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“F-uck, shit.”
The harsh noise shook you out of slumber as you stared across the darkness in your bedroom, the moon still illuminating the sky as you tried to block out the harsh grunts echoing in your ear.
It wasn’t unusual for you to wake during the early hours in your dingy apartment in the city, your building had terrible soundproofing, and the rickety windows constantly shook whenever a large vehicle drove by. Most nights you’d hear arguments between the angry drunks that were kicked out of the seedy pub down below, frustrated they’d had to down their pints before going home to their wives— if they even had anyone to go home to.
You scrunched your nose, trying to ignore the gruff noise as you tugged your worn comforter around your frame.
“Fuck, baby—”
This time your eyes shot open.
You only had one connection to the collar that sat around your neck, one person who’d shared their blood with you in order to keep you close.
Enjin?
You remained silent, listening intently as his breath came out in soft pants. Wondering what he was doing up at this hour, whether something had happened to him. The Janitors base was one of the most protected in the Abyss, surely raiders wouldn’t have been able to infiltrate it— unless they used the cover of darkness to get the jump on him.
Your heart raced at the thought of him being injured somewhere, his last thought to call you before something happened. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time it’d happened. And just as you were about to call out to him, reaching up for your collar, you heard a voice—
“Fuck, baby— so good for me.”
Oh.
A warmth began to plume inside you, circlulating like molten lava through your veins as you kick your comforter off your body, letting it settle around your calves as you shift onto your back.
Did he know that he’d opened the communication with you right now? If he did, he hadn’t said as such.
You knew you should call out to him, announce your presence so you’d feel less of a debauched pervert. Because that’s exactly what you were right now, rubbing your thighs together as you drowned out the incessant whirr of the immersion tank in your building, and the hum of the air purifying unit Enjin had helped you install to combat the polluted air outside.
Clamping your eyes shut you were able to make out the slick sound of his palm stroking his cock, the friction taking over your senses as you pictured what he might look like. The baggy pants he wore hid any chance of you finding out, so now you allowed your imagination to run wild. Like you did most nights you thought about him, rubbing your clit raw to the thought of him.
But maybe Enjin was the pervert in this scenario, thinking about you while he’s in bed and deciding to call you so he can indulge in the depraved fantasy of you listening to him jerk one out. Although he didn’t seem to be putting on much of a show, his moans were muted and throaty. As though he was biting down on his bottom lip to stop anyone else from hearing what he was upto— you knew from stories he’d shared with you before that he’d had to kick Riyo out of his room on more than one occasion so it wasn’t unusual to think he’d be cautious. Especially when indulging in such a salacious activity—
You were about to reach up to touch your collar to open the connection and reveal that you could hear everything, when Enjin growled your name.
“Shit—” You almost spluttered as you realised you spoke out loud. Covering your mouth with your palm as though you’d been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to be doing, before remembering that you hadn’t successfully opened the connection on your end yet so he couldn’t hear you.
Okay; so maybe you were the pervert— not him.
But it’s not your fault, not when you’ve got an attractive man, a Giver no less, touching himself while thinking about you. Your clit throbbed at the thought as you tugged your oversized shirt up your frame, exposing your stomach as you cupped yourself through your thin cotton panties. Grinding against your palm as Enjin continued to stroke his cock on the other side of the line.
“So perfect,” He groaned, deep and guttural, “Wanna taste that pretty pussy.”
He had no idea what he was doing to you right now, the tone of his voice had your panties slick with your essence. Your entire body felt as though it was aflame as you tried to satiate the throb between your thighs. Pressing the pads of your fingers against your clit to focus your attention on sensitive nub, wanting to hear him utter your name so desperately once more.
But then the guilt began to build inside you— thinking about what he might think if the roles were reversed. You’d spent many nights thinking about how he’d feel in top of you, his tattooed hands stroking along your body while pressing scorching kisses to your skin. Coming undone at the thought of him sinking into your tight cunt and making you his— thoughts that you tried to satiate with your hands, but it only made you long for him even more.
“Enjin?” You murmur, your hand clasped around the choker he’d gifted you.
“Yeah, baby. I’m right here, right fuckin’ here.” Enjin replied, delirious from lust as you heard him give his cock another shlick pump once, twice—
“I can hear you.”
