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The soft murmurs of a movie play in the background of your cozy little apartment. The sun has dipped below the horizon, illuminating the sky with shades of vibrant violets and oranges and pinks. It’s a beautiful evening in Zaun, and you’re cuddled close to your favorite person around. You’re sitting on the couch, snugly tucked under Jinx’s arm, head resting atop her chest. It’s a perfect moment, and you’re relishing in the warmth of her breath, light against your skin, of the way her chest softly rises and falls, of her beating heart and the way she holds you as close as possible. Jinx’s free hand is tracing little circles all over your thigh, causing you to shiver slightly at the foreign feeling. You’re clad in nothing but one of her old sweatshirts, not having bothered to put anything on beneath. Jinx’s hand drifts up further as she absentmindedly continues to trace delicate patterns along the soft skin peeking out.
You softly let out an involuntary moan, overwhelmed with the sensation. You desperately hope Jinx won’t notice, won’t comment on the way your mouth fell open and eyes fell closed, head tipping slightly back as a response to the euphoric pleasure her delicate fingertips brought you. She had barely even touched you, and hadn’t even done it on purpose—and yet, you couldn’t help yourself.
Jinx, of course, notices.
“Y/n. Are you alright?” She asks, eyes full of mock concern.
“No, of course not, Jinx.” You reply curtly “I just... everything feels so sensitive. You haven’t touched me in weeks, and you know it!”
Jinx smiles devilishly. Her fingers still rest gently on your thigh, and you clench your legs together in an effort to reduce the painful throbbing between them. It’s an all too well known feeling, and you’re suddenly hyper aware of the way her shirt dips beneath her collarbone, of the way her tattoos peek out from the bottom of her ribs, of the lustful look in her eyes, of the way her fingertips rest ever so gently upon your thigh, ready to squeeze and pounce at any moment.
“Jinx,” you moan out, breath catching in the back of your throat. “Please!”
“What’s wrong, kitten?” She asks, gripping your thigh harder, bright pink and blue nails pressing against your skin. Her touch is warm, fingers gripping your thigh as though there’s no tomorrow, nails digging tiny crescents into the soft exposed flesh.
“I... need you,” you whisper. “I can’t wait any longer. Need you to touch me,” you whimper. “It’s been too long, Jinx.”
Jinx looks at you, face full of pretend concern. “Are you sure? Does my little kitten want to be touched? Don’t give me that look—“
You’re pouting, and you’re annoyed. Jinx has been teasing you relentlessly for weeks, refusing to give in and give you what you want.
And thus, you decide to take what you want--consequences be damned.
You cut her off with a rough kiss, pushing her against the back of the couch. Your lips crash against hers, fervent, arduous, fiercely moving against her as you forcefully shove your tongue down her throat. Your hands trail up and down her body, slipping below her shirt to cup her small breasts, fingers finding their way to her pebbled nipples, twisting the metal piercings shot through them. You swiftly move to straddle her hips, tangling your hands in her hair. If she won’t give you what you want, then perhaps you’ll just take it for yourself. The throbbing between your legs hasn’t gone away, and if anything—it’s gotten worse. In a moment of impulse, you move to grab Jinx’s wrists, pinning them to the wall above her head.
Unbeknownst to you, Jinx is internally grinning, deviously plotting out exactly how she plans to punish you for your transgressions.
As you kiss Jinx, you subconsciously grind your hips against her, reveling in the feeling of her pants against your core. You can feel the cold buttons rub against your aching clit, the sensation anything but foreign but entirely welcome. You begin to grind faster, hips moving as you grow more and more desperate.
Jinx notices the not-so-subtle roll of your hips against hers and pushes up against you. You moan at the sudden increase in intensity, and Jinx grins.
“Does my kitten want to take charge? You’re in trouble now, y/n. I hope you recognize just how much you’ve just fucked yourself over.”
“You say that now, Jinx, but need I remind you who is both on top--and who has your wrists pinned to the wall?”
Jinx laughs.
“Kitten, do you seriously think you’re in control here?”
Your eyes go wide, and you begin to sputter.
“Me--I am so COMPLETELY in charge right now,” you say, tripping over your words as Jinx continues to stare at you, hands still pinned above her head.
“You might be on top of me, kitten, but we both know who is in charge here.”
“If you keep taunting me like that, Jinx, so help me--”
“Or what?” she asks, a playful glint in her eyes.
