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Tonight was not off to a great start. Ekko had come to the one bar he knew his ex would never set foot inside: The Last Drop. He’d chosen this bar intentionally, as he knew it was the bar her father used to run. Foster father, sure, but he’d raised her throughout most of her teens and all of her young adulthood.

The man was family, and it was partially her fault he was dead. The man’s name was Vander, of course, and Ekko’s ex? You already know the answer, everyone in Zaun and Piltover knew: Jinx. Just how did everyone know? Jinx made their break-up public knowledge. She made it everyone’s business, because of course she did. 

There were a few times she tried to get back with him, and those were times he walked away in disgust and disdain. What the fuck kind of apology was “hey I set off fireworks in your front yard and burned down the tree you and your foster father planted 14 years ago, wanna get back with me?”

A pretty shit apology, if you asked Ekko. Not that anyone did, ever. Jinx was the talk of the town. She was everywhere, all the time. On posters, on billboards, doing interviews and big speeches. You couldn’t walk three steps in any direction and not meet some wild and spirited woman with blue hair. 

And the worst part was, Ekko knew it was all bullshit. He had a front row seat to the bullshit as it snowballed initially, the only person Jinx trusted enough to vent about her frustrations to. They’d planned to leave it all behind, Ekko willing to leave his community for her. Zaun was his everything, but his love for Jinx, his desire to build a life with her, overrode everything else.

Pissed off, alone, bitter about the past and still reeling from a broken heart she seemed to have healed for herself, Ekko was alone at a bar on a Friday night. He’d blown off every other friend’s invitation, even his brother Scar, because Ekko didn’t want pity. He didn’t want bullshit platitudes and he definitely didn’t want to say another fucking word about Jinx. 

He chose The Last Drop because he knew Jinx would never be able to step foot inside. Every other time he’d gone for drinks, she had found him. Whether it was a small gathering, a night club playing music he knew would give her a headache and flashing lights that would mess with her eyes, or a hole in the wall bar: Jinx always found him and made his night miserable. And he wasn’t even sure if that was on her , anymore. 

She seemed to have buried their hatchet already, but was pointedly ignorant or uncaring that such a thing was a two-person job and required consent from both parties. Just because she’d moved on and fucked half the eligible bachelors in the Twin Cities didn’t mean Ekko had to play along. 

He could have any woman he wanted, that much had been made clear ever since high school. But Ekko didn’t want any woman. He wanted his woman; his Jinx. He’d been prepared, six months ago, to spend the rest of his life with her. And he’d gone to extreme lengths to make sure she felt the same. He asked her and told her so often she became genuinely annoyed at having to repeat herself. 

Ekko put a pause to those thoughts and ordered another Manhattan cocktail. As the drink slid across the counter he downed it in one tilt of his chin and then shook his head, locs free of their usual hair tie tonight and bouncing at the movement.

Ekko closed his eyes for a moment as the room began to spin, and then breathed steadily through his nose. 

Now, back to bitching and whining about Jinx and their failed relationship. 

He’d been ready to spend his life with her, and had made sure from every angle that she was on the same page. And then he’d proposed, in a lowkey fashion he knew she’d appreciate: the flair and pizzazz and overall spectacle could be saved for their wedding.

And Jinx had reassured him over and over that there would be a wedding. She loved him, and wanted him: only him, always him. So what went wrong? Everything was set according to plan. A lovely dinner, making her feel special and desired and loved, a casual ease about their dance at that restaurant, and then he was on one knee with a ring he’d spent half his savings on. And for the first time since their childhood, Jinx made it crystal clear she didn’t want him.

Stock still and growing more fearful as the seconds ticked on, Ekko knelt there, large smile and love all over his countenance… and then she bolted. They weren’t even in a public area of the restaurant so she wasn’t peer-pressured to accept. She just ran. And he didn’t do what so many guys do in movies— stay there like a moron while the love of their life runs off— no, Ekko was bolting after her, if only to apologize and tell her she could think about it.

As he gave chase he ran damage control of all the reasons she could have refused, and none made sense. They weren’t young lovers, they were 26 and out of college! A year into their respective careers, already living together and bonded to each other since high school. Even earlier but they were forced apart against their will. No, Jinx just decided she didn’t want him, apparently. 

But Ekko wouldn’t take that lying down. She’d been a part of his life since he understood what “life” even meant. He deserved an explanation, he deserved to be looked in the face and told what changed, what he did wrong or at least why she wasn’t ready; at the very least be told that she wasn’t ready. 

Instead, there was none of that. When Ekko finally caught up to her and tried to get her attention— not by touch and not by blocking her exit— she just whipped around and told him to leave her alone. He took a step forward, hand outstretched to her, mumbling platitudes and swallowing his more extreme emotions, and she suddenly looked like a cornered animal. She slapped him, and ran off. 

And this time he let her go. Heartbroken, what he thought was the perfect ring now taunting him from the box he’d crafted himself, carved with their combined symbols and initials. 

A week of unanswered calls and text messages left on “sent” had Vi arriving at his front door asking for Jinx’s stuff. Ekko, of course, obliged and even helped her pack. She didn’t have an answer for his questions: either not able to answer or not wanting to hurt him more. After they loaded Jinx’s belongings into Vi’s minivan, she pulled him into a crushing hug and mumbled an apology.

And then a bag was pressed into his hand, and Vi looked like she was going to cry. In the bag? Would you fucking believe: the choker he’d made Jinx in their college days. The hourglass medallion with a hastily-scratched line completing the symbol: a decision she’d made herself, hoping that would stop his constant nagging and inquiries. And it had. Fuck him but it had . It was right before he’d decided to propose— the reason he’d decided to propose— for fuck’s sake.

Ekko stared at Vi in shock, holding the choker out to her in lieu of speaking. And all his older sister could do was shrug, sniff wetly, and nod. 

“I can’t take this, Vi,” Past-Ekko had choked out, and Janna’s tits is that really how pathetic he’d sounded? Present-Ekko ordered another Manhattan just to suppress that memory alone, “it’s not mine.”

But he did take it. He took it, and he’d kept it ever since, locked away in a secret compartment of his desk beside the ring. The first thing he’d done after that meeting with Vi (which was also the last meeting with Vi, though no one told him that) was change the locks on his apartment door. If Jinx wanted to be out of his life, fine. He’d keep her out. And so he did. Deleted her contacts, blocked her number and then blocked her on every other social media account she’d signed up him up for.

