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She stands amongst bodies and wreckage like the eye of the storm—Janna’s chosen one gone wild as the unpredictable wind, cackling and luring him in with a flex of her hand at her side.

Ekko had meant for this night to be a different kind of fun. Rarely did he roam the Pleasure District at all, but even the Firelight leader sometimes needed to unwind, and how else but through drinking and dancing the night away for once?

He’d reviewed every damn detail—from the least bothersome day to leave the base without a leader to the safest itinerary and time-frame—he’d calculated everything but this; Jinx.

At first, it had been fine. Ekko had pretended not to see her and she had done the same. But then the guy he’d been chatting up never came back from the bar with the promised drinks, and it seemed the same fate was reserved to anyone who so much as dared breathe near him.

He’d told himself he was thinking too deep into it. This was a bar. People got drunk and distracted or sleepy all the time. Some of them might have even gotten into a fight or went out for some air and chose not to come back.

But then something had brushed past him, something soft and thick as braided silk. A blur of blue caught in his peripheral as he turned, and disappeared into the throng of people.

Jinx?

Surely he had imagined it. Why would she, of all people, even come near him if not to hurt him these days?

So he’d done his best to ignore it, to ignore her. And it seemed Jinx had not taken lightly to it.

As the night unfolded, he found himself glued to the bar for longer stretches of time, too tired to keep dancing but too antsy to leave now. Which is exactly when things had taken a turn for the worst.

When Jinx did not brush past him and disappear just as quickly, he would hear her laugh obnoxiously loud at someone’s joke and quip back sallacious remarks that burned his ears for reasons that somehow eluded him.

He should’ve known she was toying with him, really. After all, he knows her better than anyone else. Well, used to.

But when she came to sit right next to him with her current date, plopping himself on the man’s lap with her back pressed to the bar and giggling as he placed his hands on her ass; could Ekko really be blamed for shooting a snarky remark at the pathetic, raunchy display they were putting on right next to him?

“Ever heard of getting a room before?” He’d quipped, dipping his lips onto the rim of his glass.

Jinx had snorted, turning her head his way while brushing the back of the man’s hair, who was already mouthing at her neck. “Why, you jealous, little man?”

“Nah, I just think you could spare the poor guy some privacy when he figures out you’ve got teeth down there and screams,” he’d deadpanned, and the man’s head had perked up.

“You serious, man?”

Jinx had gasped then slapped him and hopped on the bar before kicking her date off the stool, and in turn the man had bumped and tripped a few people, kickstarting a fight Ekko had really not planned tonight.

And as with most fights, it ended with them in a face-off, where he stands now. Most people had fled the bar, some were huddled in corners and watching intently, making bets and jokes about the whole ordeal.

But Ekko?

Well, he’d had enough of her and her antics by now. She could sabotage his operations and wreak havoc in Zaun all she wanted when they were on the job, but now she had managed to ruin his first real outing in over a year.

And that?

Well, even a firelight would not let that fly, now would it?

“What’s the matter, pretty boy?” She cocks her head to the side, challenging him. “Did my little display ruffle some feathers?”

He scoffs. “No, I just think you could be a little more considerate of what you do in public. It’s low, Jinx. Even for someone like you.”

A mischievous grin stretches across her face. “You calling me a whore, Ekko?”

He balks, reeling back a little. “I—What—No!”

“You know, I don’t think you care about my virtue or what’s socially acceptable at all,” she observes, prowling towards him while he remains frozen. “Come to think of it, maybe what you really have an issue with is me having my fun while you remain desperately sexually frustrated because I won’t give it to you again.”

She’s too close for comfort now, her hand on his chest the only distance between them. “That’s not—”

“Is it not?” She snickers, then leans into his ear, her hand sliding up his chest to grasp his jaw. “Because if I’m not mistaken, little man is so fucking hard right now.”

“I—I—This means nothing. You don’t know shit.”

She leans back, a lilt in her voice as she echoes, “Do I?”

“It’s just—It’s adrenaline. Not that I expect an idiot like you to understand that.”

“Oh, is it now? Well,” she leans in again, whispering low and sultry, “If it matters so little, then maybe I should tell everyone here. Just to check if it ever happened to them too, you know?” She leans back, giving him innocent, doe eyes. “For science, of course.”

