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You’d made the little gummy treats impulsively when you’d been in a snit after yet another irritating evening with Enjin, who seemed glued to your kitchen worktable as he watched you prepare the snacks for their mission tomorrow. The usuals were all piled into separate bowls based on their effect.
But one little bowl placed away from the rest had a special ingredient, a little bit of revenge on the blond mosquito that played with your patience one too many times. You wished you could say it was by accident, but you’d be lying. Enjin loved pissing you off on the regular, and he was unfortunately quite skilled at getting under your skin.
Amongst the Vianders, only you had the rare skill of adding buffs into the snacks you prepared; stamina boosters, venom inhibitors, thirst quenchers, whatever the cleaners needed in battle, you could put into your cooking.
Of course, that meant your powers were drained after making a large batch of gummies. The cleaners rationed and used them resourcefully until they could make another. How was it your fault the enormous musclehead needed more than the average cleaner for your cooking to be effective? Enjin couldn’t seem to help himself when it came to pushing your buttons and making patronizing comments about what a shame it was that your powers had a cap.
If only you had an ability that could be strengthened with training.
If only you didn’t get so worn out after making a batch of restorative candy.
If only you could make enough to actually help him.
The ‘if onlys’ were met with gnashed teeth and sharp whacks from your jinki, a worn-out spatula that had seen better days, before Enjin would shamelessly snicker and saunter out of the kitchen, pleased with his success in pissing you off. It made your eye twitch. The bastard had even left a small pile of cigarette ash right on the worktable. Had he never heard of secondhand smoke and what it did to flavors?
You’d stared at that little bowl with the special gummies like they might start hurling accusations at you. What you did wasn’t a crime, not really. You hadn’t left Enjin without buffs…you’d just added in one that might not necessarily be useful. Not for the mission anyway. You’d debated throwing them away, and you nearly had…until Enjin had poked his stupid head through the door this morning, asking why the gummies weren’t ready yet.
That did it. The tipping point, the straw that finally broke the camel’s back. You’d grabbed the little bags you distributed the gummies in, and for Enjin’s, added a few large handfuls of the bright pink snacks, smirking in quiet satisfaction as you sealed it shut. You met the cleaner team in the hallway, apologizing for the delay, purposefully making sure Enjin was the last one to receive his.
“I get mine last? What, did ya need extra time to make it stronger?” He tucks the bag into an inner pocket of his coat, and you smile at him sweetly.
“Oh, I think you’ll definitely taste a difference,” you’d replied smoothly, before walking back to your quarters.
Several hours had passed now, and you were humming leisurely as you read a book, sprawled out on your bed. Your guilty conscience occasionally prodded you, reminding you that you had knowingly poisoned a fellow cleaner, someone who held an enormous amount of responsibility for his team on these missions. However, you reasoned, he wouldn’t die from it. And knowing Enjin, he would’ve unceremoniously eaten a handful without even noticing there was a different colored gummy in the mix.
Enjin always complained that it took longer for him to feel the effects than the others, so there might not be a bad outcome. He might not feel anything if the amount of gummies you put in there was insufficient. It was a gamble worth taking.
BANG.
Startled, you scramble upright as your room door shakes, followed by a furious pounding that rattles the walls.
“OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR RIGHT NOW!”
Enjin’s voice roars through the thin barrier of wood, and your heart shoots into your throat, thumping wildly like a drum. Part of you was prepared for this, but the other part (the rational one) felt a lick of fear. You had expected him to be curled into a ball somewhere while his blood started to pool down into an embarrassing region, the rest of the cleaners looking at him in puzzlement. You hadn’t anticipated that he would make it back to HQ and come straight to you.
But you remember all those times he had picked on you, refused to leave the kitchen when you’d been making gummy batches, and vindication fills your being. Whatever was happening to him was karma as far as you were concerned.
Wondering what the safest way to poke a bear is, you move as close to the door as possible and call back. “Who is it?”
“DON’T PLAY DUMB WOMAN! YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHO IT IS.”
Fighting back a laugh, you ask innocently, “Enjin?”
“Real funny. Now open the door before I kick it down.”
You purse your lips and stifle all your instincts to prevent yourself from snickering with glee and crack open the door a fraction.
