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Ice cream. Cookies and Cream. Cookies and Cream ice cream.
Ice cream and cookies. Cream and ice. Ice cookies and cream.
Ice cream. Ice cookies and cookies. No, no. Ice cream. Ice. Cream.
It’s a nonsensical supercell of thoughts, but if Ekko doesn’t repeat his one-item shopping list like a mantra in his head, he’ll surely exit the supermarket with more than just his coveted pint. Like a bag of gummy worms larger than his head, spicy chips that’ll slowly tear open a hole in his stomach lining, or blue raspberry soda that’ll have his tongue stained for days, no matter how hard he scrubs at it with his toothbrush.
After five straight months of healthy food, he craves tooth-rotting, artery-clogging junk like a toddler or teenager or both.
Why is he sticking to his diet so diligently? Because on Christmas morning, one of the many gifts his adoptive father, Benzo, had lovingly stuffed into his stocking was a cruise ticket.
‘Aw man, you shouldn’t have!’ Ekko thanked, feeling happiness and dread and a little bit tipsy from the spiked eggnog. He examined the date, biting his lip when he realized it’d take place at the height of summer. Ekko would be damned if he swaggered onto that oversized boat bearing his “broke college student whose diet consists of microwave ramen and cold as hell scrambled eggs from the breakfast hall” body. So, he decided to get fit.
Wasn’t all that hard really. Eating sleep for dinner did wonders for his tummy! Oh, and he worked out a little, too. Sit-ups, push-ups, jogging and, occasionally, swimming got him looking right in just a couple of months. And walking. Lots and lots of walking.
That’s why he’s finally going easy on himself now with this ice cream. He could hardly sleep – was tossing and turning all throughout the night – nothing on his mind but cakes, cookies, banana pudding… peach cobbler with a dollop of whipped cream on top… gooey brownies sprinkled with sea salt… velvety smooth pound cake with a side of ice cream – cookies and cream to be specific.
At around the 2:30 AM mark, Ekko couldn’t take it anymore. He rose from his twisted up nest of blankets, threw on something comfy, grabbed his keys, and was off to the nearest 24-hour supermarket.
He’d already retrieved the pound cake a couple nights ago after finishing a day of shopping for the trip with Benzo. It’d been sitting there on the old guy’s counter all evening. Taunting Ekko. Calling out to him. Eat me. Eat me. You know you want to, bitch.
So, that night, when Ekko fake yawned and sat up on the couch after the movie they’d been watching had ended – an attempt to subtly let Benzo know he’d be leaving soon – he got to work.
While Benzo was waddling sleepily around the living room collecting his things and turning off any lights or electronics, Ekko rifled through his cabinets, looking for suitable tupperware. Cheering silently after finding the correct container, he prepared himself for the hardest part – opening the thunderous, head-splitting, ear-piercing plastic cake display without letting Benzo know of his plan.
Ekko slunk into the backyard, hiding in a spot outside Benzo’s hearing range and untouched by moonlight. As he split the plastic top from its bottom as quietly as physically possible, he swore he could hear a dog bark in response two blocks down. The crickets went quiet. He’s sure, somewhere, a flock of birds flew off. Somewhere where it was daytime.
After successfully transferring the cake to his “borrowed” tupperware, he hid the container on a shoe rack next to the front door. Then, to ensure that everything was as it was and he definitely didn’t just commit GTD (Grand Theft Dessert), Ekko bothered Benzo as he prepared for bed, talking his ear off about illegal dog breeding and how fake ghost-chasing TV shows are.
Eventually, Benzo shooed Ekko away, wishing him a safe drive home and a good night’s rest, and Ekko grinned a Grinch-ish grin as he left, pound cake in tow. Surely he won’t notice that his entire cake has gone missing, right?
Now, all he needed was his ice cream. Did it specifically have to be cookies and cream? No, but that’s what he imagined eating and it’d feel weird if he picked any other flavor. Don’t ask how his brain works. Just accept it.
The streets are stop-and-go at the unholy hour of 2:43 AM, something Ekko could stretch his hands and thank the high heavens for. Blessedly, the parking lot of the supermarket is also desolate, save for a meager number of cars he assumes belongs to the overnight workers, as well as other shoppers who are just as restless as him.
Ekko parks near the edge of the lot where the trees sit tall and dark. It’s a poor parking job, but it’s nearly 3 AM and he’s running on a grand thirty minutes of sleep. Cut him some slack.
As Ekko walks to the front doors, he tries inhaling the muggy late-spring, pre-summer air. He looks up towards the stars, imagining how they twinkle against the velvety night sky, and thinks of how cookies and cream is basically the inverse. A white backdrop dotted with delicious cookie chunks.
He needs that fucking ice cream.
Once inside, he makes a beeline for the freezers near the back, trying not to look at the displays showing off strawberry shortcakes, double fudge squares, and honey-glazed blueberry banana muffins. He ignores the spicy chips and nutty caramel candy, tries not to spare glances at any “because I can” purchases like a giraffe plush that looks cute or a hat with bunny ears.
Cookies and cream. That’s what he’s here for. Nothing else.
Ekko marches past a guy who looks like he’s on Something eyeing a tower of canned ravioli when he at long last arrives at the hallowed row of freezers. He slows, eyes darting from oversized bags of precooked finger foods to microwaveable dinners. Saliva pools in his mouth as he ogles a string of frozen pizzas. God, how nice would it be to sink his teeth into a slice of piping hot, greasy pepperoni pizza…
He shakes his head. Got to stay focused.
Next to netted bags of ice pops and ice cream sandwiches (ew), he finally finds all the tubs of ice cream. Rocky road (...FOCUS!), Napoleon (meh), mint chocolate chip (he’d rather lick the floor clean), olive oil (???), and then…
Thank the lord. Cookies and cream.