Which proved too tempting to undo, so he instead deactivated his accounts and deleted the apps. He’d made the decision that it was time to move on from Jinx and focus on his own life. He wasn’t going to sit around and cry. So he called Scar, asked for a spot at his construction company, and on top of pursuing his career did back-breaking labor to get over his heartache.

…it didn’t work. Fuck him , but it didn’t work. Weeks became months and she was everywhere he looked. Pursuing her dreams, like she could have done with him if she’d let him. He’d promised to follow her anywhere if she’d give him the chance. 

Ekko was forced into the present moment as he felt someone shifting into the seat beside him. A quick glance up and down the bar revealed multiple seats and stools empty, yet whoever this was (he refused to look at them) had plopped down right next to him.

Ekko sighed and took this last Manhattan a little slower, nursing it to his chest. The person was likely drunk and just needed a moment to rest. Until he heard a familiar raspy voice and saw a familiar pale hand with familiarly-painted nails extend outward to catch the bartender’s attention. 

‘Don’t react, Ekko. Don’t react. Don’t react. She wants to get a rise out of you. Don’t ,’ and with a casual outtake of breath he finished the rest of his Manhattan. When the bartender took the woman’s order, Ekko rapped his knuckles on the counter and signaled he was ready to close his tab. Ekko felt the woman stir beside him, but for now she said nothing. 

At least they could pretend this whole thing never happened. An accident, that’s what it was. She could have been coerced to come here, maybe, by her new piece of arm candy. Ekko didn’t care, not really. He just needed out . 

Tab closed, Ekko pushed himself off the stool and took one step before she finally spoke, “Where’re you goin’, stranger?” 

And Ekko closed his eyes for a moment, facing away from her. His mouth pressed into a firm line and he took a sharp breath. Swallowing down his emotions after all this time had become second nature, and when he faced the woman his impassive mask was secured, not even his eyes betraying his true emotions.

Sitting on the stool was Jinx, his ex. His tormentor, a wraith he couldn’t exorcise or chase off. While he pointedly kept his eyes from roaming her figure, he was aware of the outfit she’d chosen for tonight: a black dress laced up on the sides showing skin, a black jacket and her usual combat boots.

“That’s what we are, huh?” Ekko sighed, adopting a disinterested tone, “Yeah, I’d buy that. I don’t interact with strangers at bars if I can help it, though. Good night, stranger .”

Ekko spun on his heel, wholly against the idea of entertaining whatever bullshit she was about to throw at him tonight. He made it another step, heard some kind of noise from the woman who’d shattered his heart, and the sound of a quick cough. 

“Ekko, wait!” And he'd be a damn liar if he said the panicked quality in her voice didn’t give him pause. Frozen, again, at two simple words. If he were a stronger man, with greater conviction and self-respect, he’d keep walking and leave her behind. As it was, it took him a second to react in any discernible way. Working a muscle in his jaw, starting to sway gently as the alcohol worked him over, Ekko made what was likely the biggest mistake of his life ( so far ) and turned back around.

He told himself the sigh that crossed the distance between them was Jinx getting her emotions under control.

“What, Jinx?” Ekko couldn’t keep the exasperation out of his voice. The utter exhaustion that came with dealing with the bluenette’s shit, “What do you want now?”

He watched hurt, confusion, anger and regret flash across her face before she donned a mask of her own. A simple shrug was sent his way, and she reached to her side to finger her glass.

“Can’t a girl chat up an old friend?” He didn’t miss the hesitance in the question, the quiet uncertainty. He didn’t know why it made his blood boil even more.

“Emphasis on ‘old,’ Jinx ,” Ekko spat the name like it was a curse, tongue dripping with venom as a familiar heat rose into his chest. He’d promised himself he wouldn’t let her get to him, promised himself he wouldn’t react, yet here he was reacting like an idiot.

“I—”

Ekko wasn’t sure what she wanted to say but he wasn’t about to let her say it. Not when he was so pissed off, “And what do we even have to talk about? You aren’t… Jinx, I’m tired of this. You can’t keep doing this to me ( she can until you stop her ). You can’t show up unannounced, unwanted and uninvited. 

You’re stalking me, you’ve been stalking me. And we never talk about anything! You haven’t told me why you ran off that night, why you cut me out, why you moved on ( do you really want to know? )!”

Ekko wasn’t sure when he’d walked toward her, or when he’d gotten in her face. He wasn’t sure when they’d ended up just a few feet from each other, his blood burning hot and a finger pointed accusingly at her face. The alcohol was beginning to affect him and he needed to leave , now, before he did something he’d regret. 

But his heart wouldn’t let him leave. All it would take would be a few strong words and he was sure Jinx would leave— would get the message and leave him alone for good. But he couldn’t summon the words. For they were things he swore he’d never say, and if he started a tirade now he’d say them and then some. 

They’d been estranged for six months but that’s not nearly enough time to fully move on from every insecurity and doubt. And he knew what threads to tug at to completely unravel her. But he could never make himself do that, even if she’d killed everyone he ever knew and had a gun pointed to his chest ( extreme example but you get the point ). He would never hurt her like that. Like she’d been hurting him for six months.

“You haven't—” Ekko cursed under his breath, getting his voice under control “—you haven’t told me when I stopped being enough ( you already know ). Or when you fell out of love. You didn’t even tell me that you had .”

Ekko forced himself to look away from Jinx’s face, angling his head down to glare at the floor. The rest of the bar faded out of existence until only the two of them remained, completely under each other’s spell. Ekko dug his nails into his palms and forced himself to take deep breaths. He would NOT cry here, not now. Jinx wasn’t worth tears, he’d told himself that over and over and had finally started to believe it. The blue-haired woman’s voice was so quiet he almost didn’t hear her over the blood pounding in his ears. 

“Because I didn’t,” and that was the final straw. That was Ekko’s last bit of patience snapping like leather over flesh. It galvanized him forward, forcing his face just inches from Jinx’s. He watched her two-tone eyes fly wide open in surprise, and ignored every emotion he saw swirling in them. His painted hourglass was reflected back at him as her pupils dilated slightly, and he felt a snarl curling his lips.