The sight before you was delicious. Enjin – tall, broad, stupidly handsome, the person who got on your every last nerve – was leaning heavily against the doorframe, his entire face and neck flushed red, pupils wide with fury as he pants unsteadily. Drops of sweat coat his forehead, and his hands are balled into fists so tight that his knuckles are white.
“What did you do to me?” He demands.
Torn between feeling sympathy and wanting him to suffer just a little bit more, you innocently say, “Nothing. Did something happen on the mission?”
“Don’t you dare act like a goody two-shoes now.” Enjin takes a shaky step forward as though each movement was costing him great effort, and you risk stealing a glance at his crotch, feeling a balloon of mischief rise in your chest when you see how tight the fabric has become, clearly straining to hold down the painful erection he must be harboring now.
So you did get the concentration right this time. Bingo.
He sits down gingerly on your bed, eyes narrowed, teeth gritted, before continuing. “What did you put into the gummies?”
“Why are you assuming it’s me?” you ask, feigning hurt. “You were out on a mission. Perhaps you encountered something poisonous?”
A dark smile appears on Enjin’s face, and you cautiously take a step back. “All I’m saying is we don’t know what could have happened. Maybe we should call Eishia and get you checked out -”
In a flash, Enjin pounces from the bed and slams your door shut, swiftly locking it. Caged between the door and his powerful body, you swallow. So much for poking the bear.
“Eishia ain’t the answer here. Oh no, you candy witch. I was fine, until I ate one of your gummies!”
Despite the danger of the current situation, you couldn’t help but feel astonishment, a smile curling your lips.“One? Don’t you always complain that my gummies are never strong enough?”
“Yeah, real funny. Must’ve been a special batch.” Enjin presses against you, and you feel heat radiating off him, coupled with the hard tension in his thighs.
“You did something to them. I know it. Ain’t nothing out there that could have caused this.”
“Caused what?” You blink, doe-eyed and naive, even though the evidence was pressed against your thigh right now. You even had the gall to tilt your head curiously, and Enjin’s eyes flash in warning.
“C’mon. Don’t pretend like you don’t feel that.” His hips lie flush against yours, rolling delicately against your core, and you squeak, bringing a hand up to his chest as a flimsy attempt to stop him. “So tell me, candy witch. What’d you do to me?”
“Enjin…” you try to shove him off, but he’s too strong, and you’re drowning at the sheer size of him, all powerful muscles and masculine energy. He pins your hands above your head, golden eyes boring into yours.
“I’m not leaving till you do.”
Wetting your lips, caught between fight and flight, you raise your head, trying to appear braver than you felt, and look Enjin square in the face.
“The pink gummies.”
“Yeah, figured the mix looked off. An extra color. Still doesn’t explain what it does, though.”
You squeeze your eyes shut, heart hammering in your chest. The game was up.
“I might have…slipped in a formula for…enhanced…amorous potency,” you say offhandedly, and Enjin growls in frustration.
“Short version. Now.” His voice is threateningly low, a predator waiting for the right moment to go for the jugular. His chest brushes against yours, and prickly heat starts to gather under your skin as your nipples shamefully pebble up under your shirt. Fighting the urge to do something rash and escape, you admit your crime in a defeated whisper.
“Aphrodisiac. They have…an aphrodisiac in them.”
A ringing silence fills the room, and you swear you see a vein about to pop in Enjin’s forehead.
“You gave me an aphrodisiac…and sent me on a mission. Which one of my jokes pissed you off enough for me to deserve this?”
“Jokes?!” You burst out. “What jokes?! You have been nothing short of cruel to me every chance you get! It’s like I’m being tormented by my high school bully all over again!”
At this, Enjin’s eyebrows knit together in confusion, despite his obvious discomfort and raging lust. “Cruel? When was I cruel to you?”
“Last night? Every night?” Outraged, you deepen your voice in an attempted mockery of his comments.
“Hit your limit already? Don’t wreck yourself.” “Keep going like that, and your stuff’s gonna be weaker than it already is.” “Is this the whole batch? How’s that gonna help?”
You hurl all the mean things he’s said to you and bite your lip as your eyes fill with furious tears. “You are the biggest headache on the Ground!”