“Or I’ll-- I’ll...” you stumble, words failing you. Jinx’s thigh conveniently finds its way back in between yours, and with a quick thrust upwards, your mind turns to jelly. You whimper in response, core aching and resolve fading.
“You’re cute when you try to be in charge. Now. I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet. Does my little kitten get off from pretending to be in charge?”
“No,” you whimper. “I am not pretending!! I am definitely in charge.”
Jinx laughs. “You’re so fucking hot when you whimper, my little kitten. I love hearing those little whimpers for me--those airy fairy breathless little moans. Maybe if you would just fucking behave, I’d give you reasons to moan properly...”
Jinx shakes her head.
“But instead, you act like a naughty little kitten. I should just have you fuck my thigh and leave you tied up tonight.”
“Jinx…” you whine. She stops abruptly.
“Don’t you fucking give me that tone, young lady. You’ve been acting naughty little whore recently; honestly, I really should just spank that fucking pussy of yours and leave you tied up here with no way of getting out,” she spits at you, aggression dripping from every word.
Her fingers ghost up the sides of your body, hesitantly--too hesitantly.
“Let’s take this somewhere else, kitten,” she whispers. “I want to make this memorable for you.”
Jinx scoops you up into her arms, carrying you into the bedroom that the two of you shared. She carefully places you on the edge of the bed, stooping down to kiss you again. It’s soft and delicate, tender and sweet. She breaks away for a second, moving her lips down to your neck. You grip the sheets as she places open mouthed kisses down the length of your neck, occasionally stopping to suck just a little bit harder on the spots that draw the loudest moans from you. Every so often, she’ll bite down roughly, teeth leaving dark purple marks over the exposed column of your throat and the soft expanse of your collarbone. She’s territorial--brutal, each mark a tangible reminder that you’re hers--and only hers. Her hands dip underneath the hem of your sweatshirt, moving higher and higher.
“You’re mine,” she growls softly, eyes hazy and mouth grinning. “And only mine. I won’t have you forget that.”
You whimper in response.
“Please, Jinx. I need more.”
“I know you want more, but I don’t really know if you need more.”
Jinx smirks again, but moves to gently kiss you—an abnormally tender kiss, at that, to your lips before continuing her crusade of kisses down your body. Her warm hands reach your breasts, slowly kneading the soft flesh. You groan at the sensation, yelping slightly when she pinches your nipples intently, tugging sharply. When she finally reaches the collar of your sweatshirt, her hands return once again to the hem. She grips the bottom slightly, stopping for a second.
“I’m taking this off of you,” she declares, staring into your eyes. “I like you better when you don’t have anything on, I think.”
She giggles.
“Then again, I also just like you in general.” Her expression quickly darkens again, and she’s next to your ear in a flash, softly nipping at the shell of your heat-flushed ear.
“I’m going to fuck you senseless,” she growls, low and intensely.
You nod, desperate for Jinx to touch you again, to feel her skin against yours, to relish in the newfound feeling of ecstasy. Jinx gently lifts the sweatshirt up over the top of your head, and her jaw visibly drops as she takes in the sight of your fully bare body. Every time she sees your body, she reacts as though she’s seeing it for the first time. Sure, she’ll fuck you into the neighboring solar system, sending your brain into the stratosphere and leave you a drooling, babbling mess, but that doesn’t mean she won’t appreciate everything in front of her whilst she’s doing it.
“You’re absolutely stunning,” she whispers. “I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful. Nor have I ever met anyone so bratty. ”
You blush automatically, body betraying you as you attempt to angrily stare back at Jinx.
“I hate you,” you growl. “So much.”
Jinx nods, rolling her eyes at you. “I love you too, kitten. You help me keep my brain quiet.”
Jinx returns her attention to your body, softly nipping at your collarbone and she gently kisses her way down your body. She pushes you back against the pillows, mouth wandering down to your breasts. She takes a delicate nipple into her mouth, fingers softly toying with the other. You moan loudly at the sensation, toes curling as you see white. She’s strangely gentle--which only means that you’re in for a world of trouble. When Jinx starts gentle, it means she’s only preparing to fuck you as long--and as hard--as she possibly can. After all, you’ve made her very angry, and angry Jinx fucks like a feral beast in mating season. After what feels like a blissful eternity, she repeats the action on the other before kissing her way down your stomach. She’s getting dangerously lower, and you can barely think straight. She looks up at you one final time, visually asking for consent.
“God, Jinx, please! Just fuck me already,” you whimper, needing her now more than ever.
