family home two at a time, waving as he disappears. Considering the relationship he has with his family already, it’s for the better that you aren’t dragged inside their pristine halls. Some past raider girl they picked off of the street. It would only subject you to mean glares that you’re not sure you have the fortitude to withstand right now.
When you stuff your hands deep in your pockets and turn back towards the jeep, Enjin -who offered himself up a willing victim to drive- waves you over. He’s leaning against the vehicle too casually, taking the cigarette he just lit from between his lips and holding it out to you instead. You accept. Can’t knock the habit… because of Enjin. He puts a new one for himself, and blows a perfect circle of smoke into the distance. “You should try to stop. ‘S a bad habit, kiddo.”
“You’re real funny, Enjin.”
He snorts. You aren’t really listening. Your eyes flick from the foreign scenery, to the slight remnants of snow still remaining on the sidewalks, the clean air and pristine streets of Kamutari. It’s been days, but the image haunts the spaces between conversations. But there’s nothing left to say, no resolution. You can only sit and suffer.
Though it does you no good, you convince yourself you saw more than you did. Recognized something in the shadow. The sense of familiarity eats at you more than the fear.
You didn’t know them. You don’t know anyone who’d do something like that. Zanka agrees.
“...Why did you bring me to the cleaners, back then?”
Enjin looks down his shoulder at you where you come to rest your butt against the cold metal too. The cigarette burns red hot at the tip as smoke fills your lungs, and you stare at the gravel under your shoes. “You could’ve gotten rid of me. Could’ve sent me back to the raiders, or gave me over to one of those men who pay for girls in the East Ward. It would’ve been a lot easier for you.”
He thinks for a moment, then chuckles. You’re not sure what he’s laughing at. You, the situation, or himself. “You’re thankful I didn’t, right? You got right on getting Zanka wrapped around your little finger as soon as you arrived. B’sides, I know you’re as crazy about him as he is you.” He chuckles again, blowing some of the ash from his fingers. “It’s my big saviour complex.”
Your lashes flutter against the cold wind. Enjin’s so good at setting you at ease by saying absolutely nothing. He has a stunning ability to twist the truth of a situation. Considering everything, the break in was most likely because of who you are. Which means you’re putting everyone in danger, which means Corvus should kick you out onto the street if he knows what’s good for him.
“What’s going on with you?” He questions softer, letting waves of smoke slip through his lips. He’s probably right. What a bad habit. Your mentor stares at the side of your face for long enough to draw out goosebumps on your skin.
Because you don’t find the words you need to explain what you’re feeling, you simply push your hand deeper into your jacket pocket. Enjin clicks his tongue. “Fine, whole truths then… I took you with me ‘cause I wanted to keep you. That’s all. I would’ve done it even if we weren’t strapped for givers. Stuffed you under my mattress or something. That’s not what you wanna hear, right?”
He taps the ash out onto the side of the jeep, and leans into your space ‘til you’re nose to nose.
His breath tingles your cheeks, and long, dark lashes make his golden eyes even more striking. “I’m selfish like that. You needed protecting, and I needed someone to protect… I like ‘ya.” Without any warning, no second blink or twitch or reason — he leans down to slot his mouth over yours, hot, soft lips pressing into yours. He makes you crane your neck up as he wraps two arms around your waist and picks you up from the floor too easily, still kissing you deeper. The cig falls out of your fingers onto the floor, before he puts you back down onto wobbly legs.
Your eyes stay wide open, lightheaded.
Your mouth gapes like a dead fish as your head spins. What just happened. He pulls you into his side under his arm, and moves on with another drag of his own cigarette. “Get closer, you’re freezing. C’mere. Zanka better be hurrying up, huh? His precious little girlfriend’s waiting, freezing her ass off.” The scent of him fills your lungs through the smoke where you’re pressed to his ribs, shoulders up high, and try to shake yourself out of the shock.
Don’t freak.
Don’t make it weird, don’t say anything - your mind begs.
You can’t lose this. It was basically a peck. Enjin’s always treated you like family. He looks after you like you’re an overgrown toddler.
You won’t make it weird.