“Yeah, you can.” He responds cockily, and it has you shaking your head.
“No, Enjin. I mean it—”
“You can… What? Fuck— shit, I’m so sorry.” Enjin groaned, and you deflated when you heard him stop the movement against his cock, “I didn’t mean to— you were never supposed to find out.”
Wait, had he done this before?
“It’s just when I get stressed, or tired— or angry. And I’d never wanna disrespect you, you know that— I just—”
“It’s okay, Enjin,” You murmured softly as you spoke over him, trying to ease the tension as you kept the connection open, “I liked it.”
“Can’t seem to find— wait, what?” He paused, as though he didn’t quite hear you correctly.
“I said I liked it,” Your cheeks burned from your omission, wondering if this may be the final line that blurs your friendship forever.
“Y-you did?” He stammered pathetically, the tone so unlike him. So vulnerable.
“Yeah,” You exhaled, trying to tame your racing heart, “I did.”
“Wait, how long were you listening for?” He’d caught you, eyes wide like a deer in headlights as you tried to stammer out a response that didn’t leave you guilty.
“It’s not like that—”
“So I’m not the only perv, huh?” Enjin’s tone shifted to cocky as you could hear his smirk radiating through the connection, “You were enjoying the show.”
“Maybe,” You play coy, biting down on your lower lip. Your hand still very much pressed against your throbbing sex, the saccharine lilt to his voice doing nothing to quell the ache.
“Were you touching yourself too?” He asks, his tone hopeful as you try to ignore the incessant pound of your heart against your rib cage.
“Maybe, but—” You chance again. But that’s all it takes—
“Fuck,” He grunts, as though he can’t quite believe you. Sucking a hiss through his teeth as he wraps a palm back around his cock, “You tryin’ to make me cum or something.”
“Fuck,” You parrot in a pitiful whine as his blunt tone has your cunt clenching around nothing. Desperate to feel him stretch it open as you press a few messy circles around your clit.
“Never thought you’d feel the same.” He mumbles, and you feel your chest pang. How long had he felt like this?
“What do you mean?”
“I always said I’d like a good woman, but I never thought she’d like me back.” He scoffs, “This is what you’ve turned me into,” You can’t see him through the connection but you can already tell he’s pushing his messy blond hair back from his forehead, resting the back of his palm against it, “A simple guy completely addicted to you.”
“I didn’t know you felt like that.” You smiled softly.
“Had to weave your way into my head, huh?” He grins, “Got me totally obsessed with you.”
“You should’ve said something,” You murmur, wishing he had. Picturing all those fleeting glances and lingering touches that could’ve been so much more.
“You make it so hard to think sometimes, you know.” He breathes, “Got me laying in bed at night thinking about you all the damn time.”
You gasp at his words, pressing against your clit as your thighs clench. Biting down on your lower lip hard to try and stop the sound from flowing from your lips, but it’s too little too late when you hear a voice come through the connection.
“—Are you touching yourself right now?” Enjin pauses, listening for any signs of it on the other side of the line.
“No.” You risk a white lie, but it’s impossible when it’s the man you trust more than anyone else in this world on the other side.
“Tell me,” His voice softens, “You already know I’ve got my hand wrapped around my cock thinking about you. Least you can do is let me down gently otherwise.”
“I am.” You admit wholeheartedly now. The pleasure swirling inside you leaves no room for deception as Enjin moans at your response.
“You’re what, sweetheart.” He wants to hear you say it, needs to hear it.
“I’m touching myself because of you.”
“You got no idea how hot that is,” He huffs, and you hear him shift on the other side of the line as he tousles the sheets around him before the debauched sound of him spitting echos in your ears and sends electricity directly to your clit, “As you already know I’m touching my cock too, pretty girl.”
“I could tell.” You tease back, letting that warm feeling spread through every inch of you. Flowing down to the tips of your toes as you bask in the blazing inferno of him.
“Yeah? You like listening to me fuck my fist to the thought of you, huh?”
“Oh, shit.” You gasp at the thought. Picturint his slender, tattooed fingers wrapped around his cock as his muscles bulge. Working the shaft as he twists his wrist around the engorged tip, his hips raising off his worn mattress to fuck into his fist all while thinking about you.
