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Bent over to rummage through their stash of burnt discs, wearing her usual two braids and a grey cotton co-ord that clings to her body in all the right places, Jinx is unaware of Ekko’s eyes on her. They’re taking in the wide expanse of pale skin revealed to him, but especially the slivers still hidden from sight.
Janna.
Ekko knows it’s wrong, though; she’s his friend, and she trusts him, a guy, enough to live with her. So, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, he clears his voice. This prompts Jinx to look over her shoulder—and by the gods, still bent over, looking at him from the same angle he’s imagined on weaker nights.
“Oh hi, bug,” she chuckles. “Care to give me a hand here?”
And he knows how she means it. He does. But forgive him for blushing a little when the crease of her ass peaks through her tight shorts.
“Anything you want blue,” he says as he saunters towards her and crouches down, peering up at her with an amused smirk. “You know you gonna’ sprain your neck diving headfirst like that instead of crouching like a normal person, you little raccoon?”
“Oh, don’t give me that, you little shit,” she drawls, rolling her eyes. “What do you wanna watch?”
He pulls a dvd jacket out, holds it up with a hopeful, challenging smile. Jinx hates horror movies, but Ekko? He loves them. Loves the way she cuddles up to him and gasps into his neck like a pretty little—
“You ever seen The Conjuring?”
“Nu-uh, ain’t no way,” she immediately tuts, eyes narrowing and brows furrowed.
He frowns. “But Pow, tis the season and everything. It’s the perfect time.”
“Ekko,” she whines, rubbing her arm anxiously. “You know this stuff really freaks me out.”
He snorts. “Coward.”
“I’m sorry, what?” She blinks hard, fast.
“I said you’re a coward.”
She scowls at him, bottom-lip pulled between her teeth. Jinx hates being called a coward. And this is how he wins; every single time, like clockwork.
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Her head on his chest, leg tangled with his and a blanket thrown over them both by the fireplace; such has been their weekly routine for years now. They’ve arranged a bench-seat in front of the couch to lay comfortably, letting the warm flames and the lit-up tv screen provide the room with light.
The apartment is filled with the scent of buttered popcorn—salted, because according to Ekko, only idiots pretend to enjoy it sweet…except Jinx, because he makes an exception for her. And well, maybe for Ekko, her best friend in the entire world, she can do the same and pick up the salted box when grocery shopping for times like this.
But gun to her head, she wouldn’t admit she picks it for him, no.
The movie isn’t so bad for now, the tension palpable but just as bearable with his sturdy body so close to hers. He smells nice this close, something about his body-wash smells like home; soft, citrusy, just the right balm for her mind’s tendency to roar. All she can feel now is the heat of his skin and his big, bare arm around her shoulder; just the hem of his undershirt tickling the crook of her neck.
It’s nice, all of it is. Ekko thinks so too.
Until two hands clap from a wardrobe and disappear on the tv, and Jinx lets out a tiny squeak before burying her face in the crook of his neck, her leg jolting just a little from the movement and brushing between his thighs like a match to the kindle line.
Ekko almost hisses, squeezing his eyes shut and tensing as he feels her extirpate herself from where she’s just burrowed in his neck. Her eyelashes brush against his jaw and her soft, choppy breaths send blissfully distracting tingles against his neck. He has the fleeting wonder of what they’d sound like in her ear if she was under him and—
Whoa, no.
Bad Ekko.
“Sorry,” she chuckled, her breath now close to his cheek before she—presses a kiss there?
Oh.
“S’alright, blue,” he reassured her, hand now at her waist, as she’d inadvertently nestled closer, and squeezing it lightly which sends a shiver down her spine.
But Jinx does what she does best; deflect. So all she does is lay her head on his chest and snort. “Yeah, bet that was your plan, uh?”
Ekko chuckles. “What?”
“Get me all scared and jumpy so I’d nestle close, you little perv’,” she giggles, returning her attention to the screen like she’d said nothing.
And realistically, Ekko knows she’s just trying to get a rise out of him because she embarrassed herself, but he swallows all the same. He will say, though, that the warmth and the glow of the flame is a good look on her—definitely not anything else.
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As tension rises on screen, with Jinx having yet to remove her leg from where it brushed against his aching length he uses all his willpower to try and keep soft; Ekko can feel her twitch, can feel each tiny breath she lets out against his chest, each time her fingers clench a little in his shirt, each heave of her breasts against him—soft, perfect…but scared.
To keep her grounded, remind her she’s safe here with him and none of it is beyond fiction, he lightly drums his fingers against her ribs, and this seems to give her respite…until a ghost tackles a character and the movie shows a close-up of their demonic face.
This time, Jinx jolts hard, and her thigh presses harder against his cock. Ekko’s jaw clenches, and his fingers dig a little in her waist. This is fine. Totally fine.
It’s nothing—
Jinx looks up at him, wide-eyed and amused by feeling him so tense. “You’re not scared, are you?”
The little minx.
He arches a brow, deadpans, “You nearly kick me in the balls, then you question my bravery?”
She laughs, the sound both musical and grating—all hers, so beautiful.
“I didn’t even kick,” she rolls her eyes, moving a little. “I barely touched you—”
Her sentence trails off as she finds something, focuses, and feels.
“Ekko, are you…hard, right now?”
He immediately pulls away, nearly jumps out of his skin because, Janna, he is hard.
So hard it fucking hurts.
“Fuck,” he splutters, embarrassed. “Jinx, I’m so sorry. I swear I didn’t—”
But her eyes are glued between his legs, her lips are parted, her pupils are wider, gaze lust-hazed, and a pink tongue darts out to quickly lick at the plush lips he’s dreamed of kissing more times than he can stand to repent for.
“Jinx?”
She looks up at him, face aglow with the warm flames and the tv screen, startling as though pulled out of a dream. “Sorry, I…It’s just…Wow.”
Ekko bursts out laughing. “Wow?”
Jinx blushes furiously, looks away—cute.
“Like you’re…big. I mean. Whoa, sorry,” she chuckles, nervous, embarrassed even. “I’m not sure where that came from.”
There’s your chance, boy.
Don’t fuck it up.
He moves closer, brushes her bang behind her ear and lets his hand linger on her skin. “Are you not now?”
Her eyes shine, and her lips part again; so pretty.
She breathes his name, shaky, unsteady. “Ekko…”
And he wants to hear it again, and again, and again.
But for now?
Kissing her will have to do.
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Her eyes close before their lips even meet. Ekko lets his fingers hover her clavicle, not quite brushing their way up and behind her neck, not yet—just there, soft, tentative, slow.
He watches her, the way her breath hitches when he finally touches her there, when his other hand lightly strokes her cheek, and how warm embers emphasize the blush on her cheeks.
He takes in how she leans into him without realizing, how her lips part and, when they finally kiss, Jinx lets out a surprised squeak he swallows eagerly.
The hand that had been cupping her face drops to her waist, his other one sliding up and weaving through her hair as he pulls her closer, her own hands around his neck to pull him even closer.
If he could meld their bodies and souls into one, he would; and it seems she would too.
His heart rushes at the thought, and he can’t help but prod at her lips with his tongue; something she acquiesces too with a whimper.
Fuck.
Janna.
Has he died and gone to the heavens?
Soon, her back meets the couch. Jinx parts her legs for him to settle between—good girl—and Ekko lowers himself above her like magnets do.
Their bodies move in sync, searching for more and more proximity, for a pleasure denied too long, a desire so repressed it had only festered and grown in tendrils that now threatened to wrap around them and bind their bodies forever.
He cannot see the issue in that, only focused on the way the crackling fire and movie sounds fade as he listens to her sighs and loses himself in her.
Ekko really wouldn't mind staying there forever; not when she's so warm, soft and pliant beneath him. Each kiss burns, each slide of tongues and frantic hands pulling and digging into supple skin driving him crazier and crazier for the woman beneath him—the woman that had occupied every single one of his dreams for years now.
He rolls his hips into her and she whines into his mouth, the sound engraving itself into his very soul and making him burn from the inside out.
“I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good baby,” he breathes against her lips, making her gasp and tug at the base of his hair. Soon though, it turns into a strained little chuckle.
“Baby?” She laughs breathlessly as he kisses her neck, making her push her chest up and roll her hips—driving him crazy. “Who are you and what have you done with my Ekko?”
My Ekko.
The possessiveness around his name sparks something inside him and Ekko just has to groan and roll his hips down, harder this time. Jinx’s reaction is instantaneous as she arches her back and moans, unbridled and lewd.
Fuck.
He could get used to this.
And damn if this isn’t bad; because he should be sated after tonight, should be able to not further risk their friendship than they already are. Jinx doesn’t do relationships anymore, rarely did before, he knows that. But if only she asked, if only she—
“Earth to Ekko?” She lilts beneath him, kitty-claws tapping against his shoulder, looking up at him through batting eyelashes and dark pupils. “You still with me, buster?”
Ekko shuts his eyes and softly smiles for a few seconds before opening his eyes to her again.
“Yeah,” he sighs dreamily, brushing his thumb against her cheek. “Just wanted this for so long.”
She blushes, blinking rapidly. Then, in a small breath, “Me too.”
The words stoke the embers in his loins and he can’t repress the jolt they provoke, the way his hips roll down on instinct, pressing his need to her aching core. The motion makes her throw her head back with a whine, chipped nails clawing at his back.
Ekko smirks down at her, each new sound and twitch he draws out of her making him glow with pride.
“Yeah, baby?” He purrs, leaning in close to her ear and giving it a nib, his breath like fire on her skin. “And what exactly did you want?” He asks with another roll of his hips that has her whimpering.
“I don’t—I…This. This,” she splutters, flustered and all pink—pretty.
He rolls his hips into her harder, his bulge catching on her pulsing clit and making her head spin.
“You sure you only want this?” He smirks, rolling his hips again and again, driving her mad with want.
“More,” she shudders, parting her legs further to grant him more access as he ruts against her, grunting in her neck. “Ekko, please…more,” she sobs again, hips bucking up.
And then he stops, completely leaning off of her, hands holding her hips down.
Jinx’s discontentment is immediate. “Where are you going?” She gasps, her chest heaving as she tries, and fails to tug him back down.
Her eyes flick to where he’s holding her down, where his hands completely cover her waistline, his biceps flexing—Jinx creams, biting her lip to stifle a needy moan.
Heat flares in Ekko’s gaze when he notices, his hands pinning her down just a tad harder as he groans, then shakes his head with a fond chuckle.
“Blue, if you want more,” he starts, looking her up and down, shamelessly undressing her with his eyes and making more of a mess in her panties. “You’re gonna have to give me something to work with,” he purrs, giving a shallow thrust that has her whimpering.
“Wha—What do you mean?” She pants out, eyes half-lidded as she struggles to keep them open when his bulge presses against her so good, unmoving but so present.