“Don’t. Don’t fucking finish that sentence. This? This isn’t love , Jinx. What you’ve done to me these last six months isn’t love . You don’t get to claim that! As if you didn’t just leave ! Like you promised you never would! You looked me in the eyes and you promised , Jinx ( cross my heart and hope to die, spit right in a Piltie’s eye )!” Ekko cursed under his breath again, stepping away from her and away from the intoxicating aroma of her perfume.

‘Leave, like his parents did. Leave, like Ajuna did. Leave, like Benzo did. But you didn’t die. You left, and it killed me instead.’ 

“ DAMMIT Ekko, I love you! Okay? I love you! And I was fucking— a fucking asshole! I was so scared of hurting you, so scared of, of you leaving me that I— I left first. You’re right, I left,” Jinx shifted on her stool and grabbed at his jacket, holding him in place.

“I left you, and I stayed gone for too fucking long before I realized how stupid I was. I tried to talk to you at the bars before but…” his eyes narrowed dangerously and Jinx gulped, Ekko almost able to see the gears in her head turning to find the right words, “I mean I get it, I do— I’m not blaming you. I get not wanting to see me. But I tried to tell you before it got to this point. Ekko I never , never meant to hurt you like this. Things just kept snowballing and then you’d— rightfully!— blow me off and—”

Ekko blamed his next actions on the alcohol. He could sense Jinx was rambling now, and in the past there had been only one way to stop her. So he brought his hands to her face and yanked her toward him, pressing a firm kiss to her round lips.

Jinx squeaked in surprise and her eyes flew open, staring with shock as their lips mashed together. But she adapted very quickly, grabbing harder onto his jacket and pulling him ever closer. His tongue licked along her bottom lip, requesting entry, and Jinx couldn’t yield to him quickly enough. Her body melted into his and she hummed in contentment as his fingers dug into her waist.

Ekko’s fingers weren’t just at her waist, they were digging under the fabric of her dress, in between the laces that exposed her skin. As the pads of large fingers met her bare skin Jinx couldn’t help but gasp, and Ekko used that reaction to shove his tongue more roughly into her mouth, licking over molars and beating her tongue down into submission. 

The bluenette wasn’t one to just be pliant and submissive, not now that her man was making his desire so plain. When they pulled back for air she pounced and bit down onto his bottom lip, tugging it back into her mouth with passion and eventually breaking the skin. Blood trickled into her mouth and he cursed at her, eyes flashing with barely-restrained emotions. 

Jinx growled in disappointment when Ekko pulled further apart from her, fingers tugging insistently at his jacket to get him back onto her, wanting him in her, wanting him , him , him , but he just chuckled darkly and pecked her nose. Jinx blinked in confusion and stared as he kissed her nose again. 

“Patience, Baby Blue,” Ekko’s voice low, husked with something that sent warmth pooling in her chest and between her thighs. Her breath caught in her throat and she had to swallow roughly, nodding her head as her wide, two-tone eyes gazed in wonderment upon him, heaven-sent he was.

Ekko tugged her toward him, and her feet touched the ground as she was yanked off the bar stool. Ekko left some money to cover her tab and then was practically shoving her around the corner toward the bathrooms. She was shoved roughly through the door and Ekko angrily kicked it shut, reaching behind him to fumble with the lock. 

Jinx backed up until she hit the sink, and Ekko took a moment to gaze upon her. Flushed-pink skin in her face, swollen lips and mussed-up hair pupils blown wide and make-up smudging with tears. It was only now he realized she’d done it up in his favorite style: deep purple lipstick, rich blue eyeliner that glittered under the fluorescent light, and the obvious mascara. 

Ekko crossed the bathroom in quick strides, slamming his hands onto the sink on either side of her thighs. His face pressed close to hers, their breaths mingling as she squirmed in barely-restrained desire. 

Ekko’s blood was running hot and his lip was still bleeding from when she’d sunk her teeth into it, but all that mattered was how ravishing she looked. How much he wanted to completely ruin her. And how, from the way she was eyeing him, she wanted that too.

“Made yourself all pretty for me, Baby Blue?” Ekko husked as his tongue ran along the shell of her ear. Jinx gasped and could only nod, breath hitching at the touch. 

“Trying to seduce me, were you? Draw me back in after so many months?” Ekko nibbled on her lobe, and Jinx’s hands twitched with the desire to touch him. She could only nod again, and when Ekko brought his forehead against her forehead he saw tears in her eyes. 

Without hesitation he leaned forward and kissed the corners of her eyes, collecting some of the tears as they spilled free. One hand came to rest on her thigh, just below the hem of dress, and the other cupped her cheek, his thumb wiping away the tears his mouth failed to catch. She sighed and nuzzled into his touch, and did her best to pour as much happiness and love into her gaze as possible. 

“Ekko…” she murmured his name like a prayer, finally finding the confidence to bring her hands to his face, trailing up the skin to grab hard at his locs and yank him back to her lips, where he belonged. 

This, it seemed, was the right move, as Ekko groaned into her lips at the harsh treatment. Jinx was floored, and wiggled her hips a little to hopefully signal Ekko to get his fucking hand moving where she needed him. Because there was no wanting: she didn’t want him she fucking needed him. She’d been a damn idiot for months and it was time to make it right. She was a woman who had gone hungry, who was starving and dehydrated and Ekko? Ekko was everything she wanted for the rest of her life. 

Her man seemed to get the message, and he chuckled against her lips. The vibrations of which reverberated deliciously through her entire body. She shuddered as his broad fingers began their steady journey up her pale thigh toward her center, feeling herself jerk and twitch at his persistent— but featherlight— touches.

Just as the tips of his fingers brushed against her panties, he suddenly froze his moments and the hand she was nuzzling her cheek into shot right into her cobalt blue hair and tugged painfully at her roots. She gasped and winced but a new rush of heat flooded between her legs and her eyes sparkled and burned with desire.

“Stick your tongue out,” Ekko growled, and Jinx couldn’t comply fast enough. Ekko grabbed it with his fingers, leaving her thigh and making her whine. 

“Oh?” Ekko smirked at her, and her face flushed deeper, “You want something, Baby Blue?”