A grateful breath leaves Ekko as he opens the freezer door, beholding their creamy, cookie-y beauty. They sit in organized rows, fluorescent lights shining down on them like heavenly light, calling out Ekko’s name like he’s their god and they’re ready to fulfill their sacrificial duty of being eaten.
Second to the left, he hears a pint personally calling his name.
“Oh, what was that? You’re ready for me to commit sinful acts to you and eat you all in one night? Aye, you don’t gotta tell me twice, baby.” Ekko grabs the tub and leaves the aisle before he becomes tempted by any other flavors or foods calling out to him like a siren song.
Yeah, he really should get to sleep as soon as possible.
Bearing his ice cream and nothing else (his wallet is thanking him), he heads to the one open cash register feeling like he’s on top of the world. He can’t wait to get home, scarf down his dessert, possibly watch the sunrise, and pass out with no regrets.
Ekko hands his item to the cashier, looking her up and down the same way she’s currently doing to him.
She’s really pretty – moon-pale skin, sugar plum lips, and a smattering of freckles dotting the bridge of her button nose. Her dizzying blue hair is secured in a messy bun, stray locks hanging near her robin’s egg gaze. Jinx, he reads on her nametag, wears an unbuttoned polo that clings to her like a second skin.
He swallows when he notices outlines of jewelry sitting at the twin peaks of her chest, then darts his eyes back up toward her face. Because only perverts stare at a girl’s tits after just meeting her, right?
Jinx bites her bottom lip, trying not to smirk, and Ekko thinks he might just go lock himself in a freezer.
Fuck. Of course she caught him looking. If she asks, he’ll just say his eyes were on her nametag. Clearly.
“You PMSing?” she asks in a scratchy voice.
Ekko blinks. “I’m… sorry?”
Jinx holds up the ice cream. “Who comes all the way to the supermarket to buy one tub of ice cream? Either you’re PMSing or your girlfriend is. Or you’re high.”
Ekko stares at her, mouth agape. Whatever was supposed to be the start of a sentence dies in his throat, so all that escapes is an awkward, drawn out squeak. Then he closes his mouth. Then opens it again after licking his lips.
“... I don’t have a girlfriend,” he says after what feels like forever.
“Damn,” she says. “It would’ve been way hotter if you did.”
His eyes flutter in surprise as he shakes his head in disbelief. “Wh… Huh?”
“$4.49. Cash or credit?” she asks. For an instant, he forgets the bewildering interaction as his mouth once again falls open. Four hard-earned dollars and forty-nine cents for ONE tub of ice cream? Good god! Putting “learn how to make ice cream by hand” on his to-do list will be his top priority after getting home.
“Can’t afford it?” she says, breaking him from his outrageous-price-induced near stupor. Her gaze dances from his eyes, then to his lips, then back to his eyes in a triangular motion. “I know a way you could–”
“Sorry, I don’t have any coupons or codes or anything,” he interrupts, digging through his pocket for wallet. “It’s just… wow. Almost $5 for one tub of ice cream. Jesus.”
Jinx just hums in indifference, snatching the bill from Ekko after he fishes it out. After a quiet moment of her rifling through the register for his change, he says, “... Do I really look like I’m on my period or something?”
Her eyes rove over him again, taking in his oversized zip up, sweatpants, and tank top with its dubious stain near the neckline.
“Yes,” she says plainly.
“Well I’m not. I just got a craving for ice cream I haven’t had in a couple months.”
She nods, dropping change in his hand. “Why haven’t you had it in so long…?”
“‘Cause I’ve been working out.”
She arches a brow, leaning forward on the scanner. “That so? I’d like to see the progress… If you don’t mind.”
Ekko’s heart thumps out of sync for a second. He looks around, observing the vacant area, and turns back to Jinx. She is waiting patiently, arms crossed with a teasing smile playing at her lips. He licks his lips again and nods. No harm in showing off the fruits of his labor, right?
He slowly unzips his hoodie. Jinx follows the motion as if she were a lioness and he were a zebra, mentally counting down the last seconds of its life in the heat of the savannah. He doesn’t want to draw out the removal of his hoodie too long, in case someone walks past wondering what the fuck they’re doing, but he also wants to torture Jinx a little. Make her wait.
Unfortunately, someone does come around the corner of one of the aisles – a worker pulling a pallet jack behind him – but luckily he’s on his phone paying them no attention. Still, his presence startles Ekko into motion, much to Jinx’s amusement.
He fully unzips his hoodie, letting it fall open to the crooks of his elbows before shedding it completely and setting it on the bagging area. Here, standing in this 60-something degrees supermarket, he shivers, feeling completely naked under Jinx’s wolfish scrutiny.
Ekko looks good. He knows he does. He’s been living healthily since December – substituting chocolate bars for granola ones and drinking raw egg instead of raspberry sugar booger blast – and feels great. But secretly, he hopes that Jinx likes what she sees. That she won’t make fun. He’ll be on a cruise for a couple weeks, and if a cute girl doesn’t like what she sees now, then will cute girls on the cruise, bikini-clad and looking for a fun night, even like what they see?
To improve his chances of a positive response, he flexes for Jinx, watches how she drinks in the sight of his muscles shifting under the dark skin. She leans forward even more, which emboldens Ekko to lift his tank and show off the obliques leading down to the waistband of his sweats.
Ekko breathes evenly, even though the thumpthump-thumpthump of his hummingbird heart begs him to hyperventilate.
“Thoughts?” he asks, tapping at his rippling abdomen.
Jinx starts, looking as if she suddenly realized she’d been about to hop over the scanner, and leans back coolly. Playfulness glitters in her previously entranced eyes.
“I’ve seen bigger muscles on my sister,” she says resolutely.