“That,” he draws circles over her stomach with his thumbs, making her twitch,
“I wanna know what you exactly you thought about,” he leans in, giving another shallow thrust,
“What you did when it got too much,” his lips brush her earlobe, hot and featherlight,
“How you imagined me doing it to you instead,” his hand slides up to wrap around her waist as he leans back again,
“I want every fantasy, every wet dream, every desperate night you’ve wasted not slipping in my room and asking for it,” he finally gives a real, pressing thrust that makes her see stars and moan his name.
“Tell me, sweetheart,” he purrs as he gives a series of languid thrusts, making her struggle to focus on anything but the growing need for release. “How did you touch yourself for me?”
He’s assuming, so confident and so smug, and Jinx shudders underneath him, reduced to putty under his attention.
“In my bed,” she pants out, painfully aware of how she’s soaking through her shorts, the dark patch where they connect so obvious she wonders if he can feel it too. “I use…I use toys and imagine they’re your dick, and…”
The image of her spread out on haphazard sheets, folds glistening around a dildo she plunges in herself, moaning his name, assaults all his senses and becomes all Ekko can think about.
“It’s the only way I can get off,” Jinx finally admits, blushing profusely again. “Sorry if that’s—”
Ekko growls, tugging her down by the waist with one hand.
“None of that, pretty girl,” he commands, caging her in and pressing his bulge against her soaked seam-line so hard it nearly makes her come on the spot. Realization flashes through his face, smugness marred in his traits, and he leans in, lips brushing against her jawline.
“You gonna come like that, Jinx?” He snarks, rubbing himself against her hard and languid. “Gonna ruin these pretty shorts for me, mmh?”
She nods quickly and he chuckles close to her ear, making her shiver as he continues to work her through her soaked shorts and panties, the unbearable pressure making her squeak.
“Do you even know how pretty you sound?” He coos, humping her harder, her nails digging in his back at the sensation.
“Tell me, how did you muffle these pretty noises,” he asks, groaning in her neck when she whines at his question. “Did you bury your face in your pillow? Cover your mouth with your hand?”
Jinx’s heart thunders in her chest, pussy pulsing and begging for release at his ministrations—so close to the edge, not quite off of it yet.
“Stuffed my…my shirt in my mouth,” she confesses through heaving breaths.
And by ‘my’, he knows she means his. For years now, Jinx has slept in his t-shirts, leaving her heady scent all over his clothes whenever he’d ask for one back to wear.
For years, she’s driven him insane through any such simple act, but to think that he’s worn shirts she’s touched herself in, muffled herself with while he was just a wall away…Ekko breaks and starts to rut against her with a growl that makes her tremble and squeak.
“Ekko, oh gods,” she cries out, meeting him thrust for thrust and throwing her head back in ecstasy.
This.
This is happening.
She’s really fucking her best friend.
“Scream my name now, pray later,” he pants against her neck, leaving feverish kisses and bites in his wake. “Come on, baby. Come for me.”
“Ekko!” She cries, the coil in her gut tightening and tightening until it bursts, completely drenching through her shorts and his pants.
The sight and sound of her coming undone under him nearly makes him come himself, but Ekko shuts his eyes with a groan and slows, doing his best to not embarrass himself in front of her after pining for so long he might as well have gone mad if she up and left to find someone else to please her because he wasn’t good enough.
Even as she comes down from her high, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes, Ekko half-expects her to push him off and realize this was a mistake.
But that’s not what she does, no.
Instead, Jinx slides her hands up his back and presses down on his shoulders to meet him with a kiss she pours all her gratitude and desire into, her hands sliding under his armpits to come weave through his locks.
When they part, she’s flushed, panting, and ruined. A pink tongue darts out to lick her kiss-swollen lips—his doing—and she flutters her eyelashes at him so prettily he feels his heart lurch.
He leans off of her, tugging her up, and she squeaks, then giggles.
Ekko scoops her up in his big arms, lifting her up effortlessly as he growls,
“Bed. Now.”
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Her back meets the mattress with a huff and then Ekko pounces, crashing their lips together like he’s found a treasure to dig up at the back of her throat with his tongue. Jinx wants to fight for the upper hand, wants to play with him a little, but he’s got her completely caged in and too needy to do anything but lay underneath him and take it.
Perfect.
Even better than she’d imagined.
The breath is knocked out of her when he pins both her arms over her head with one hand and goes down to lavish her neck as she writhes underneath him, his free hand teasing around her clothed tit, fingers featherlight and intentional.
It’s only when his fingers hover and tease her hard nipple through the thin material of her top, making her let out a high-pitched moan that Ekko growls into her neck raw and carnal.
“Why’d you never say anything,” he asks, demands, as he gropes her entire tit in one hand.
His touch makes her shiver, but Jinx wouldn’t be herself if she didn’t push back a little.
“Say anything?” She deadpans, then scoffs. “Buddy, I tried so many things.”
That piques his interest, and he leans back with an amused expression. “Oh, really, Pow? Then tell me,” he drawls, smoothing his thumb over the underside of her breast. “What did you try?”
“Fuck, I…” she shivers as he lightly feels her up, rolling his hips one time just to spite her. “I’d get those nice-smelling shower gels and lather the fuck out of myself in them. I bought this stupid aphrodisiac roll-on and put it all over my pulse points. I even bought that stupid jasmine perfume because some article online said it drove men crazy and you…” she sighs when her admission makes him groan and mindlessly buck into her. “You never even noticed,” she finishes, breathless and flushed.
“Oh, I did,” he drawls, slowly rolling his hips to make her twitch. “Jinx, you were driving me crazy. Still are.”
“Then why did you never say anything,” she quips, her voice hoarse.
“Same reason as you, bunny,” he chuckles, then kisses her.
She chases after his lips when he retreats, and that makes him smile, melt inside.
“God, we’re so stupid,” he chuckles, shaking his head.
“Right,” she echoes, joining in laughter as she plays with his locks, smile reaching to her gleaming eyes. “So many times I told myself that was it. I’d make my move but…”
“But you chickened out,” he finishes for her, nudging her nose.
“Yeah,” she puffs out a laugh. “And it was so stupid because I’d be sitting there smelling of a dozen aphrodisiacs, wearing sexy lingerie you couldn’t even see, and like…You would touch me and I’d forget how to seduce a plant if I had to.”
The image of his Jinx spending hours trying on lingerie at the store in hopes to find something he’d like, wearing it underneath her pajamas unbeknownst to him and soaking through her panties while he sat next to her completely oblivious, fighting a boner he hoped she could not notice both eggs him on and amuses him.
A hand slides down to her thigh and he gives it a firm squeeze, “Lingerie, you say? My Jinx had it all figured out, uh?”
My Jinx.
She wants to hear him possess her name again and again.
Wants him to make her his.
“I have so many,” she purrs, fluttering her eyelashes at him as she drags a nail down his chest. “I could show you.”
Ekko groans, pressing his bulge to her soaked, still sensitive core, and she gasps.
“You’re so bad, Jinx,” he chuckles. “So, so bad.”
“What, you gonna punish me?” She challenges him, tipping up her chin with a smug look.
He growls, lightly slapping the side of her thigh and making her squeak. “Don’t tempt me.”
She laughs, slipping her hands up his chest. “And don’t threaten me with a good time, buster.”
But then she uses the leverage to lightly push him off and says, “I should show you my favorite set,” and his head spins.
Still, he wants her so bad and she’s under him, just as pretty. “You don’t have to,” he assures her, cupping her face and brushing his thumbs over her cheeks.
“I don’t need you to do anything to seduce me. Right now, I just want my best friend. However she is,” and he leans in to kiss her, thinks she’s about to reciprocate, but then she pulls away and chuffs.
“I insist, actually,” she tuts, her attitude making him even fonder. “It deserves to be seen, and now’s good a time as any.”
And with that, Ekko surrenders with a groan and rolls off of her—albeit reluctantly—watching as Jinx slips out of bed and makes a beeline for her dresser before turning back towards him.
“Don’t look,” she commands. “Want you to see it on me, got it?”
“Got it,” he chuckles and closes his eyes with a smile, listening as she pulls a drawer open and rummages through it.
Fuck.
This is really happening.
He’s in Jinx’s bed, and she wants him, and she bought lingerie sets with him in mind. She came screaming his name. She’s gonna do it again. This is all real.
All too real.
Ekko might lose his mind. He wouldn’t have believed it an hour ago.
When the door shuts and he realises she’s gone to the bathroom to change—maybe to put on some of these aphrodisiacs that had made him struggle to keep from humping her while they’d spoon and watch movies for months—Ekko feels his curiosity rise.
He roams her room for a while, doing his best not to cave and snoop in her things. He passes her mirror and checks himself out, ties and unties his hair a few times, uncertain.
He brings a hand to his lips and blows air on it before bringing his palm to his nose to check his breath next.
All good.
Ekko’s nerves are alight in a comical way tonight. This is what he wanted. And he’s just made her come on their couch, but…What if she didn’t come back?
What if somewhere in that bathroom, she looked at herself and realized she didn’t want to do this, that it was a mistake?
No. That’s stupid.
Someone who’s touched herself in his shirt and used toys while thinking of him would probably want this as much as him.
Something which…further feeds his poorly-repressed curiosity.
Toys, she’d said.
What’s stopping him from saying hello to his stand-ins?
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He’d found her box of sex toys underneath her bed pretty quickly, pink with neon doodles and a warning not to open lest you lose a hand written over it—so far no loss suffered, he thinks with a chuckle.
He lifts the lid like his life depends on it and what he finds knocks the breath out of him; a purple suction toy, a bright pink rabbit wand, bullets and compact vibrators, even a…silicone finger sleeve with tiny spikes?
But this isn’t what keeps his attention, no.
There, at the top of the pile—clearly the most used—lies a long blue dildo with an ‘E’ carved on the tip.
He turns it over in his hand a few times, inspecting it closely before bringing it to his nose to try and see if he can smell her on it. He’s pretty sure he’s hallucinating it because of how turned on he is, but he thinks he does, and that makes him groan.
Imagining her spread out on this very bed, fucking herself with a toy with his fucking initial on it as she muffles her moans into his shirt and pictures his dick between her legs when she comes all over the toy sends more heat rushing south.
It’s lightweight in his hand, sort of shining too in a way that invites him to trail a finger from base to tip; the gesture sending a ghost-pleasure to his own cock as it twitches in his pants, painfully hard and neglected still.
With a sigh, Ekko gets up to his feet and sits on the bed. If she’s gonna take her time, then maybe he can relieve some pressure in the mean-time and—
“Fuck,” he bites out when his cock gets freed from the confines of his pants, the barrier having added more pressure than he’d realized in his needy state.
His hand wraps around the base, and he immediately shudders.
Damn, he needed that.
The dildo in his hand feels suddenly heavier, blue silicone burning right through his callous palm as he stares at it.
This.
This is the closest he’s gotten to being inside her; this stupid toy, here, has been buried in her cunt before him, and Janna knows how many times…
Sure, he’d made her come on their couch—and fuck, that was hot,—but they’d had all their clothes on and he couldn’t even feel, taste, nor see her in all her glory.