+
On the drive back, you worm your fingers between Zanka’s while he’s halfway lulled to sleep. His steady breathing halts as he cracks an eye open at you, just one, as you lay yourself against his chest. Feel the way his chest rises and falls against your cheek. He buries his nose into your hair. “Anxious to get back home? This was a really long trip, I’m sorry for draggin’ ya along.” He lets out a thoughtful noise when you don’t respond.
“Still cold?”
“Who said that, Enjin?” You ask. Same Enjin who’s yawning and flicking through radio stations in the front seat, attempting to watch the road.
“Mhm.”
“I’m cold, Zanka.” You’re not sure if it's the temperature as much as it is the icy shivers running down your spine though. It leads you to cling to him a bit harder, fist your free hand into his jacket, as you nuzzle closer. Pant hot breaths against his skin and feel how your boyfriend’s body tenses. “Can I sleep in your bed tonight? Hm?” Your lips settle over his pulse, and you lay a few kisses there for good measure. “I love you.”
His one open eye becomes two, and he glances at Enjin through the rearview mirror quickly. “... Fu—ck, baby. You wan’ ta?” His hands detach from you to wrap around your thighs instead, as he hikes you higher up on his lap. “You wan’ me to let you sleep in my bed, hm? It’s been a while, y’sure?” So selfless. Always so thoughtful of what you need, first. Your hands go to his collar, one you unzip a bit to get more room to his throat, and put your mouth there as you nod. He lets out a deep breath, and nestles himself a bit further back into the car seat, letting his head drop back.
When your face is by his mouth, he leans in to kiss you. Softly, at first. Then his mouth presses harder, and he dips his tongue between your lips for a moment before gathering your hair into a ponytail in his fist, and humming. “Pretend to sleep by the time we get back,” his hips move under you to get a more comfortable angle, and his body length is pressed against you. It’s also not the only thing you can feel press against you. He softly groans, glances over your shoulder again at the driver, then pulls you in again to lay another needy kiss on your mouth. “I’ll carry you to the room, and… figure somethin’ out. Give ya whatever ya need, baby.”
+
The drive back is long enough for Zanka’s distracted petting and touching to actually put you to sleep when you close your eyes. Evidently, you only notice this when you’re awoken halfway to the room, carried bridal style through the empty halls of headquarters, and squeeze your eyes back closed. You snuggle into his ribs and hum into the touch, and he lets out a chuckle through his nose.
You feel him shift you to open the door, lets it fall closed behind him and then deposits you in the bed. When you land, you can’t help but giggle. Because of the situation of your co-housing, you don’t get nearly as much private time together as you’d like. You can’t help being all giddy now. Your cheeks feel hot, and your body’s tingling. He locks the door with a swift click. Your face is still pressed into his pillow as you splay out onto the soft bedding of Zanka’s mattress and roll onto your side in the dark. “I’m sorry I really fell asleep. It’s sexy when you carry me around, though.”
“Uhuh?”
Wait. Your eyes open—
—as large hands press your wrists to the bedding and an awfully heavy body pins you down to the bed by kneeling over your legs. Immediately, pain radiates up your limbs and your eyes pull open wide. Even though your eyes are still adjusting to the dark, the shape above you is much, much too built to be Zanka. Your heart starts rattling in your ribcage, and you open your mouth to scream, but Enjin shuts you up by kissing you.
Through the dark, you know the scent, and see his blonde lashes as they basically sweep along yours while his tongue invades your mouth. That slightly musky, woody scent, of ash and soap and coconut shampoo. You make noises and struggle hard against him, but it’s really no competition. He’s not even straining to keep you in place, only pulls back to lick his lips and pant into your face. “Shhh, shhhh, quiet. We don’t wanna wake people.”
“Get the hell off of me, Enjin- p-please, why are you here?! Zanka’s gonna come, and-” Your stressed whispering catches in your throat as tears overtake your breathing, and a pitiful squeak sounds from your throat though you don’t want it to. He squeezes your wrists tighter, but hums in agreement.
A mocking, patronizing soft hum that an exasperated parent gives their fussy child. You start worming and trying to kick just because of it, and strain against his strength to escape. Without result. “Don’t do that, you’ll hurt yourself. Aw, babygirl…” Something about the way he says it makes you so angry, thick tears start bubbling up and dropping into your boyfriend’s pillow the instant he opens his mouth again. “What are you so mad about? Ya don’t need to cry, it’s okay.”
