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“Hold on, babe, let me help you with that,” Ekko said, stepping forward with a hand outstretched as Jinx wrestled with the stubborn front door to their apartment.
“No, no, I’ve got it!” she insisted, shaking her head, her long blue hair bouncing with the motion. Her frustration flared as she jiggled the key in the worn-out lock again. “It’s just these damn New York City apartments. The doors are always busted—never fucking work!” She let out an annoyed huff and leaned her shoulder into the door, giving it a couple of hard shoves.
“Jinx, come on, let me—”
“I said I’ve got it!” she snapped, more at the door than at him, her competitive streak taking over. She twisted the key again with a sharp turn, gritting her teeth. With one final shove, the door groaned open with a loud creak, almost as if it were protesting her victory.
“See?” she exclaimed, turning to flash Ekko a triumphant grin as she stepped inside. “Told you I had it!”
Ekko rolled his eyes with a small chuckle, following her into the apartment. “Yeah, after a ten-round match with the door, champ. But sure, you won.”
As Jinx flicked on the lights as she took off her heavy coat in the narrow hallway, the space came to life. Their apartment wasn’t much, but it was theirs—a chaotic, colorful patchwork of their personalities crammed into a small New York City space. The entryway opened directly into a compact living room. The walls were a mismatched collage of old brick and peeling plaster, adorned with posters of punk bands, faded graffiti-style artwork, and a few framed photos of them together. The hardwood floors creaked underfoot, worn and scratched from years of life, but they added character, a kind of gritty charm that fit the place perfectly.
To the left was a tiny kitchenette, separated from the living room by a bar counter cluttered with a mix of tools, loose screws, and half-finished gadgets—Jinx’s handiwork, no doubt. The counter itself was chipped and scuffed, but it was home to a pair of mismatched barstools they’d picked up secondhand. The scent of burnt wires and something sweet—maybe leftover Chinese takeout—hung faintly in the air.
A threadbare couch dominated the living room, its cushions sagging but still cozy, strewn with mismatched blankets. The coffee table in front of it was a salvaged wooden crate, covered in graffiti Jinx had added over time, depicting everything from cartoonish skulls to crude doodles of Ekko. On the floor, an old rug barely held itself together, its vibrant geometric patterns dulled by years of use.
Beyond the living room, the apartment branched off into two small rooms. The bedroom door was slightly ajar, revealing glimpses of a messy, lived-in space filled with piles of clothes, half-empty cups of water on the nightstand, and a string of fairy lights that flickered unevenly across the ceiling.
Jinx tossed her pocketbook onto the coffee table, the contents rattling as it landed haphazardly on the worn wooden surface. With a dramatic sigh, she flopped onto the couch, adjusting the hem of her dress before stretching her arms high above her head, fingers splayed wide as she let out a contented groan. “Come here, cuddle with me,” she said, her voice warm and inviting, a sleepy smile spreading across her lips as she patted the space beside her.
Ekko was in the kitchen, filling two glasses of water. He glanced over his shoulder at her, shaking his head with a small, fond chuckle. She was tipsy—again. Anniversary dinners with Jinx had a predictable rhythm, and tonight was no different, especially it being the fourth one. She couldn’t resist getting a little too bold with the wine, laughing louder with each sip, her cheeks growing rosier under the dim restaurant lights. Ekko didn’t mind; he had only a single glass himself. He knew she’d need hydration later, so here he was, playing the responsible one, as always.
As he carried the glasses back to the living room, he paused near the wall, his gaze catching on the framed photo of the two of them from their college days. The image brought a nostalgic pang to his chest. It was taken at a campus festival during their sophomore year at NYU, both of them beaming, arms slung around each other like it was the most natural thing in the world. Jinx’s blue pigtails were messier back then, streaked with neon dye from a prank she’d pulled earlier that day, and Ekko had a streak of paint across his cheek, courtesy of her playful retaliation. He chuckled softly, his fingertips brushing the edge of the frame.
It had been just over a year since they graduated—her with a degree in Mechanical Engineering and him in Physics. They had always joked that they were “the brains and the brawn,” but in reality, both brought equal parts genius and grit to their work. Still, it felt like yesterday that they’d been two wide-eyed freshmen, navigating the chaos of college life together.