Was it normal to hunger for her even more now that he’d been offered something?
Could he smell her on that toy? Taste her?
Before he can even process how desperate and embarrassing it is, Ekko brings the toy to his nose, inhaling in search of a hint of her scent—which he’s pretty sure he’s deluding himself about being able to catch a small whiff of; but he drives him mad all the same.
With a shudder, Ekko lowers it and slips out his tongue to run the flat of the muscle over the toy in hopes he’ll be able to taste her—
“Ekko?” Jinx puffs out in a laugh as she stands in the doorway, and—
When had this happened?
How long had she been there?
How hadn’t he heard anything?
“Jinx!” He nearly jumps out of his skin, tossing the dildo aside and quickly tucking his cock back in his pants, sweating bullets under her amused gaze he can barely stand to meet. “It’s not what it looks like, I—”
“Oh, really?” She snorts, stepping inside and closing the door behind her with a bump of her hip. “Because from what I’ve seen, it looked a whole lot like you were stroking for me, mmh?”
Heat flushes to his cheeks, and Ekko’s pretty grateful for his dark skin there, or else she would never let him live this down, would she?
“Would it really be so bad?” He grumbles, scratching the back of his neck.
He feels, more than truly hears her approaching—a magnetic pull to his soul, every time she’s near. “No,” she purrs low, her voice closer to him now and pulling his eyes off his lap to find her. “Not all, Ekko. I’d just like to be…included from now on, yeah?”
And that’s when he finally gathers the strength to fully take her in.
The sight of her now makes his heart halt to a stop, mouth gaping as the breath catches in his throat ridiculously loud.
Jinx is, for lack of a better word, divine.
Over the years, Ekko had entertained the fantasy of Jinx in lingerie a few times; as guilty as that used to make him feel.
But never had he imagined something that fit her quite this well.
She stands before him, patient and quiet like she’s never been, her hands behind her back as she allows him to to truly observe her in detail.
His eyes rake up her legs, wrapped in sheer, black stockings leading to a garter that disappears around her hips, just beneath a lacy, black skater-skirt that cinches at her waist and stops just shy of her thighs. Under the delicate, see-through fabric she’s wearing, Ekko can see the outline of a black thong, its straps hugging right above the curve of her hips.
Blue smoke winds its path from her thigh to her waist, pulling his eyes to the black, lace bralette covering her chest, delicate bands of sheer fabric wrapping around her abdomen in criss-cross fashion.
He continues to follow the blue trail further up her chest, tongue absentmindedly darting out to lick his lips when he catches the slow rise and fall of her chest; soft and snug in the confines of the bralette she’s wearing.
Eventually, Ekko manages to pull his eyes away from her breasts to finally meet her eyes, and Jinx seems suddenly a lot more nervous than she had been when she’d teased him just a few seconds earlier.
He swallows thickly, watching as a lazy smile pulls at her traits and she closes the distance between them, standing right before his legs.
Her eyes flick to the dildo beside him, amused. “I see you’ve found little man…”
He snorts. “S’that what you called it then?”
She pouts and huffs—adorable, if you asked him. “Hey don’t call him ‘it’, he’s been with me through thick and thin,” she says.
He twines his arms behind her thighs, pulling her closer so his chin rests right on her pelvis as he looks up at her. “Yeah, and I wasn’t?”
She lazily cards fingers through his locks, lightly scraping the back of his scalp with her nails through half-lidded eyes as he shudders. “Not like this, no.”
“Yeah?” he rasps out, looking up at her with pure fire stoked in amber and smoked chestnuts—so warm, so familiar; but much better now. Jinx flushes and he roughly pulls her to his lap, her core pressing against his hard bulge. His arms twine around her ass, pushing up her lacy skirt and making her breath hitch in turn as he leans in to whisper against her lips, “How about we change that now?”
Her thighs twitch against him and her eyes flicker with interest as she comes to rest a hand on his bicep, raising her other towards his attentive, ravenous face.
She traces a finger to his bottom-lip, completely entranced by the way he parts them to let her finger in instinctively; licking and sucking as she absentmindedly rocks her hips against him. Her eyes are locked on his as she shudders and sighs in his lap, and Ekko makes sure to give her just the show she quietly asks for.
Jinx revels at the feel of his warm, wet mouth wrapping around the digit for a few more seconds until she leans back and roughly withdraws her finger from his mouth with a wet pop.
Ekko’s eyes are smoldering as he chases after her retreating digit, lifting one of his own off her ass as he grabs her wrist and pulls her hand back to his mouth. He presses his lips from her fingers to her palms, sending warm tingles through her nerves as they continue their descent towards her wrist, eagerly mouthing at her sensitive skin.
A small, barely audible, but unbearably needy “Ekko…” slips past her lips, and his eyes snap up to her face then, mouth freezing over her wrist before he finally lets it go.
With one hand at her waist and the other on her ass, Ekko flips them over and Jinx yelps as she falls on her back below him, the mattress bouncing softly below them.
“Shit, baby,” he groans as her lust-hazed, gleaming eyes look up to him, face flushed and impatient. “Do you even know what you do to me?”
Her stomach hollows a little, a subtle roll in her hips that calls him under like a siren’s call as she breathes out shakily, “Show me,” and bites her bottom-lip.
Don’t have to be told twice.
He squeezes her ass and pulls her flush against him before kissing her. Jinx moans into the kiss, hips twitching and beckoning his to roll into her, to chase more of those sweet sounds she makes when he does. Her nails graze the skin of his scalp as she weaves through his locks and her other hand hooks under his shoulder, cold fingers digging and bruising the muscle there.
She tastes faintly of the popcorn they ate and of the blackcurrant lip-balm she uses, but there's something else he finds with each brush of their tongues; something that slips into him to curl like heat and smoke within his chest, something that makes his heart beat her name. She's heady, hits just like mugged wine on a cold day between fall and winter. Most of all, she tastes and feels like home.
When he parts from her lips, a string of saliva stretches and breaks between them, and it's the one of the hottest things he's experienced. Jinx whines and chases his lips, tries to pull him down, but Ekko angles his head so his lips meet her jaw instead and licks a path along it until he finds her earlobe and bites.
Jinx shudders, bucking forward, and Ekko chuckles.
"You're burning up, blue," he says. "Maybe I should help all that lovely skin cool down, mmh?"
She nods, fast, almost knocking her face in his temple. Ekko represses the urge to fawn or laugh and presses some licks and kisses down her throat, with the occasional bites he can't deny himself when it makes her squirm like that.
By the time he reaches her collarbone, her chest is heaving and her breath is ragged. Her skin is flushed, contrasting with the black lace and mesh of her lingerie, and Ekko doesn't even know where to begin, only that he wants.
His tongue spreads saliva along the jut of her collarbone, making the skin gleam under the low lights. She burns on his tongue, writhes, and her hands are trembling as they press into his shoulder and pull on his locks.
"You okay, bunny?" He asks, looking up at her with smouldering eyes, and she meets them with a half-lidded gaze.
"Hurry up," is all she says, words let out in a shaky breath.
He chuckles, grabbing hold of her arm and lifting it, turning his head to kiss and lick along the blue tattoos etched into pale, goose-bumped skin. Jinx shivers, stomach caving in sharply when he eventually makes his way down to her hand and pops each finger into his mouth to suck, one by one. The noises he makes as he does send another rush of heat to her core, making her cream her panties for what seems to be the hundred times tonight.
Long gone is the little man who averted her gaze and rubbed his sweaty palms on his pants before taking her hand. It makes her head spin.
What are they even doing?
She doesn't have the time to process it before his lips find her sternum while his fingers trace along the hems of her bralette. Her heart slams in her chest and her thighs try to press together. But Ekko's quicker, lodging a knee between them and sadistically pressing it to her core.
Jinx gasps, throwing her head back as he revers her chest with tongue and teeth and lips, fingers alternating between a featherlight tickle to a bruising grip and some sudden squeezes accompanied by groans. She's losing grip, fast, and it almost scares her how good he is at pleasing her—like he's had her before, like he could read her mind or…like he's imagined this so many times it only feels natural now.
The latter makes her moan loudly, prompting Ekko to look up from where his tongue has been tracing a tattoo that gnarls at the side of her waist and dip beneath the high-waist of her skirt and panties. His fingers are beneath the mesh, holding lace-clad hips with a bruising grip, and Jinx forgets how to breathe when their eyes meet.
"Enjoying yourself, baby?"
She whimpers at the question, immediately mentally slapping herself for faltering so easily when it's just…Ekko. Little man. Stupidly hot boy savior. He knows her better than anyone else, has grown with her, and she feels so flustered. She's been with others and held her own a lot better.
But maybe that's the point; Ekko isn't them. He's everything she wants, and he's not shy about it being reciprocal after years of her secretly hoping…imaging his face in the place of others, asking them to take her from the back so she wouldn't have to close her eyes to pretend it was him.
It's monumental.
"Hm, what do you think, genius?" She quips instead, if only because she gets a kick out of the tension in his jaw when she acts like a brat with him.
Before she can even process anything, his hands slip from her hips to the underside of her thighs and he pushes them, maneuvering her legs over his shoulders to expose her further to him.
Jinx yelps at the sudden stretch in her hamstrings, but then he settles back down, face only centimeters from her cunt, barely covered by the flimsy fabric almost rendered see-through by her wetness. With her legs over his back and his gaze locked on the panties stuck to her soaked folds, she swallows thickly and struggles to keep her composure.
Her heart is hammering, her blood pounding up to her temples, and it doesn't matter if he's licked her all over, she's properly scalding when his lips ghost over the fabric of her underwear. She feels beyond exposed, even when the hem of her skirt falls back into place, covering Ekko's head beneath it. She wants to ask him to hurry up so she doesn't have to think about what they're doing, about the intimate part of her he's staring at, smelling and teasing like he knows exactly how it affects her.
Suddenly, Jinx finds herself hoping he'll find her pussy pretty, and good; which is, admittedly, a pretty embarrassing thought to have about what something as simple and natural as genitalia. It doesn't matter, she knows that, but what if he's not—
Firm, plush lips press against her clothed core and Jinx throws her head back with a startled, pleased cry of his name. The sound instantly sears itself in Ekko's mind and he finds himself unable to stop; he can feel her clit beating through the fabric, can taste the sweet nectar soaking through it, and more than anything, he loves the way her thighs tremble around his head and over his shoulders.
When he latches his lips around her clit and sucks, the friction of the fabric combined with his mouth making Jinx groan, Ekko releases the little bud and smirks against her core, earning a kick to the side of his butt which makes him properly snicker this time.
Though he can't see it, he can feel her scowling at him through the veil of her skirt. But it dies with an eye-roll and a gasp when he licks a stripe up her panties, from her entrance to her clit, then sucks hard on it, lightly grazing it with his teeth.
Even if he wished it was Jinx every single time, Ekko loved eating his partners out, was addicted to the sounds and the taste that came with it, the shaking and the nails digging; all of it. Right now, he has that to thank for the quick easiness with which he's unraveling her through the flimsy barrier of her panties—again. And most importantly, he finally has her.
