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Captain Star II

Nepo baby Enjin loves his college life for three main reasons: unlimited girls to screw, plenty of partying, and great basketball to play. Enjin is the star captain of the basketball team and an undercover bright, lazy attorney student. A career he doesn't want for himself.

Enjin's college life takes a sharp turn when he meets a girl he cannot charm. You teach him that not everyone lives with their head up their ass. You'll have to put him in his place.

tags>> gachiakuta!collegeau, enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, college!life, slice!of!life, fluff, romance, angst, mutual pining, slow burn, porn with plot, filth smut, d/s, soft!dom enjin, reader is lowkey a freak, oral sex(m/f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, praise kink, dirty talk, explicit speech, spyxfamily inspo, mentions of jjk sukuna.

wc: ±42k, reading time approx. 3.5 hours. the only reason this fic is posted in two parts is because tumblr caps 1000 paragraphs max. story begins in pt1.

part 1 part 2

“I have another present for you.”

Your head fell to the side. You untangled the blanket, throwing it around his shoulders to envelop him and share the warmth. A love burrito. “You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to,” Enjin snickered in return, getting comfortable within your cocoon. He rested his hands on your hips, drawing lazy circles over your clothed hipbones. “We’re going to Damiano David’s concert tomorrow night.”

Your eyes widened out of their orbits. “You’re joking.”

“Nope. The tickets are in my bedroom. With the other half of the present.”

The dazzling smile on your face betrayed the tone of your voice. “Enjin…I don’t know what to say.”

Your happiness was so beautiful and so contagious.

“Merry Christmas, princess. That's all you have to say.”

And truly, there were no words left to speak when you looped your arms around his neck, lips crashing with his, and the blanket falling desolate. Enjin seized your body as you surrendered yourself to him, hands in a frantic search for a suitable spot to hold you. Your nose bumped against his in the heat of the moment, chest pressed flat against his.

The kiss wasn't patient by any means; it was desperate and hungry, releasing the longing and the wanting overwhelming you both. Enjin didn't kiss you with hunger; he kissed you with memory, like he was recalling how your lips felt against his own from another lifetime together. In the mess of your teeth clashing, tongues colliding, and strained panting, every fear and every uncertainty came together, the way they were supposed to.

Enjin held you when you gasped for air, your silhouette trembling with emotion. He could not withhold a smirk. "You're a good kisser."

"I said I was a virgin, not a nun," you countered, fingers tangling in the material of the shirt at his nape.

"We don't have to do this," he said softly, lifting your chin up with the back of his hand, "I need you to be absolutely sure that you want this, and that you're comfortable enough to do it."

You looked at him, revelling in the way his expression darkened when you rubbed your thigh against his painfully hard cock. "I want this. I want you," then, almost fearful, "Do you not want me?"

A singular scoff was the only reaction Enjin could give. "My dick has been living in a tent ever since I met you, beautiful. It's not that."

"Then?"

Maybe Enjin was trying to pep-talk himself that he was the one who needed to be ready.

"Your first time is supposed to be special and stuff. I've never... no one has ever wanted me to be their lucky bastard—"

You gripped his shoulders tighter, fingers quivering, but from adrenaline or the December cold, you couldn't say.

"That's okay. I want you to be my lucky bastard."

All of Enjin's secrets branched out from their confinement, and you could feel his shoulders relaxing under your touch. Enjin lowered his body ever so slightly. “Come here.” Low. Quiet. Not a command, not a request, something in between, something that made your toes curl.

And you did. You jumped into his arms, and he glided one arm under your thighs in an effortless motion to sustain your weight in his embrace. You locked your ankles around Enjin's waist, clinging to him as he opened the sliding door of the balcony to bring you both back inside.

Enjin's steps echoed in the stillness of his penthouse, engulfed by the happiness that came with dirty dishes, half-empty bottles of juice and alcohol, and a glorious pine tree. The happiness of belonging with people who made the soul happy.

"Enjin," you mumbled under your breath, pulling back just enough to catch a glimpse of his honey eyes. They were as beautiful as that day in the gymnasium when you were granted the privilege of standing face to face with the gate to his soul. "I'm glad I met you."

Enjin pushed the door of his bedroom with his foot and reached for the remote control of his warm lighting garland. Then, you saw firsthand the moment Enjin opened the gate to invite you in. Enjin cupped the back of your head with his free hand to lay you down on his bed with a fragility that did not make sense.

The warm light inundating the room made your irises float between mischief and mystery, sparking into gold when you smiled at him. You edged Enjin's jaw in a gentle passage, his body hovering over yours protectively. "I think I'm falling in love with you."

Your confession came naturally. It should have scared Enjin, and it should have frightened you.

"You're a bit late to the party, love," Enjin teased. All that your confession did was strengthen your bond.

"I've loved you longer than I needed you."

"Sappy, huh?" You nudged his chest with a butterfly shove, which only drew Enjin closer on top of you. Your hands lingered on the material of his T-shirt, now bothersome. Your heart was running a marathon in your ribcage. "Never took you for being a romantic."

Enjin's eyes were cemented on your face, despite your muted pleas. "You never really took me for being anything, baby," He lowered his head, breath fanning on your parted lips. His self-control hung by a thread, reflected in the tremble of his orbs.

"Use words, y/n. I need you to guide me tonight. Fuck, you need to teach me how to please you."

A silent gasp bubbled out of your lungs, and your legs tried to press together instinctively, only to stumble into Enjin's rock-solid thigh in between your knees. Enjin discarded his T-shirt in a swift snap of his wrist. "You like this? Talkin' through it?"

"I do," You breathed, tracing his chest tattoos with the pads of your fingers. "I like me a yapper. Makes it boring otherwise."

"Yeah?" Enjin smiled, truly smiled, unguarded and candid. "Lucky you, then."

He dove straight into the unprotected skin of your neck to pepper slow kisses. He found a cute little spot to swirl his tongue on a pulsating vein. Enjin used one hand to prop himself up on the bed at just the proper distance to enjoy your painting into his skin. He navigated the other hand to waver over your hip, sliding his digits under the hem of your blouse. Your back arched off the mattress almost obediently at his ministrations.

"Is this okay?" Enjin asked, eyes observing every thin line in your characteristics.

"Touch me properly, Enjin," you replied, desperation tugging at your tone. "God, just touch me."

He needn't be told twice.

Inked fingers clasped your flesh, and an urgent wave of goosebumps colored your skin. Enjin left a trail of kisses, from the lobe of your ear to your jaw, until he intentionally left a trace of a peck on the corner of your mouth. Enjin pushed his knee deeper in between your legs, the newly added friction eliciting another gasp on the edge of a moan. "Fuck princess, you're so needy for me."

You yanked him by his blonde hair, one hand flying through the thick strands to pull him flush against your mouth. Enjin smirked into the heated kiss, tongue darting past the plush of your lower lip in tandem with his hand reaching for your left breast. He used his knee to rub your clothed sex, and Enjin craned his head to deepen the kiss when you moaned into his mouth. The lace of your bra set his fingertips on fire, and your hardened nipple begged for some attention.