He could vividly remember the day he finally worked up the courage to ask her out. It was the spring of their sophomore year, and he had been a nervous wreck for weeks. They’d been childhood friends, practically inseparable since their days running wild in the streets of Zaun, a small town nestled in Queens. But something had shifted during that first year at college. He began noticing the way her laugh made his chest tighten, the way she could light up an entire room with her reckless charm. And while they were studying together one late night—her muttering curses under her breath as she fiddled with a stubborn circuit board—he realized he didn’t just want her in his life as a friend. He wanted more.
It took him all of freshman year to muster the courage. Even then, when he finally asked, his hands had been shaking, his voice cracking slightly as he stumbled over the words. “Jinx, do you—uh—wanna maybe, I don’t know, go out with me sometime?” he’d asked, scratching the back of his neck and avoiding her gaze like a nervous schoolboy.
She’d blinked at him for a moment, her tools forgotten in her hands, before breaking into the biggest grin he’d ever seen. “Took you long enough, little man,” she teased, but there was a softness in her voice that made his heart leap. She leaned across the table, planting a quick, unexpected kiss on his cheek. “I was starting to think I’d have to ask you.”
And now, here they were, four years later, sitting in their little New York City apartment—a far cry from the crowded dorms and chaotic labs of their college days, but somehow, it still felt the same. Home wasn’t a place, he realized. Home was Jinx, with her wild blue hair and her oversized personality, pulling him into her orbit like she always had.
Ekko set the glasses of water on the coffee table, easing onto the couch just as Jinx practically threw herself against him. Before he was even fully seated, she had collapsed into his side, her head finding its spot on his shoulder, her arms winding tightly around him like a contented cat claiming her favorite perch. Her blue hair spilled across her face in wild, messy strands, and he chuckled softly as he reached up, gently tucking it behind her ear. The intimate gesture earned him a small hum of appreciation from her.
“I told you we shouldn’t have ordered the rosé,” he said with a teasing smirk, glancing down at her. “You drink that stuff like it’s water.”
Jinx groaned, lifting her head just enough to flash him a playful glare before settling back down. “Yeah, yeah… but it’s so good!” she defended dramatically. “And the waiter just kept pouring! What was I supposed to do, say no? That’d be rude.”
Ekko snorted, shaking his head. “Rude? You’re literally the least polite person I know. Don’t give me that.”
“Excuse me!” she said, sitting up just enough to grab a throw pillow from the couch and lightly smack him with it. “I’m extremely polite when it comes to alcohol. I’m not letting good wine go to waste.”
He caught the pillow mid-swing, pulling it from her hands and tossing it aside with a grin. “Sure, babe. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”
Jinx rolled her eyes but let herself sink back into his side, snagging the TV remote from the cluttered coffee table. She leaned back, her fingers flying over the buttons as she browsed through HBO Max. “Let’s see... what’s worth watching?” she muttered under her breath, scrolling through the options with rapid-fire precision.
Ekko glanced at the screen just as she stopped, selecting The Suicide Squad. He groaned. “Seriously? Again? We just watched this last night.”
Jinx tilted her head up to look at him, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “What? It’s a great movie.”
“You’re obsessed,” he said, crossing his arms with mock exasperation. “I think you love Harley Quinn more than me.”
Jinx grinned wide, her expression unapologetically playful. “Maybe I do. I mean, come on—she’s a total badass. The hair, the chaos, the giant hammer... what’s not to love?”
Ekko leaned closer, raising an eyebrow. “Uh-huh. And what about me? I’ve got the chaos, too, y’know.”
She smirked, sitting up slightly to tap a finger against his forehead. “Yeah, but Harley’s chaos is stylish. You’re more... scrappy chaos. Still cute, though.”
“Wow, thanks,” he said dryly, though the faintest hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
Jinx settled back into his arms, hitting play on the movie. As the opening credits rolled, she sighed contentedly, nuzzling into his chest. “Relax, Ekko. I’ve got plenty of love for both of you. You’re just lucky she’s fictional—or you’d have some real competition.”
Ekko laughed, shaking his head as he tightened his arm around her shoulders. “Oh yeah, I’m shaking in my boots.”