She'll never know how often he got off to the thought of his head between her thighs, far more than he fantasized about fucking her with his dick, really. He wants nothing more than to feel her grinding and dripping into his mouth, to make her come again and again until she forgets how to speak.
But he wants her begging and sobbing for him, if only to be sure she won't be able to deny how much she wanted him should this ruin their friendship forever, should he never get to see and feel her again.
So, reluctantly, Ekko gives one last suck and pulls away, flipping her skirt over her stomach so he can crane his neck and actually see her. Jinx's hard nipples poke through the lace of her bralette, her chest heaving sharply, and her face is bright red, blood drying over her lips she's no doubt bitten too hard in order to keep from screaming—though red does suit her, this won't do.
"I want to hear you, blue," he whispers, brushing the pad of his thumb along the hem of her thong resting at the junction of her hip and her core.
A half-formed complaint dies on her tongue right then and there, making way for a moan in its place, and she idly rolls her hips in his face.
"Ekko, I—"
He presses his cheek over her thigh, softly blinking up at her. "What, baby?"
"I want—want you to—" Her head turns away, half-buried in a soft pillow as her embarrassment grows.
"What do you want, sweetheart?" He asks again, soft but firm. "I promise you I want it just as much," he turns his head and kisses her thigh, making her sigh, "but I need to hear it from you, okay? All you have to do is ask, J. Can you do that for me?"
If she was affected before, now she's a proper mess. She's not sure if he knows what he's doing to her or if he gets off on pretending he doesn't, but either way, she's all the needier, and surprisingly shyer for it.
The truth is that she's not even sure what it is exactly that she wants, whether she'd prefer him all teasing and tender with her or to feel him in her throat, to be able to see and to press into the bruises he'd leave so she could relive it all over again, know it hadn't been just a dream.
Is it greedy to ask for his lips and his fingers at the same time?
That way she wouldn't have to choose and he could take it at the pace he wants, guide her through this new territory of their "friendship", if they can even call it that anymore…
"Jinx?" His voice cuts through her thoughts, pulling her back to the moment; to the sensation of his skin against hers, his breath fanning warm and soft where she desperately needs him.
"Touch me, Ekko," she breathes out, shaky and urgent. "I want—need to feel you. All of you."
Ekko's dick twitches with interest at the words and he groans, the coil in his gut wound impossibly tight even in the absence of her touch. Although he's grown and mostly confident, if not cocky now, his fingers tremble when they hook under the hem of her panties to pull them to the side.
She's dripping with desire, all pink and glistening, pulsing and begging for him to touch and to devour the way his very soul was made for. Jinx squirms under his stare, but one firm hand pressing on her hip stills her.As awe thrums in his veins, Ekko teases up her bare sex with the tip of a finger and Jinx arches off the bed with a sob.
She's beautiful and needy, dressed up and begging for him with her body while her pride locks the words away for the time-being. Ekko doesn't stand a chance, cannot deny her any longer.
He's hopelessly in love with her.
Eyes fixed on her cunt, entranced by the vulnerability she's sharing with him, he begins dragging the finger along her folds, back and forth, gathering her essence at her entrance and rubbing it along her soaked core. Jinx praises him as he does, fingers carding through his locks and hips rolling subtly as he turns his head to kiss the inside of her thigh, suck and leave little bruises only the two of them will see through the cold season.
As his tongue traces the winding path of blue that emerges near her sex and curls upwards, wrapping over her hip, his finger teases her entrance a little further, and Jinx whimpers. Her cunt grips him, not even to the first knuckle yet, and Ekko finally loses his patience; biting hard into her hip and sucking a bruise before releasing the soft, bruising skin—a canvas of purple and blue over skin soft as powder and milky.
Jinx gasps, nails digging into his scalp, and the sight of saliva breaking from her hip and his lips makes her cunt flutter. His pupils are blown, his lust for her evident in a way that beats her wildest fantasies, and the rasp in his voice when he speaks her name is all she needs to finally beg.
"Gods, Ekko, fuck me already," she whines, breathy and desperate. "Little man, please."
The sheer urgency of her need combined with the nostalgic nickname makes his heart skip a beat and Ekko pushes his finger all the way in, his eyes trained on her face to watch as it contorts with pleasure. She clenches around his fingers, brows knitting together and lips parted in a low moan; all of her a spell that binds him to her every whim and need.
Slowly, Ekko draws his finger in and out of her, entranced by the soft, pulsing heat of her walls wrapped around the digit. Jinx throws her head back with a moan when he curls it just right, finding her sweet spot like a magnet pulling him in and Ekko's eyes flick down to her cunt; watching as it stretches and grips his finger, coating it in her essence with each pull.
"Janna, do you even know what you do to me?" He mutters mostly to himself, lips parting with awe as he easily slips a second finger inside her tight heat.
Jinx lets out a soft cry at the added stretch, but rocks back against his fingers just as quickly, and Ekko can't resist it anymore; he needs her in his mouth. The first taste, free of offending fabric, hits him like a drug diluting on his tongue.
Pleasure sparks through her veins, each lick like a conduction of heat spreading from her core to her chest. His lips are full and soft against her most sensitive part, spelling out words she hopes he'd say but knows he won't.
"So good," she whispers with a drunk smile and shut eyes. "Ekko, fuck—just like t-that, pretty boy…"
The skirt he's flipped over her stomach tickles her each time his groans make her stomach twitch. She's hot, so hot, and he's relentless in his attention, ravenous in his hunger for her; Janna, just how long had he wanted this, too?
Jinx can hardly think through long, broad stripe he licks across her folds, pumping his fingers at just the right pace, deep and claiming—but especially honest in their desire to explore and please her. She's not sure how she's still breathing.
"E-Ekko…" She whines and bucks up into his mouth when he wraps his perfect lips around her clit and suckles, never releasing it.
His free hand pins her down once more and she shudders at their size difference alone. He can manhandle her so easily it feels unnatural, simply divine in his nature; eluding her understanding as a mere mortal he's taken an interest in, weaving bits of his magic pulse through every nerve he's charmed sanctified with his attention alone.
She's on fire, but more than that, she's coming alive all over again under his touch, into his mouth, surrendering to him like a freshly anointed believer laying her life for his blessing alone.
His tongue swirls around her clit and Jinx's back bows off the bed, nearly knocking her core into his face if it weren't for how firmly he pushes her back instantly. Ekko groans into her, hips rolling on their own into the mattress as he tries to relieve the ache he feels building in his dick with each of her mewls and praises.
Her walls flutter more and more often around his fingers and he knows she's going to come soon, but honestly, so is he. She's drowning him, consuming him, and Ekko can only seek more like a man athirst, having starved too long in the absence of her unguarded offering, baring all of her for him at last.
He's painfully hard, each press into the mattress but little relief when the coil in his gut is wound-up so tightly, when everything in him pulses to crawl up, dive in, and spill into her cunt. But then she tastes like a piece of heaven on his tongue, lets out moans that would beat any song, and not even a sword to the neck could pull his head away from her sex.
She's better than he's ever imagined, and Janna help him, he's not sure how he'll be able to go back to being her friend and never touching her again when she's so divinely woven into his soul, merging his will to hers and making him ache with a desire he couldn't even begin to put into words.
When she comes with a cry of his name, he follows and spills into his boxers, groaning into her and greedily drinking the evidence of what he's done to her—finally.
His eyes look up to see the way her face softens, blissed-out as her chest heaves and her tattoos ripple beneath the skirt sticking to her abdomen. His lips and fingers never leave her, too addicted to the way he can make her body twitch and jerk with a simple brush of his tongue or a drag of his knuckles across her spasming walls.
Ekko's body is shaking through the aftershocks of his own orgasm, secretly hoping she won't notice or find it disappointing, that he'll get hard in time to fuck her the way she deserves.
Jinx lies breathless and at his mercy, but after a few seconds, when he greedily thrusts his tongue inside her cunt, moving the muscle along his fingers and pressing his nose to her clit, she chokes up and her thighs completely close around his head, suffocating him.
If he dies here, he'll die like an accomplished man.
It takes him half a minute to bring her over the edge a second time into his mouth, and he can feel just how much wetter she is, how she's drenched his face and coated his tongue and fingers with her pleasure—it's the hottest thing she could've possibly done to him, and he can barely remember to stop before she bats his head away, too overwhelmed.
When he looks up, he finds her staring at him half-lidded and mouth agape, her skin a pretty shade of pink as she catches her breath still. She's got a glow to her face now, something akin to the way an early moon peeks through sunset, warm and cloudy, calling to him like a rarity he must touch, feel, and kiss.
But there's the matter of her panties first, an offending piece of fabric that cannot stay without causing her discomfort. And as much as he wants her lingerie to stay on, that little piece has run its course. So Ekko turns his head, gaze fixed on her face, and kisses the inside of her thigh.
"E-Ekko…" She sighs brokenly, a shaky hand reaching for his locks—whether to pull him in or away, he cannot tell.
Maybe both.
He smiles into her skin, hot pulse thrumming beneath his lips, and gives it a soft nib before leaving her thigh to hook his fingers over the straps of her thong.
"S'all good, bunny," he murmurs as he begins peeling the garment off of her. "Let me take care of you, yeah?"
And Jinx nods, heart squeezing and fluttering in her chest as she watches his head descend between her legs, big, strong hands dragging her panties down her legs as he kisses his way down; revering her every inch at any given chance. She's not sure what took them so long to get there when it feels so…right. But by Janna is she glad he wants her just as bad.
Once her panties reach her ankles, Ekko pulls them off completely and bunches them before putting them in his pocket. When she raises a questioning, slightly amused eyebrow, Ekko chuckles and climbs back up over her. Jinx instinctively locks her legs around him, searching for his lips before he turns her face away to kiss along her jaw and up to her ear.
"Thanks for the souvenir," he purrs and her insides melt to a puddle of want—only want, so much want that it hurts not to have him deep inside her now.
So she whimpers and begins rubbing her core against the bulge in his pants, desperate for the friction it offers, hoping it'll decide him to fuck her the way they both want to. Ekko groans, grinding back and sucking little bruises here and there as he makes his way back to her lips for a filthy kiss.
How is this the shy little kid she grew up with again?
Jinx has no idea how she manages to breathe as the temperature rises and their fervor intensifies, tongues and teeth and lips and hips chasing and taking so much more than her dreams foretold.
When Ekko slips a hand beneath her ass to pull her in deeper, his grip bruising on the pale skin, Jinx whines in his mouth and he chuckles, face leaning back just enough to look at her with such desire it sets her on fire.
"This live up to your fantasies, baby blue?" He coos teasingly.
She twines her arms around his neck, arching and rolling her hips to show him more than her words alone can tell. Without fail, Ekko moans and languidly rocks back into her, brushing the pad of his thumb over her bottom-lip.