It was difficult to move her head with his hand in her hair but she managed, a low keen in the back of her throat. Ekko’s eyes flashed at the noise and Jinx shuddered again in anticipation. 

“Hmm? Sorry, didn’t get that,” Ekko loved toying with her, loved getting her excited and desperate for him, and she had never forgotten: his touch was etched into her skin, tempted she often was to tattoo the bruises he left behind into her flesh. 

“Yeth, Eh-ko,” she husked, and Ekko’s smirk spelled trouble for her. He dug the nail of his thumb into her tongue as he still had it captured, and Jinx shivered again. And then Ekko gathered saliva into his mouth and spat into her open mouth, releasing her tongue so she could swallow. 

It was something they’d discussed, months ago before she ran away from his proposal, and Jinx fell in love with him all over again at the fact he remembered.

Ekko took his mouth along her jaw, nibbling into her flesh while she moaned. And as he made a mess of her, finally did he draw closer, stepping between her spread legs. Jinx sighed in content, feeling her hair get yanked back by the roots and his teeth found her pulse point. First he left a chaste kiss, snapping his hips forward to get his hardness against her pussy through their clothing, and just as Jinx hitched her breath he bit into her pulse and sucked hard, leaving a full mark on her. 

Remember what she said last time about her Ekko being dreamy? Yeah, still true. And you fucking believe she still expects you to find your own.

“Nnnh, fuck Ekko,” Jinx whined, trying to hump against his dick, though it was awkward. She had no leverage, no choice to stay steady other than to wrap her legs around his waist. And Ekko, the bastard , chuckled at her again. And those vibrations felt like they traveled all through her veins and arteries, lighting fires like beacons down to her sopping cunt.

“What’s the matter, Baby Blue? You gotta use your words,” and Jinx growled at him, pulling her head back to glare daggers into his soul. She was met with another grin from Ekko, and his free hand traveled to her throat. His hand settled just above the hollow dip, where her choker used to reside, and on her next swallow he tightened his grip and it caught in her throat. Eyes wide and almost panting, his other hand finally left her hair and slapped against her panty-clad pussy.

Jinx almost screamed at the sudden pleasure, at the pain and the surprise, and those dark amber eyes flashed in an all-too-familiar fashion. A look of unfettered desire settled onto Ekko’s painted face and he released her throat to grab at her panties in both hands. 

“Hope you’re not attached to these, Baby Blue,” Ekko smirked and ripped the material from her figure, two thick fingers immediately toying with her clit. The noise that escaped Jinx’s lips was almost animalistic, lust-drunk and unbelievably turned on. Her hips jerked into his touch, moaning and crying out as white-hot pleasure exploded across her body as that little bundle of nerves was stimulated. 

Ekko was smiling that same smug smirk that always came when she was desperate for him, and she recognized in his eyes the moment he realized she didn’t deserve her release. She whined, high and needy, shaking her head minutely as she poured all her desire into her two-toned eyes. 

“No, no Ekko— d-don’t… nnnh— don’t you dare ,” she pleaded and then he was pulling his hand away. And suddenly, Jinx remembered she, too, had hands. And she’d been entirely too submissive for this exchange. One of her hands seized his wrist, digging into the flesh with her long nails, desire and anger and love and lust and desperation flashing in her eyes as she tugged him back to her sopping pussy. 

Again, this seemed to be the right call as Ekko released an inelegant grunt and she saw his own hips jerk at her assertiveness. She could feel him, the hardness pressing into her thigh, able to feel his heartbeat even through his pants. Her mouth was suddenly very dry and she knew— she knew that just a small taste of him would parch her sudden thirst. 

But Ekko seemed to notice, and like the perfect bastard asshole angel he was, she knew she’d have to work for the right to put her mouth on him. As it was she ground her hips into his hand, feeling his fingers split her folds but adamantly refuse to push inside. 

“Use your words , Baby Blue,” Ekko husked, voice several octaves lower than normal and she took a second to realize he’d moved. 

His lips were tickling her ear as he nibbled and nipped at the lobe and shell. Jinx shuddered and shivered, lost in the sudden desire and haze of pleasure. 

She took a second to register he’d even spoken, but a quick thumbing of her clit and a harder-than-necessary bite into the flesh behind her ear got her quite talkative.

“Ekko, Ekko, Ekko please put them inside please Ekko p-please,” Jinx was sobbing, tears spilling down her cheeks and stinging her eyes. She hadn’t needed anything in life as much as she needed him now. His acceptance, his desire, his love and his understanding. 

Her brain was empty of any thought that didn’t involve him, drawn to him like two stars crashing together as they got pulled into each other's orbit. And she was sure the little space nerd he was would get turned on just from that analogy alone but her brain was standby now and such a sentiment was beyond her capacity for speech.

Catching on to the sudden shift in their encounter, Ekko was quick to react. Two fingers roughly pushed inside. When in the past her neediness and crying during sex would soften her lover, this time it seemed to ignite a fire of his own. His hand returned to her throat and tightened around her, intent to leave the imprint of his hand behind while he slipped another finger inside, making her a total wreck for him. 

Jinx’s head lolled back listlessly, eyes rolling back into her head and mouth hanging open. Ekko yanked her close and spit into her mouth again, catching her swallow like before and making her squirm. Roughly, she was shoved back as a fourth finger entered her, and her resultant scream was cut off while his chokehold tightened and her lips were stolen into another kiss. 

Jinx would give him all the air she possessed so long as his fingers continued to make a mess of her, not as long as her own but certainly thicker and rougher, new calluses from working with Scar causing new sparks of pleasure as they caught into her walls. And then his fingers curled, attacking the spongy bundle of nerves while his thumb worked on her clit from the opposite side, and Jinx came completely undone. 

Her vision whited out and her conscious thought fled the building as waves of pleasure consumed her, violent and consuming and demanding. She shook violently in his hold, screams and cries smothered and forced back into her mouth.  Jinx released his wrist finally to hold him around the shoulders, pulling their chests together as she came down from her waves of pleasure, his fingers still working at her as her walls tightened and fluttered. 

Her face was burrowing into his shoulders as tears kept rolling down her cheeks, and as the buzzing in her head died down she slowly became aware of his gentle whispering, fingers slipping out of her and leaving her feeling empty. She didn’t see him sucking her fluids off his fingers, a fact she would later kick herself for when he no doubt teased her over it.