They fell into a comfortable silence as the chaotic energy of the movie unfolded on the screen. The colorful explosions, irreverent humor, and relentless action mirrored Jinx’s personality in a way that made Ekko smile. For all her teasing and dramatics, these quiet moments—just the two of them tangled together on their old couch, the weight of the world kept firmly at bay—were what he cherished the most. Her warmth against him, the way she unconsciously nuzzled into his chest when she got comfortable, reminded him why he adored her in all her unpredictable, fiery glory.
As the movie played on, Jinx’s breath began to slow, her soft murmurs of commentary fading until she drifted off to sleep. Ekko glanced down at her, her face peaceful and relaxed for once, her long lashes resting against her cheeks. He smiled and let her rest, gently trailing his fingertips up and down her arm in slow, soothing motions. The chaotic dynamo was rarely this still, and Ekko wasn’t about to disturb her—not yet, at least.
The movie reached Harley Quinn’s signature badass sequence, a whirlwind of violence and charm that might have earned an enthusiastic cheer from Jinx had she been awake. Ekko chuckled to himself, then grabbed the remote and paused the movie. He shifted slightly, careful not to jostle her too much, and then gently nudged her awake.
“Baby,” he murmured softly, brushing her hair back from her face. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”
Jinx stirred groggily, her nose scrunching in protest as she wiped her eyes. “Mmm, no,” she muttered, her voice slurred with sleep. But Ekko persisted, carefully helping her sit up and guiding her to her feet. She leaned against him, still half-asleep, as he led her toward the bedroom.
As they walked, Jinx began to wake up a bit more, her steps growing steadier. “Wait, no,” she muttered, her voice low but determined. “Ekko, it’s our fourth anniversary.”
He glanced at her with a soft smile, sitting her down on the edge of the bed. “I know, babe. That’s why we went out, remember? Fancy dinner, your favorite wine... You had a good time, right?”
She nodded as he knelt in front of her, gently helping her out of the dress she’d worn that evening. The fabric slipped off her shoulders easily, and he set it aside carefully, grabbing one of his oversized shirts from the pile of clothes on the dresser. He helped her pull it over her head, his movements tender and unhurried, as though she might shatter if he moved too quickly.
Jinx blinked up at him, her drowsy blue eyes sharpening with sudden focus. “No, I mean... we gotta do something for our anniversary. It’s special. You’re special.”
Ekko chuckled softly as he stood, slipping off his suit jacket and laying it over the back of a chair. “What do you mean? We already celebrated, didn’t we?” He began unbuttoning his shirt, his brow furrowing slightly as he watched her frown.
Jinx leaned forward, gripping his hands to stop him mid-motion. “No, Ekko. I mean... we gotta fuck,” she said, her voice both direct and tinged with desperation. Her cheeks flushed slightly as the words tumbled out, and she looked up at him, her expression somewhere between determined and pleading. “For our fourth anniversary. Please.”
Ekko froze for a moment, caught off guard by her bluntness, though he shouldn’t have been. This was Jinx, after all—never one to mince words. He sighed, setting his hands gently on her shoulders as he crouched down to her level. “Jinx,” he said softly, his tone steady and soothing. “You’re tired. You’ve had a long day. Let’s just get some sleep, okay? We can talk about—”
“No,” she interrupted, her grip on his hands tightening. Her voice was firmer now, her gaze locking onto his with uncharacteristic vulnerability. “I don’t wanna wait. I want this. I need this. I need you.”
Her words hung in the air, heavy with emotion. Ekko studied her face, taking in the subtle tremor in her voice, the way her eyes glistened with something deeper than sleep-deprived stubbornness. He knew this wasn’t just about their anniversary—it was about her. About her insecurities, her need to feel connected, to hold onto the one person who grounded her in a world that often felt too chaotic, even for her.
“Jinx...” he murmured, his voice softening as he cupped her face gently in his hands. She leaned into his touch, her eyes closing briefly as if to savor the warmth of his palms.
“Please, Ekko,” she whispered, her voice barely audible now. “I just... I want to be close to you.”
Ekko let out a slow breath, his resolve softening as he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Alright,” he said quietly, his thumb brushing against her cheek. “But only if you promise me one thing.”