“Does it make your pussy throb, sweetheart?” He goads, as you run a finger along the crotch of your now soaked panties before pulling them to the side.
Enjin doesn’t wait for your answer; he already knows.
“Wish I could see,” He hums, “Bet you’ve got the best fucking pussy.”
“Maybe you should find out.” You beam, spreading yourself between your index and ring finger as you press the middle against your puffy clit.
“Shit— you got no idea what you’re doin’ to me, babe,” Enjin whines, “What are you wearing?”
“That’s the cheesiest question I’ve ever heard.” You snort, staring up at your ceiling as you shake your head.
“Hey, come on, sweetheart. Indulge this lowley Janitor, yeah?” His voice turns husky, and you can tell he’s slowed his fist down to a languid pace to try and stave his climax for as long as possible.
“Just a sleep shirt and panties.” You reply truthfully.
“Fuck, what colour panties?” You have to stop yourself from laughing at how quickly the words follow your answer.
“Red.”
“Ugh, baby.” He chokes, “You know that’s favourite colour, eh?”
You can hear his hand increase pace on his cock, the slight friction echoing as he bites to keep his moans subdued, afraid of waking up his co-workers with their inconsistent sleep schedules.
“Talk to me,” Enjin prompts, “Tell me what you’re doing.”
“Touching my tits,” You move a hand beneath your shirt to grope your chest, gentle fingers teasing your hardening nipples as you pinch and pull at them. Trying to mimic what Enjin’s hands would feel like if he were here, black polished fingernails dragging against your skin.
“Bet you have the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen— actually, I know you do.”
“Yeah? How do you know?”
“Because it’s you.” He replies simply.
The gruff sound of his moans continue to sound in your ears as you push two fingers inside your tight hole, surprised at how easy the disappear inside you. Your wet slick drools between the curve of your ass as Enjin continues to add more logs to the fire inside you. Picturing how much deeper his fingers would go, curling your own to try and mimic his movements as you focus the attention on your g-spot.
“Wish I was there.” He rasps, breathing laboured as pleasure darts through his body at the thought of you.
“Me too,” You whine, “So bad.”
“I’d have you cumming on my tongue, pretty girl,” Enjin rambles, drunk on pleasure as you hear his hand begin to speed up, “Fuck you into the shape of my cock,” He feels off, “Ruin you for anyone else.”
“Don’t want anyone else.” You cry when you feel your walls begin to tighten. Your palm presses firmly against your clit with each roll of your wrist as you focus your attention on the same spot over and over, bringing yourself closer to that edge you’re so desperate to crash into.
“Yeah?” He groans, “You all mine?”
“Always.” You can hear the slick friction of his hand against his length as his movements become frantic and erratic, close to his own climax himself.
“You gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” He coaxes, and you know you are. You can feel it—
“Yeah,” A high pitched keen you’re certain you’ve never made before escapes your throat, and you’re certain your neighbours can hear through the thin walls as you approach your end, “Oh god.”
“That’s it, baby. Cum for me—“ He grunts, unable to wait for a response as a long string of expletives follow as you hear him cum.
It’s as though you jump over the edge hand in hand, your climax surging through you as you cry out for him. Toes curl beneath the comforter as your hips snap up, bucking erratically as you ride out your release. Your spongy walls throb around your fingers as they try to coax you deeper, trying to prolong the bliss as you pull out in favour of rubbing a few sloppy circles against your puffy clit.
“Good girl.” Enjin rasps breathlessly and it has your sensitive nub throbbing with praise, barely enough to satiate the hunger as you wish he was here with you right now, “I made such a fuckin’ mess.”
You laugh as you hear him shuffle on the other side of the line, probably picking up a discarded shirt to wipe up his release. Your cunt throbs as you picture his torso and thighs covered in white ropes of cum, hoping you’ll get to witness it firsthand soon enough.
“If you want me to go, I can go.” He whispers sweetly, “I know I was the jerk that woke you up at three in the morning cause I was horny.”
“I didn’t mind,” You smile softly, letting your eyes flutter shut as you listen to the sound of Enjin breathing.
“Even so, you should still get some sleep.”
“Will you stay?” You mumble, “Just ‘til I fall asleep.” You can already feel your body being coaxed back into slumber as you cling to your comforter.
“I’d stay with you forever, sweetheart.”