You stretched your arm to grope Enjin's confined bulge, and a low groan rumbled in his chest. His dick twitched into your palm, and the sensation sent a jolt through your belly. The fabric of his sweats was not nearly enough to camouflage how hard he was. "Undress me, Enjin."

"And here I wanted to take my time, be patient," Enjin snickered and pulled away just enough to behold the tint of pink splashed over the bridge of your nose, and the fiery anticipation incinerating your irises. "You're a mess already, princess."

"So what?" you pouted, a victim of your own desires. It was getting harder and harder to control the carnal appetite Enjin awoke in you. "Is it bad that I want you this much?"

"God, no," Enjin shook his head softly, and he guided your upper body upward on the bed. Only then, facing him fully, did you realize how dark his gaze was. How desperate he was to devour your body. "Fuck, you're so fucking beautiful. No one has ever looked at me like this, y/n. I really don't want to fuck this up."

A hasty movement was all it took to rid you of your blouse. The royal blue of the seethrough bra had Enjin hiss through his teeth. There was something addicting in the vulnerable way he was looking at you. At your very exposed breasts, at your very painful buds, at your very perfect abdomen. "I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. What have you done to me, love?"

Enjin's hands went through one final phase of hesitation at the hook of your bra. "May I?"

You anchored your forehead to his, body flinching in pleasure at the mere touch of Enjin's fingers on your back when he unclasped the bra. Enjin slipped the fabric off your arms, and your pretty tits bounced with freedom.

"You may have all of me, Enjin. Claim me. I'm yours."

He kissed you with such force that they flopped on the mattress; the significant difference was that Enjin was no longer restraining himself. One tattooed hand fondled one breast, while the other clawed under your winter skirt and at your clothed pussy. Enjin grunted; you were drenched so much so that your tights were pooling wet. He flicked his thumb over your sensitive nipple, virtually digging into tender flesh.

You could only whimper at the change of pace. Enjin distanced himself imperceptibly from your mouth to admire the fluttering of your lashes at the ocean of bliss washing over you, yet close enough to absorb all those erotic sounds you were making.

"Do you still need these tights, or can I tear them apart?"

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't tear them apart—" you panted, thighs squeezing Enjin's hand to your core. Breathing caught when he rubbed his middle finger into the tiny bundle of nerves, getting swollen with each stroke. "Mhm, baby," you moaned, eyes shooting to his. And you moaned again, from the intensity of his gaze alone. "I like it."

"Yeah?" He exhaled, then added his index to increase the pressure. "Like this?"

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. All the stimuli Enjin was applying to your body were overwhelming; he adjusted the position of his hand to cup under your breast at the perfect pressure point, and the digits tormenting your clit were mind-boggling. He moved his body with yours as you squirmed. "Enjin—fuck, yes—just like that."

"Let's ease into your first one, m'kay? I promise I'll wash your clothes in the morning. Cum for me, princess."

And cum you did. Your first orgasm hit you like a truck; you had touched yourself before, played with yourself, but never with the intensity that Enjin did. You seized his wrist on your breast to steady yourself, fisting the sheets until your knuckles turned white. "Enji—mmmh, fuck—'

Enjin didn't slow down when you tried to stop the hand ravaging your covered clit; he steered you into your climax, mouth pressed against yours to talk her through it. "Fuck baby, you're driving me crazy. Look at you, so fucking beautiful when you can't even moan my name right."

He lowered your curved back into the comfort of the bed and straightened his torso to marvel at your flushed physique. Untamed hair sprawled on wrinkled sheets, your naked chest aching for air, and your glossy eyes conceding to him. Enjin smirked, despite the painful jerk of his cock. "God, you must be so tight."

You lowered your gaze to the wet stain in Enjin's sweatpants and bit your lip. Your fingers danced along the zipper of the skirt and pushed your undergarments to the floor. You responded with a smirk of your own when the Adam's apple in Enjin's throat bobbed with borderline animalistic lust. You spread your pussy open with two fingers, lounging your legs at a lascivious angle.

"Why don't you find out?"

It was unreal how fast Enjin sank to his knees to bury his face in your dripping cunt. He used his hands to hold your thighs wide while absolutely drowning in your pussy like a parched desert man blessed with an oasis. Sloppy, messy, needy. Greedy, even. All while Enjin's cocked screamed for release in his sweatpants, and he found an outrageous pleasure in edging himself, pretending he wasn't desperate to dunk his cock to the hilt.

Your spine curved into a sharp arch, hands fisting at Enjin's blonde strands. You whimpered when the tip of his tongue pushed inside your clamped hole.

Enjin grunted at the surplus of slick coating his mouth, and he had to mentally restrain himself from dipping two fingers inside your pussy. "There are some rules we need to establish in our relationship, princess," he said, the vibrations of his speech sending shocks through your clit.

"Yeah?" Your voice collapsed in a rough mewl, fingers anchored at Enjin's scalp. You ground your hips, and the pressure of your drenched folds suffocated Enjin. "Rules to what? Boss me around?"

Like any man actually fighting suffocation, Enjin submerged himself into your already sensitive pussy to nibble at your clit. You cried out.

"I'm gonna"—lick—"spoil"—bite—"you"—suck—"rotten." Fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs to hold you in place. Probably leaving bruises in their wake, but you didn't seem to care. "Cum for me again, love."

You were on the outskirts of useless blabber. "Enji—fuck—I can't—"

Your fingers shoving his head into your cunt to asphyxiate him, told otherwise. Enjin mumbled into your cunt with a decisive statement. "You can. Right on my fucking tongue, baby."

You came so hard your body convulsed upwards on the mattress, under the paralyzing ecstasy Enjin sent through your veins. While he was staring at you from between your legs. The force he pinned you down with was outrageous, like he was thriving on your quivering frame.

"En—jin—stop—fuck, please—"

Enjin didn't stop. Not until his mouth was coated in your milky release, not until the obscene sounds you were making turned into helpless screams, not until you miserably gasped for breath. You fell backwards on the bed with a soft thump, breasts heaving with your ragged breath, and your legs trembling from the aftershock of your orgasm.

Ruined already, and he didn't even put his cock inside you.

"You're a fucking goddess," Enjin growled and kicked away his sweatpants. Your tongue lolled over your lips at the sight of his dick, long and hard, mushroom tip curled upwards on top of a fat vein flowing from below. Enjin's dick, in all its marvel, was bigger than in your imagination.

"What's going through that pretty head of yours, princess?"

You propped yourself weakly on your elbows, canines biting into plush lips. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

Enjin climbed into bed with ease, then slid one hand under your thigh to nudge it to your chest into a half-mating press. He aligned himself to caress your clit with the tip, his free thumb pressing his cock into the warmth of your creamy folds. "Try me."

He swore your glossy eyes and obsessed gaze were enough to make him cum, right then and there. But then, you moaned. Pure blasphemy.

"I want to suck your cock."

Enjin's dick spasmed at your affirmation, and you saw Enjin stutter, in all his arrogant glory. "Fuuc—do you—want—to kill me, y/n?"

You had the audacity to shrug your shoulders with faux innocence, mouth drooling in a puddle. "You're so handsome when you can't even moan my name right."