Her eyes fluttered open, a flicker of curiosity mingling with her relief. “What’s that?”
He smiled, his expression tender as he leaned in closer. “You let me take care of you—tonight and always.”
A small, genuine smile broke through her sleepy haze, and she nodded. “Deal,” she murmured, her voice soft but filled with trust.
Ekko gave her a tender smile before standing. He undid the last few buttons of his shirt with deliberate care, his gaze never leaving hers. The white fabric slipped from his shoulders and fell to the floor, forgotten in the moment. Jinx watched him intently, her lips curving into a mischievous grin as her hands instinctively reached out to explore him. Her fingers traced the defined lines of his abs, her touch light and playful.
“You’ve been holding out on me,” she teased, her giggle bubbling up as he caught her wandering hands in his, giving her a mock-serious look.
Ekko leaned over her, guiding her gently back onto the bed. The mattress gave way beneath her, and she settled into it easily, her blue hair fanning out like a wild halo against the comforter. He climbed over her with care, bracing himself on his hands on either side of her head. His movements were slow and deliberate, each motion infused with quiet intention. As he hovered above her, he pressed a series of soft, lingering kisses to her forehead, her temple, and the tip of her nose, his lips brushing her skin like a whispered promise.
Jinx let out a breathy laugh, her cheeks warming under his touch. Her hands slid up his arms, fingers curling around his biceps as she peered up at him through half-lidded eyes. “You gonna kiss me or not, Boy Savior?” she teased, her voice light and teasing but with a clear undercurrent of yearning.
Ekko smirked, tilting his head as he let her words hang in the air for a moment. “Oh, so now you’re impatient?” he teased back, leaning in closer. His braids brushed against her forehead as his lips hovered just above hers. “What happened to the ‘I’ve got all the time in the world’ Jinx?”
She rolled her eyes, her hands sliding up to cup his face, pulling him closer. “Shut up and kiss me already.”
He didn’t make her wait any longer. Their lips met in a kiss that was at once tender and consuming, filled with the weight of their shared history and the unspoken emotions they rarely let surface. Jinx let out a soft, contented sigh against his mouth, her fingers threading through his dreads as she deepened the kiss. There was something grounding in the way he held her, his hands firm but gentle as they cradled her face, as if she were the most fragile and precious thing in his world.
Jinx grounded her heels into the comforter, anchoring herself as Ekko shifted his weight, his body pressed firmly against hers. His lips moved from her mouth to her neck, trailing kisses that started soft but quickly turned more insistent. She gasped softly when she felt him suck gently at the pale skin just below her jaw, her head tipping back to give him better access. The teasing nibbles sent a shiver down her spine, and she responded instinctively, her nails digging into the taut muscles of his back.
A low hum of satisfaction escaped her as she tilted her head to the side, giving him more space to explore. "Careful, Ekko," she murmured, her voice laced with playful warning. "I'm seeing Silco tomorrow for lunch. He’ll kill you if he sees any hickeys on my neck."
Ekko paused for a moment, his lips still hovering just above her skin. He scoffed, the sound vibrating against her collarbone as he smirked. "Like he doesn’t already know what I’ve been doing to his daughter," he shot back, his tone laced with a mix of confidence and amusement.
Jinx’s eyes widened, and a breathy laugh escaped her. She swatted at his face, pushing him away from her neck. "Ugh, don’t remind me," she said, rolling her eyes dramatically. "Just—put your lips somewhere else, will you? Anywhere but there." Her teasing tone was accompanied by a mischievous grin as she squirmed beneath him, her movements deliberate and inviting, a silent request for more.
Ekko raised an eyebrow, feigning exasperation. "You’re impossible, you know that?" he said, though the grin on his face betrayed his affection. He pulled back just enough to take in her expression, the flushed cheeks, the glint of mischief in her wide blue eyes. She writhed again, tugging at the hem of the oversized shirt she wore, making it abundantly clear what she wanted next.
With a sigh that was more playful than genuine, Ekko slipped his hands beneath the shirt, his fingertips grazing her bare skin. He worked the fabric up slowly, savoring the feel of her as she arched her back to help him. When the shirt finally cleared her head, he tossed it aside carelessly, letting it join the growing pile of discarded clothes on the floor.