He clenches his fists, jaw tense. “Don’t you fucking d—-”

She shoves him. “Or what, Ekko? Are you gonna fight me?” She smirks, licking her lips. “Because clearly, that turns you on too. Not the first time, either.”

He’s heaving now, burning inside. “One night, Jinx. All I wanted was one night without your bullshit getting in the way—”

“My bullshit, uh? Well, last I checked, Ekko, I’m not the one who got pissy because he got blueballed like the tiny-dicked cuck he is.”

He scoffs. “Tiny?”

She knows it isn't. She remembers…right?

“Yep, tiny,” she pops her perfect, plush lips. “Maybe you were average then, but what about now; as a grown man? Because only a guy with a small one would get pissy instead of actually doing something and taking what he wants.”

Something that’d been simmering inside him reaches a boiling point. Not anger—no, not quite—but perhaps something far more sinister; desire. The primal kind. The irrepressible, guilty, so primal it feels ancient type of desire. Right now, standing in a slightly desolated, wrecked bar with his most tenacious ghost before him, Ekko needs, more than merely wants to seize and possess her.

Jinx sees the shift in his posture, his expression, and there’s something close to fear dancing in those shimmering eyes; something that feels disbelievingly content, too.

It happens in a flash. Ekko barely realizes he’s moved when he grips her wrist and tugs her towards the back of the bar as he bites out, “I’ll fucking show you ‘tiny’, you fucking brat.”

Jinx squeaks as his callous fingers dig into the skin of her wrist while he roughly forces her to follow. Heads turn their way with interest; be that curiosity or concern, maybe envy—Ekko doesn’t fucking care.

Ignoring the protests of the bartender as he approaches the back-door, Ekko shoves through it with his shoulder and delves into a back alley with Jinx who, finally, seems to try to put up a fight. She’s squirming, groaning, and roughly kicking his shin; all to no avail. No, he’s too fired up to feel any of it now.

By the time he shoves her forward and pins her front to the wall, Jinx is shaking. In a moment of clarity, he almost lets her go, almost feels bad for falling for her tricks so easily for once. But then, as his grip falters a little, his body slightly pulling away from her back, Jinx cackles.

It infuriates him. His fists clench, his jaw locks tight and his nostrils flare with the kind of anger only she can strike in him.

“What the fuck is so funny now, Jinx?”

She laughs some more, then it recedes and she takes a beat to catch her breath before she turns her head to look at him over her shoulder. “You.”

“Me?”

She puffs out a short, trumming laugh. “Yeah, you.”

He leans in instinctively, barely aware he’s done it before his hard bulge presses on the curve of her barely-covered ass again. “And will you tell me what about me is so damn funny, blue?”

She pushes her rear into him a little. He’s not sure she realizes it, but either way, it’s just as bad for his resolve. “Mmh, let me think…No.”

He scoffs. “No?”

“Damn, do you have a hearing problem now? Poor you; first the small dick, and now—”

He presses her deeper into the wall, into him. “Stop saying that,” he grits out.

Her cheek is smushed against the rough brick-wall, likely scraping it red and a little bloody, but Jinx smirks and licks her lips. “Why should I? I’ve got guns bigger than what I’m feeling on my ass right now, you know? Mmh…I bet they’d do a much better job than you could.”

That snaps something in him; something sharp and hungry. He roughly pulls her gun out of its holster, only now realizing she could’ve pulled it on him any time but chose not to.

Maybe she wants this too, just as badly as he does.

It doesn’t surprise him so much now that he thinks of it; if there ever was someone half as crazy as him, it’d be Jinx. Who else but her would match his freak quite so well?

He trails the nozzle of the gun along her exposed side, just below the bullet-belt securing that skimpy bra she wears for a top and has tormented him with for years. At the cool, risky contact, Jinx shivers; then moans.

“You fucking freak,” he rasps out, digging the nozzle into the fat of her hip, just above the ammunition-belt sitting over the waistband of her pink shorts. “You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?” He leans close to her jaw, baring his teeth and opening his mouth wider to lick at her cheek as he sinks his teeth slowly, teasingly, making her shiver again before he bites down just enough to make her squeak and leave an angry red mark on the side of her face—one she won’t be able to hide for days. Jinx loves it.