That was the last straw.

From that point forward, Enjin lost all his self-restraint. He fisted at the base of his cock to slap it against your sore clit, once, twice, until your throat released whimper after whimper. Enjin dry humped you in sluggish motions, alternating between dragging his length over your folds, to your clit, to ultimately poke it at your entrance. Your vagina clenched around nothing at the intrusive sensation, and your breathing fractured in pathetic whines.

"You'll suck it," Enjin nudged the tip of his cock inside you, weak muscles trying to suck him in. The unfamiliar stretch, albeit too little, ignited your cunt. Longing for more. "I'll fill your pretty mouth full," he pulled out in a swift motion that made you cry and cream out, "After I'll stuff your pretty pussy with it, so you'll taste yourself on my cock. If that's what you want."

You circled your other leg around Enjin's waist, nearly forcing him to thrust inside your virgin cunt. You gripped the base of his neck, blown irises hypnotic. You were long gone, gave up your coherence and your sanity to gift yourself to him. You could no longer speak in a stable tone; all the air that came out of your lungs was moans and sobs. "I'd like that very much, Enjin."

"It's gonna hurt a bit," Enjin took advantage of your flexibility to push your thigh further up until your knee touched your breast.

You bit your lip in anticipation as the familiar sting flushed over your core once again. Enjin lined himself up at your vagina and poked the tip of his cock at the entrance, sliding himself inside inch by overwhelming inch. Your face contorted in a mixture of euphoria and pain.

"God—fuck—you're so beautiful," Enjin cooed, lips kissing a trail of loving pecks into your collarbone to soothe your discomfort. A vulgar rumble roared in Enjin's chest with every inch he shoved inside you. "You're—hah, fuck, princess—you're perfect. So tight f'me, so fucking tight."

Your nails scraped the skin of his deltoids, barely keeping conscious as Enjin bottomed out. Your poor pussy split open, contracting urgently around him. "'jin—" A broken sob. "—can't—you're so—"

"Shh, you're taking it all so well," Enjin assaulted your lips and ate your splendid chokes right as they formed. To mask his own groans at the destructive way your cunt clamped around him. Enjin had to do something to distract himself from cumming prematurely into your very tempting pussy. "You want me to move?"

A nod was all you could muster; as soon as Enjin's dick dragged through sensitive muscles, only to stuff you to the hilt again, you couldn't even form sounds anymore. All that remained were silent gasps at the pleasure that rapidly formed in place of the tingling pain.

"Yes, princess, just like that," Enjin sighed, feeling himself abuse the depths of your cunt. He easily maneuvered both your legs over his shoulders, chest pressing into the muscles of your thighs. That new angle slammed every thrust into your cervix, and you could feel Enjin penetrate your lower belly. "Fuck me—you're sucking me in—do you feel yourself? Fluttering around my cock?"

You didn't know what you felt beyond the carnal pleasure whirling through every fiber of your being. You wanted to speak, but you couldn't, your mouth curling in muted exclamations with every brutal thrust filling your cunt. And then, the accelerated build-up of your orgasm ruptured your sanity altogether.

"Is this the spot, love?" Enjin asked, despite already knowing the answer; it was almost cruel how your pussy throbbed around his cock, pushing him to the edge. "Give it to me, baby. Say my name when you cum."

You tried. "—jin—".

Enjin picked up the pace. "Say it."

Your eyelids filled with stars, and an intense ringing in your ears messed with your senses. Still, with one last thrust, you somehow managed to scream his name, wicked, raw, voice cracking at the vowels and drowning with the consonants. "Enjin!"

Nirvana hit you so hard that you thought you would lose consciousness. Tears prickled at your eyes, spine curved impossibly high, and Enjin fucked you through the spasms, through the wave of electricity that hit your body, until your arms flailed helplessly on the mattress. Enjin had to pull out, and he did, abandoning your distressed pussy to clench around nothing, as if she still lusted for more.

"Good girl," Enjin lay your legs gently on either side of his hips and watched your soaked cunt leave a trail of your milky juices on the tip of his cock. Begging to fuck every last drop of your syrup back where it belonged. "Look at you. You're wrecked like this and still want me to stuff you full, princess?"

Enjin grasped his cock with a grumble, hoping to fist himself with your juices. Anna's sharp clutch at his wrist dictated otherwise. "Don't you dare."

"Don't I dare what?"

"You said you were going to put it in my mouth."

Enjin moaned. And his cock implored for it.

You feasted your eyes upon him. "Do I have to ask again?"

When you grabbed a pillow to make yourself comfortable on the mattress, sprawled and fucked out in a puddle of your own release, Enjin realized that you were truly needy to have him in your mouth. Golden eyes instantly leered at your puffy clit and at your pleading hole, clenching and unclenching around thin air.

"You're a freak."

You chuckled and pinched one of your hard nipples with blatant impatience. "I mean, you promised you'll fill my mouth."

Enjin advanced on the bed to seat himself where you wanted him; on his knees by your head, with an arm close enough to tend to your aching pussy. If he were self-conscious, Enjin would have scrutinized himself for moaning again at the sight of your doe eyes looking up at him, half of your pretty face shadowed by the length of his dick.

"Use me."

A mystery, really, why Enjin didn't cum right there. You poked your tongue out, blinking at him with a sheepish expression, notwithstanding your trembling body. Perhaps he was too shocked to hear those words coming out of that filthy mouth of yours, and suddenly Enjin remembered the day he met you; his mistake, forgetting how mouthy you were.

Except now, Enjin guided the tip of his cock flat onto your tongue to shut you up. You whimpered at the sweet and salty taste and swirled your tongue around the tip to make sure no drop was wasted. Enjin threw his head back at the kitten licks, his hand rushing to your soggy folds.

"Fuck—fuck, princess," Enjin slid his cock back and forth on your tongue, and you took every inch of it with a smirk on your face. You mewled when Enjin shoved two fingers inside you, replicating the sensation of his cock buried in your cunt. "You like this?"

"Yeah," you whined, hands grabbing at your breasts. You were ethereal, mumbling weakly with his dick squeezing your tongue. "More."

"Do you want to suck it?" His eyes darkened, and his fingers quickened their pace until smutty sounds of squelch—squelch—squelch filled the air. You whined louder, nodding in a frenzy and craning your head on the pillow to prepare yourself for him.

"Yes, put it in my mouth."

He did. When he slid himself past the plush of your lips, Enjin moaned noisily. You took him obediently, swallowing every inch of his cock into the cavern of your mouth. He stopped halfway, and you cried deplorably against his cock. Your pussy suctioned his fingers, violently clenching around them. You were chasing another orgasm, with Enjin's dick digging for treasure down your throat.

"Don't tell me," Enjin groaned, slowly unclenching the hand at the base of his shaft. "You want it all?"

"Nngh—yes."

Enjin fucked your mouth without even realizing he did. You said use me and meant it; you waited for him to dictate the pace, waited for him to touch you, waited for him to do whatever he wished. Enjin enveloped your cheek, thumb rubbing against your strained bottom lip as you struggled to take him whole. "Fuck—fuck, baby girl—fuck, you're such a good girl. Do you want me to—ahhh, yes, choke on it—edge you?"