“ Good girl, Baby Blue. Such a good girl for me, beautiful girl, perfect girl. You did so well, sweetheart ,” over and over and over Ekko praised her while she began to hiccup, heart so full and body warm and legs shaking. They fell away from his waist as she let him sustain their combined weight, one hand coming to rub soothing circles into her back. Jinx smiled a watery smile, though he couldn’t see it, and luxuriated in his attention. The hand that had been at her throat was now tracing the lines of her cloud tattoos, as he was want to do, up and down her arm from shoulder to elbow. 

“ Ekko ,” she cooed, and received a ‘hmmm’ in response. Slowly, Jinx pulled her face away from his shoulder and stared up at him, searching the depths of his earthy brown eyes for the truth of his feelings. And she saw everything she’d ever wanted: love, chief of all. Desire. He desired her, he wanted her, even after she ripped out his heart and left him. 

“I love you,” she breathed, and was rewarded with the sight of tears filling his own eyes. Her hand came up to cup his cheek, and she pressed a kiss into it. When her lips connected with the corners of his eyes, his eyelids fluttered close and she fell in love with this beautiful, wonderful man as deeply as she had been from the start. 

She would never let him slip through her fingers again. She would fight, anyone and anything, to keep him in her life. She would fight her own demons for him, and she knew he’d be at her back as he’d always been, standing beside her. Desire and passion flooded into her again and, without missing a beat, her wonderful Ekko picked up on her subtle shift. 

“Already, sweetheart?” And Jinx flushed a deep crimson as she nodded, suddenly a bit shy. Ekko chuckled lowly, kissing her hard but not for long.

Her hands settled on his shoulders and he tugged his pants down, his dick flopping out of its cage and slapping into her pale thigh. Jinx gasped at the sight, her pale hand shooting down immediately to grasp it. Ekko jerked and cursed. 

“F-fuck, Baby Blue your hands! So fucking cold,” and Jinx giggled. She could never forget how much her man enjoyed temperature play. She had shit-ass circulation and was always running cold, while he was a verifiable furnace and produced enough heat for the both of them. 

Her pussy clenched around nothing as she felt the beat of his heart through his dick, using her thumb to swipe across the tip in just the way she knew he liked, delighting at the groan that escaped his lips. 

“Mmmm, still so big , Little Man,” Jinx cooed, sickeningly sweet as she sing-songed. Ekko’s breath hitched and his hips stutter , stuttered . His cock was sent schlicking through her hands and the tip brushed into her thigh, smearing precum against her pale skin. Jinx felt dizzy and her head was stuffed full of cotton at the sensation, pulling her head back to stare at him with the dopiest fucking grin he’d ever seen in his life. Almost like she was getting high off of their musk.

“ P-Pow ,” and time stopped for Jinx. Her eyes shot wide and her hand stilled its motion, forgetting to breathe as she surveyed his face. He wasn’t looking at her yet, entranced by the cold hand on his cock, but her sudden shift brought a questioning gaze to his face as their eyes met. And just like when he’d made her cum, she felt a lurch in her heart that tugged her toward the man. 

Ekko met her halfway in a kiss, confusion and arousal bouncing around in his head but superseded by his need to comfort and reassure. Boy Savior as ever, saving her from her own emotions. Their tongues danced in a dizzying fashion as Ekko again stole her breath, hoarding it all for himself like a dragon hoards treasure; she, his prizest of possessions. 

“Call me that again, Ekko,” Jinx demanded suddenly, fire in her eyes and heat in her core as her nails dug into the back of his neck. 

“Call me that as you ram that dick inside me. Call me Pow as you make me yours, put your mark on me and fuck me so hard I forget my own name—” 

Ekko’s resultant growl seared itself into her memory, as he tugged her off the sink and spun her around, bending her over and hiking up her dress. Her heart-shaped ass exposed to him, Ekko’s hand came down in what was not quite a slap but certainly knew the guy, and Jinx felt a thrill in her cunt at the delicious sting. Another time his hand came down, much closer to a proper slap, while his other hand just kneaded into her ass flesh. Jinx could never forget her lover’s infatuation with her ass, wiggling it back and forth to entice him. His cock slaps down between her ass cheeks, and he grinds against her idly as she delivers another round of slaps and squeezing. 

Jinx is completely lost in the pleasure, you see, so you’ll have to excuse her for her shoddy recollection of what happens next. His tip catches on the rim of her ass and Jinx has a moment of absolute terror and delicious pleasure at the idea Ekko might want to try something new. They’d talked about it, of course, but never made a concrete plan. Never tried it, not even his fingers had been there. Just her toys, on occasion. Jinx was ready for anything he wanted, until suddenly his heat and weight retreated from her and she whined. 

“Ekk ooooooo ,” she chased his retreating cock with her ass, shoving hard against Ekko’s hips, but he just chuckled at her and she saw in the mirror as he shook his head. 

“It’s my turn for a treat, Pow,” Ekko smirked, and Jinx gulped as she watched in real-time how her face flushed. 

Ekko had always admired her ass, if his earlier treatment was any indication. She knew there were three things Ekko loved most about her: her tooth-gap (for some reason), her waist, and her ass. Maybe somewhere in there is the boring shit like “her personality” or “her smile” or some other stupid shit but that’s fucking boring and Jinx can’t remember a single time he bit so hard into her “personality” she thought she’d need stitches. So there.

And Ekko apparently decided enough time had been wasted. He laid down on the floor, apparently trusting The Last Drop to actually clean it, and his face just looked so inviting that Jinx couldn’t resist. She wasted very little time sitting on him, delighting how his tongue immediately set to work on her.

The heady scent of Jinx’s arousal assaulted Ekko’s senses immediately. He touched her thighs reverently, carefully, as if afraid this moment was a simple fever dream and Jinx would disappear. And the woman in question decided that simply wouldn’t do, so she forced her hips down against his face and shifted them around on his tongue as she got comfortable. 

“Ffffff….FUCK Ek-ko ffuck,” Jinx babbled, pressing herself down hard against Ekko’s face, bending forward almost on instinct to play with his hard dick as it stood erect like a ramrod. And soon that rod would be ramming away inside her. Ekko seemed to appreciate the rush of heat that flooded her at the thought.