"I don't know," she breathes and turns her head to kiss his palm, fluttering her lashes up at him. "Does it live up to yours, mister?"
And that earns her a dark chuckle that makes her blood pulse. Then he fumbles beside them, reaches for her dildo and holds it up between them.
'I might have jerked off to the thought of you, but I'm not the one with an Ekko arsenal, now am I?" He teases and she splutters, blushing. "It's nothing to be ashamed off, Pow," he leans in to murmur in her ear, trailing the dildo down her arm. "It's fucking hot, actually. I can't stop thinking about you fucking yourself for me just a wall away."
Jinx cranes her neck, offering him her pulse to suckle on and bruise.
"R-Really?" She asks, voice small and strained.
"Mmh," he groans—no, growls—into her skin before making his way down her chest, dildo sliding up her sternum to tease her bottom-lip with the tip. When he looks up at her, his gaze is hazy with lust, dark and gleaming, leaving her dizzy. “Fuck, bet you looked so pretty with that toy buried inside you," he trails the dildo down, pushing the tip against the bob of her throat, "choking around my damn name.”
"Wanted—Wanted you to catch me so bad," she breathlessly admits, pushing her chest into his mouth
Ekko hums, kissing over the lace covering her chest and biting her veiled nipple as he trails the dildo down her abdomen, making her shiver.
"Wanted you to watch, to—mmh—to get on top of me and fuck me, make me scream and—and—mmh—make me y-yours," she pants, trembling under his attention.
“How did you imagine my dick fucking you when you had that toy inside of you, blue?" He asks, the dildo now trailing along her thigh, his hand between their bodies. "Will you show me how to fuck you too?”
Jinx gasps when it teases the junction of her thigh and core. “Ekko, what are you—”
“Oh, exactly what you think I am," he smirks, dragging the toy back and forth over sensitive skin. "Don’t you think it’s only fair I get to show you what ‘little man’ can do too?”
Jinx shudders, but nods, and it's all the permission Ekko needs to start sliding the toy back and forth between her sopping folds.
She moans at the sensation, lower and hoarser when he presses harder as the tip passes over her clit, and Ekko revels on the little things he's still learning from her; the different sounds she makes, the shifts in her face and her gaze, that desire that seems to pour from her each time he increases pressure.
"You know, baby," he purrs, teasing her entrance then dragging her juices back up; back and forth, back and forth. "This little thing's maybe half my size. It's cute."
And Jinx gasps, lips trembling. "W-What?"
"Aw, worried you won't be able to take me, bunny?" He coos, pushing in the first inch of the toy, then taking out just as quickly.
"N-No," she splutters, too prideful to admit when she's beat. "I'll take you!"
"Yeah?" He smirks, pushing the dildo back in, two inches this time. It knocks the breath out of her. "You want my dick, pretty girl?"
She fervently nods, and a low growl rumbles through his chest.
"You'll have everything you want," he breathes and slams the entire dildo inside her.
Jinx cries out, throwing her head back, and braces herself for thrusts that never come. When she realizes and looks up at Ekko, question and impatience evident in her gaze, he licks his lips and she's a goner.
"I asked you something earlier, didn't I?" He purrs, keeping the dildo lodged deep inside her.
"W-What?" Jinx croaks out in her haze.
"How do you use it on yourself?" He repeats. "Be a good girl and show me how you wanted me, J."
Jinx suddenly flushes, somehow more embarrassed by her fantasies than the knowledge that she's legs spread before her best friend, dildo up her cunt, and at his whole mercy.
"I—I don't—"
Ekko slaps the side of her ass and she whimpers. "Wrong answer, sweetheart. Come on," he leans in, brushing his lips over the shell of her ear. "I know you're smarter than that. You know what I want to hear, don't you?"
She exhales shakily, clenching around the toy at his command.
And why should she obey?
Since when does she get bossed around?
But then Ekko begins withdrawing the toy and her world shatters.
"Well, then, if you don't want to tell me," he starts, and Jinx grips his arm, whining for him to stay, to fuck her with her own toy like he said he would. "You're so cute when you're horny," he chuckles and kisses the tip of her nose. "But I need you to cooperate with me, yeah?"
And this time, Jinx nods.
"I—I usually start slow," she says, rolling her hips to set a rhythm he idly follows, making her moan. "Just…slow and deep—fuck…just like that, baby," she sighs and throws her head back when he sets the right pace, and the deep pressure that makes her feel warm and tingly.
"Feels good to listen, doesn't it?" Ekko smirks above her, working the dildo in and out of her. "Go on, pretty girl. Tell me more."
And Jinx executes herself without resistance, though her pride pounds in her chest, urges her to take rein. This once, she doesn't give in.
"A little faster," she shares, breath tight. "Just—-mmh—I want you to—want you to work me towards it. Want you to make me take it, to—to pound me," she admits, and he groans, quickening his pace while kissing her everywhere he can, breathing and moaning into her as she rocks her hips in tandem with his thrusts—the little carved 'E' kissing her cervix but never quite pushing nor prodding.
It feels good.
Too good to go back now.
Jinx can't care about what it means when he's making her see stars so quickly. Soon, her gleaming, teary eyes meet his and soft little gasps spill out of her lips as he praises and fucks her so well she doesn't think she'll be able to use her toy without him anymore.
The coil in her gut tightens, her hips twitch, and when Ekko thrusts her to her orgasm, it's clear he has no intention to stop anytime soon; far too drunk on the sounds she makes, the wetness coating his hand and—
"Fuck!" Jinx exclaims as ecstasy bursts out of her in clear spurts of her arousal soiling Ekko's shirt and hand.
And then he gasps, she freezes, and feels like getting swallowed by a void and never being seen by him again.
But Ekko chuckles, withdraws the toy, and against all her expectations, lightly taps it on her cheek; smearing her own juices on her face.
"You could've warned me, little minx," he teases and tosses the toy aside, then flattens his tongue over her cheek to lick her juices off her face.
Jinx shudders, eyes low and hazy. "I-I didn't know," she admits, which earns her a growl from Ekko as he realizes he's, officially, pleasured her beyond what she had felt before.
One second, she's squirming under his dark gaze, and the other, he smashes their lips together and shoves his tongue in her mouth, knocking the breath out of her lungs as he grinds into her; grinds that quickly turn into ruts and make her head spin.
She's not sure when or how, but one of them—or both—have broken the other's lips with their teeth and drawn blood. Her hands are in his hair and his are manhandling her every move, making her arch and rock into him just the way he needs.
The room fills with the sounds of their pants, moans and filth, the air sizzling with the tension of years of repression, and she can tell Ekko's going to come soon.
She wants him to do it somewhere in particular though.
"Love," he breathlessly parts from her. "If you want me to fuck you, we have to do it now or I'm not gonna last for you," he brushes her nose, the soft gesture contrasting with how he's been touching her just a few seconds ago.
And somehow, that's what decides Jinx to tackle and straddle him.
Ekko snickers, that infuriating smirk on his face making her waver.
"If you wanted to be on top, you could've told me, Pow," he quips.
Jinx's heart pounds. The idea of seeing him look up at her while she rides him is a rather tempting one…but it isn't what she had planned.
Focus, Jinx.
She leans forward, but when he expects her to kiss him, Jinx goes for his jaw instead, then his neck, his chest, and—
"Where you goin', baby?" Ekko breathes, pushing her bang away from where it's fallen before her face. "Do you not want me to fuck you?"
And to this she shakes her head, which, for a second, makes Ekko's face falls. Jinx is quick to correct things, however.
"I thought I could return the favor," she purrs, nails grazing over his shirt. "You're way overdressed, by the way," she says, and surprising him, tears his pants and boxers off in one go.
She settles back between his thighs and leans close enough for her nose to brush his throbbing, hard cock. She finds herself enthralled by the creamy sheen smeared over his angry, red tip and the way the vein on the side pulses. But more than anything, his size nearly makes her come on the spot.
She'd seen Ekko in his boxers enough to…imagine some things. But this beats everything she's fantasized about. She finds herself wanting to nuzzle her face against it and see if it's long enough to cover it.
It is.
"Swear you must have been a cat in another life," Ekko chuckles as he watches her rub her cheek along his length and purr, eyes fixed on him.
"Not my fault you have such a pretty dick," she sighs.
He snorts. "Pretty?"
"The prettiest," she says and wraps her lips over his tip, moaning and eyes rolling back as his taste coats her tongue.
Ekko groans, weaving his fingers through her hair. "Baby, I'm gonna come if you—"
"Good," she says, lips popping off his head. "I want you to do it in my mouth, little man."
Little man…
Should getting his dick sucked make him feel so em—
"Fuck…" He curses and throws his head back when Jinx licks an experimental stripe up his length, fingers brushing his tight, overflowing balls.
Her giggle at his reaction makes bells peal in his mind and heart—not just any kind, but something akin to wedding bells. He nearly curses again at the thought, having known he's been in love with Jinx for as long as he can remember, but feeling ridiculous at getting carried away from so little.
Except that it's not little; it's his best friend about to suck his dick, his best friend who wants him back after so long spent pining in silence that it had numbed like an afterthought in the back of his mind on most days. For years, he'd had to watch Jinx come home with hickeys or in tears when her newest partner left her. And for years, Ekko had said nothing of his own feelings and jealousy, trying and failing to distract himself with people who were nice, but never kept his attention long enough.
He sustained himself on the few times Jinx failed to keep quiet as she touched herself in her room, unsure whether he'd prefer for her to maintain their unspoken rule and continue having sex outside their apartment to spare him, or to bring a partner home and let him hear how much louder she could get.
But now she's here, wearing lingerie she's bought for him, her essence all over his shirt, still on his mouth, and eagerly bobbing her head back and forth as she tries her best to take him into her mouth.
Had he saved the world in another universe?
The moment his tip hits the back of her throat, Ekko feels like he's ascended the astral plane itself. His hips buck and Jinx splutters, but she does not relent. Even as concern washes over him and he tries to pull her off, to ask her if she's alright, she keeps her lips in a tight, vacuum seal around his cock and renews her fervor.
She looks up at him, batting her wet lashes and Ekko curses under his breath, beginning to roll his hips into her gorgeous, teary face.
"Gods, Jinx," he groans, relishing in her spluttering and her hot mouth, warm, wet tongue on his throbbing member. "You feel so fucking good, baby."
When she moans around him at the praise, pressing her thighs together, a breathless chuckle is pulled out of him.
"You like being told how good you are for me?" He hums softly when she reacts, thumb brushing her hairline. "Yeah, I can feel it, bunny. You're so good for me, so responsive," he throws his head back when she whimpers and hollows her cheeks. "Fuck, blue, I love every little sound you make…everything you do."
And Jinx couldn't be wetter if she tried. She knows her sounds are filthy, whiny, needy. She can feel how her jaw is aching and her back is hurting from arching so much.
But when Ekko compliments her like that, when he rocks into her mouth and babbles about how good she looks on all four for him, how good she feels…How can she focus on anything but pleasing him?