Enjin looks flabbergasted at your diatribe, straining to hold on to his sanity as the aphrodisiac floods his veins. It was getting difficult to focus now, unbearable heat creeping into his belly as primal instincts started to take over his brain. He forces himself to talk, the effort Herculean.
“Hold on…you thought…I did that to be mean?”
“Why else would someone say shit like that?” you snap, irritated beyond measure.
“Oh, I don’t know…maybe because they find you cute when you’re pissed off?” He says it like it's obvious, but all it does is make you irate, even though your heart skips a beat. Your arms, still held in place above your head by Enjin’s broad hands, were starting to ache, muscles throbbing under his grip.
“Are you hearing yourself right now? You’ve been insulting my gummies for months, and you expect me to believe that you were flirting?”
“I never insulted them!” Enjin replies defensively. “Just said I need more for them to work!”
“No you didn’t! You always called them weak! Or said how disappointing it was that this was all I could make!”
“Yeah because otherwise you’d run yourself ragged! Knew if I pissed ya off, you’d be more conservative about how much ya use your powers!”
Stunned at his admission, you sputter indignantly. “Why do you even care? What’s it to you?”
Enjin’s eyes are clouded over in arousal, but he blinks and shakes his head, clearly doing his best to focus. “Did ya forget I’m the one that took ya to Eishia that time ya collapsed cause ya were trying to supersize a batch? I don’t want the girl I like to be pushed to the limit that way!”
“You don’t like me!”
“The hell I don’t!” he bellows, the effort making him sway, and with a groan, he releases your wrists, slumping against the wall, breathing ragged. Alarmed, you almost buckle under the weight, barely managing to keep him up.
“Enjin?” You stagger under the strain as you shuffle towards your bed, wondering how to help him. His heavy footfalls seem to pound in your ears, and just as you’re about to help him sit, he collapses on top of you.
“Hey!” You wriggle futilely trying to free yourself, but are rendered still as Enjin takes a deep whiff of your hair, his voice low and raspy.
“You’re driving me crazy. Smelling like sugar and syrup…” His body moves closer, and the blood rushes to your face at his proximity. “Good enough to eat.”
Before you can protest, Enjin’s head dips to your collarbone, his tongue darting out to lick a line along the column of your neck, his breath ghosting your skin and awakening delicious tingles in the pit of your stomach. You push at him, trying to break free, your own sensibilities fading rapidly.
“Enjin no…” You gasp as his mouth latches onto your pulse point, sucking a hickey onto your skin as your resolve slowly splinters.
“This is all your fault, ya know?” Enjin kisses his way back to your face. “Lacing the gummies…all cause ya thought I hated ya.” His words slur, and his golden eyes are starting to darken at the edges, the last of his restraint ebbing away. “Ya got me into this mess…now fix it.”
Your argument dies in your throat as Enjin hungrily captures your mouth with his, his tongue plundering your mouth as he tastes what he’d dreamt of for so long. Sweetness erupts into his senses as his weight pins you against the bed, and your traitorous body yields to him, succumbing to the heated attraction.
“Fuck…” he moans against your lips, his hips grinding automatically, seeking the warm friction between your legs. “You’re mean…giving me something like this…”
Your core grows wet with the motions, but you refuse to be persuaded so easily… How can a man claim to like you, then treat you like he had been all this time? Suspicious but aroused, you firmly grab his face by the chin and force him to look you in the eye.
“Clothes stay on,” you say authoritatively, nearly caving when he whines, his fingers bruisingly indenting at your waist.
“And I'm the cruel one?” he asks, pawing at his jacket, feeling like his skin was too tight for his bones, the soft feel of your body under his sending him into a frenzy.
“Please, ya gotta give me something… Just a little bit…” He nips your ear, and your face contorts as you desperately try not to surrender to the beast clawing in your belly, the one that was unbelievably aroused at how hot it was to have a large, bulky man reduced to pants and pathetic whines, begging for relief.
His jacket falls to the floor, and he kicks off his shoes, his large hands roaming your body, sending currents of heat shooting through your system. You'd sworn not to fall for this man's roguish charms, trying weakly to remind yourself you hated him…only to be reminded of how thin the line between annoyance and lust was.