Ekko squints in an unimpressed glare and tugs his shirt back down. Jinx grins cheekily as she bags the ice cream, and hands it over to him.
“Wow. Thanks,” he says. “A lot.”
Before he can take it, Jinx snatches the ice cream back, eliciting another look from Ekko. “Wanna see? My sister’s muscles, I mean.”
“I’m good.” He grabs his hoodie and reaches for the plastic bag only for Jinx to veer back again. She turns around, sliding her phone out her back pocket (Ekko tries not to notice how nicely her khakis hug her ass) and taps away, looking for something. Ekko, meanwhile, awkwardly clears his throat. “Um, I’d like to have my things so I can go, please.”
“ Thing, ” she corrects. “You only have one item. And look.”
Ekko stifles a groan as she shoves her phone in his face. He doesn’t want to see this girl’s buff sister, he just wants to leave and pretend like this whole interaction never happened. His ego was damaged – so sue him.
But he decides to entertain her so she’ll be incensed to give him his thing so he can go.
Vi123456789Vi on Instagram flexes her impressive back muscles at the camera, an immaculate tattoo flowing down her back and arms. Ekko lifts a finger to swipe and is greeted with a picture of her holding some girl with deep blue hair in a full nelson. The post has 62,000 likes and counting. Wow, he’s witnessing the overwhelming power of thirsty lesbians at work.
“Well, whaddya think?” Jinx asks.
“...Her hair’s dope,” Ekko says, sliding to another picture. In it, she’s throwing back a beer, seemingly unaware of the camera. Jeez, the aura this chick has. Ekko should follow her when he gets home.
“You’re supposed to be looking at her muscles, doofus,” Jinx says with a smile.
“Her muscles are dope, too.”
“Doper than yours?” she questions, locking her phone and sliding it in her back pocket with a smirk.
Ekko slides his hoodie back on and grabs his bag of ice cream, which gratefully hasn’t been held out of reach this time. “Jury’s still out.”
He relishes in the way Jinx rolls her eyes.
Ekko flashes her a smile and steps out of that accursed register line. “Peace.”
“Good night. Thanks for shopping with us,” Jinx says, her eyes following him even as he leaves the store.
Well that took longer than it should’ve.
It’s 3:01 AM. Past the unholy hour and venturing into ungodly. This time only sees children who are up playing video games, college students who definitely aren’t passing that test no matter how much they tried to cram, and him, because he craved sugar so deeply he had to get up and go to the supermarket to quiet his quells.
Now, he can finally be on his way home and indulge.
Ekko opens the door to his car and falls into the driver’s seat with a sigh, leaning over the center console to buckle his ice cream in the passenger’s seat. Five or so minutes from now, he’ll be melting in the rich, creamy goodness of his (Benzo’s) pound cake and staving off brain freeze from shoveling ice cream down his throat. Oh, it’s so great to be an adult.
He’s about to close the door when a hand shoots out and stops him.
“Hold it.”
Ekko jumps so hard he’s certain his skull put a dent in the roof. His heart jackrabbits behind his ribcage as Jinx watches him with wide eyes and barely contained amusement.
“Jesus you scared the absolute shit outta me,” Ekko says, digging his thumb nail into the leather of the stick shift to calm himself. He studies her face, a question no doubt on his own. When Jinx doesn’t say anything, he asks, “What?”
“You forgot this.” She digs into her pocket and pulls out a single metal spoon. It reflects his confused expression back at him. “For the ice cream,” she clarifies.
Ah, right. For the ice cream. Because that totally makes sense.
“Thank… you,” he says slowly, taking the spoon from her. Ekko looks up at her, hoping to find an answer somewhere, but sees nothing. Jinx has schooled her visage into neutrality surprisingly quick. “I’ve got plenty of spoons at home though…”
“Do you have plenty of these at home?” she asks, suddenly brandishing a foil square that glints in the starlight.
Heat blooms across Ekko’s cheeks like spilled paint. “Wh–”
“Kidding! I’m just kidding,” Jinx cackles, like this is the funniest thing ever. Ekko, meanwhile, feels himself beginning to spiral. Is this some sort of prank? Is a camera crew going to emerge from the darkness, laughing and jeering at his flustered countenance? Or is this just how conversing with Jinx is: a struggle to keep up with, abnormal actions and odd responses at every turn?
She tosses the condom into his car, and Ekko watches it land unceremoniously into the passenger seat next to his cookies and cream. “Fuck, messing with you is so much fun.” She wipes an imaginary tear from her waterline, then notices the look he’s giving her. “What? I said I was kidding!”
Ekko scoffs. “Doesn’t really seem like you were.”
Jinx hums, suddenly sobered up from her laughing fit. “No, I wasn’t,” she says with a smirk. Before Ekko can question that, Jinx bursts into giggles again. “You should’ve seen your face though! Priceless.”
Ekko sighs, officially over her little bit. “Can I go now?”
“Where ya headed?” she asks, ducking into his car and breaching his bubble of personal space. One of her hands sits in the space between his legs, and the other rests on the roof of his car. Ekko’s eyes don’t know where to go; they flit from her unbutton collar to her kissable lips (did he say kissable? he meant… something else) and knowing gaze.
He takes a breath. It’s shaky, fuck. Fuck. He knows what that means. The last thing he needs is a boner; it’d just give Jinx more reason to tease him.
“Where else would I be headed after buying one pint of ice cream at 3 AM?” he eventually manages.
Jinx thinks for a moment, rocking back and forth, then says, “On a road trip?”
Ekko pins her with a look that makes her drop her head and snicker. When she raises her head, she’s biting her lip. “How do you feel about one night stands?”