“Let go, Enjin. You’re crossing the line.”
“Am I?” His look turns devious in the dark, staring you down with so much amusement it’s sickening. He shouldn’t be taking this much pleasure in toying with you. If this is his sick version of a joke, it’s not fucking funny. Your vision clears through the watery blinking. His big, tattooed body’s weight presses into you and forces you into the slats of the bed. He leans in close enough to be nose to nose, and his slight, lovestruck smile is creating a dimple in his cheek.
“You like being Zanka’s girl? You never wanna hurt him, right?” His mouth moves to your ear, and you can taste the smoke on his breath. “I really think you guys are too cute, y’know.”
You should scream, but the right words stick in your throat. When his warm lips slide along your cheek and wind down your throat to take more than he should, you shiver, and the grip around your wrists loosens. “S-stop messing around, Enjin. It’s not funny.”
“I want to hear you say it. Can you? Say, ‘I love my boyfriend’.” This can’t be- real. He’s your protector. The one who pulled you out of the mud and lifted you into his arms with so much confidence that you were certain nothing would ever happen to you again. That no one would ever take that spot of your shadow again. Oppressive and needy and always there. Dark and aching, but familiar. Oh.
The familiar feeling you felt — Your thoughts stop halfway through thinking it, as thick tears start rolling down your cheeks. You can’t. This can’t be happening for real. “I love, hck- love my boyfriend,” you parrot.
You don’t know why. You want to grab him by his stupid head of hair and pull until he bleeds, for doing this to you. Ruining everything. But you can’t. Your useless limbs refuse to move, as if the fear has frozen them solid. “Enjin,” you sputter instead, through tears, “I love my boyfriend. Please.” As his touch takes over you, a knee shoved between your thighs, his wandering lips sliding down your chest and nipping at your skin, there’s a weirdly distant feeling that takes over.
“I know you do, poor thing. I know.” Enjin doesn’t stop praising you. “I knew you’d cry. Scared ‘ya, didn’t I.” One hand is enough to start fiddling with your shirt and pulling it down enough to expose you to the cold, cupping your tits through your bra— one too comfortable and too flimsy to stop you from feeling exactly how his fingers slide over your nipples before he slips hands under that too. “You’re so pretty, baby love. Talk to me.” Your chest rises and falls against his groping hands. They pinch and make you squirm despite yourself. Then your pants get pulled down along with your underwear, and Enjin shifts fully off the bed to admire his work. “Fucking shit, you’re so cute. Got such a pretty, little cunt— I mean, I knew you would, but still…”
He kneels by your side to place his chin onto your thigh and press a few kisses there, before he runs those thick, hot fingers over your pussy and pushes into your slit. His fingers are thick enough that the intrusion aches the first time, and Enjin grins when you wince at the sting. “So damn cute. Zanka’s so lucky, ain’t he. Ain’t he?”
“I want- Zanka,” you sob to no one, like the universe will hear.
At least he’s kind enough to spit before sliding in a second finger, and moving your legs aside more to make room for his hand. “Mhm, I know.” His other one lifts your arms to his neck, where he moves to hang over you again. “I hear you, baby.” Those long lashes basically brush yours when he dips to kiss your nose, then your mouth again. Your lips crack open against his mouth because of the way he slides his fingers so deep, so much deeper than you’re used to— and it fucking hurts. Bad.
But the heat that overtakes your body feels good too, and you pant and cry against him. “Don’t worry, I don’t wanna hurt you too badly. It’s not like I hold a grudge or anything. But Zanka doesn’t know how to share, so he really leaves me no choice.” He slides his fingers in and out until you’re winding yourself up to a peak, and a wet clicking noise starts to ring out.
“No, no, no~ stop,” your tears flood your face with embarrassment, hot, pure mortification. “Please stop.”
Like he knows you won’t fight him, Enjin hums into your mouth before kissing you again. Deeply, sucking your tongue and mixing spit with yours. His three fingers slide in and out as his thumb presses your clit, and you have to squeeze your eyes closed to keep yourself from moaning. You don’t want it to, but it feels good. Better than you could ever admit to yourself. He tongues you until you’re left a whimpering mess below him, full of his fingers and spit— and Enjin can’t help but gleefully grin at the sight. “That feel good? Hm?”