She snaps her head back, wanting to push a little just for the love of the game. “Not as much as you are, you desperate fuck—”

His hand lands on her ass with a loud, punishing crack that makes her head drop against the wall as she moans. “You sure you’ve got much room to talk about desperation when you’ve spent all night trying to get my attention, boom girl?” He chuckles, leaning into her neck as his hand grabs her ass over her shorts and kneads it.

“I–I wasn’t…Fuck,” she sighs with a smile when he drags the nozzle of the gun over her clothed core and presses in. “In your dreams, little man.”

He pulls back the gun and slaps it over the seam of her shorts, making her jolt back against him with a startled yelp. 

“You can run your mouth and deny all you want, but I bet you’re so fucking wet right now, pretty girl,” he hisses in her ear as his free hand quickly unbuckles her belt and roughly pulls her shorts and panties down, leaving her exposed and vulnerable for him. She squeaks at the sudden gesture, barely aware of the gun descending her hip-bone towards her pelvis while the sound of him unbuckling his own belt pounds in her head. “Should we test your little theory now, Jinxie? Compare your gun with my dick and see which you can take better, mmh?”

She gasps as the nozzle cards through the blue curls of her bush, squirming helplessly in his rough hold. “Wh—What?… You really jealous of a gun?”He snorts, slowly dragging the barrel’s side between her slippery, aching folds, and she can’t repress a moan at that. “E—Ekko…”

“Good girl, that’s my name,” he coos, snaking his hand down her ass and prodding her entrance with his fingers, collecting some of her shameful, undeniable wetness. “So fucking wet for me. I’m going to fucking break you, sweetheart.”

She shudders, eyes fluttering shut as she grits her teeth and tries to steady her breath. He finds it more than endearing; hot, even.

His fingers slowly enter her, two or three she thinks, and it’s already too much. She gasps loudly, arms rearing back to push his hips away, bat his hand away too, but all of it is fruitless.

“Nu-uh, Jinxie,” he shoves his fingers in deeper, harder, and she cries out. Then he roughly pulls them out and grips both her wrists, pushing his body closer to hold them in place before he reaches for one of her braids and tangles it around her wrists, tying them together.

"Tell me, sweetheart," he drawls into her ear, dragging the nozzle of the gun down her folds and nudging at her entrance, which makes her jolt against him. "Have you ever thought about me while you fucked your guns?"

She sucks in a shaky breath, her stomach tensing as the cool metal teases her pulsing cunt, and she falters. After brutal fights and years of tension, this is what makes her knees buckle and her gut twist—really?

He yanks on her braid and she whimpers. "I asked you a question, blue."

She feels her heart and stomach clench at his biting tone, heat pooling down and rendering her practically breathless as she struggles to form words. "I—I—"

He yanks on her braid again, harder this time, and hisses, "Answer me."

Her whole body flutters, pussy desperately clenching around nothing, and she whines. This time, Ekko lets go of her braid and slaps her ass instead, earning a startled gasp from her.

"D'you always have to be so damn difficult, Powder?" He growls, grinding against her bare ass; the fabric of his pants sparking up sensitive nerves. "Fucking brat is what you are. Maybe I shouldn't give you anything at all, mmh?" and with that, he slowly drags the gun away.

Jinx immediately yelps, thrashing her tied arms and pushing her body forward in hopes to keep his gun-wielding gun between her thighs. Ekko chuckles darkly at that, desperately trying to push down how fond and flattered he is by her unabashed eagerness to have him right here, right now; even after everything.

He smirks into her skin and stills the gun mid-way between her folds and her entrance. "So?"

"I—I—" She heaves out, battling between her pride and her need before she inevitably falters. "Of course I do, Ekko. Think about you all the—all the time," she admits, almost sheepish, and bites her lip.

Although part of him hoped, sort of knew, the confirmation makes his whole body spark up like the embers of an old bonfire finally reignited. He'd never stopped thinking about her, in other ways too, and it had been torture; made even worse by the one time he slipped when they were both teenagers high on hormones and drunk on booze they definitely weren't old enough to indulge in—not that such rules truly applied down in Zaun, but Benzo and Vander would've certainly given them an earful.

Where he had fumbled and bitten more than he could chew their first time, way too in his feelings and way too drunk then, now he intended to make the most of the opportunity she had given him for a second time. He meant to make this a moment she could never erase or overlook again; something that would ruin every encounter she may have in the future.