He didn't wait for an answer when he pulled himself out of your mouth, leaving a stream of saliva and pre down your cheek. You cried out when Enjin slapped the tip over your lips, whilst looking at you like there was nothing more precious in the world. "Yes! Yesyesyes, edge me and fuck my face, God, fuck my face."

"You're not real, princess." Enjin took hold of the curly hair at the base of your skull and fed you the whole dick you were begging for. "You can't be real when you're this beautiful. You should see yourself, blabbering over my dick."

You let out a low mmhmm and let Enjin manhandle you however he pleased. He was so gentle yet so mean with it, with every dragging thrust in your mouth, and every lazy rub of his thumb on your clit, stimulating you to shatter you completely when he let go all at once.

"How can you even let me ruin you?" Enjin asked, but plunged himself into your mouth, knowing you would lose yourself more than you already did. "Fuck—how can you—oh, yes, just like that—trust me with this? With you?"

You pressed your palms into his thighs to support your head. A loving smile played on your visage. Your voice was coarse, but woven with sincerity. "If there's someone in this world that gets the right to destroy me, it should be you."

Enjin didn't say anything right away. He basked in the sight of you, quietly amazed at how you could offer your heart like that, no fear, no pressure. And he wondered how anyone could listen to you say those words, in the tremble of your voice when it steadied again, and not fall for you a little more with every syllable.

"I love you."

You blinked. And he repeated it, louder, bolder. "I love you, do you hear me?"

Enjin scooped you in his arms, eyes fixated on your quivering ones. He was real, flesh and blood, repeating those sacred words like a mantra that kept him alive. Like a man terrified that the Earth would end, and the Universe would collapse if he didn't say them enough. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Both your hands plunged to each other's sex; your orbs never left one another's, with every little stroke and every little rub of your digits. Both were a panting mess as you worked on pleasuring each other, discovering missing parts of yourselves in the tapestry of each other's irises. Your orgasms hit you at the same time. Massive ropes of cum shot from Enjin's cock to flood your hand, some landing on your stomach, and some painting your breasts. Enjin's knuckles coated in your creamy release, your body collapsing into his chest from the strain you'd gone through.

Enjin caught you, and he was bound to catch you from then onwards, whenever you needed to fall to safety.

"That was the best sex of my life," Enjin planted a kiss on your forehead. "You were so great, you did great."

"I had you to guide me. Thank you for making love to me," you whispered breathlessly, trying and failing to move your body. Not that Enjin would allow you to get out of bed anyway.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"I need to go shower, I'll probably bleed—"

"We can wash the sheets tomorrow."

"But—"

Enjin shut you up with a peck on your lips. "No buts. You're probably sore, and you need to rest. You almost passed out in the middle of it."

And sore you were; you tried to shift your position and whined miserably at the discomfort between your thighs. Enjin kissed your temple with a chuckle and helped you lean down.

"I'll go grab some tissues real quick."

After he cleaned you up, Enjin fixed the army of pillows in his bed and tugged you under the blanket, the fallout of their passion still lingering in your muscles. You shivered under his touch.

"You still up to open your presents?" Enjin chanted and threw his boxers back on.

The enthusiasm on his face drew a soft smile from you. "How can I refuse my captain when he fucked my guts out?"

Enjin smirked nonchalantly. "You asked for it, doll. I merely executed the divine duty bestowed upon me."

"Wow, poetic much?" You snorted and turned in bed to follow Enjin's silhouette as it disappeared, quite literally, into the wardrobe. "Next thing I know, you're an underground writer or something."

"Remains to be seen," Enjin commented from the hidden room within his bedroom, voice fading under the unidentified cluttering or whatever he was doing in there. "Fuck man, I'll have to clean in here someday."

You giggled, and you swore you meant to bully him for the disaster in his closet. The intention faded altogether when Enjin revealed himself, a bouquet of burgundy calla lilies stacked atop an ivory envelope, perched on a carefully wrapped box with a fat ribbon the same color as the flowers.

"I mean, you already know about the tickets for the concert, not a huge surprise there," Enjin grinned, all teeth, and slightly more emotional than he let on. “Tickets were my idea. All of the present was my idea, but, like, I had some help from the others.”

He was yapping, he knew. But Enjin had to yap because he couldn’t read your perplexed expression, and because you were silent, with the only movement you were making was with your eyes following him when he paced around the room.

“So like, I wanted to get you flowers, but not those roses 'n shit everyone is doing ‘cause it’s basic as hell, so I asked Tomme for help on what you'd like.”

Enjin approached the bed, holding onto the present for dear life. “So yeah, you should, uhm, open this thing,” Tapping on the box, “And you know, just accept it, I guess—“

“Enjin.”

Enjin stiffened at your whisper of his name. “Yes?”

“Do you know about the meaning of this flower?”

He cleared his throat. “Not really, no. But these guys were the most beautiful out of all of Tomme’s proposals.”

“Good,” you said, carefully taking the bouquet and cuddling it to your chest. You hoped you could laugh, but it came out as a choked sniffle. “You suck at giving presents.”

The outright panic on Enjin’s face was palpable. “Fuck, did I mess up? I’m so sorry—“

“I love it, Enjin. No matter what it is.”

He put the box on the nightstand to wipe the sole tear that ran down your cheek. You nestled into the warmth of his hand, and Enjin’s lungs deflated at once. “I would know it since I suck at receiving presents. Happy tears, by the way.”

Enjin chuckled. “One of these days, you’re going to kill me.” He leaned in to kiss another tear away. “And I know I wouldn’t complain.”

You put the bouquet on the bed with utmost care, so you could collect the wrapped box. Enjin seated himself on the mattress next to you, a cheerful smirk on his lips. You pulled on one end of the red ribbon, and it dropped onto the decorated box lid. A hushed sigh came out of your mouth when you lifted it to reveal a pair of new Air Jordan 37 Low "Lift Up" Wmns.

"Enjin..."

"Do you like them?" He asked, eyes softening at the unsullied joy on your face. "You don't seem to me like the type to wear pink and that shit."

Your fingers ghosted over the pair of basketball sneakers. "I love them. But why...?"

Enjin angled his body on the bed to support his weight with the palm of his hand in the sheets. "A great player isn't great without the proper weapons."

You smiled. He continued. "I just know Mildretta would love to have you on her team. I don't actually know if you want to play, but you looked so happy doing it, I just knew I had to get 'em."

Enjin extended his other hand to lace his fingers through yours. "There's some 2v2 tournaments in streetball, and I hoped you'd want to play with me."

Your head jerked upwards to look at him. Enjin already was. "But you have the boys, you have so many other choices—"

Enjin squeezed your hand. "You're not a choice, y/n. The boys are my boys on court; they're with me to win nationals. It's you I want to share my passions with. Basketball is one of them."

He laughed. Openly and confidently. Utterly himself. "And kick ass in the process."

You burst out laughing, albeit with a tremor in your tone. "What are the others? Your passions."

Enjin hissed through his teeth, scratching at his nape. Still holding tightly onto you. "For better or for worse, it's starting to be this attorneying bullshit. You're making arguing fun."