When his cock twitches in her mouth, heavy and salty, it occurs to her she really wants to wreck him, wants to find what makes him tick and what makes him burn, wants to hear him more, feel him lose control.
So she grows bolder, pushing past gag reflex and reflexive choking to take him deeper, faster, growing sloppier and messier in her task to unravel the only man—only person—she's ever wanted this much it hurt to let anyone else in every single time.
"Fuck, Pow…" He murmurs, voice fraying and fingers trembling. "I don't think you—know what you do to me…Don't think you ever have, baby."
And if Jinx's heart does a little sommer-sault at that, then she doesn't think she should be blamed.
"You're so pretty with a cock in your mouth," he praises, the words filthier with each bob of her head, it seems. "That pretty little ass too," he grunts, dragging his hand from her head to the slope of her back. "Gods, the things you—make me want to do to you…Just like that, baby," he groans when she starts playing with his balls more too.
"You're so pretty," he praises her again, making her moan. "So pretty arched like that for me. Makes me wanna…wanna be right behind and—fuck—get my face all in there, fuck you—see how that little skirt looks from the back too…"
Jinx chuckles at that, taking him out of her mouth. “Well, that can be arranged,” she purrs and starts climbing towards his face while he looks at her starry-eyed. "You look like you just found out Santa's real," she chuckles.
Ekko lightly slaps the side of her thighs. "Not even close enough," he says and tries to pull her down. "Come on, baby, sit on my face," he begs through gritted teeth.
Jinx snorts, swinging a thigh on the other side of his head. "I know patience's not your strong suit, buddy—"
"Don't call me that when we're fucking?!"
"But, as I was about to say," she sends him a pointed glare and turns around so her pussy is presented to his face from the back. "I'll give you what you actually wanted," and with that, she finally sits on his face.
Ekko moans into her, the sound so deep and filthy it sends her whole body buzzing as she leans down to take his cock back into her mouth. Even with his skin on her tongue, his salty taste flowing into her mouth, the hunger with which he laps at her is unbelievably distracting.
But Jinx is a fucking sore loser, refusing to give up at the first hurdle. So she picks up the pace and encourages him to fuck up into her, maybe—hopefully—bruise her throat so she'll keep a reminder of this if it does ruin things between them for good, which…she shouldn't think about this now.
Their sounds are filthy, the lace of her skirt getting a little in the way and making oxygen thinner for Ekko as he cranes his neck to eat her out under the fabric. But he'll take the discomfort because it's a reminder that she's got this lingerie on for him, bought it with him in mind, and he's not certain life gets much better than this in the end.
And then she squirts in his mouth and comes with the most beautiful sound he's ever heard, the vibration around his cock divine—prove him wrong anytime if it feels this good.
"Fuck, blue, you're gonna—gonna get a mouth full," he pants as he parts from her cunt, drunken smile on his face as he stares at her glistening folds, pushing two fingers inside her heat.
Jinx groans, her sensitive walls fluttering as her orgasm is still unraveling. And the sound alone pushes Ekko over the edge. He spills into her mouth with a hoarse grunt, the taste heady and salty, the thick creaminess coating her mouth and throat leaving her helpless and blissful.
It's hot, sticky, thrumming, everything she's needed and starved for, everything she'll never be able to scrub from her memory anymore. As they finally separate and Jinx collapses onto her back, spit and cum smeared around her mouth and chin, jaw sore and body wrecked, she feels the world tilt and throw off all rules and measures they'd come to know before.
For years, they had towed the line, their friendship existing outside the bounds of normalcy. But this was something entirely different. A kiss can still be innocent. Cuddling and teasing isn't unheard of. Hell, she's flashed him her tits before to show off her tattoo.
None of this compares to his taste in her mouth and his lips on her cunt, moaning and praising her like she'd blessed him with something from another world.
Not that she blames him, though. Because when he shifts to lay by her side and looks at her like…that, Jinx thinks she might let herself say the most idiotic words she could possibly share.
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“You still want to—”
She softly laughs, smiling. “Yeah. Yeah, of course I still want you,” she says, turning her face towards him and brushing his nose with hers. “Maybe even more now.”
"Fuck," he curses under his breath, tone and gaze so dreamy it makes her feel funny inside.
"That's the idea," she giggles as she moves to straddle him, pushing his chest down when he tries to sit up. "Why don't you lie back and tell me how pretty I am while I try to fit this monster inside me, mmh?"
His hands come up to her hips, right under her lacy skirt. "Monster?" He snorts, cocking an eyebrow.
"If this is a ploy to make me repeat it so I can inflate your ego, don't waste your breath," she rolls her eyes and reaches for his dick, languidly stroking it while he grunts beneath her. "Fuck, that's a good boy," she praises, eyes fixed on his cock twitching in her hand as he whimpers from oversensitivity. "What was it you said earlier? Ah, yes; so fucking responsive for me," she teases.
And then, just as Ekko grits his teeth and lets her take his dick from half-hard to fully hard again, bracing for the gift of her warmth engulfing him, Jinx gets off him to remove her skirt—no.
Ekko surges forward and tugs her wrist away from the waistband, eyes dark and commanding.
"These stay on," he orders, trailing his fingertips up her side; from her skirt's waistband to her lace bralette. He slips two fingers beneath the criss-crossed straps of it, tugging ever so slightly. "Just a little longer for me?"
Jinx chuckles. "Sure," she concedes. "But we're gonna need condoms, and I'm also gonna insist that this," she tugs at the hem of his shirt, "comes off so I can grope you to my heart's content."
And that breaks Ekko away from his lust for a moment, pulling some laughter out of him as she gets off of him to rummage through her nightstand.
He quickly discards his tee-shirt, gesturing at his abs. "Grope away, sweetheart," he jokes, which earns him a condom thrown right at his forehead.
"Wow, I don't even get a sexy show of you rolling it on my dick?" He feigns offense and she gives him a deadpan look.
"Be glad you even get to fuck me, dummy," she sighs and grabs the condom anyway, grasp his cock, slowly rolls it on, and—
Snap!
"Is this a fucking joke?!" Jinx sputters, looking at the ripped condom hanging off Ekko's cock.
He winces, gritting his teeth. "How old are those?"
Jinx rolls her eyes. "Fuck if I know?! Maybe you're just too big—"
"Didn't you say you wouldn't stroke my ego anymore?" He smugly remarks.
Jinx groans, tipping forward and dropping her head on his chest.
"Ekkooo…How are we gonna fuck now?" She whines, near to petulantly kicking her feet.
Dad, mom, forgive him now for what he's about to do.
All those safe sex conversations that made him want to die…
Fuck them?
Yes, fuck them. And most importantly; fuck Jinx.
"I can…pull out?" He suggests.
Jinx peeks up from his chest. "You can?"
He swallows. "I mean…you're clean and everything, right?"
Jinx puffs out a laugh. "You calling me a slut or something?"
Ekko perks up. "What? No!"
"Relax," she taps his nose. "I'm just teasing ya."
And then she comes to straddle his lap, one hand grasping his length, and the other using two fingers to part her folds as she rubs their sex against each other. Breathy moans and grunts echo in the room along with the sound of her arousal smearing back and forth.
Jinx feels like she might lose it, to think she's doing such filthy things with the same boy she taught how to play hopscotch makes her feel like this is wrong…but somehow right too. It's just another kind of game, she supposes.
Before she can even start to overthink what they're doing, Jinx lines him up for her entrance and grinds down.
"Fuck!" She exclaims as the stretch startles her, sending a burning sensation all through her core.
Ekko tries to sit up to check up on her, which only serves to sink him in further and make it worse. Jinx winces, pushing him back down.
"You stay right there," she commands and Ekko gulps. "I can take you. I just need…time."
Ekko's eyes soften, a gentle smile on his face as he caresses her hips beneath the lacy skirt.
"You can have all the time in the world," he replies.
And Jinx really wishes he would stop being so mushy because it's not helping. Or maybe it is. Fuck if she knows at this point. The fucking pole inside her is a little distracting, you see.
As she breathes in and out, letting herself adjust to the feeling of him inside her, one of Ekko's hand drags from her hip to her cunt, his thumb finding and rubbings circles over her clit. Jinx sighs; responding to the stimulation like ice thawing in the sun, slowly melting onto him.
His other hand leaves her hip as well, slowly trailing up her abdomen to find and cup a tit through the lace of her bralette. Her nipple pokes through the fabric, the pleasure of his palm flooding her with warmth.
"You're doing so well for me, bunny," he praises, his caresses steady and reverent.
She whimpers, a smile cracking on her lips, and starts to slowly drop down, taking a third inch of him inside her. He watches her intently, from the way she stretches around him—pink and slick sealed around him like a morning rose with the bud plucked out— to the way her face contorts as she takes him further; eyes screwed shut, brows furrowed, and bottom-lip caught between her teeth as she turns red and seems to struggle to breathe.
“Gods,” She grits out, hips stilling as she feels a deep, dull ache spread between her legs.
Her hands come to settle on his abdomen, letting herself enjoy the feeling of his firm muscles and warm, soft skin, allowing it to distract and support her. But as she tries to rock her hips again, she gasps and her nails sink into his skin; leaving little crescent indents.
"Hey, blue," Ekko chances her way, hoping she won't get offended. "Do you think we should get lube?"
Jinx chews on her bottom-lip, visibly hesitant, or nervous—he can't be too sure when he's wrapped in heady, warm velvet anyway.
"I don't—I don't have any," she admits, a little sheepish. "Haven't—Haven't done this in a while."
Her admission, although Ekko knows her so well and hadn't caught any of the signs he looks for to know if she's been with someone in a while, makes him smile. A selfish, possessive, jealous little part of him dances and sings, but she doesn't have to know that.
"I have some in my room," he gently suggests, moving his hands back to her hips.
"Nuh-uh, no way I'm letting you go that far from me now, buster," Jinx immediately refuses.
To even have him leave the room now makes her want to cry, makes her pussy clench tightly in order to not be abandoned so quickly.
Ekko groans, fighting with everything he has not to buck up and sink all the way in. She feels good, better than he'd imagined; better than socks, bed-sheets and flesh-lights he'd pull out on desperate nights.
Better than even that girl who had slapped him when he'd moaned Jinx's name as he pounded her from the back, enthralled with her blue hair and her petite stature clinging to him like he thought she would.
Admittedly, that hadn't been his proudest moment and he had deserved that slap for sure. But Jinx had been making endless sex jokes all week, whining about horny she'd been now that she'd broken up with her latest girlfriend while cuddling up to him, and Ekko was pathetically down bad for her so…
When she moves again, lowering herself further, Ekko can't repress a guttural groan she echoes.
Jinx takes one of his hands and pulls it to her chest, then leaves it there and presses her palm to his abdomen, moving her other hand beneath her skirt to tease between her folds.
"Touch me," she breathlessly demands, and Ekko's nothing if not eager to help, to please his girl.
As he kneads her breast, he moves his other hand from her hips to cup her ass and guide her movements while she does subtle, languid rolls of her hips to sink down.