He blinks, then, once the words hit him, hides his face in his hands. “Fuck,” he laughs, because how couldn’t he? The absurdity of every conversation he’s had with this girl (two conversations) since the moment he met her (a couple minutes ago) has had him feeling nothing but baffled. And horny. But mostly baffled. Like, his dick definitely twitched, no joke. But. The bafflement.
“...That wasn’t an answer,” Jinx says.
“I’ve never had one before,” Ekko mutters into his palms. “But,” he peeks through his fingers, feeling like a child trying to be brave, “I like to date girls before having sex with them. So… I don’t know if I’d like it.”
Jinx nods, a sardonic smile pulling at her lips. “How sweet. Here’s the thing though,” she says, still rocking back and forth, “I’m really fucking wet right now.”
His dick twitches again. “Okay.”
“And I don’t know if I can wait long enough for you to take me out to dinner before fucking my brains out.”
“Okay,” he repeats, his vocabulary becoming increasingly limited by the second.
“So it’s either this or I wait for someone else to ambush at 3 AM. I seriously doubt they’d be as hot as you though.”
His brain supplies “okay” for him to say in response, but he feels like he’d sound like a total moron if he said it a third time, so he just clears his throat and mutters, “... My ice cream might melt.”
“Well, that’s why we’ve got to make this quick, right?” she says, hunger burning in her eyes.
Ekko lets out a breath. “You’re…” impossible, incorrigible, a menace to a man you met less than ten minutes ago , “nuts.”
Jinx’s smile stretches from ear to ear. “I get that a lot.”
Despite Ekko’s preference for sex and dating, he has to admit with his chest that when Jinx abruptly grabbed his jaw and rushed forward, crushing their lips together with a moan, he felt a surge of arousal so intense that he would’ve come on the spot if not for the promise of more.
It’s a shame Ekko likes to take his potential partners out first. Feeling them out then feeling them up just makes sense, you know? He’s never had a one night stand before, because what’s the point of having great conversations, great chemistry, great sex… just to go your separate ways? It boggles Ekko’s mind.
Unfortunately, Jinx is making him have second thoughts about his way of doing things.
While her mouth is on his, tongue prodding at his lips in request that they part, she creeps into the car, onto his lap, and slams the door behind herself. She kisses him like she’s been waiting for years – centuries even – for this very moment, although their greetings, goodbyes, and greetings again haven’t even crossed let alone approached the twenty minute mark.
The thought of Jinx being so taken, so utterly bewitched by him that she felt the need to jump his bones as fast as humanly possible turns him on bad .
He opens his lips, giving Jinx access to his mouth, and she wastes no time shoving her tongue into the wet space and licking everywhere she can. As she kisses him deeply, her hands on either side of his neck, Jinx traces the line of his jaw with her thumbs. Ekko figures he should do something with his hands too and slowly inches a hand down, cupping his palm over the perfect globe of one of her asscheeks.
Suddenly, she breaks the kiss and silently stares down at his lap.
“What?” Ekko says.
“I wanna suck you off,” Jinx says, peering at the pitch in his pants.
He feels impossibly hard in his sweats, so much so that it almost hurts , and yet still, he can feel himself getting harder. How is that even possible? Ekko swallows, trying to calm himself somehow.
“What’s stopping you?” he asks, breathy.
“You look like you’re about to blow your load,” she responds plainly. Ekko wants to laugh, but he’s also feeling a little humiliated because is he that obvious? He breathes a shaky sigh and moves his hand down to the side of his carseat, pushing a button so that it reclines a little.
“So what?” he says. “I can go for as long as we need, or as many times as you want.”
Jinx raises her brows, smirking like the Cheshire Cat.
“Music to my ears,” is all she says as she slides out of his lap and onto the floor between his legs. As her fingers find the edge of his waistband, Ekko tilts the steering wheel up and pushes his seat back, giving her as much room as he can in the cramped car. It’d be much easier if she were in the passenger seat leaning over the center console, but it’s occupied by what he considers his accidental wingman.
She tugs his sweats down, and he lifts his hips to help her, heart thudding at double-time. His cock springs free – eager and thick and flushed – and Jinx gives it a look that sends heat curling low in his gut. Her fingers wrap around the base, then slide up the veined length, slow and deliberate, before she finally takes his tip into the wet heat of her mouth.
Ekko’s head falls back, thudding softly against the headrest. As she licks at the slit that’s already (embarrassingly) begun leaking precum, Ekko grits his teeth and tries to think of anything else – literally any fucking thing – to keep from coming too soon. He thinks of cake and ice cream, of cloudless skies spent on a family cruise, of Benzo and his lovable beer gut/food baby that will probably never go away.
Ew. He probably shouldn’t think about his adoptive dad while getting his dick sucked, but what’s the other alternative? Focus on Jinx and blow hot semen into her mouth seconds after she’s started sucking him off? No sir. Not happening.
Unfortunately, Jinx is a little troll who seems to have a great love for tormenting people. Without any sort of warning – no cheeky smirk or sly wink or obvious sign of any kind – she slides down his entire dick until her nose brushes his pelvis, and her throat tightens around the head of his cock in a way that shatters every ounce of restraint he’s clinging to. She moves her head up and down shallowly, making it so that she’s basically getting her throat fucked.
“Fucking– fuck. Damn,” is all Ekko can muster. Guttural moans in place of intelligible sentences seems to be the way to go, especially once Jinx starts massaging his nutsack in tandem with her ravishing his member.
Ekko slinks a hand to the back of her head, unclipping the claw that’s been holding her hair together. The strands spill over his trembling fingers as he replaces the clip’s hold with his own, gripping tight. He presses her down just a little more, testing, teasing. When it results in a moan rather than a gag, he becomes emboldened.