You slapped his knee, and Enjin lounged himself chest-down in between your covered legs. He guided your hand to the side of his neck, fingers resting atop your concealed flesh.

"I'm serious. I used to hate it because my parents are big shots in this world. I never once considered myself to be worthy of it simply because it runs in the family. Most of it I did so ma would stop nagging at me. Pops gives one or two fucks, he just acts all sleek about it."

"What changed?" You asked, slender digits stroking his neck. Enjin all but purred at your ministrations.

"Law is dirty. People tend to forget that defense is not meant to prove innocence; it's to create the doubt of guilt. You know it, I know it."

Enjin settled into your touch, closing his eyes briefly. "Once that happens, just enough that we can't absolutely be sure of guilt, that's when an attorney wins. I've been in my father's courtrooms, winning against these doubts. And I've been in my mother's courtrooms, winning through these doubts.

Impeccable track record on both sides. At some point, it just looked to me that they weren't fighting for any real meaning. Sure, pops is prosecuting serial killers, and mom is fighting tax evasion and money laundering, but I don't know."

"You know, all the mentors I've had used to tell me that an attorney cannot, under any circumstance, get involved with their cases," you said, and embraced Enjin's visage into your lap. He draped one arm over your thighs to settle in. "But if you don't believe, truly believe in what you do, then what's the point of fighting?"

Enjin snickered. "You got your answer, doll."

"What answer?"

"What changed. You showed me that this fucking cold ass profession has some passion behind it."

You smirked, even though Enjin couldn't see it. He felt it, still, in the way your fingers cupped his skull. "I fuck with people who fight with all their might, y'know? And you, y/n, goddamn it if you're not the epitome of that."

"Just because I carry it well, doesn't mean it's not heavy."

Enjin adjusted his position to look up at you. The blanket clinging to your breasts, the moonlight veiling your face with melancholy and sadness, your fingers in his hair, cuddling him to your core, everything made you appear like a dream.

"I dream of never being called strong or resilient ever again in my life. I long for softness, and I want ease. God, I'm not complaining because I don't dare to, anymore. I know I've become a better person for it, but I just want it to stop. I wish it did, for just a little, so I can catch my breath."

"I'll do that for you."

Your fingers in his scalp halted. Enjin spoke so unconcerned and so casually, like it was second nature for him to do so. "I did say the number one rule in our relationship will be to spoil my girl rotten." Enjin pointed to a spot just under your belly. "Remember, down here, between your legs?"

Enjin pressed his entire palm into your belly, protectively and possessively. Knowing you would feel his words through your womb. Ironically, the same place you felt fear in. "I know I'll piss you off, anger you, hell, maybe I'll make you want to leave me."

Laughter, yet insecure, "I don't know because I've never had someone to care for, and I'm quite a difficult guy. I'll break promises, and I'll be selfish. But one thing I know I won't break will be standing as a man next to you, never above you. You won't have to get pats on the back for how well you took a hit when you're with me. I won't allow you to feel that."

Warm tears toppled over Enjin's cheekbones from above. Silent, relieved tears. Grateful, emotional tears. And still, you smiled, grinned even. More dazzling than before. Ravishing that made Enjin's stomach tumble.

"Your father should be proud to have such a son."

Enjin lifted his arm to wipe away his lover's tears. "Hah, maybe he wouldn't be. I'm making my girl cry."

"Happy tears," you corrected him, "You know, there are some rules we need to establish in this relationship, indeed."

"Yeah?" Enjin laughed, intrigued. "Let's hear it."

"I want to learn how to cook your favorite meal. When I plan my school meals, I'll cook yours too. If you buy ingredients, I'll make your favorites. I hope you're comfortable with teeth-rotting love letters because I'll write you plenty. I want to take pictures of us at every chance I get, and I want to hold your hand everywhere we go."

Enjin's own orbs thorned with the tears whirling behind eyelids.

"I know it's not much—"

"It's all I need," Enjin breathed out, brushing his thumb over your parted lips, voice cracking. "It's enough."

You knew, or instead intuited, that the expectations and pressures of being a man were heavy for Enjin. You dreamed that you would make him feel seen for who he'd shown you that he was, not just for what he could provide. And he was plenty; you wanted him to find comfort and acceptance in your arms, in your little world, away from the real one that only kept on demanding. You knew, because you were out there every day, fighting and trashing in it.

Enjin closed his eyes, muscles relaxing in the safety of his lover's embrace. "I can't wait to see you in the dress August gifted you."

You giggled in response. "Wherever would I wear that?"

"I can think of many places," Keeping his eyes closed, Enjin used his fingers to count the occasions, "Opera, theatre, dinner with my parents, the Christmas masquerade ball next week—"

"Enjin, what did you say—"

"There's also this fancy ass restaurant I want to take you out to, they cook a mean fucking steak, alright—"

"Enjin."

Enjin opened one eye. "What?"

You cocked an eyebrow at his nonchalant demeanor. "Dinner with your parents?"

"Did I stutter?"

"Dinner with parents is something you do when things get serious."

Enjin had to open his other eye to paint the complete picture of confusion on his face. Like you'd told him every attorney who said just briefly didn't actually parade the longest, most boring argument to man.

"Because," Enjin flailed his hands in the air, "we're not serious? Fine, I'm willing to negotiate dinner with your parents first if you think you'd be better with it."

"Enjin!" you yelled, embarrassment showing on her face.

"What the hell, woman?" Enjin yelled back with a snicker. "Objection, bullshit."

"It's not bullshit," you said, pinching his cheek and pulling at it. "Whatever would I talk about with your parents? Your mom's my role model!"

"Yuh can star' with that—" Enjin replied indifferently, a funny lisp showing at the way you were pinching his cheek. You let go. "She's prolly gonna think you're tryin' to sweet talk her, but she'll quickly realize you're the real deal."

You let out an annoyed tsk and looked away. Fuelling the amusement on Enjin's face. "You know you're gonna meet them both regardless, right? When we win the National Trail Competition. Part of the prize is a gala dinner with—guess who— the CEO of the firm who's giving out the internship."

"You don't know that we're gonna win that."

"Oh, but I do," Enjin twisted his stance to tickle your sides. You immediately squirmed, the blanket falling off your torso. Great moment for Enjin's dick to harden again. "I guess that's the perfect occasion for that dress. I hope August sewed a high slit so I can eat you out in the bathroom in between boring meet-ups."

THREE MONTHS LATER, MID-MARCH, FINAL STAGE OF THE NATIONAL TRIAL COMPETITION

Enjin fidgeted. He never fidgeted, but he did that day, making it increasingly difficult for you to make a knot out of his necktie.

"Captain, stop."

"Stop what? I'm not doing anything—"

You pulled on Enjin's tie, and that seemed to still his movements, along with planting a cocky smirk on his face. Your height increased considerably by 8 centimeters, thanks to the red, shiny stilettos Semiu let you borrow from Fantasia's prop outfits. Which brought you almost face-to-face with the Akuta captain.

"What are you so nervous about?"

"You look sexy and fierce, and I hope you'll step on my neck with those stilettos, princess."