You shake your head left and right as hard as you can, but your cheeks are glowing. Your body’s betraying you. You hate it. You want to say you hate him for doing this to you— so why can’t you? The blond must know you’re lying because he pulls his fingers from between your legs, and slips them into his mouth with a mean, loud smack. He sticks his tongue out to lick his lips too, making a show out of your shame. You manage to pull your legs closed when he leaves the space to stand beside the bed, but that’s all you can do.
That, and watch as he regards you with a glint in his eye. Walks over to the bathroom, and lifts his hand to the doorknob. “You’re such a sweet girlfriend, ain’t ‘ya.” Your heart falls all the way through your body to your toes. Stomach tied in a knot— as Enjin pushes open the door. And in the dim light, reveals another familiar figure. You haven’t stopped crying, but it starts with a renewed vigor as he pulls him by his collar and tosses your boyfriend onto the floor. His arms and legs bound with so many ropes it must be painful.
“Zanka!” You forget your nudity to tumble off of the bed and get beside him, and your lashes flutter a million times in an attempt to get a clear view of his face. You can’t keep eye contact with him, but start by pulling off the tape over his mouth. “I am— I-”
You’re unable to get the words out. You’re still exposed, your pussy wet and glistening, as you collapse against him where he’s propped up against the bed. And maybe it’s delusion, but you trick yourself into thinking that the wide-eyed, mortified look on his face isn’t pure disgust at you. “Zanka… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry- I love you.” He shakes his head, and mumbles something back through the gag that sounds vaguely like a reply.
Before you get the change to finish unpacking him from his cage, Enjin’s back to finish you off entirely.
“You guys are so fucking sweet.” Enjin places his large hands under your shirt to slip it over your head, and pulls your body back into him where he kneels behind you. You’re not sure when his shirt got tossed, but your cold skin gets warmed by hot, tattooed touch. “You like my present for you? See, I’m not that bad, right?” He pulls you up by your thighs until you’re up in his lap, and hooks his chin over your shoulder. “Got a good view, Zanka?”
It’s unfair, how he pulls your legs to your chest to expose you. How his spit and fingers left your pussy a drooling, sad mess and your face is already flushed and marred with too many tears to count. They’ve dried and run down your nose and chin, and they’re shimmering on your chest now. Enjin’s deep voice blows past your shoulder with a chuckle, as he worms one hand back between your wet lips to swipe the slick up to your clit. “Gonna borrow your girlfriend for a little while. That’s alright by you, isn’t it?” Though Zanka’s eyes are wild and unfocused as he starts angrily jerking around, you can’t help but notice that he’s flushed like you are. And— “I’ve seen how you look at us, Zanka-chan. No need to lie.”
He grinds his cock against you from behind as your pussy clenches around nothing, clit tingling until it hurts to even be touches by the dry air; and Enjin clicks his tongue. “Your boyfriend’s a pervert. He likes seeing another man play with you.” Your eyes widen, as the blond lifts you and places you gentle as ever into Zanka’s covered lap instead, letting you feel the coarse fabric of his Cleaner’s uniform. Zanka’s muffled voice comes out, and you try to shift against him. But you can’t ignore the feeling. He’s hard. Zanka’s cock presses against you as he gets red in the face and squeezes his eyes closed, and you can feel just how hard he is through the layer of protection.
His head is back against the mattress as silvery tears start pooling at the corners of his eyes. You can’t help it, you wrap your arms around his neck and press your mouth over where his mouth would be if he wasn’t gagged. Your voice catches in your throat, but you force it out, however tiny and squeezed it comes. “It’s okay, it’s okay. I love you the way- you are.” When you hug your poor boyfriend tighter, Enjin takes the moment to yank your ass back until you’re in line with his hips, and he pushes the already ruined boxers down to let his cock push up against you.
Against your stupid fucking pussy that flutters too eagerly at the touch. “See, we all have a nasty little secret. Zanka likes seeing his girlfriend get used, you like getting forced down onto someone else’s cock—” He presses his chest against your back to press his lips over your ear. His fingers force the spongy head of his cock into your cunt, making it squeeze and flutter against him as your cheek brushes Zanka’s. And the blond lets out a deep sigh. “And I’ve been wanting to rape your little cunt since I got ‘ya.”
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