His voice slips into broken words and breathy moans, a steady stream of curses tumbling from his lips as he guides her head up to the tip and all the way back down, repeating the motion. Anytime he hits the back of her throat, she lingers for a second to swallow around him. It makes Ekko see stars, getting sucked like this. When her teeth graze a sensitive vein, it sends a jolt straight through him.
With a low groan, Ekko comes hard, pulsing deep into Jinx’s throat. He slaps a hand over his mouth, terrified someone might potentially hear him unraveling. His eyes are screwed shut so tight that phosphenes burst like fireworks behind his eyelids, kaleidoscopic and hypnotizing.
Jinx pulls off with a filthy slurp, lapping up any fluids trailing down his dick before it stains his seat. She glances up at him through fluttering lashes, and Ekko, after his soul finally re-enters his body and gives him back his sense of vision, realizes her eyeliner is trailing down her cheeks in dark trails. He reaches over the center console and opens the glove compartment, searching for napkins.
Jinx grabs his wrist. “What’re you doing?”
Ekko’s mouth opens and closes. From his spot in the seat, in this darkness, Jinx’s messy makeup and ruined hair almost makes her look like a… jilted bride. In a way. He wouldn’t say that out loud though.
“Um, your makeup is kinda…” He vaguely gestures at his own cheeks.
“You should be worrying less about my makeup and more about getting the rest of your clothes off, buster,” she rasps, rolling her eyes.
Ekko nods, because she’s right. Of course, she’s right. Still, he takes some napkins out. Just in case things get messy.
A quick scan of the parking lot shows no new cars, no smoke breaks, and no potential voyeurs. Feeling safe enough, he strips off the rest of his clothes. All that remains are his socks and crocs, which he kicks off right as Jinx climbs back into his lap and kisses him.
They return to where they started, only now Ekko’s completely naked, heart still hammering. Jinx pulls back, presses her forehead to his, and smooths her thumb over his bottom lip.
“You’re so fucking hot, you know that?” she murmurs, flicking her tongue out to tease the edge of his mouth. Ekko tries to chase her, but she pulls back with a wicked glint in her powder-blue eyes.
“So you’ve said,” he mumbles, dazed.
“Perfect allll over,” she purrs, dragging a finger down his chest. “Perfect face, perfect body, perfect cock…” She tilts his chin, kissing his throat, then his Adam’s apple, then lower, until her lips find his collarbones. Her hand trails down to his softening length, curling around him lazily.
“Perfect skin,” she whispers, kissing his shoulder. “Perfect hair… perfect voice…” She’s descending again, mouth now hovering over his nipple. “You’re a real catch, guy whose name I don’t know.”
It takes him off guard. For a moment, he doesn’t say anything. Just blinks. Then he laughs.
“It’s Ekko. M-my name is Ekko.”
Fuck. He’s such a loser for stuttering, but Jinx took his nipple into her mouth exactly as he was talking, so you can’t blame him.
As she licks and sucks reverently, he realizes he should probably do something with his hands, too. Jinx has been putting in work, and all he’s done is moan like a half-conscious caveman. He thinks back to when he first saw her in the store, how her piercings showed through her polo. How they still are.
He pulls her up gently and shifts her back into his lap. She looks at him, brows raised in question.
“It’s not fair that I’m the only one naked,” he says, tugging the hem of her polo until it’s above her navel. Yet another piercing glints there. He toys with the fabric, looking up at her. “Take this off.”
The corner of Jinx’s mouth twitches, but she obliges, peeling the shirt off in one fluid motion. Her breasts bounce free, nipples hard and pierced. Ekko’s mouth goes dry.
She hugs herself, seemingly a little bashful.
“They’re…” Ekko starts, eyes fixed on her chest.
“Small. I know,” Jinx says, her smile small but honest.
“Perfect,” Ekko corrects, bringing himself closer to her chest. “Just like the rest of you.” With that, he leans forward and latches on, swirling his tongue around one peak, then the other. His lips close around the metal and warmth, sucking like he’s savoring a lollipop.
Jinx squeaks, then laughs to cover it. “Aren’t you a charmer?”
“You started it,” he says, but his mouth is full of breast so he doesn’t think Jinx even understands him. As he lavishes her chest with attention, she shifts in his lap. When she doesn’t stop after a couple seconds, he pulls back, brow furrowed.
“Sorry,” she breathes, tugging at her khakis. “Just… trying to get these bad boys off.”
Ekko helps, tugging them and her underwear the rest of the way. His cock twitches when he sees evidence of her arousal – a clear string of fluid dangling from her pussy. After fully shedding her pants, Jinx moves forward, the slick moving with her and clinging onto his member, connecting their genitals like a thread of fate.
He’d have a pail of donkey shit for brains if he doesn’t ask for her number after this.
Jinx crashes into his lips again, and Ekko pulls her close, wrapping his arms around her waist. They kiss deeply, passionately, messily – but there’s another sound in the car that isn’t their lips moving against each other.
He breaks the kiss and glaces down, eyes widening as he watches her work two fingers inside herself, pumping quickly, shamelessly. The wet, creamy sounds her pussy makes causes something scalding to ignite in the pit of his stomach. Jinx leaves a trail of kisses along his jawline and stops to suck at his earlobe. Meanwhile, the hand that she isn’t using to finger herself finds his cock and strokes it steadily.
Ekko is more than ready. He’s hardened back up surprisingly quickly, waiting eagerly for what he’ll assume is the incoming (pun unintended…?) nirvana that is Jinx’s insides. He’s about to lead her hand to his her hole, pushing himself inside and experiencing some form of orgasmic projection, when athought strikes him, sobering and sharp.
Jinx glares at him as he reaches over the center console and picks up the tiny foil square she’d brandished at him a little bit ago.
“Condom,” he says.
Jinx simply nods, brows upturned in mock surprise, fingers moving even faster inside her for some reason.