He watches her, admiring the dark lingerie contrasting with her pale skin and her tattoos, observing the rise and fall of her chest as she powers through the last stretch without aid simply because she wants him far too urgently.
She's going to consume him, and he'd be a willing sacrifice on her altar if she so required.
"You're so beautiful," he marvels, gut twisting as her hips finally come down and she cries softly, head tilted back to reveal the bruising expanse of her pale neck.
His marks.
His doing.
Does it really get better than this?
She starts to move, and he thinks yes. She gasps, fluttering around him as she rocks back and forth, pulling back just a few inches before dropping down; too overwhelmed to bounce the way she'd like to just yet.
With each drag, she pulls grunts out of him and his grip on her ass and chest deepens, bruises. She finds she likes him a little rough, too. Likes the idea of coming out of this…different.
She gasps, dropping down harder, and his cock twitches inside her, making her puff out a laugh that tells him she's content to affect him so much already.
One look from you is enough, Ekko wants to say. But maybe even that is a little too much for friends who happen to be fucking, he supposes.
Is that what they are?
Would she object to—
"Jinx!" He growls when she starts snapping her hips faster, harder, wanton little sounds spilling from her kiss-swollen lips.
He loses any ability to hold back, thrusting up into her, and the sight of her eyes rolling back as she cries out nearly makes him spill inside her right then and there.
He almost regrets ensuring her he could pull out when she feels like this, though he knows he'll have to manage somehow. If he does, he might apologize to Janna for calling her fervent worshipers delusional.
"Ekko—Ekko, you're so—Fuck," she moans, encouraging him further.
He groans, fucking into her with fervor, enthralled by the way her tits bounce in her lace, the flutter of her skirt and the sound of her wetness echoing as he moves in and out of her just like the push and pull they've always lived in.
“You feel so fucking good,” he praises through gritted teeth, pinching and rolling a nipple between two fingers, “Sound and look so fucking pretty too."
She whimpers, chasing his movements, pulling her hand off her cunt to press both palms on his shoulders as she leans forward, overwhelmed but eager, needing him closer.
Ekko answers her wordless call by wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her as they rock against each other; the snug fit of her so right, the flutters and pulsing of her walls almost as playful and taunting as she's always been.
"You're so—fucking—big," she breathlessly laughs and drops her head into his neck, legs already trembling.
He spanks her ass, light but impossible to mistake for an accident, and Jinx gasps into his neck, then giggles.
"What happened to not stroking my—fuck—ego, sweetheart?"
Jinx bites his neck in retaliation. "Shut up and fuck me like a real man, Ekko," she teases, and he snaps.
With his arms secured around her, Ekko sits up and Jinx instinctively locks her legs around his hips, gasping at the sudden shift in angle. He gives her little time to adjust though, both hands going below her skirt to push on her ass and ensure she takes him as deep as possible.
The second he snaps his hips into her, Jinx sobs in his neck, sinking her nails into his back. Although it made him feel hot, made him want to do it again, he can't be sure where the line is when they've never done this before.
Concern washes over him for a moment as he wonders whether that was a good kind of overwhelmed or not. But the second she notices he's faltering, hesitating, Jinx sinks her nails even deeper and grits out, "Don't you dare stop," which Ekko doesn't need to be told twice.
As he picks up the pace again, vividly aware of the way his tip bumps into her cervix with each snap of his hips—even more so of the fact that she's enjoying it, which he knows hasn't always been the case for other partners—Jinx mewls into his skin, scratching him and making him bleed.
When he pulls her head from his neck so he can see her face in ecstasy, it's impossible for him not to kiss her. He needs to feel her gasp and moan into his mouth. When she does, when he feels her wetness coat his thighs and tiny spurts of her arousal meeting his pelvis, Ekko feels a deep, primal hunger gnawing in his stomach.
He wants her falling apart in every position he can get her in, wants her to slip into bed after work and not be able to think about anything but the way he had pleased her there, taken her and made her scream.
“Fuck," he pants out as he parts from her lips, a string of saliva stretching and splitting between them. "Baby, I need to fuck you so hard.”
“Show me—Show me how much,” Jinx pleads through whimpers and quivers, feeling the coil in her gut tighten.
And everything in Ekko short-circuits. His hips stutter, his hands grip tighter, and his eyes darken. Jinx shudders above him, just enough to make him say it without shame.
"Get on all fours, then," he growls, and Jinx squeaks like a little mouse which strokes something deep inside him and prompts him to reach for a braid and tug her head back, grazing his teeth along his jaw as he warns, "Don't make me ask again, bunny."
Jinx whimpers but cooperates when he pulls her off her lap. The loss of him is torturous, but the second she's on all fours, Ekko moves behind her, grips her hip with one hand, and reinserts himself inside of her. Jinx lets out a sigh of relief and hears him chuckle before he reaches for her braid with his free hand, wraps it around his wrist and tugs as he starts to pound away at her.
She feels his fingers dig into the fat of her hip, feels her scalp sting and her core ache with the need for release. Though she would've liked to keep her pride a little better, Jinx cannot control the moans spilling out of her; loud and lewd as they come. Ekko grunts behind her, his hand snaking away from her hip to squeeze her chest as it jostles with each of his thrusts.
"You gonna come for me, baby?" He growls, snapping his hips into her; the sheer force of it slowly making her unsteady as she arches and melts into the mattress, only held up by his cock and hands. "Come on, darling," he pants, the nickname making her choke on a half-formed chuckle, as he hunches over to whisper in her ear. "Show the neighbors whose pussy this is."
Jinx sobs, twisting her neck to look at him with a cheek smashed in the pillow and her lashes wet and stuck together.
"Y-Yours," she pants out. "It's yours!"
Ekko groans, squeezing her chest and freeing her braid in favor of toying with her clit as she tightens around him, spraying ecstasy over his hand and the bed beneath them. It isn't long before she feels herself losing it, coming undone with a sharp cry of his name and a slew of curses that never seem to end.
"Good girl," he growls in her neck, and she's a goner; stupidly nodding along and whining, fucking herself back on him as if she could take him any deeper than this.
Why does she want to test this theory?
“Gods, you're taking me so well, baby” Ekko grits through his teeth, roughly grabbing her face to kiss her and groan into her mouth as her walls clench tight around him in the aftermath of her orgasm.
The wet slap of his hips against her ass is deafening, the way his hand smears her own juices over her abdomen as he pushes on the bulge there and leaves her gasping makes her burn. She can feel his balls slap against her clit with each of his thrusts like this, feel just how heavy they are. When he releases her face, Jinx can't focus on anything but his dick and what it does to her, what it could do next too.
"So—so full," she babbles, unsure whether she's talking about her cunt or the cum he'll selfishly—wisely—deny her. "More," she sobs into the pillow. "Ekko—More…Harder," she pleads, and he needs no further encouragement to mercilessly slam into her.
Jinx doesn't bother to muffle her screams, far too fucked-out to care, and if her neighbors do, then it would have been worth it. Ekko drills deep and hard into her like he's waited for this much longer than she had thought, maybe as long as he's known the form of desire in his soul, and she can't remember why she had ever doubted he'd want her back this whole time.
"Gods, you feel so—fucking good, Jinx," he praises her, kissing over her neck and shoulder. "Taking me so well too. So warm and tight," he grunts, slamming into her so hard she chokes up and her nails break, tearing through the sheets. "Is this what you imagined?" He asks, and she can hear just how smug she is but cannot bear to say a thing about it. "Fuck—When you bought those slutty little lingerie sets and toys for me—playing with that pussy like I wasn't—right—there," he emphasizes with his thrusts, "Just begging me to ruin you, were you?"
Jinx nods, sobs, fucking clenches around him because the words flee from her in her pleasure. His words—so filthy but so true—his pace, the open, eagerness of his desire makes her feel like being thrown into their fireplace would be a mercy in comparison. He growls in return and it's all it takes for her to come the hardest she has in her life; toes curling, eyes rolling back, whole body tensing.
When she snaps this time, she passes out.
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Jinx wakes up on her back, propped up with pillows. Ekko's sitting beside her, concern evident in his eyes as he holds a cold glass of water and strokes his thumb along her cheek.
"Welcome back, blue," he softly says and pushes the glass to her lips. "Drink."
Usually, she would puff out a laugh at the sharp contrast in his demeanor now from earlier, but right now she's positively parched and tired. So Jinx hums and dips her lips over the rim as Ekko tilts it so the water slowly pours into her mouth.
Once she's done, he sets the glass on the nightstand and turns back to hold her hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing it before pressing his cheek to it. She thinks it's unfair for someone to look so perfect under every angle.
Are the doe eyes really necessary too?
"You scared me for a minute, bunny," he whispers. "You okay?"
This time, she does puff out a laugh. Then she turns her hand to cup his jaw, gently stroking his cheek with her thumb.
"You fucked me so good I passed out," she chuckles. "Nothing more, nothing less. I'm all good, don't worry."
And then, concern fades to pride. She sees the smirk cresting the second she finishes her sentence and curses herself for giving him yet another reason to have a massive ego.
Passing out; seriously, Jussy?
Well, she can't exactly blame him for being so smug. If this had been her, he would never hear the end of it. But Jinx never said she wasn't a hypocrite either.
Besides, something else gets her attention now:
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Ekko's got his boxers back on
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Ekko's not under the sheets with her
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Ekko did not finish
The latter is, perhaps, what bothers her the most. Seeing the little bunny twitch of her nose she only does when she's deep in thought, Ekko cocks an eyebrow and asks her,
"Something wrong, Pow?"
She pouts then, extending her arms towards him and flexing her fingers to beckon him closer.
"I miss you," she says, to which Ekko laughs and moves to slip beneath the sheets with her. "Nu-uh," she tuts, pointing at his boxers. "Take these off, it's insulting."
He snorts. "Insulting?"
"Yes," she tilts her chin and crosses her arms over her chest. "It hurts my feelings, you know."
Ekko leans closer, playfulness barely veiling his repressed desire. "Oh, does it now?" He whispers, tucking her bang behind her ear.
"Hm-mmh," she nods, tone and face as serious as she can get them. "I've waited years to see little man," then, lower and sultrier as she teases fingertips along his jaw, "we still have quite a bit to tell each other, don't we?"
And that pulls a low groan out of him, prompting him to practically tear his boxers off and nearly knock himself off the bed in the process. Jinx giggles, catching him before he falls while he remains unbothered, kicking the offending fabric from his ankles.
"Relax, I'm not gonna disappear," she says through laughter while he pulls the covers and slips not beside her, but on top of her.
Her laughter fades to sighs as he kisses her neck and whimpers, snaking an arm beneath her waist to pull her close. He kisses down her chest and buries his face in her sternum, huffing.
I love you, he thinks. "Y'smell good," he mumbles instead.
"No, I don't," Jinx snorts. "Even the room must stink," and that makes him crack a smile.