He breathes her in, then stills, and all Jinx can hear is her pounding heartbeat. "That wasn't so hard, now was it?" He whispers and finally pushes the gun in.

Jinx gasps at the sudden intrusion, bucking against the firearm prodding its way inside her. Her walls clamp down, making Ekko have to drag it back and forth to ease it into her until he seems to lose his patience and shoves it out of her with haste.

"You gotta relax, Pow," he huffs out, then mouths at her neck, making her shiver. "Come on, breathe for me," he coos, nuzzling the side of her throat. "In," he draws in a breath, "Out," he exhales, blowing warm air on her sensitive skin. "Be a doll and do as you're told, mmh?"

She scoffs at that. "Take your little leader antics back to your bugs, buster. I think you forget yourself here."

He smirks into her neck. "Oh, do I?"

She giggles then, nodding, but before she can even reply, Ekko slips the nozzle of the gun back inside her and she chokes on a half-moan, half-gasp.

Her body clamps around the steel, the sounds slick and obscene as he slowly works her open around the firearm. She wants nothing more than to reach back and grip him, hang on tight as he shows her far less mercy this time. But she can't, so instead, she finally does what he asked and focuses on breathing and relaxing; though not without a glare over her shoulder.

"Something the matter, baby blue?" He chuckles low and sultry. "You did this to yourself, you know? Can't ever think of actually being gentle with you, it's like you love pushing back," he plunges the gun deeper inside her, making her gasp. "Love being punished…Wouldn't even breathe for me, you're impossible, J."

She wants to laugh, to quip something back or taunt him, but the drag of the cool metal across her walls makes her heady, and the hardness he's pressing against her ass provides no relief; only further want, a burning desire that threatens to set fire to gunpowder—ha! Good thing she's soaking right through it now.

"Tell me, sweetheart," he breathes into her neck, grinding against her backside and languidly working the gun in and out of her sopping cunt. "Were you planning on fucking that other guy tonight?"

"Yeah, I even had the whole set-up ready to record so I could send it to your frustrated a—fuck!" She exclaims as he slams the gun right into her cervix with no warning

She throws her head back and he takes the opportunity to bite down and suck a nasty bruise right where everyone will see it—fuck him.

Or her…Both. She wants everything.

Her mind swims as his wielding-hand sets a ruthless pace, making her gut twist and her legs shake. The stretch is familiar to her, but the strength and speed at which the gun ravages her inside is heady and new.

Jinx’s hips rock heedlessly as she chases the intense pressure of his claim; something she had fantasized about more times than she could count. He had been gentle once, and she had liked it too, but his current ardor is feeding the restless arsonist inside her better than bombs and bullets ever could.

"Aw, are my girl's legs shaking so soon?" He taunts, snaking a hand between his crotch and her ass, possessively fondling it. "You sure I'm the frustrated one, mmh?"

"S'thi—this the best you can do, boy savior?" She chuckles breathlessly. "Throw my own words back at me and call me yours like we're still two dumb tweens holding hands in the Lanes?" She teases with a mocking coo in her tone, pushing her ass back into his grasp as she cranes her neck to whisper in his ear, "That other guy back there actually wanted to finger me right on the stool, you know? He whispered it in my ear when I sat in his lap, but you—"

He abruptly sweeps his hand off her rear and spits right into it, smearing it over his fingers before slipping his hand between her ass, teasing her back-entrance with a single wet-digit.

Her breath catches and she clenches so hard around the gun that Ekko has to use force to keep thrusting it in and out of her cunt. She's burning, free-falling; whatever it is she feels exactly, it's happening fast. Too fast.

"I think it's you who forgets herself, here," he echoes another one of her earlier taunts, making her heart clench and drop right to her burning core. "But don't worry, blue. I'm gonna remind you who you belong to," he breathes and pushes the first knuckle of his finger through the tight-ring of her ass.

The sudden intrusion punches a startled, breathless moan out of her, and Ekko chuckles behind her as he shallowly pumps the digit inside her, slowing down the gun's movements inside her cunt.

She twists her neck to glare at him through gleaming, fluttering eyes, her voice broken when she croaks out, "F—Fuck you…"

Ekko blows hair through his nose, humming out a laugh before pushing his finger all the way in. She gasps, her eyes rolling back.