Enjin's nose buries itself into your disheveled neckline, just at the start of your cleavage, and his grinding is more persistent now as he tries to relieve the ache in his manhood.
“Just a little… please…” His hand traces over your curves and cups your breast, squeezing it over your clothes. A million curses and protests form and die on your lips as that familiar ache starts to form in your nipples, and you internally berate yourself.
“Clothes stay on,” you repeat through gritted teeth. “You can grind and get yourself off, but nothing more,” you say firmly, making the reckless decision on the spot.
“Fucking hell, you're strict,” Enjin murmurs, and you freeze when you hear his zipper being undone.
“Clothes stay -”
“I heard ya, candy witch!” he growls, self-control frayed and at a limit. “I'm so hard it hurts. Have some pity on me, will ya?”
He drags his pants down to his knees, groaning at the little freedom he gains, his underwear strained and stained from his cock, leaking precum into the fabric.
Your eyes widen at the sight of the bulge. You supposed it made sense, given his physique, but nothing had prepared you for the actual thing, and you almost have a heart attack when Enjin rolls you over onto your stomach, pushing himself onto his hands as he hovers over you.
You feel his hard heat push against the curve of your ass, followed by a sigh of relief, and you hide your face in your pillow as your hips instinctively arch up to curve your back, growing embarrassingly wetter at Enjin's heavy thrusts.
He keeps grunting and whimpering as his rhythm grows faster, his chest covering your back as he tries to climax, all the while crooning seductively in your ear.
“So hard for ya… dreamt of this…Damn crime for a woman to be so sexy…”
You feel his hand flirt with the hem of your shirt before slipping under and palming your breast, squeezing and pulling the sensitive peak.
You gasp, shivering at the aggressive tweaking, trying to free yourself, although you’re not sure why.
“Don't,” Enjin growls as his thrusts become quicker. “Lemme touch these tits.. It's the least you could do after poisoning me…”
You shamefully arch against him, seeking the friction as your core throbs pathetically, feeling guilt and shame course through you as he uses you for satisfaction.
“Shit…I'm gonna…” he pants, nearly there, straining to reach the peak.
You feel a pulse against your ass, and Enjin groans loudly, stilling, his grip on your breast tightening as he climaxes, spilling into his underwear as he experiences sweet relief before collapsing onto you, panting softly. You finally raise your face from the pillow.
“You ok?” you call weakly, and feel him nod against your shoulder.
“Fuck…I thought… I was gonna explode…”
You stay like that for a moment, unsure why you felt the way you did, with your core clenching around nothing as though asking why you were depriving yourself of this opportunity, but logic, that unfortunate mechanism of reason, was gently reprimanding and putting her back in her place.
The seconds passed into minutes, but it wasn't until Enjin spoke again that you realized something was amiss.
“Shit…you kidding me?”
Your eyes widen.
“What?”
As the weight against your back is lifted, you flip over and see Enjin lying supine on the bed, and his erection was still there, somehow stronger than before he’d climaxed. You stare in fascination as he writhes uncomfortably on the bed, looking uncomfortable and inconvenienced, his abs peeking out from under his rumpled shirt.
“It didn’t go down,” he rasps, looking at you in desperation. “What kinda stuff did ya put in that gummy?”
At that moment, you wished you could go back in time, back to when you were deciding what concentration to make those gummies before putting enough to kill a bear.
“I…may have…gone overboard,” you admit, and Enjin covers his face dramatically with his hand.
“Dammit, woman…” He lies back, his skin resembling a sunburn as his hands fumble with the edge of his shirt.
“Too hot…” he murmurs weakly, pulling it off, and you’re left staring at the magnificent expanse of his chest, the intricate black, white, and red tattoo swirls crawling over his broad pecs and shoulders, a smaller design of concentric circles blooming outwards from his navel. His breaths are shallow and ragged, and it was the final drop in the bucket that made you take pity on him.
“I’m sorry,” you say begrudgingly, but you meant it. It also didn’t help that you were practically salivating at the sight of his bare body, itching to run your hands over the curving lines of ink, perhaps dip your tongue into the hollow of his navel while you’re at it.