“Thought I forgot, huh?”
Jinx mutters something. Kinda sounded like I wish you did , but he knows she’s probably joking. Probably.
Ekko chuckles nervously as he carefully opens it with his teeth and slides the plastic over his length. “Damn, kinda wish we had lube, too.”
“How’s this for lube?” Jinx says. Without warning, she sinks down onto him in one stroke.
Ekko gasps as if he’s been punched. That scalding feeling from before has turned blistering, his stomach a pit of molten sunlight. His hands are shaking as they fly to her waist, then her breasts, then back again, not knowing where to land. Jinx is hot, and wet, and impossibly tight. Trying to steady his breathing feels impossible.
“Are you–?”
“Nuts?” Jinx finishes, her laugh turning into a moan as Ekko digs his fingers into her skin. “ So you’ve said ,” she mocks. Ekko almost loses it right then and there.
He’s trying to be sweet, gentle, careful, but Jinx unashamedly hits the ground running. Kisses turn into tongue battles, blowjobs become throat fucks. It isn’t a flaw, not in the slightest, but it’s clear that if he wants to match her tempo, then he needs to pick up speed, too.
So he does.
He grips her thighs, lifts her slightly, and starts to thrust. Slow at first, to set a rhythm. Jinx is so unbelievably wet that he slips in and out with little resistance whatsoever, her tightness the only thing fighting back. He pulls out all the way to the head, her hole clenching around his throbbing member agonizingly tight, then slams back in. Each thrust is smoother than the last, and deeper, and louder.
Jinx swallows audibly and leans back, propped on one hand, the other rubbing frantic circles over her clit. Little whimpers and squeaks sneak out from her mouth, so she bites her bottom lip to keep from letting any more noise escape. Ekko won’t have that though. Jinx has been a menace to him the moment he met her, and now it’s his turn. He will unravel her.
He drives up into her harder, studying her every reaction as obscene noises fill the car. Every thrust into Jinx’s pussy is accommodated by an indecent squelch, and each time their bodies meet vulgar plap, plap, plap s sound on beat. Heat spreads through Ekko like a wildfire; he doesn’t think he’s ever had sex this hot in his entire life.
And of course it’s taking place in a car at a supermarket in the wee hours of the morning.
Jinx tries to keep rubbing herself, but suddenly stops, refocusing on bouncing in sync with his thrusts. Their rhythm is brutal, animalistic almost
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, please ,” Jinx sobs, her voice cracking. Drool drips from her chin. Her mascara has melted into twin rivers. “Please, please, Ekko, make me come baby, make me come–”
BEEEEEEEEEP!
The sound of his car horn tears through the silence of the parking lot like a roll of thunder. They both freeze. For the second time that night, Ekko is startled so hard he thinks he might have a heart attack. It doesn’t help that his pulse was already through the roof from them fucking like rabbits.
In her impassioned state, Jinx must’ve leaned back and hit the horn. Ekko glances toward the store, seeing if there’s anyone potentially looking out toward his car, and breathes a sigh of relief when no one examines the lot from the inside. While Ekko’s heart is doing Olympic-level cartwheels though, Jinx doesn’t even seem fazed. She wraps her arms around him, pulling him flush to her, and continues grinding like nothing even happened.
Ekko buries his nose into the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. He breathes in her sharp perfume, her sweat, her, her, her . His mind is filled only with her, her body, her warmth, her all-encompassing blueness. Jinx grinds harder, and Ekko’s breathing starts to stutter. She smiles, sweat trailing down her temple, hair a total mess, a fucking dream in the starlight.
“You gonna blow again?” she pants, trying to be smart but failing as her voice wobbles around the edges. “So soon? Fuck, ah … You’re so fucking pathetic–”
“Jinx,” he rasps. His hips stutter.
“Want you to come in me,” Jinx says, breathing heavily. “Breed this tight pussy Ekko, you know you want to–”
An embarrassing little whimper escapes Ekko, nearly in tears as Jinx’s hole tightens more and more around him as they both grow closer to climax. For the final stretch, he lifts her thighs and fucks her raw, thrusts uneven and arrhythmic.
He swears as he comes yet again, hot spurts of semen shooting into the condom. Jinx hugs him tight and shivers violently against his frame, coming on his cock, which she rides up and down on ruthlessly, draining every bit of cum as she possibly can out of Ekko.
“Shit,” Ekko says, taking deep breaths. He stares down at where his dick is embedded in her, and finally smoothes a thumb over her clitoris. Jinx clenches around him in response. If his dick were a living person, it’d be suffocated and dead, a husk ready to blow away in the wind.
Then he notices the trail of white leaking down the side of his cock.
Ekko sucks in a breath and lifts Jinx off himself, who yelps at the sudden loss of his girth. He watches with mortification as thick, white ropes of cum leak from her pulsing hole and onto his cock, where he finds a great puncture the size of his thumbnail also leaking his own cum onto him.
“Dude, Jinx–”
Jinx doesn’t respond. She just grabs his cock and begins aligning it to her opening, trying to reinsert it within herself. Ekko stops her by pulling his member away, and he ignores the half-hearted glare she gives him.
“Jinx, I, uh–”
“Spit it out,” she says, brows downturned.
Ekko swallows. “...The condom kind of, uh, broke.”
Jinx is quiet for a moment. Then she shrugs.
“So what?”
He blinks. “So– What do you mean so what?! I mean–”
“Ekko, look at me,” she says, grabbing his face and forcing him to meet her eyes. He stares into them, once again at a loss at how beautiful she is. “I work in a supermarket, okay? If I need a pregnancy test, or Plan B, or whatever the fuck, then I can easily get it. Don’t freak, okay?”