"Yeah, baby, I know you want to," he growls and dives into her neck; licking, sucking and biting everywhere he can.

The alleyway fills with obscene, lewd sounds as he fucks her from both ends, making her burn and quiver into his covetous, overwhelming grasp.

He quickens his thrusts in both holes as he intensifies his onslaught on her neck, getting drunk on her sweet little whimpers and whispered curses his ministrations pull out of her.

He watches in real time as her skin blooms between purple and burgundy under his lips, content to find she bruises easily even so tough as she is. He hadn't dared to leave any marks or handle her with a hint of roughness the first time, but tonight; he wants her not only to remember he did this to her, but also to let everyone know she was not available in any way, shape, or form.

If she knew how infatuated with her he still is, even after all these years, she would probably mock him for it. She's no longer this sweet little girl he used to tinker with and she's killed his own people. If there ever had been a chance she reciprocated his feelings as Powder, now that was long-dead. He knew all this, but still his feelings remained.

The thought angers him and Ekko prods her asshole with a second finger before he can even process it. Jinx gasps, arching into him and finally dropping her head on his shoulder as he continues to mark her neck and fuck her with fervor.

"Y—You're a fucking dick," she whines, twisting her tied hands around to dig her nails into his abdomen in retaliation.

Ekko hisses into her skin, then cocks the gun with a deafening click, making her shudder. "Behave," he bites out.

And she knows it's an empty threat. She's soaked right through the gunpowder by now and even then, he would never. She knows all of that.

But by Janna, it's hot.

"What if I—if I don't want to?" She heaves out, a lazy grin on her face and her eyes closed.

His fingers abruptly withdraw from her ass and she whines at the loss, so used to the feeling of being full of him everywhere that anything less makes her ache.

"Then looks like I'm gonna have to fuck that pretty little ass right fucking now," he growls, stilling the gun inside her.

Jinx shudders, blinking rapidly as what she slowly pieces what he's been working towards. "Wh—What are you—"

The clank of his belt coming undone makes her breath catch. She leans off his shoulder and tries to twist around to look at him, but he's quicker.

As his pants and boxers drop to the floor, Ekko's hand pushes on the small of her back, arching her ass towards his hard, leaking cock. She hears him spit into his own hand again and feels him stroke his cock dangerously close to her ass.

Her body feels on fire, her cunt clenching hard around the unmoving gun inside her. And when his hand drags from his cock, up her ass and towards her waist before his arm twines around her front; Jinx can't repress a whimper.

"I've missed you, Pow," he breathes into her skin, lightly pressing his fingers into her toned, quivering stomach. "So much."

"E—Ekko…" She quavers, wanting nothing more than to reach back and feel the back of his neck, but failing against the resistance of her own braids. "I—I don't know if I—"

"Sshh," he whispers into her ear, gently nipping at it. "You can, sweetheart. You can take me from both ends," he graps his cock and lines up to her back-entrance, purring out, "Only you can."

And then he prods her tight little ring with the head of his length, making her gasp so sweetly his heart stutters.

He breathes her in, letting her adjust to the new feeling, and nips gently at the crook of her neck before licking over the blooming mark soothingly.

"E—Ekko…" She trembles, her legs weak; she's more than grateful to be pinned between the wall and him right now.

"I know, baby," he coos, slowly moving the gun inside her—but never quite pulling it out. "I know, you're doing so well already."

She whines as her cunt flutters around the firearm, the distraction more than welcome as he begins to delve further into her ass again, the stretch sending pricks all over her nerves.

As overwhelmed as she feels, her body welcomes him in with dizzying ease, making it hard for him to hold back from plunging all the way in and fuck her the way he's been craving since the very moment she'd stepped foot into the bar.

But she's unbelievably tight, too, and if she doesn't relax a little bit soon, he's going to blow embarassingly early and she'll never let him live it down.

He also doesn't want to risk hurting her, even if they're supposed to be enemies; a fact that keeps killing him no matter how long it has been.

"Gods, Pow…" He groans, leaving quick, tender kisses up her neck and to her jaw. "You gotta relax, breathe," he encourages, softly pressing his lips to her cheek to breathe his next words on her skin, "Fuck, you're gripping me so tight…Breathe, baby. Do it for me."