You rolled your eyes. Semiu also let you borrow a black satin suit that hugged your curves in all the right places, an outfit completed by a Ralph Lauren tie-neck blouse the same color as your heels. Add your natural hair styled to look even wilder than it usually was, plus red lipstick, and Enjin became absolutely feral.

"Good, not nervous anymore," you scoffed, nimble fingers finishing up the tie that Enjin absolutely didn't insist should be of a matching color to your blouse.

"I'm not nervous," Enjin emphasized, as if you would somehow fall for it. "I'm just trying to keep my dick in check, y'know?"

"Objection, calls for speculation. If you weren't nervous, as you claim you aren't, you would actually have your dick hard. Not just half-hard."

Enjin laughed and cleared his throat. "I see you're in character. Alright, I might be marginally nervous. I just know pops is gonna laugh his fucking ass watching me out there."

"Huh. So that's why you're fidgeting," you chuckled, walking away from him to fix your makeup one last time. Enjin's eyes fell shamelessly on the sway of your hips, and he actually contemplated how fast he could make both of you cum in that cramped court backroom that smelled like old books and nicotine—

"It's not gonna happen, stop fantasizing about it," you said, peeking at him in the mirror.

Enjin sighed so hard he could start an earthquake. "Sad reactions only." He approached you, and, instead of slapping your ass or grabbing your tits like you expected him to do, Enjin adjusted the lapels of his tux coat.

You were a tad disappointed, to say the least.

"How do I look?"

You grabbed his lapels, levelling your gaze upon his. "Your jersey is showing under the shirt, captain. But otherwise, looking sharp, might I add."

And then Enjin slapped your ass. Your gasp echoed in the room.

"You really thought I'd miss the opportunity to slap this outrageous ass and risk the good luck that comes with it?"

"You're insufferable."

"I bet your pussy did the thing and tingled. Should I do it again, babe?"

Needless to say, Enjin did it again, a couple of times, before both of you were called into the courtroom to start the trial competition. His smug smile stilled the bitter glares of their competitors, notably those of one dark-haired boy who presented himself with the dignity of a nobleman.

The judge slammed his gavel against the polished wood, and the courtroom quieted in an instant. There was an unusual number of spectators in the trial, and all of the seats in the courtroom filled to the brim, even on the sidelines of the area. It was your very own version of courtside scouts.

"Okay, we'll take attendance of the two teams and then officially start the competition," the judge said, inviting the two teams to take their respective seats.

"Eden College, representing the defendant, Snow White."

You and Enjin responded to the call.

"Atlanta College, representing the prosecution."

Enjin leaned in close to whisper in your ear. "Just so you know, my parents are seated right behind us."

You felt a shiver traverse your spine. "Are they now?"

The premise of the case trial was simple: Snow White was accused by the State of turning the seven dwarves into criminals who killed her mother, the Queen. To win, the prosecution had to put Snow White behind bars, or the defense team had to refute the allegations. The teams were given an hour that morning to brief on the case and ask any additional questions, and the trial began with the prosecution's opening remarks.

"Prosecutor Zanka Nijiku, with the opening remarks."

Enjin had to stifle his laughter. "Poor guy looks like he has a stick up his ass."

The judge raised an eyebrow. "Is there a problem, defense attorney Enjin?"

Enjin's father had the exact same reaction that his son had when the jury scrutinized the Akuta captain. "None, your honor." Some younger female jurors all but giggled at his relaxed poise. Pretty privilege was strong in any given circumstance. "I was merely worrying about prosecutor Nijiku's capability to see this trial to its end."

"And why would that be?"

Enjin smirked, forearms leaning over the massive table. "I suppose he looks unwell, given the scowl on his face."

You almost turned your chair at the abrupt snort coming from behind their seats. Then, another sigh came from the same area, and if you had a wild guess to make, you would say Enjin's parents were the protagonists of the sounds.

“It’s just like looking in a fucking mirror,” A female voice whispered, and her statement only fueled the other person’s response. “Like father, like son.”

“Nah,” the man replied, albeit with another crack of laughter in his tone, “I have better comebacks, sweetie.”

Another bang of the gavel. The judge eyed Enjin’s father from across the courtroom, and the latter shrugged, given that they were close friends who played golf in their spare time. The judge should have known the apple didn't fall far from the tree. “Silence in the courtroom. Please, proceed.”

Enjin couldn’t be prouder of himself. A sentiment that fueled his confidence when he pushed away his chair to follow with the opening remarks of the defense. Dangerous, but ultimately good for their team. Except, when he opened his mouth to speak, Enjin was not saying any of the words you’d rehearsed in the prep.

"Esteemed members of the jury, your honor, our case today is about an interest group that wants to overthrow the sovereign State."

Enjin's father whistled. You briefly glanced at him with the corner of your eye before Enjin resumed his story, which, quite frankly, captivated the entire audience. A spitting image of your lover, wearing the same cocky smile and the same carefree confidence. Enjin's father was intimidating in real life, and so was his mother. What a time to be alive and defend a murder case in front of the best attorneys in the country.

"And you may wonder why," Enjin continued, one hand pausing in the air. "The reasons are pretty simple. But the most important one lies in the intrinsic understanding that this interest group seeks to explore the possibility of dissolving a government free of foreign control."

Enjin angled his body towards the audience, pausing for a moment. "What better way to claim such control than by accusing my client, Snow White, the rightful heir of this state, of orchestrating an alleged crime? I'll give you one better than that." Then, turning to the jury, "What better way to claim such control than by turning its distinguished citizens into instruments of murder?"

Enjin shrugged his shoulders with faux concern that only you and his parents could see through. To the court, he was the illustrious storyteller. "I'm not a gambler. But in this case, I'll make an exception, and I'll bet on you to make the best decision, esteemed jury."

You rolled your eyes. What was he doing quoting Harvey Specter?

Enjin let the courtroom catch its breath before he returned to his seat. His father acknowledged him with a nod and a smirk. Color him impressed.

"Our son is full of bullshit," Enjin's mother turned to her husband. "I wonder where he gets that from."

"Our son is also extremely charming," he retorted and got another glance from the judge. "I wonder where he gets that from."

The trial erupted after that. Back-and-forth arguments, objections sustained and overruled on both sides, and two witnesses called to the stand, both teams milking them dry with their questions. The Atlanta college had a spectacular hearing with the second witness, and if you hadn't raised two very well-placed objections, the Eden team would have been sure to lose face in front of the jury.

That Zanka guy and his colleague, a girl named Ryo, were spot on with their interactions, even though Enjin stepped on their toes at the beginning of the competition. It worked, for a short period of time, until Zanka almost peeled the wood off their table to dissipate their nerves. A couple of hours passed, and the trial reached its turning point with the hearing of the last witness, called by the prosecution: Snow White's chambermaid.

Your nerves almost reached the better of you. You were aware that, if you couldn't squash the prosecution's advantage, you would lose the trial. The burden was placed on your shoulders, and you felt like you were relieving the same stress and anxiety as the moment your father was seconds away from losing his case because of their unqualified attorney.