Ekko’s pulse slows as the words finally settle in. That’s right, she can just buy them as soon as they’re finished. No accidental pregnancy. Or at least, the chances of it happening have lowered to 0% now. Probably. His head hits the headrest as he relaxes, breathing heavily with Jinx as he properly comes down from his orgasm.
Outside the car, birds have begun to chirp and more cars are filling the roads. Not that many, since it’s still fairly early in the morning, but the streets are definitely more active now than they were when Ekko first arrived at the store.
He leans forward into Jinx’s space, smiling up at her. “Guess we’d better get cleaned up, huh?”
“No,” Jinx says right away. Ekko’s smile drops.
“No?”
She starts rubbing his soft cock, smearing the cum and slick between her swollen pussy lips. “We’re not done yet.”
Pardon?
“Pardon?” Ekko says aloud. “Jinx I–”
“Ekko, please,” she whines, trying to grind on his soft cock and ripping the condom open even more. “Fuck, I need you so fucking bad.”
He stops her with both hands on her hips. She tries to push through, tries to keep going, but Ekko holds her in place.
“Jinx, we– I don’t have another condom,” he stammers. And I don’t think I have it in me to go a third round , Ekko thinks to himself pathetically. She shakes her head.
“You already came in me, what does it matter?” Unable to grind against him, she instead fingers herself, her cunt leaking onto his cock. “Just one more time. Please.”
Fuck, she’s going to be the death of him at this rate. Ekko feels as if he’s run a fucking marathon, and did 100 sit-ups and push-ups afterwards. From the throat fucking to a good round of vaginal, he truly doesn’t believe he has it in him to keep going.
But he’ll try. Just for her. He’s gonna need at least 48 hours to recuperate after this.
“Alright,” he relents. “One more. Just one more. What, you wanna ride me again or–”
“Flip us over,” she interrupts. Ekko nods and peels himself from the leather upholstery, happy for the napkins from earlier sitting nearby. They’re gonna need them after this. Badly.
He adjusts their positions so that Jinx is in the driver’s seat gazing up at him, and he is leaning over her, sweat dripping from his chin and nipples. Despite her ragged state, Jinx smiles up at him, a little giggle escaping her. Ekko smiles back, realizing just how fucking head over heels he is for this girl. Which… he should stop.
What if, after all this, nothing happens? Do they both just go back to their own lives, having sex with other people and thinking of how it compares the the 3AM fuck they had in a supermarket parking lot? Ekko hopes not, but with the way one night stands go, he won’t be surprised if it did.
“I can hear you thinking, Ekko,” Jinx says, reaching up to squeeze at his pecs. “I hope you’re thinking about how hard you’re gonna fuck me.”
I already fucked you hard , Ekko thinks idly, but shakes his head. “I was thinking… About. After, um, this,” he finishes lamely. “Will we–”
“Let’s see how this third round goes,” Jinx interrupts, eyes twinkling. “If we finish off with a bang no pun intended, then the chances of you being in my contacts list will go up by at least 4%, give or take.”
Ekko rolls his eyes with a smirk. “Yeah, okay.”
Jinx reaches up to smooth a thumb across his cheek. “Your dimples are so cute. Kiss me, Ekko.”
He doesn’t have to be told twice. He leans down to meet her lips, their tongues finding each other like old friends. As they kiss, Jinx reaches both hands down. One reaches around to grope the flesh of his asscheek, and the other reaches down to massage his balls. Ekko moans into the kiss as she kneads him with both hands. His cock twitches in response, and its limp softness soon starts standing at half-mast, like a tired old dog that’s got one more day of fetch in it.
Jinx turns her head away to end the kiss and Ekko moves to kiss her jaw but she turns away from that, too. He looks at her in question.
She bites her lip before saying, “If I asked you to spit in my mouth, would you?”
Fuck.
He’s never spit in anyone’s mouth before, but… How many firsts has he had this night alone?
“Open your mouth,” he commands. Jinx obeys, and they both watch the clear strand fall onto her tongue. She swallows it with a gulp, and Ekko immediately dives back in, kissing her like she’s starved. Their tongues tangle, and her hand moves from his balls to his cock, stroking him until he’s fully hard again.
Ekko breaks the kiss, breathing hard, and spits directly onto her pussy. The string of spit trails downward, disappearing right into her pulsing entrance. Her hole clenches and flutters, making obscene, wet sounds as their fluids mingle – his spit, her cum, his cum – puckering eagerly in wait.
He starts to remove the ruined condom, but Jinx grabs his wrist and shakes her head.
Ekko wastes no time. As Jinx rubs her clit, watching him closely, he aligns himself and pushes right in, battered condom and all. He’s sweating his ass off, and his muscles are at a point where they’re starting to plead with him to stop, but as soon as he’s engulfed in Jinx’s wet heat again, he loses all common sense.
He slips his arms under her knees and grips the seat, starting at a slow pace which quickens as soon as he starts. The car creaks and rocks under them as he plows into her harder and faster. In no time, he’s ramming into Jinx at an unrelenting speed, watching her eyes glaze over in ecstasy.
The toe-curling pleasure has heat rolling through him like a wildfire. He feels lightheaded, euphoric almost; he’s desperate to come again, to lose himself one more time.
Jinx herself is wrecked, and she hasn’t even orgasmed yet. She’s staring up at Ekko with glassy eyes and an open mouth, face and ears flushed red. Her tits bounce wildly with the force of each thrust, and her hand, which had been furiously rubbing at her clit, has now found itself gripping onto Ekko’s bicep with great ferocity. He winces at the feeling of her nails digging into his skin, sharp and possessive, but pushes past the pain and keeps fucking into her, chasing both their orgasms.