She nods weakly, heaving shaky breaths in and out and doing her best to steady them as she closes her eyes and lets him soothe her, lets him slowly feed another inch into her ass while the gun continue to languidly work her fluttering cunt.

"There you go, pretty," he coos, smiling against her cheek before grazing it with his teeth and gently biting down, making her squeak. "That's my good fucking girl. See how good you can be for me when you want to be?"

She shudders, her legs trembling as he finally sinks all the way in with a groan and fills her from both ends like she'd never dreamed he'd possibly dare.

It's maddening.

Feverish.

Maybe even sickening.

Laughter bubbles out of her chest and she turns her head to look at Ekko, their noses and mouths so close it takes everything in him not to kiss the giggles out of her.

"Wanna tell me what's so funny again, J?"

She blinks languidly, smiling, her laughter receding. "I didn't—didn't think you were an ass-guy, little man."

"You're right, babe," he breathes against her lips. "I'm a Jinx-guy, actually. Need every single piece of you."

And with that, he starts to move; slowly rolling his hips and thrusting the gun buried in her cunt.

Jinx lets out a guttural groan that travels right down to his loins, making him pick up the pace maybe a little too soon, but he's too high on her and never been much for patience anyway.

He finally presses his lips into hers, swallowing each moan that escapes her as he begins to properly rock into her ass and fuck her pussy with the gun again.

Buried inside her this way, the nozzle of the gun feels solid against his dick where its impression prods from her vagina to the tight ring of muscle his cock is nestled in.

She's unbearably tight, hot and wet every time he plunges in and out of her from both ends—her slick juices coating his hand as they drip from the gun, her anal glands coating his dick in their slippery fluids—and Ekko preens inside at making her feel so obviously good so soon.

As luscious and soft as her lips feel on his now, her tongue eagerly brushing against his own and her pleasured sounds reverberating in his mouth feeling beyond divine, Ekko needs to hear and see her better.

"Sound so damn pretty, baby. All this for me so fast after that little stunt you pulled back there and all those taunts about my size?" He snickers, pulling back until only the tip of his cock is left in her ass and stilling to keep her on her toes. "Said I'm tiny but look at you sobbing on my dick now," he slams back in to make her howl and throw her head back, then hisses into her ear "Fucking brat."

He chuckles smugly as she whines at that, feeling her ass begin to spasm around him, gripping onto him like a vice while her cunt seems to offer more and more resistance to the gun he's now frantically shoving inside her.

"Aw, Jinxie, are you close already?" He coos mockingly, languidly dragging his hand from her waist, up her sternum and to her neck; not quite squeezing yet, but searing a possessive warmth over her throat with a light, steady pressure. He can feel her relentless mewls reverberate under his palm this way, too.

"What a needy, naughty girl you are, sweetheart," he chuckles, applying more pressure on her neck to make her breath catch and her holes twitch. "Are you my naughty girl, J? All mine?"

Her head turns lightly, eyes fluttering weakly to look at him as she processes the weight of his words; the possibility that they very well may be true, too. He digs his thumb into her pulse, making her sob.

"You're so fucking beautiful, so fucking good," he marvels as he plows into her ass, "And you're mine, baby. Mine, only mine. Come on, say it to me."

"I-I—" She splutters as she struggles to breathe and to think while he consumes her from the inside-out, "I'm yours. I've—I've always been—yours," she heaves out, heat blooming all over her body.

He pushes on her neck to make her arch deeper into him, handling her like a doll.

"Good fucking girl, baby blue," he growls, slamming into her; desperately wanting to make her come. "Fuck, I wanna come inside you."

The coil in her gut tightens at that, and she lets out a lewd, breathy moan that makes him groan.

"Pl—Please," she bleats out; his loud, explosive boom girl all needy and pathetic for him. "E—Ekko, please…"

"Yeah, you want it, bunny?" He purrs, twisting her head around so she'll look at him as he pounds her. "Want my cum in that light little ass? Wanna come on your own while I do it too?"

"Mmh—Mmh…" She hums and nods pathetically, tears rolling down her soft, pretty cheeks.

"Fuck, you're so damn pretty like this, Pow," he groans, dragging his hand towards her jaw, brushing his thumb over her lips. "Don't want nobody else to see like this, gorgeous. Wanna ruin you for anyone who'll even try."