Jinx is quick to cut you off abruptly with a sharp tug to your hair, pain exploding behind your eyelids as she yanks your head forcefully back against her shoulder, firmly holding you in place.
“Patience,” she whispers. “Is a virtue. And I think you need to learn it.”
“You’re beautiful, princess,” she murmurs softly, so softly you almost don’t quite catch the delicate words as they tumble out of her lips. “I just wish you didn’t have to be such a brat all the time. You only make things harder on yourself.”
You tug at Jinx’s hand, urging her to let go for just a second. Leaning forward, you press your lips against Jinx’s, kissing her lightly. It’s a brief but welcome reprieve from the events of the night prior, and the events that are to come.
“I love you, Jinx," you whisper in a gravelly tone, soft and subdued, ever conscious of the way the words burn your battered throat.
“I love you too, kitten.”
With that, Jinx swiftly pulls away from you, grabbing ahold of your jaw, inspecting the myriad constellation of marks she’s left along your body.
“And, as much as I would love to spoil you right now and fuck you with my tongue until you see stars, I still have a few more lessons to teach you before I will allow you to cum.”
She roughly shoves three of her fingers into your mouth as far as she possibly can, forcing you to gag violently, your throat convulsing spasmodically as you adjust to the feeling of her long, slender digits invading your airway.
“Suck, kitten,” she orders, her tone steely and uncompromising. “Get my fingers nice and wet for me.”
You look up into Jinx’s eyes, obediently suckling around her fingers. Your tongue laves around her skin, eyes rolling back into your head. You attempt to close your thighs together to get some sort of friction against your aching middle, but Jinx abruptly presses her hand against your leg and shoves her fingers even further down your throat, causing you to moan loudly around the digits.
After what feels like a blissful eternity choking and gagging around her digits, Jinx finally removes her fingers from your mouth, a string of glistening spit stretched between the two of you; you can’t help but reflexively moan at the sight.
“I’ll bet you want these fingers somewhere else, huh, little one? Want me to put these fingers in that aching, sloppy cunt of yours? Rub your clit until you cum for me?”
“Yes, please, Jinx. Please put your fingers on me, please show me how good you are, please,” you whimper, frantic and vehement, your words dripping in unmistakable urgency. “I can’t take it anymore.”
At that, Jinx’s lips quirk into a playful smirk—her hand trails down your body in lieu of response, calloused palms lightly fluttering over the expanses of flushed skin, bare and ripe for the taking beneath her province.
It takes what feels like forever (well, to you, at least), but her fingers finally reach that sinful spot, delicately ghosting over the sensitive tissue. She moans at the feeling of your deliciously swollen cunt, unable to help herself as she relishes in the slick that quickly begins to coat her fingers. She pulls away, bringing her fingers into her mouth. She pulls them out with a loud pop, her saliva mixed with the fluids from your cunt as she sighs in pure ecstasy.
“Princess, you taste fucking incredible, and I haven’t even fucked you yet,” she growls out. You simply moan in desperation, unable to form any sort of coherent sentence at all.
Her fingers drift back down to your throbbing cunt, going deeper this time. Her fingers part your puffy folds, fingers dancing dangerously close to your aching clit. Her fingers finally reach that sinful button, and she presses down lightly. You cry out in agony and pleasure, for the feeling of her fingers finally reaching your aching clit is simply overwhelming.
“Do you need something, little one? Hm? Something on your mind?” You whimper as Jinx’s fingers slowly rub your clit with not nearly enough drive to push you over. She slowly pulls her shirt off before getting up to hang it on the back of a chair in the corner of your room. She walks back over to you, thrusting her crotch right in front of your face as she unbuttons her pants. Of course, she’s not wearing any sort of undergarment whatsoever.
You gasp at the sight.
Jinx doesn’t say anything in response. Instead, she swiftly moves between your legs, merely licking a long stripe across your dripping mound, relishing in the way you taste. She continues to explore your dripping cunt with her tongue, moaning as you press your hips against her face. She sucks your clit into her mouth, taking her time to explore every aspect of your trembling body. Her mouth is warm, and her tongue is delicate, ghosting over the sensitive flesh of your exposed middle. Her hands are firmly gripped to your hips, holding your hips in place as you squirm and writhe against the bed, body subconsciously moving away from the intense stimulation as her tongue continues to lick and flick at your swollen cunt. It’s intoxicating, and you’re having a hard time thinking straight.
But before you can fall over that perilous edge into intoxicating bliss, Jinx moves away. You buck your hips in frustration, body shaking from the loss of sensation.