“Sorry, ain’t helping me here, hon,” Enjin says with a bite, and before you can react, he’s slipped off his underwear in one smooth go. Your eyes are as wide as dinner plates as his cock springs free, rigid and veiny, the tip an angry red as a messy dribble of precum spills from the slit.
Naughty, liquid pulls start up in your stomach, and you’re left staring at the marvel of flesh that is Enjin’s body. His thighs were thick and powerful, expected of a cleaner, but you’d never imagined you’d actually be seeing any part of him like this.
Sexual impulse takes over, flooding your veins with careless imaginings and forcing your hand. Reaching over, you wrap your fingers around his cock, pleased when Enjin gasps shakily. Carefully pumping his velvety column, you watch his face contort as his hips thrust up, trying to match your movements.
Curiously, you dip your head, and Enjin’s pupils are blown wide with lust as he watches you lick away a pearlescent bead, dipping the tip of your tongue directly into the opening. A low, guttural sound escapes him as you slurp down his length, fitting as much of him into your mouth as possible before pulling back up for air, strings of spit connecting your lips to his tip. You go again, bobbing your head as you work down, then squeal as he fists your hair, pushing you as low as possible until your nose hits his pubic bone, the little curls of blond hair tickling you as you try not to choke as he thrusts into your mouth.
“So fucking warm…” Enjin’s voice is keening and broken. “You feel so good…” He squeezes his eyes shut, and you’re dizzy from the pull on your jaw, from the taste of salt that’s coating your tongue as his tip almost curves down into the back of your throat.
There was an unexpected pleasure in being used; the knowledge that you held the power to lessen his suffering, the fact that he sought you out knowing you were the only one who could help him…a triumphant hum vibrates in your blood, knowing that Enjin was sitting in the palm of your hand for his relief, and if he didn’t treat you correctly, you could let him experience the full effects of the aphrodisiac the hard way.
Filthy praises keep slipping from Enjin’s lips as he uses your mouth, then with another sobbing whimper, he cums again, and you obediently swallow the thick cream that spills into your throat. You feel him pulse and throb, stilling as he chases his high, before relinquishing his grip on you. You slowly pull off him, licking your lips and watching him as he falls back to reality.
You smirk at how disheveled he looked, and Enjin’s eyes narrow. “Yeah, yeah, enjoy your victory. We ain’t done though.”
“Huh?” Frowning, you glance down, and with a groan, see that he’s still hard, his cock moist from your spit and his seed.
“Yeah. Bet you’re regretting making those gummies now, huh?” With the smoothness of a predatory cat, Enijn grabs you, and you’re trapped underneath him for a second time. You squirm and struggle, but Enjin’s already yanked your T-shirt off, and a weak little sound escapes you as he latches onto your breast, suckling greedily on the perked nipples.
A choked noise crawls from your throat, unwilling to push him off as ripples of sensation radiate from your tip, shivering at how good he felt, the little drag of his teeth, and the softness of his pulls.
Your clit, swollen and needy, pulses inside your soaked panties, each suck felt in the delicate bud, and you whimper, trying to rub against Enjin’s knee, which was planted on the bed. He huffs, the puff of air ghosting your nipples as he feels your desperate attempts.
“You’ve got a funny way of showing how much you hate me,” he taunts, and you flush at the remark, but look him determinedly in the eyes.
“Keep talking, and I’ll leave your dick high and dry. It can fall off for all I care.”
A loud bark of laughter, followed by a playful quip. “You’re the one who got us into this mess. Besides, I’m pretty sure you’d be just as annoyed if you stopped now.”
The truth lands squarely onto your pride, but the messy need that’s growing inside you pushes it aside, and you glare up at him, wanting nothing more than to shut him up. You rear like an angry snake and bite his lips, catching him off guard, pleased when he yelps as your teeth sink into the soft flesh, a droplet of blood forming like a ruby.
“You little…” Enjin growls and roughly pulls off your shorts, fingers hooking into the elastic waistband of your panties, and in the blink of an eye, you’re bare and exposed as Enjin parts your thighs rashly, cold air hitting your wet folds and making them pucker.
A moan erupts from you as he drags his fingers through the slippery slick, evidence of your arousal coating his fingers, grinning ferally at the sight.