Jinx spread her legs further apart to sink lower against Ekko’s willing face, his hands caressing her pale thighs and up to her hips, a lazy journey that was as grounding as it was intoxicating. Really, Jinx would gladly be touched by him however he wanted. With Ekko, every sensation was heightened. Their time together was made special, for reasons that still eluded Jinx and would for years.

As she was brought to see the face of god with Ekko’s relentless lapping and nipping at her outer folds, Jinx could only ruminate that perhaps it was because they were so close, emotionally. She’d never loved someone like Ekko, never felt as connected to another person. On their first night together she had known there would never be another person in her life who could make her feel this way, had known she was ruined for anyone else, and she still threw it all away and then punished herself for months.

You’ll have to excuse Jinx again, you see Ekko just bit down hard on her clit and was grinding his teeth against it, and Jinx shot her head back so hard she bit her tongue and drew blood. Her vision whited out as her eyes crossed, hips jerking wildly all over his face, feeling his nose bump continuously into the rim of her ass. She was close, but just as he was climbing the peak Ekko, the bastard asshole supervillain that he could be, eased his ministrations and instead just went back to lapping at her outer walls, not providing nearly enough pressure to send her over the edge. 

“ EKKO! ” Jinx exclaimed, speaking around the blood starting to pool in her throat, “ WHYYYYYY? ”

And Ekko just chuckled at her, bringing a hand up and slapping her ass, harder than at any point so far. Jinx quickly fell into a compliant stupor of whimpers and whines after that, grinding her hips even as he held her steady.

…or did she? For you see, the narrator this time is on Jinx’s side, and they just fooled you. No, while Jinx pretended to be pliant and submissive, she was anything but. Her feet wiggled under Ekko’s head and gently lifted him up so he could have a better angle at her pussy, and then dropped her entire weight onto him, effectively trapping him. 

The groan he let out, the low growl, set her walls fluttering and clenching with desire and need. His hands clenched on her thighs harder, sure to leave bruises, and Jinx decided she’d add a few more clouds to the places they left the darkest marks.

Clearly pleased by her initiative and assertiveness, Ekko used his teeth on her a lot more as his nose continued pressing insistently on her rim. And Jinx found herself delighting in that sensation, that gentle pressure that whispered at something more. She needed to find their old intimacy questionnaire and mark “yes” on that specific box. With Ekko, she’d try anything once.

“Nnnnh, E-heh-koooo, u-use… y-your teeth , p-pleasssssse?” Jinx had learned her lesson, she had. Using her words to tell him what she wanted, just like he’d taught her. She was riding Ekko’s face on the floor of her dead foster father’s former bar and she was desperate and begging for her man. It was perfect it was everything it was heaven it was so embarrassing she wanted more, more, more.

Ekko’s teeth found her clit again, teasing the nub between his chompers and the full-body shudder that followed had Jinx collapsing onto him, clutching desperately onto her sanity. She forgave him for all the teasing and the edging as he finally indulged her, finally gave her the release she wanted, finally rewarded her for being so good and so dutiful—

He eased up the pressure again just to draw out her release and deny her the pleasure she had earned. She’d earned it! She had she knew she had and Ekko was just being mean and it was (perfect so perfect she loved it and he knew she loved it) such a bastard thing to do to her.

“Eh-ko— Eeeehhh-kooooooo— EK-KOOO fffffffffffffff-nnnnuuhh,” and the idiot asshole bastard chuckled at her! Six months hadn’t been enough time to forget about Ekko’s mean streak but she hadn’t truly considered it would rear its head so often in this encounter. 

Ekko fought to keep from smirking, as such a twitch of his lips would separate him from Jinx’s pussy and that was just untenable. He shoved his face into her,  could picture it now, as his vision dotted with black spots and he began to feel fuzzy and his heart beat faster, ever-faster: 'Here lies Ekko Wyeth Carmichael, who lived as he died: face-first in his girlfriend's pussy as his nose bumped into the rim of her ass.’

It was a damn good way to die, all told. Jinx didn't seem to agree, as her hips lifted away from his face, but a spark of blood-curdling terror shot through him at the thought of her pussy separating from his lips, and his large hands finally found something useful to do for the first time in his life as he tugged her back into him, so hard he actually broke his nose as her ass came back to its rightful place against his face, and went back to work worshipping at her altar.

Jinx looked down at Ekko's face as she came down from her orgasm, blood pooling under his nose. She smirked, leaning down to kiss her man and lick his face clean. 

His blood, her fluids, combining to create quite an exquisite feast. She might need him to bleed more often after this, and the thought sent a little thrill to her that tingled in her overstimulated pussy. 

"Ready to fill me up, Best Boy ?" Jinx cooed, swiping her finger into the dripping blood and smearing it over her folds. Ekko's eyes darkened at the display, swallowing thickly. Now that she had his attention once more, she repeated the motion, before sucking the blood into her mouth at last. 

And Ekko was no longer content just laying there, no, something primal had been awoken and his grip left bruises on her wrist as he practically leapt to his feet. Jinx was grabbed by his other hand around the waist, and he shoved her backward against the wall. 

The pain shot through her shoulders and went straight to her core, already overstimulated and puffy but so, so desperate for him. And with the dark look in his eyes she knew she was in for it. Her hand, almost on instinct, wrapped around his cock again, now looking painfully erect after being neglected for so long. He jolted as her ice-cold fingers wrapped around his length, that same schlicking from the last time she grabbed him, and it was Jinx’s turn to chuckle. 

“I want it, Ekko. Ruin me, please. Make me a mess for you, make me yours. Punish me, I’ve been so bad and mean for so long,” and they were off to the races with that. The insertion was quick, without ceremony, and his thrusts were punishing. Jinx could only smile as she took it all. Like the good girl he often said she was. One leg was tugged around his waist while she stood on her tiptoes with the other, crying out as he thrusted painfully at odd angles.

Her hands clawed desperately at his shoulders, shoving his jacket off his shoulders and onto the floor. And then she ripped and tore at his shirt, popping off the buttons, all while he growled against her flushed neck and left another trail of nibbles and kisses up her jaw.