“Jinx,” you whine, craving more from her.
“What, kitten,” she taunts, fingers dipping below the waistband of her pants. “Did you seriously think I’d let you get off that easily?”
She laughs, pulling her fingers from her pants, walking over to you.
“Open,” she commands. You obey, and Jinx shoves her fingers down your throat roughly, tickling the back of your throat.
“Do you like the taste, kitten? Do you want more?”
You whimper in response.
“That’s what I thought.”
Jinx quickly sheds her pants, and moves over to you, positioning herself over your head.
It’s truly a magnificent sight to behold.
“You’re going to put that dirty mouth of yours to work for me, kitten. I think that you need to be taught a lesson, and I think that you should learn how to properly shut up. Maybe someday I’ll put a gag in that pretty mouth of yours, bind your wrists, and keep you in my workroom while I work on things…”
She’s still positioned above your head, cunt leaking and glistening with arousal.
She’s a bit of a sadist.
“Fuck,” you moan softly. “You’re so beautiful, Jinx.”
She smells invigorating, and you salivate at the sight and smell. You move towards her, gently licking up the folds of her glistening cunt. She’s dripping, slick leaking out of her tight pussy. You’re sucking and licking with tiny little kitten licks that have Jinx going absolutely mad, desperate whimpers and curses spilling from her rosy lips as she grinds down against your face, hips fervent and needy. This spurs you on to do better, to overstimulate her until she’s sobbing herself.
You continue to bite and suck and lick, enjoying the feel of Jinx’s swollen cunt beneath your tongue. It’s warm and puffy and delicious, and you can’t get enough. She moans into your cunt, clearly pleased with the work you’re doing. When she finally cums, you moan in delight, the vibrations spurring Jinx on. Jinx pulls away from you, pinning you to the bed once more, eyes looking into your lust blown face. She presses an ardent kiss to your lips, tasting herself on your tongue, moaning at the sensation. She pulls away, inquisitively searching your face.
“I suppose you’d probably like to ride my cock now, huh, kitten? Would you like that? I’ll bet you would.”
You whimper, frantically nodding your head yes. You’re soaked, and your cunt has been clamping down around nothing for far too long. She smirks, and GOD, as if you hadn’t already seen enough of that painfully attractive smirk for one night.
She leaves the room for a minute, returning with her latest purchase firmly attached between her legs. She carefully lifts your hips up, lining you up with the bright red cock nestled between her hips. Without warning, she thrusts into you, hips jutting towards yours, skin slapping against skin as you throw your head back in ecstasy, moaning. You’re sure all of Zaun would be able to hear you had the windows been open, but to hell if you cared at this point.
Jinx continues to jut her hips up against you, slamming into you at an absolutely inhuman pace. You’re frantically grinding your hips against hers, trying to create as much friction as you possibly can.
“J-j-jinx,” you manage to moan out between thrusts. “I’m going to cum. Please please please may I cum?”
Jinx nods her head. “You’ve taken your punishment well, kitten. I think you deserve a chance to cum.”
Jinx’s second hand trails down to your clit, rubbing small, tight little circles. You tilt your head back in ecstasy, and just as you’re falling over the precipice, Jinx tugs at your nipples harshly. You scream out in blissful agony, body dissolving into ecstasy. You still your hips against Jinx’s cock, gripping the bed sheets as you lean towards her. Your toes curl up, and your eyes roll into the back of your head as white clouds your vision, fireworks exploding from your clit. It’s the most euphoric thing you’ve ever felt in your life, and you merely moan as Jinx holds you steady, guiding you through the intense orgasm.
You’re pretty much spent at this point, and your body is exhausted. Your nipples are on fire, and your clit feels like fireworks. Jinx smiles up at you softly, moving her hands to cup your breasts. She carefully massages the soft skin, gently pinching your nipples. You moan at the feeling, incredibly sore and overstimulated. Jinx removes her hands and gently cups your chin. When you’ve finally finished spasming from post orgasmic bliss, she flops down onto the bed next to you. She grabs her hoodie, pulling it back over your head. She’s pulled an oversized T-shirt on, and her face is glowing.
“I love you,” she says, leaning forward to brush a piece of hair out of your face. “You did so well, kitten. I am so proud of you.”
You blush, relishing in her sweet words.
“It was... better than I could have ever dreamed, Jinx. Every time you fuck me feels like the first time. I would not have wanted it any other way.”
Jinx smiles, pulling you into her arms. She presses a kiss to the top of your forehead, happy to be holding you close.