The heat builds fast. Ekko feels it low in his belly, winding tighter. Jinx is at the edge too, babbling nothing but nonsense now, sobbing into the crook of his neck. She’d been trying to match his rhythm, but suddenly stiffens. Then, she starts trembling fiercely.
“Shit, shit, EkkoEkkoEkkoEkk-"
Her words break into a scream as she squirts hard, soaking his groin, his chair, even his chest. Ekko swears as he fucks through it, her pussy gushing like a fountain, and he can’t hold it in anymore, not even if he tried.
Jinx is emitting her last bits of squirt as Ekko comes for a third time, groaning long and low. The fluids mix inside her; Ekko can feel it all. The condom, poor bastard, clings in tatters at the base of his shaft, not a single drop of seed saved.
So much for that.
“Oh, oh fuck ,” Jinx breathes as Ekko pulls out. Her pussy, swollen and red, leaks onto the leather. The smell of sex is thick in the car, their bodies sticky with sweat and other bodily fluids. The car is mostly silent, save for their ragged breathing.
By the time they’ve caught their breath, the sun’s rising, birds are chirping, and more cars have begun to trickle into the lot.
And of course, there’s that one asshole that parks directly next to him despite there being more than enough space for them to park elsewhere.
Luckily they don’t look over into his car. Or they do. Ekko doesn’t care, his mind is foggy, and so are the windows to his car. He rises on trembling arms and slides the battered condom off himself, drops it into his grocery bag, and reaches for the napkins.
He needs every last one as he wipes up their mess. He wishes this part were a little more… tender. Romantic. But these are fast food napkins – the brown ones that are kind of rough. He tries to be as gentle as possible as he wipes up the mess from Jinx’s vulva, fingering out anything that needs to be cleaned up.
Ekko watches her in the light of the sunrise. She looks like she’s in a dream, her breathing slowing and sweat glistening on her skin. Her hair is a mess, and she’s flushed a deep red.
“You good?” Ekko asks.
“Buh,” Jinx responds.
Good enough.
After cleanup, they redress. Ekko helps Jinx put on her clothes first, her underwear and khakis, then her polo, and finally her shoes. Ekko needs to put on his clothes as well, but it’s kind of hard with the two of them in the car.
Jinx gets out first. She steps out on shaky legs and leans against his car, slamming the door behind herself. Ekko fights back a grin and gets to work putting all his clothes back on. Once done, he steps out of the car and stands next to Jinx with a look on his face. She fixes her hair as best she can with no brush.
“What’s that look for?” she asks, without even glancing at him. Her eyes are tired, her makeup is fucked, and there’s still a lingering flush to her cheeks.
“You got what you wanted,” Ekko says, voice rough. He clears his throat, and she looks up at him with a smirk. “How do you feel?”
She stops fiddling with her hair, putting it up into a messy bun with her claw clip, then turns to press her body against his front like it’s where she belongs. She circles her arms around his waist and rubs circles on the small of his back. Ekko mirrors the motion, holding her close.
“Like I want you to fuck me again, and again, and again ,” Jinx purrs.
Ekko chuckles, his eyes flitting about her face, memorizing every detail. “So you’re saying my chances of being in your contacts list has gone up?”
“ Way up. Finally, someone in there besides my boss and immediate family.” Jinx bites at his lip, playfully. “Kiss me goodbye?”
Ekko is elated, but wary, and moves in with the intention of giving her a little peck. Of course, Jinx never settles. She devours him unabashedly, even after all they just did, licking around in his mouth and groping his asscheeks openly. Once she sucks his tongue and brings a hand around to palm at his member through his pants, Ekko pulls back, unimpressed.
“Seriously?”
“What?” she asks innocently, blinking up at him.
He sighs, amused. “Just give me your phone number. I’ve gotta go, and you’ve got to get back to work.”
She peels herself away from Ekko and shivers like she’s already missing his warmth. “I already did. It’s in the car.”
“What?” Ekko peers inside, scanning for the note, bute jerks upright when she suddenly slaps his ass.
“Don’t be a stranger,” Jinx calls, blowing him a kiss goodbye. Ekko waves, and soon the two are on opposite sides of the parking lot – Ekko at his car still and Jinx walking into the doors of the supermarket.
It takes him a couple of minutes, but he finally gets back into his car, starts the ignition, and drives off.
When he gets back to his apartment, he has to slide his pint of ice cream right into the freezer. It’d melted into white goop, coating the inside of the grocery bag with its white cream. Or maybe that was the condom. Not like he was gonna taste it to check.
He flops down onto his couch and brings out his phone, putting Jinx’s number right into his contacts list and sending her a text.
ekko: hi
ekko: this is ekko
ekko: good morning 🙂
The messages are instantly read, and texts are immediately sent back.
jinx: ur such a dweeb
jinx: good morning ☀️
jinx: i got in trouble btw
jinx: becuz i “”””””””went over my allotted break time””””””””””
jinx: like suck my dick there was literally no one in there
ekko: oh?
jinx: not you my supervisor
jinx: but itd be kinda cool nd also rlly hot if i had a dick and you sucked me off, no? 🤔
ekko: lol
ekko: just get a strap
jinx: i don’t wanna invest in a strap unless ur inviting me to peg you
jinx: are you inviting me to peg you
jinx: yes or no
jinx: me getting a strap has never mattered more than right now
jinx: answer me
jinx: ekko
jinx: answer me
jinx: now
Ekko is mid-reply, a lazy smile on his face, when another message pops up.
Pops: I’ll ask you once nicely.
Pops: What happened to my cake.
Ekko flips his phone over on his chest, pretending he didn’t see that.
He wants to answer them both but, as if the lack of sleep and exertion from going three rounds has finally caught up to him, he closes his eyes, and is out like a light.
He dreams of a girl with blue hair inviting him to swim in pools of soupy ice cream.