Her long nails left scratches in his skin as she practically ripped the shirt to shreds, desperate to get it off , to see him exposed before her, to see his muscles rippling as his fat cock pummeled her tight pussy, stretching her wide and forcing her to accommodate his size. Her toys could never compare, even the ones she’d had specifically modeled after his equipment. 

Her back was slammed into the wall again, her head forced into an odd tilt as his teeth sank deeper into the flesh of her neck, deep enough to draw blood. 

Her Ekko, her wonderful Ekko, perfectly capable of giving the treatment she deserved, of matching her needs and her desires and showing her ones she never would have considered. Again her vision blurs as he claims her, as he respects her wishes and lays waste to her, breaking her apart at the seams and building her up in his own image, needy and desperate for him , him , him. 

Suddenly he rips away from her neck and she swears— she swears — he pulled a chunk of skin away with the action. His hand around her throat jerks up to force her chin back, her head slamming into the wall as she was forced to look into his eyes. 

Unfettered desire and desperate hunger await her, unquenchable lust that has her close to an orgasm just from *looking* at him. His thrusts have paused for the moment, her leg trembling around him and threatening to fall away. With a growl he kisses her fiercely, biting at her lips and drawing more blood as he breaks the skin and gets them all swollen. Jinx can only endure the new treatment, giving her breath away to the man who already had everything else. 

His large hand squeezes against her throat, truly and rightfully choking her out, vision going fuzzy and delicious euphoria warming her all over. Jinx, in this moment, is faced with the very real desire for him to actually choke her out. To have her last thought— her last memory, her last gasp— revolve around the man in front of her, inside her, all over her. She was ready, if he desired it of her, to give him her life like she’d given him everything else. 

Ekko pulled his head away, tugging her bottom lip hard until she felt he might rip it off her, and then rested his forehead against hers as their noses brushed. His hand on her throat was insistent, crushing away any attempt she made to breathe.

If this was the ultimate price for the hurt and pain she’d caused him, she was ready. She never once looked away from his face, never pulled herself away from his deep brown eyes, making her thoughts as clear and easy to decipher as possible. Even as she resolved to give everything to him, she was never one to go quietly. 

Her nails made desperate attempts to claw him, to mark him, to make him remember her. And he let out a frustrated grunt, releasing her throat at last and Jinx took fully-body shuddering gasps to flood her brain with delicious oxygen. His lips kissed all over her face as he tugged hard on her braids, tying one all around her wrists— tying it tight so any movement forced her roots to sting.

“Should declaw you, Baby Blue,” Ekko’s voice was raspy and low, gravelly and laced with desire. He sounded like he hadn’t had water in a decade, had smoked a dozen packs of cigarettes, and it had her clenching all around him. Jinx opened her mouth to answer, to taunt back or tease, but he grabbed her chin in his large hand, large enough she knew it could cover her entire face and then some, and his eyes burned with sudden desirous fire.

“I didn’t say you could speak.”

And Jinx nearly came right then and there, without him even needing to thrust again. She could only stare at him, eyes shining with unshed tears, and did her best to nod while her braids tugged deliciously at her scalp. Then Ekko was seizing the other braid, wrapping it around her forearm and then around her own head, forcing it into her mouth as an impromptu gag. Her pupils were blown wide at the action, consumed with desire to touch him, to thank him for this treatment, but oh her Ekko could be so dreamy when he got assertive. He wouldn’t let her do anything other than balance on one leg, taking his hand that used to be on her throat and instead grabbing hard at her thigh to keep her in place around his waist. 

His other hand came to tweak and twist and palm at her breast through her dress, an article of clothing she’d honestly forgotten she was still wearing. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her nipples felt like they should be cutting through the silk, but it held for now.

One braid tying her hands, another wrapped around her head to gag her, both getting pulled every time she moved. Jinx moaned desperately through her gag, trying to jerk her hips forward to take more of him. And just like that, his hand left her breast to latch onto her hip, eyes glinting with a hunger most primal. 

“So squirmy, Baby Blue. You that desperate for me?”

Jinx nodded feverishly, teary-eyed as the movement caused her roots to pull and sting, trying to pour as much desperate honesty into her eyes as possible. She needed him, she was starving for him, she was a woman lost in the desert for days and Ekko was her oasis. 

“What’s that? I don’t think I understood, sweetheart…” Ekko leaned in to nibble on her ear again, and Jinx tried to rock her hips forward to get his dick moving inside her again but his firm hand held her in place. As he pushed more of his weight onto her, squishing her into the wall, Jinx revelled in just how small she felt in his arms. Only a few inches shorter but like this, she felt tiny. She felt like a toy, to be used for his enjoyment. 

And he really seemed to be enjoying her, if his cock suddenly twitching at one of her needy moans was anything to go by. He chuckled, thoroughly amused, smug smirk firmly in place as, without warning, he snapped his hips forward. With all the mechanical precision of a key fitting into a lock, Ekko’s cock speared into every pleasure point in Jinx’s pussy and she nearly came from that single act alone. 

Ekko had gotten her so desperate for him, so stimulated and so needy that even the act of pulling back to just the tip had her whimpering and hiccuping. The tears began flowing as he angled his hips to pummel her g-spot, chasing her pleasure and ensuring every time she gasped he hit the same spot over and over again. Manhandling her hip, sending it either slamming against the wall or jamming up to meet his pelvic bone. She was truly little more than a doll, crying around her gag. At a certain point Ekko took her bound wrists and tugged them over his head, her braids pulling deliciously and she feared he might actually rip out her hair. The pain, the imagery, the fat cock spearing her folds proved too much and Jinx’s next orgasm was so strong her legs turned to jelly. 

Tears were streaming down her face now, so happy and so whole and so full, so in love and so fulfilled and so needy for more, more more MORE and she tried to moan that through her gag, tried to beg him not to stop, to never stop, to keep fucking her through her orgasm even as she sobbed and hiccuped and moaned and even as her entire body felt like it was on fire she never wanted him to stop, tried to jerk her hips forward again to get him off, tried to, wanted to, needed to—

“Fuck, Pow, fuck… fuck— Baby Blue, look at me, sweetheart. Look at me,” Ekko pulled his chest back so she could gaze downward, gaze downward as his cock slammed into her with a powerful snap of his hips. She saw it bulging, saw it pushing out her abdomen— saw it and loved it and then Ekko was pushing his hand down on it , feeling his cockhead spearing into her pussy with his hand on the other side and meeting the tip with his palm. Jinx’s eyes rolled back into her head as she screamed around her hair gag but Ekko was demanding, grasping her jaw hard enough to bruise and forcing her to look back down. 