They lay like this a little, and although it's nice to have some respite together, to feel each other's skin simply to feel it; Jinx gets increasingly distracted by the hardness pressing into her thigh and the lace that's starting to itch a little bit with her dried sweat and Janna knows what else. She taps his shoulder and her little man looks up with the softest eyes she's ever seen on him.
"Ekko?"
He climbs up just enough to cup her face, worry etched in her face from how small her voice sounded just now.
"Yes, baby?"
The nickname makes her blush when it isn't said in the throes of lust, and Jinx suddenly feels unusually sheepish around Ekko.
"I just—I think I wanna take the set off now," she admits.
Ekko smiles, hums and kisses her tenderly before he sits back to help her out of her bralette—that one is easy—and then her skirt—far less easy. It takes a little fumbling for him to figure out and Jinx is not eager to help him if only for the little huffs he lets out and that crease between his brows as he curses whoever decided to make lingerie so complicated to take off.
"Shouldn't this be easier to take off considering what it's for?" He puffs out a laugh and Jinx giggles, practically kicking her feet.
Good Gods.
What's wrong with her tonight?
Disgusting.
"Seriously, how did you put this on, baby?" He chuckles.
Baby.
Janna, never let him stop calling her that.
"Here," she finally concedes, showing him where and how to unlatch the garment. "It's not that hard, dummy."
"Yeah," he snorts. "Because your hands are tiny," he says and kisses her cheek like he hasn't just sent a rush of heat between her legs. "Definitely not meant for me to take off," he says and flops onto his back with a grin.
She snorts, takes her skirt-garter off, and tosses it on the floor—somewhere…she can't be bothered to look now. Ekko stretches an arm at his side, wordlessly beckoning her to his chest, and Jinx needs little more convincing to curl up to him naked at all.
"How haven't we done this before?" She asks, tracing patterns on his skin.
Ekko chuckles, turning his head to kiss her forehead. "Mmh, well, if I'd known how good it would be, I would've definitely cracked sooner."
"Did you ever—seriously considered making a move?" She asks, not to embarrass him for once, but because she hopes he'll say—
"Yeah," he puffs out. "A few times. I just wasn't sure you'd want me to but…fuck, you remember last month, when we were watching The Nightmare Before Christmas on the couch?"
Jinx nods. "Yeah, why?"
"Gods, you really never noticed what you do to me, did you?" He sighs, and she giggles, which earns her a soft pinch at the waist. "I—fuck, blue—I wanted to take you right there, just…push your shorts aside and fuck you," he admits, and Jinx's heart plummets right to her cunt.
"I would've let you," she breathlessly rushes out and shifts to her side, pulling him behind her. "Come on."
Ekko sucks in a sharp breath, trying hard to restrain himself from ramming in as he slips an arm beneath her waist to hold her. "Fuck, you still want to—"
"We talked plenty about my fantasies," she says, looking at him over her shoulder. "Let's tackle yours too, yeah?"
Damn him if he loses his chance now.
Ekko hooks his arm around her thigh and locks her leg past his hip, keeping it there so he can easily slide home and stretch her just a little more, make her louder and needier for him as he begins thrusting in and out of her, lips on the crook of her neck as he growls with pleasure.
Jinx cries out as he stretches and worships her inside-out again, already setting up a pace that has her worry she'll never be able to get off without him again. She can tell how much he had held back then from the way he's doing her in this position now; hand fondling her chest while the other pushes on the bulge in her stomach solely to get more sounds out of her.
He's deep and relentless, murmuring filthy things in her ear that in any other context would make her feel ashamed, but only serve to make her moan louder and clench tighter. She has no idea how she manages to breathe through this, only that she does like her body knows it's been meant for this, for him.
Ekko twitches inside her, the tip of his ears burning with the sound of her wetness gushing from his thrusts. The arch of her back against his front drives him insane, her leg trembling as he holds it right where he needs it, and it feeds his deepest darkest fantasies somehow; to think that she would be so pliant and easy to manipulate to his heart's—or dick's—content, that she would be so loud and eager about it too.
To have desired his best friend once made him feel ashamed, made him feel like he was less of a man for the breach of trust it could represent. But as she wraps around him like only she should have the right, like it's always been her, Ekko knows he's only become a real man by loving her the way she deserves and desires.
"So much better than I imagined," he pants into her neck, slowly kissing up her jaw before he turns her face to kiss her, groaning at the sight of her dark, hazy gaze.
His tongue is hot and hungry in her mouth, drinking in her moans like a divine nectar he'd searched for all his life. She'd give him her soul if he asked for it, her heart if he needed one. She would lay down her entire life for him—which isn't new—but perhaps what affects her more is the realization that he can and would breathe it back into her just as well, knowing and providing her with all she needs before she has to say a thing.
Like he's doing now, progressively thrusting her to another wave of ecstasy that threatens to break her all over again.
It becomes harder to kiss him as his hips quicken, as his body pushes hers into the mattress and he slowly covers her, eventually mounting her as he grunts into her neck. He drives into her like his life depends on it, and Janna she might start believing him as her body melts into the mattress, his own pressed to her back and taking up all her space.
She comes with a sharp cry, thrust off the edge to the sounds of him, of the headboard slamming, and of her own slick easing him in and out of her cunt. She feels him holding back, gritting his teeth to not come just yet. And just as she's catching her breath, lulled by his languid, careful thrusts, he pulls out of her.
"W-What?!" She shrieks, hands reaching behind her to pull him back in.
He chuckles, grabbing both her wrists and pinning them behind her back with such ease that it leaves her dizzy.
"Trust me, it'll be even better for you," is all he says before grabbing a pillow and tucking it beneath her hips, providing her with more support and an angle that she knows will make her see stars, no doubt.
But when Ekko slides something else between her cunt and the pillow—a suction toy from the box moved to her nightstand—Jinx thinks she might start laughing, or crying; maybe both.
How is he real?
She'd always picked her partners carefully, gotten to know them over months of playful conversations before she even considered getting intimate because she needed the connection. But no one had held out this much for her, put her first at every turn, and she can't ignore the warmth that courses through her even as he's just easing back in.
His lips come back on her neck, alternating between tender kisses and passionate sucks as he fucks into her with all he has. She barely recognizes nor controls the sounds coming out of her as he hits a deeper, delirious angle like this, as the toy stimulates her far past what she can take.
She thinks she's babbling, pleading for something, but she doesn't know what; only that Ekko responds with praise and twists her face to lick her tears, continues to grunt and whine behind her as he pounds her like he'll never get another chance to.
He couldn't be more wrong, but if it gets him to fuck her like that, why should she tell him?
"You're so fucking tight, baby," he groans behind her, both hands cupping and squeezing her chest as he fucks her.
The vibration of the toy combined with his attention makes her keen, pulling more fervor and guttural sounds out of him she can't ever erase from her memory now. Things that will follow her into the darkest, loneliest hours of the night, just a wall away from the man she truly needs.
She gasps as the coil in her gut tightens far too quickly, at the way he seems to know and smirk into her skin, moaning and praising her as he pistols his hips just right.
“Mmh Ekko,” she whines, her voice breathless and barely recognizable to her anymore, “Just—just like that…That’s so fucking good—Fuck…Please!”
He growls, snapping his hips into her in earnest, high on her sounds and the pulsing of her overstimulated cunt when she comes once again and clings to him all the time as he refuses to stop just yet.
"Gods, you hear yourself, sweetheart?" He groans, searing her memory into the depths of his soul. "Should record you—so you never forget who you truly belong to…"
And Jinx whimpers at that, feverish and needy, but especially in love with him and unable to tell him for fear of breaking the spell and making this more real than it already is.
As they continue, she's losing track of how many orgasms she has and how much filth he's said to her by the time she feels his hips begin to stutter. She knows it won't be long now before he comes and Janna she wants that—
"Inside," she pleads, surprising them both, her arms reaching for him behind her as she tries to push him down and encourage him to do it. "Please," she moans as she weakly fucks herself back on him, so overwhelmed but so eager. "Ekko, I need it. Come in me," she demands.
Ekko shudders, wrestling with himself not to give in. "Jinx, we shouldn't—"
"Little man," she cruelly whispers, looking back at him over her shoulder. "Breed me."
Our mother who art in the winds and all the birds that do sing—
"Ekko…" Jinx whimpers, and somehow Ekko just about manages to pull out of her at the last second, much to her protests.
But when he leans back and strokes himself behind her, cum spurting out in thick, pearlescent ribbons over her ass and back, Jinx moans and Ekko cannot hold back a hushed curse that makes her giggle as he observes the mess he's made of her, the evidence of what she's entrusted with him, shared with him.
He doesn't know what he's trying to do until his finger drags over his cum on her skin and he writes his name with it. Because it makes her sigh and giggle some more, Ekko adds a little hour glass and takes a picture for safe-keeping before he licks it all off.
The flat of his tongue on her back and ass makes her shudder, but perhaps not as much as the knowledge of why it's there, what they've done…and the fact that he's kept a little more than memory only.
Would he share some photographic evidence if she asked?
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The steady hum of his pulse beneath her skin lulls her, tells her none of this is a dream—though that would be entirely easier, it isn't what she wants at all.
She doesn't know how long they've been lying tangled like this, hearts beating in sync, her finger tracing featherlight patterns over his chest and his hand caressing up and down her back.
Though their sweaty skin sticks uncomfortably against each other and the warmth is near unbearable, but nothing could dislodge her from the man she's loved all her life, and probably will in the next one if it comes to it.
Ekko puffs out a weak laugh, prompting her to look up.
“Think you drained me or something," he remarks, amused and blissful. "I feel like a shriveled raisin right now.”
Jinx snorts. "The sexiest raisin there is, though."
Ekko smirks, jostling her a little. "Oh, yeah?"
"Hm-mmh," she nods, slinking up just enough to brush her lips over his jaw. "Tasted good when I sucked you dry too—"
"Jinx," he groans, spent cock already twitching in interest.
She laughs, low and sultry, and cups his jaw, giving it a bite.
"You've got the right girl, mister," she quips, and Ekko can't take it anymore, shifting to climb on top of her.
"That I do," he whispers before pressing his lips to her.
Jinx sighs into the kiss, melting into the mattress under them as Ekko ravishes her mouth and pulls her closer, pushing his tongue past her lips and stealing her ragged breaths like they're meant for him.
Right now, she would be tempted to say he's right to think so.
Which of them starts grinding first, she couldn't say, but it feels good, stoking a fire she thought extinguished far too quickly. She's addicted to the sensation of feeling him growing hard against her, of his groans and his demanding hands, his hot mouth on her own.
It isn't long before she grasps his cock and makes him groan, bucking into her hand like fucking into anything she'll give has become instinctive. It makes something inside her preen, leaving her breathless on the outside when he looks at her with so much desire it burns her.
"Is this a one time thing?" She asks as she lines him up to her entrance, voice and gaze far too vulnerable and desperate for her liking.
Ekko brushes her nose and pushes his length inside her, fucking her doubts away as he whispers over her, "Not a chance."
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