Enjin patted your knee under the table and gave it a reassuring squeeze. He knew, he always did, how to read your mind and chase away the demons under the bed. Enjin never lost his confidence, especially not in you. He let you feel it, bask in it. Your eyes widened in full awareness of the fact.

Defense is meant to create doubt about guilt.

"You got this, princess."

"Defense attorney [last name], witness is all yours."

Enjin watched you straighten your back to stand tall in the courtroom. Your heels clicked decisively against the floor, and an assertive smile colored your lips. Enjin smirked and leaned back into his chair; you were in complete control of the situation.

"Thank you, your honor. I have to say, the prosecution plants a lot of words in my witness's mouth. Figuratively, your honor."

An entertained murmur engulfed the courtroom.

Prosecutor Ryo slammed her hands on the table. "Objection, badgering."

"How do you answer that, miss?" The judge asked, notwithstanding a sliver of a smile.

"I won't, your honor."

"On what grounds?"

You spared the prosecution a glance as you walked past them and straight to the witness stand. "On the grounds that I don't want to."

Another whistle floated in the courtroom, and you could feel the stare of Enjin's parents in the back of your head. Fuelling your posture. Enjin felt a tap at his shoulder, and his father slipped him a scribbled post-it note.

That your lady up there?

Enjin gave it back momentarily.

"Objection overruled," the judge said, gesturing for Anna to continue. "Please proceed."

She's great, I know.

The last reply surprised Enjin; it was written in his mother's handwriting. Y/n is going to fit just right in the firm.

"Miss Greta, you said you were my client's chambermaid for what, fifteen years?"

"That's correct."

"Could you tell us a bit more about Snow White's personality?"

And Greta did, describing your client as soft-spoken, kind, always attentive to the palace staff. All in all, a flawless persona.

"Have you ever heard or seen my client speaking ill of her mother, the queen?"

"Not in particular, no."

"So you can't be sure that my client had any ill intention towards her mother, the queen."

Zanka's voice echoed in the courtroom. "Objection, argumentative."

"Sustained. Miss [last name], try to focus on asking relevant questions."

You accepted the judge's words with a nod, keeping your gaze levelled upon the witness. You caught Greta fidgeting at your intentional argument. Bingo.

"You told the prosecution earlier that you saw the exact moment my client allegedly pushed the queen off the cliff, where the castle is located. You also mentioned that the queen, and I quote, died in a stormy, rather dark night." You turned to the jury. "Alleged death." Back to the cross-examination, "Can you walk me through the episode again?"

"Certainly. It was, indeed, an angry storm that night. A complete downpour. I was worried, you see, because I had just brought dinner to the princess's room and she wasn't there. I went down the stairs, to the foyer, to the main dining room, but she was nowhere to be found. I tried reaching the queen, but I would soon discover that she wasn't in the palace either."

"So, what did you do next?"

"I went out through the garden, which spreads out to the back of the estate. That area does not have many lanterns, so I fumbled my way to the beaten trail that leads to the edge of the cliff. I was terrified, and the night was thick, and my eyes are not what they used to be, so I was scared to fall and injure myself. Suddenly, something quivered in a bush nearby. A small shadow that I thought fit the perfect profile of one of the dwarves."

"You thought, or you saw?"

Greta's breath caught in her throat. Your presence turned oppressive for your witness.

"Atta girl," Enjin mouthed, rolling the sleeves of his light blue shirt. "Get 'em."

"Are you well, Miss Greta? Can you not answer my question?"

The witness mumbled. "Y-yes, I can."

"If I were you, I'd make sure to answer it truthfully," Your voice ran cold and low. Authoritative enough that it made Enjin's dick twitch in his pants. You turned to the prosecution desk, a light smirk toying with the corner of your mouth. "After all, we have to understand here who is badgering whom. Yourself, or the prosecution."

Zanka bolted from his chair. "Objection, calls for speculation—"

"Overruled. Mister Nijiku, sit down."

"I'll ask again," You resumed your previous stance in front of the witness, "You thought you saw one of the seven dwarves, or you saw one of the seven dwarves?"

Greta's voice shattered. "I thought I saw one of the seven dwarves."

You gestured to the stenographer. "Let it be noted that the witness cannot assess with certainty that she saw one of the seven dwarves the night of the alleged crime." Back to the witness, "What did you do after thinking you saw one of the seven dwarves in the garden?"

"As I told the prosecution earlier, I fell to my knees. I was afraid. Then I looked in the distance and saw two silhouettes fighting on the edge of the cliff. I recognized the princess and the queen mother by the dresses they were wearing."

"Fighting, you said. Were they physically fighting?"

"No, not physically."

"Then how were they fighting?"

Greta was fiddling with her fingers. "The queen was gesturing a lot with her hands. So I assumed they were fighting."

"You assumed they were fighting, but you are not sure."

"Objection, argumentative—"

"Overruled."

You cruised on the momentum. "Can you say for sure that they were fighting? After all, didn't you say that your eyes are not what they used to be? In a downpour of a storm?"

"Objection, compound question—"

"Overruled."

You made Greta tremble in her chair. Her voice broke piece by piece until it turned into stammering. "I...I don't...I'm not sure they were fighting."

Enjin had to shift in his chair to try to do something, anything about his cock because he was convinced you, or anyone for that matter, could hear it crying against the confinement of the material. There was a primal mixture of adoration and lust in his golden eyes; Enjin wasn't one for exhibitionism in particular, but all he could think about in the moment was spreading your legs on the judge's table, heels and all dangling over his shoulders as he feasted on your pussy—

"Did you see the queen's cadaver, Miss Greta?"

That was the exact moment the prosecution's case was over, and the Eden team's victory was almost guaranteed. All that you had to do was seal the deal. You did more than that. You stomped the fucking deal.

"N-no...I didn't..."

"But you said that the queen died in a stormy, rather dark night. So did you, or did you not explicitly see the queen die that night?"

Some moments later, when both the prosecution and the defense rested their cases, and the jury was invited into an adjacent room to do the ruling, you fell into your chair to let out an inhale you didn't know you held. The court was given a break while the verdict was being discussed. Enjin devoured you with blazing golden eyes, cheek engulfed in the palm of his hand.

"Fuck me, baby, I'm so hard right now. Do you think you can help me with my problem?"

"Oh shut up," you let your head hang backwards, "I thought I would choke on my words up there, and all you did was fantasize about dicking me down?"

"Quite an accurate summary, yes."

You squinted at him. "You can't be serious right now."

"Very serious, actually," Enjin leaned closer to shove himself shamelessly in your personal space. "Those heels would look great over my shoulders—"

"Enjin," You tried to shove him by the chest, but he was cemented in place, "Were you seriously not worried one bit that I would fuck it up?"

"Nope."

"Enjin—!"

Enjin took your hand to his lips to press a chaste kiss on your knuckles. Your cheeks were coated in a hue of pink right away. "You outclassed everyone in this trial, including me. Especially me. I had absolutely no doubt that you would kick ass. I trust you. So what was left for me to do was sit back and get hard at how fucking extraordinary my girlfriend is."

Enjin's smartwatch buzzed with an alarm. It was time for Enjin to leave so he could make it in time for the warm-up of his basketball semi-finals.