“Did I say you could look away? Keep watching, Baby Blue, look how well you take me. How good you are to me, how pretty. How perfect. S’like we’re melded together hm?” Jinx knew he expected a response so she did her best to nod against her hair pulling, and was rewarded when Ekko brought their lips together and forced his tongue into her mouth. It was true, it was true and Jinx knew it was true. She lost track of where she ended and Ekko began.

And then he was cumming. Filling her up, without any kind of warning. He was spurting rope after rope deep inside her and Jinx’s legs finally gave out, crumpling against him like a ragdoll as another orgasm tore into her. And they set each other off, prolonged each other's orgasms as she clenched and he jerked and thrusted. Ekko was moaning into her ear, calling her a good girl and praising her for taking him so well, and Jinx basked in the warmth even as she felt a scream getting caught in her hair gag. 

And then she was sobbing, her jaw starting to ache and her hands going a bit numb. She slumped against him while he came down from his high and her leg slipped from around his waist, half-hard cock angled just right to make her wince as it poked angrily and uncomfortably. But Ekko didn’t pull out, and Jinx was never one to ask for that anyway.

It took them a moment to collect themselves. Jinx was still entirely at his mercy and Ekko seemed too lost in the fluttering heat and wetness of her inner walls to pull out just yet. And then with another kiss to her forehead, Ekko was undoing the braid restraints around her wrists— only partially, enough to get blood flow but not enough to let her do much else, and then removed the gag. 

“ Ekko I love you. I love you Ekko I love you so much ,” Jinx sobbed, choking on the words and her tears and getting snot all over his shoulder. She clutched at him desperately even though she could only hold his head, arms still draped behind his neck. She babbled and rambled like she wanted to make up for all the time she’d spent gagged, as if once she stopped he would suddenly lose interest.

Her sudden shift earned her soothing strokes up her sides and back as Ekko cradled her, held her like she was something precious. And she did feel precious, she did feel like some kind of treasure worthy of hiding away. She felt desired and wanted— she had confirmed for herself that they were still in love and that truly, no one in the entire world could match what she had with Ekko. 

And even after breaking his heart, even after leaving him standing there in the cold after a proposal, he was willing to give her a chance. To let her in, to love her as if he’d never stopped. Because she could tell now, he really did never stop. Neither of them did. And Ekko was kissing the crown of her head soon enough.

“I know Baby Blue, I know. It’s okay, sweetheart. I know.” Ekko gently rocked her, kissing her forehead and the top of her head multiple times while she sobbed into his chest. 

Eventually he slipped out of her, and she whined at the emptiness but Ekko quickly shushed her with a gentle kiss. Usually, aftercare was more for Ekko’s sake than her own, though she would never dream of telling him that. But usually doesn’t account for going six months without, and Jinx basked in the attention he deemed her worthy of. Ekko fully undid the braid restraints around her wrists and the first thing she did was cup his face and kiss him passionately, tracing the outline of his jaw with her fingers.

“I got you, Pow. You know I got you, huh?” Ekko whispered against her lips, and Jinx nodded, drowning herself in the deep warm browns of his irises.

They shared many more kisses as Ekko began wetting some paper towels, moving her to the toilet seat. He quickly draped dry paper towels over it and gently sat her down, apologizing when she winced in pain from the many stinging spanks he’d marred her ass flesh with. It was a delightful stinging, and a few quick pecks to his lips got him to stop attempting apologies.

Then, the wet paper towels were brought to her thighs, when suddenly Jinx put a hand on his shoulder, something dark and playful swimming in her eyes. A Cheshire grin spread across her features and she husked: 

“Won’t you please lick me all clean, lover-boy?” And how the fuck could he say no to that ? He was all too eager to oblige, running his tongue along the pale expanse of her thighs and delighting in the taste of her sweat mixed with their shared ejaculate. Previously, they had both had something of a minor (read: major ) obsession with each other’s bodies, and Jinx delighted in knowing that was still the case.

There was something reverential, something worshipful as Ekko lapped up their mess, as he lingered on a scar or a bruise he’d left, how he’d kiss gently while his hands continued their smoothing motions up and down her sides.

When his tongue approached her outer lips, Jinx suddenly grabbed his locs and jerked his head up to look at her, dark fire in her half-lidded eyes, “Leave what’s inside, Little Man . I want to feel it dripping down my thighs as you carry me home.”

And she tugged at his white locs for emphasis before releasing him. To display his obedience, Ekko smiled up at her and pressed a gentle kiss to the bite mark he’d left on her inner thigh.

“I love you, Jinx,” he whispered against her skin, and then she was crying again, fingers scrambling desperately at his shoulders, reaching out for him, begging for him to come closer. And Ekko, of course, reacted immediately, surging forward to wrap his arms around her waist and press his lips passionately against hers, right there as she sat limply on a toilet in The Last Drop. 

“Ekko?” 

“Hmmm?”

“Do you still… have the choker?”

“...of course, Baby Blue. It was— is yours, after all.”

And Jinx cried, again. She wept openly, holding Ekko around the shoulders, one hand going to his nose to help him pinch it and stop the bleeding. She held a paper towel to it,  kissing into the top of his head. Wrapped up in the arms of the beautiful man who somehow chose her over anyone else in the city. The man who made her feel like she could accomplish anything.

A decision made, a scratched line completing a shape. The position became hard for him to hold, so he sank to his knees and rested his head just below her breasts, on her stomach. She managed to keep his nose pinched as he shifted, though it was a stretch to do so. 

“Ekko?”

“Hmm?”

“...can we go on a soda date tomorrow?”

Ekko huffed a laugh, amusement and fondness seeping into his tone in equal measure. He kissed her stomach before gently tugging her dress back down to just above her knees, smoothing over the fabric before resting his head against it.

“Sure, Pow. We'll track down some pineapple soda for you. An apology for fucking your brains out.”

“...maybe after you can fuck them back in .”

Ekko snorted, loud and proud, and then they were both laughing. Jinx had never felt so happy, so whole.