She blinks drowsily at him through tears and fuzzy bliss. "N-No one…No one," she whimpers. "N-No one but—but you, 'Ko…"

"My baby," he mumbles through heavy breaths, hips and gun roughly stuttering into her. "My sweet, beautiful girl… I—Fuck, I—"

She leans closer to his face, lips ghosting over his as he feels her eyelashes flutter against his cheek. "I-I know…I know, pretty boy," she whispers, rocking back and forth into him and the firearm, unsure which one she wants more—ever so greedy; all his, too. "Come—Come with me, pl-please…Please," she begs, the coil in her gut tightening so hard it finally snap, making her whole body tighten and threaten to pull him under on the spot. Her brain seems to melt as the words come out quicker than she can process them, "I—I love y—you…"

And that's what undoes him completely, burying himself inside her tight ass with one last brutal thrust, mindlessly slamming the gun into her cervix as he drags out her orgasm and spills inside her.

She feels herself squeeze around the firearm nestled inside her cunt, her pleasure gushing and squirting out of her as she comes harder than ever before. The sensation of him filling her ass with his seed only intensifies the filthy, all-consuming orgasm he's slamming her through.

His hand goes slack, and the gun slips out of her, clattering to the ground as he groans against her lips, then presses his to them and kisses her fervently.

She can't think, she's ruined. And when he undulates his hips slowly, fucking his cum deeper into her ass, she sobs into his mouth; a sound he readily drinks in and echoes with an oversensitive whimper of his own. 

Eventually, he stills and slumps against her, holding her close for a few seconds before finally pulling out of her with a groan and untying her hands. She's uncharacteristically quiet now, softly trembling in his arms.

Ekko nuzzles into her neck, presses a tender kiss on her bruised pulse and softly asks, "Hey, you okay?"

She hums distantly, reaching back to twine an arm behind his neck. "M'good.

"You sure?"

"S'gonna take a whole more to take me down, boy savior," she snorts and drops her arm off his neck, slowly shifting around in his arms to face him with a lazy grin. "Pipe down a lil, will ya?"

He scoffs. "Janna forbid I care about you wel—"

She leans up and presses her index to his lips, breathing out a quick "Ssh," before grabbing his chin and kissing him softly.

Her arms twine around his neck and she presses deep into him. He smiles into the kiss and wraps his arms around her waist, gently caressing up and down her back as she sighs into him.

Eventually, though, still faithful to herself, Jinx tries to nip at his bottom-lip. The insatiable, familiar behavior she exhibits once more makes him groan, and Ekko slips his hand beneath her ass, picking her up and pinning her back to the wall as he deepens the kiss just as she'd wanted.

With his tongue in her mouth and her moans reverberating in his own, he barely realizes the hand she's snaking between them until it grasps his already semi-hard cock. He gasps the second her slender fingers wrap around it and pulls away from her mouth.

"Jinx…"

She bats her eyelashes in feigned innocence and licks those pretty, kiss-bruised lips. "What?"

"Y—You're impossible," he puffs out in a laugh.

"Mmh," she considers him through heavy-lidded, smouldering eyes, then swipes her thumb over the slit of his tip; making him groan. "But you love it, don't you?"

He leans his forehead against hers and breathes heavily as she begins to lazily stroke his oversensitive cock. "Yeah," he murmurs against her lips. "Yeah, I do."

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He's really not sure how he's going to explain all the marks she's left on him by the time they're done for a second time. But as he finishes buckling up her pants while she traces the bites and bruises she's left on his neck in retaliation for all the marks he'd left on her himself; all he can really focus on is that he's had her, at least for a little while, and that she came back for more all on her own too.

His eyes flit up to her face, lingering on the hint of teeth slightly biting the inner portion of her bottom-lip, and a fond smile quirks up on his face when she catches him looking.

"What? Got something on my face?" She quips and cocks her head to the side, eye narrowed.

He puffs out a laugh and leans in to cup her face, pressing his lips to hers, and she melts instantly; sighing and relaxing into the kiss just like she would in his dreams—only this time, all of it's real, and he's not sure what to do with that when he pulls away and hears in a hint of whisper,

"We should do that more often, little man."

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