"I gotta run, love," He chuckled, hand cupping the side of your face. "I wish I could say good luck or sum' shit, but you don't need it. This victory is all you."

You clutched the collar of his loosened shirt, just above the spot where his jersey peeked out. You smiled bashfully and gently shook his frame. Enjin adored you like that, raw and so fucking beautiful. "Go get 'em, captain. I'll be there in time to watch you win."

Screw your red lipstick and the flawless appearance he wanted to ruin. Enjin had to settle for a kiss on your cheek, which was against all the sacred good luck rituals. But Enjin respected you immensely, protecting your image and dignity. In public, anyway.

"You'd better, princess," Enjin smirked, hot breath fanning over painted lips. "It goes against all principles for the hottest girlfriend in the world to not be in the stands."

You laughed, masking the need for a moan. Try as you might, you couldn't deny that you were getting wet in your panties. "I'm the only girlfriend in the stands, captain. I am hottest by default."

"Nu-uh. You're hottest because your mama made you like that. I have to call her and thank her personally for birthing such a goddess."

"You're disgusting."

"I just know your pussy did the thing and tingled again."

You pulled on his collar, and Enjin noticed the exact infinitesimal split of a second when your eyes fogged in thoughts that were not made for public ears. "If you win tonight," you said, sultry and commanding, "I'll let you film us when we make love in that mirror in your hotel room. You'll just have to kick Gris out for a couple hours."

Enjin groaned, a groan that rumbled in his chest when his alarm started buzzing again. "I hope you know I respect you, right?"

"Yes, I do."

"Great. Because it might not feel like it tonight."

BONUS SCENE

"You're limping."

Enjin's amused voice irked you to no end. You accepted his gesture to pull your chair into the elegant yet cosy restaurant where they were going to have breakfast.

"And whose fault is that?"

Breakfast with Enjin's parents.

"Not that cocky now, are we?" Enjin teased, claiming his seat by your side. "You know, princess, you should start learning to accept the consequences of your own actions when you provoke me."

You gave the waiter a polite smile and quickly returned to your sour expression when he left. Enjin was having the time of his life, and it showed in the way he leaned his face into the palm of his hand, with the laziest grin on his face. "That wasn't even a provocation. I wanted to give you an incentive to win."

Enjin waved his free hand through the air. "Details, details," He leaned closer to you, planting a sneaky kiss on that stubborn vein in your neck. "I can't wait to see what prize I'm getting when we're winning the finals day after tomorrow."

"There they are!"

A familiar masculine voice danced through the air, and one would have thought Enjin would be in a hurry to detach himself from your neck. He did eventually, only when his parents reached their table, and the young couple stood up to greet them properly. "Oi, Enjin, the hell do you think you're doing in your mother's favorite restaurant?"

"You have no right to talk shit when you're the most disgusting PDA guy to exist."

"I'm sorry, dear," you accepted Enjin's mother's invitation and shook her hand firmly. "You can see quite clearly who Enjin takes after."

You smiled, offering a gentle smile. She looked less scary now, with the wrinkle in her forehead that Enjin's father put there. From one woman who understood the challenges to another. You tested the waters.

"Good thing they both have great women to keep them in check, do they not?"

Enjin made an approving gesture with his head, all cocky and brazen because you had barely opened your mouth, and you had already won over his parents. To think that Enjin had tried to shake you up with his shameless antics mere moments before, and you still held your own. How could he not love you more because of it?

"So," Enjin said, giving you the breakfast menu to browse through. "How are you guys doing? Quite unexpected that you'd stay a couple of days longer here."

"We were supposed to leave yesterday, after the trial ended," Enjin's mother said, grabbing a slim cigarette from her pack, "I have 2 open court cases on-going to go back to."

"What my wife meant to say," Enjin's father chuckled and called for the waiter, "Was that she was thrilled to know you qualified for finals and she wanted to see your match."

"No shit," Enjin smirked and gave a tender tap to your hand. "You need more time to decide, babe?"

You shook your head and closed the menu with a slight flap. Enjin ordered for you both, and so did his father for their own side of the table. Your eyes lingered for a moment on Enjin's parents; despite the outright respect they carried themselves with and the bickering between them, it was as clear as day that they loved and cared for each other deeply. It was also evident in the way Enjin was so relaxed around his father and so respectful towards his mother.

You couldn't contain a smile.

"And because I wanted to talk to y/n. There's something she can help me with."

Then your smile faded into evident surprise.

"I'm flattered, but I'm not sure there is anything I could help you with, sir."

Enjin's father laughed, a boisterous laugh. Enjin was watching the show unfold with great interest. "C'mon, drop the sir. What am I, a dinosaur?"

Enjin whistled. "Old fart."

"No, sir," you kicked Enjin under the table, and he chuckled, "I'll drop the sir when I earn it. I know I haven't yet."

"Yeah?"

Enjin's father clasped his hands together and rested his chin on the knuckles. You were right to assume it was a test; you'd seen many of his trials before to know the difference. "And how will you know you earned it?"

So you permitted yourself a smirk. "Something tells me it will become evident eventually, sir."

Enjin could have suffocated you with a kiss right there. He refrained from doing so because he was scared of his lover's possible reaction. Enjin's father reached for his briefcase to retrieve a file. "And this is exactly why you'll be able to help me."

The waiter came back with their drinks. You took a sip from your lemonade and accepted the brown dossier. Your characteristics dropped ever so slightly upon opening it. "My father's case."

"Precisely," Enjin's father said and lit up a cigarette of his own. "I hate praising my own son for obvious reasons, but he found it."

You didn't dare hope. Couldn't. "What did he find?"

Father looked at his son, paused for an unusual moment, as if asking for permission to continue. Enjin granted it, with a more sober aura about himself; after all, it was about you, not himself, and you appreciated that greatly. So you granted it, too.

"I'll have to take credit for Enjin's strategies, but only because neither of you has a legal license. What we can do is I can list you both as legal aides so you can take some credit for the upcoming trial."

"Upcoming trial?" You had to mentally restrain yourself from leaping over the table. "Are you saying we can reopen the case?"

An exquisite cloud of nicotine tangoed in the air when Enjin's mother spoke. "A client of mine has a long history with this man, who won the case against your family. I've only ever defended my client from his attacks, but I recently put together a solid file to prove he's doing tax evasion." She laughed, a chilly, terrifying laugh. "And you won't mind if I piggyback on my husband's upcoming prosecution, will you?"

"That's not going to help," you sighed. The air changed in the restaurant. "It's not relevant for my case."

Enjin helped himself with his father's tobacco pack. "It is if you know he has a history with a drug kingpin. My theory is that one of those assholes jumped your father."

Enjin's father called for the waiter once more. You were perplexed by the family's power. And even more so, because they knew that they held that power.

"Excuse me," Enjin's father said, eyes leveled upon yours as he spoke. The state attorney general, measuring you from head to toe, dared you to take the most formidable challenge of your life. Do or die.

Your fist clenched on the table. Enjin glanced at you and smirked knowingly. You wouldn't die again.

"Bring me a round of bourbon. We have reason to celebrate early!"

part 1

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