“You’re such a liar, sweetheart,” he drawls, rubbing his fingers together, playing with the viscous fluid. “This doesn’t look like someone who wanted to stop.”
You’re about to retort, but Enjin licks his fingers clean, eyes half-closed as the tangy flavor of your pussy bursts on his tongue. “Sweet like candy,” he purrs, before dipping back into your sopping heat, eager for more. You mewl as his fingers breach your fluttering hole, gathering your juices and spreading it onto your clit. The coiling tension in your belly reaches a peak, dangerously close to snapping as you sob and gasp, a melting puddle of lust and desire.
“Enjin!” You cry out his name as he ruthlessly rubs your clit, toying with the tender pearl with his thumb as his long, calloused fingers play with your inner walls, stroking that gummy patch deep inside that has you seeing stars.
“Whoa—listen to you. Thought you hated me.” Enjin says snidely, but you’re too far gone to even think of responding, a heavy fog settling into your brain as he pushes you to the edge, and in a haze of white, your orgasm crests.
Your body arches off the bed as you climax, walls clenching around his fingers as you’re pushed through the dizzying sensations of pleasure that race through your body. By the time an inkling of thought reaches your brain, Enjin is sucking his fingers clean, savoring your flavor as your eyes meet.
“This cunt’s too sweet for that sour attitude you got all the time.” He slaps your ass appreciatively, and you yelp as he moves in between your legs, his erection heavy and bobbing proudly. “How about I change that?”
Your muscles ache as Enjin pushes your legs back, folding you into a mean mating press as he adjusts his hips, hissing as he finds your opening, the tight heat threatening to swallow him whole.
“Someone’s awful glad to see me,” he teases before plunging in. Unprepared for his size, you claw at his back, an uninhibited cry echoing through the room as you’re stretched to the limit, walls parting at the intrusion. Tears blur your vision at the mild sting of accommodating him, a confusing mix of sensations bubbling up from your core. You’d never felt so full, so utterly at another’s mercy, and when Enjin bullies himself further into your channel, you can’t help but brokenly moan as he bottoms out.
There was no room for softness. Urgency rushes into Enjin’s system, and he pounds into you, the slap of skin on skin ringing in your ears as he takes, the aphrodisiac spurring him on and keeping him impossibly hard. Your nails leave crescent-shaped dents in his back as he ruts, his spongy tip kissing your cervix, your cunt leaking all over him as your breasts bounce with each movement.
“Shit…that’s a good girl taking all of me…gonna milk my cock dry huh…with this greedy pussy…” Filthy wet schlick schlick squelching issues from your cunt as Enjin slides in nd out with ease, each passing stroke only loosening you further to remain impaled on his cock, every nerve electrified and sparking under your skin.
It was all you could do not to scream in delight, your walls clenching and sucking him in deeper as Enjin’s hips stutter, movement becoming sloppy as he reaches another peak.
“Holy fuck…gonna…fill this pussy so good…fuck that attitude outta ya…”
A powerful shudder grips Enjin’s body, and he’s reduced to broken pants as he slams into you, burying himself in your snug channel as he cums, thick ropes of cream shooting from his tip and coating your messy walls. But Enjin remains as hard as ever, his tip sensitive and nearly pushing himself into overstimulation as he continues to thrust.
After several rounds of intense fucking, Enjin finally softens, the effects of the aphrodisiac finally wearing off, and your hole is a messy pool of seed, leaking obscenely, your belly slightly distended from the combined volume of his deposits. Sweat, spit, and other bodily fluids coat your skin, both of you glistening as you lie on the bed, spent.
Your muscles burn and ache, your cunt utterly stretched and destroyed by Enjin’s cock. But after catching his breath, Enjin turns and surprises you with a gentle cuddle before pulling you into his arms.
“Do ya still hate me?” His voice is drowsy and fatigued. You pretend to think about it, then sigh, kissing his chin.
“No. But insult my gummies again…”
Enjin raises his hands in surrender. “Never again. I promise.” He grins as you settle against him, nuzzling your hair as he calls you the name you’d despised for months, but now it brings a smile to your lips.
“My candy witch.”