Jinx lay beneath him, her hair splayed out wildly across the sheets, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. She was bare now except for the lacy underwear she had chosen deliberately, a stark contrast to her usual chaotic style. The delicate fabric clung to her in a way that made Ekko pause for a moment, his gaze lingering as he took her in.
"Well," he said softly, a teasing edge to his voice as he met her gaze. "You really went all out, huh?"
Jinx smirked, her hands sliding up his arms to rest on his shoulders. "You’re lucky I like you," she quipped, her voice dripping with faux indifference, though the playful sparkle in her eyes gave her away.
Ekko shook his head with a small, knowing smile before leaning down, his lips brushing softly against the skin just above her heart. The warmth of his breath lingered as he pressed gentle kisses along her chest, his pace unhurried and deliberate, as though committing every inch of her to memory. Jinx let out a quiet sigh, her fingers curling into the sheets beneath her as her body relaxed into his touch.
He shifted lower, his lips trailing over her soft skin before stopping to press tender kisses around the curve of her breast. He teased her, avoiding her nipple for a moment, his lips and tongue tracing delicate patterns that sent shivers through her. Jinx let out a shaky breath, her back arching instinctively as the sensation coursed through her. His hand, warm and steady, slid up her side, his touch both grounding and electric.
When his palm finally cupped her breast, she gasped softly, the sound escaping her lips before she could stop it. His thumb grazed over her hardened nipple as his lips found their mark, pressing against her with a mixture of softness and intention. Jinx's hands shot to his hair, her fingers tangling in his soft dreads, tugging gently as he continued his exploration.
Ekko responded to her movements with a low hum of approval, his lips parting to lightly suck on her sensitive skin. The contrast of his tender kisses and the firmer press of his fingers on her other breast had her writhing beneath him. Her head tilted back, a quiet moan slipping from her lips as his tongue circled her nipple before he closed his mouth over it, sucking gently.
"Ekko..." she murmured, her voice trembling with a mixture of pleasure and longing. Her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him closer, urging him not to stop.
He didn’t. Instead, he alternated between soft kisses and playful nibbles, his teeth grazing her skin just enough to leave faint marks. His free hand traced down her side, his fingers spreading wide to feel the curve of her waist as if needing to hold onto her, to anchor himself in the moment. Each touch, each kiss, was slow and intentional, a testament to how much he adored her.
Jinx whimpered softly as his lips traveled again, leaving a faint trail of hickeys in their wake. She tugged harder at his hair, the mix of pleasure and teasing almost too much for her to bear. "You're marking me up again," she murmured, her tone somewhere between a scold and a breathless laugh.
Ekko looked up at her with a lopsided grin, his lips brushing against her skin as he spoke. "You say that like it’s a bad thing."
She smirked, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. "I didn’t say stop, did I?"
His grin widened, and without another word, he dipped his head again, his movements becoming bolder, more assured, as he lost himself in her. Jinx let out a deep, contented sigh, her hands sliding from his hair to his shoulders, her body arching to meet him as their shared intimacy grew deeper, the rest of the world slipping further away.
Ekko trailed a line of soft kisses down her stomach, his lips brushing lightly over her skin, igniting small jolts of anticipation with each touch. When he reached the waistband of her underwear, he paused, looking up at her with a teasing grin that made her breath hitch. Without a word, he shifted off the bed, kneeling on the floor by its edge, his hands sliding down to her legs.
"Ekko—" Jinx began, but her words dissolved into a surprised giggle as he gripped her hips, pulling her effortlessly to the edge of the bed. She sprawled out on the comforter, her wild blue hair splayed around her, her chest heaving from both excitement and the lingering high of his touch. She let her legs dangle over the edge, her toes brushing against the wood floor, as she tried to catch her breath.
He chuckled softly at her reaction, his hands firm but gentle as they slid down to her thighs. Hooking his fingers into the sides of her lacy underwear, he dragged the fabric down slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. The air between them was thick with anticipation as he revealed her inch by inch, his deliberate movements making her squirm. When the underwear joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor, he took a moment to let his gaze linger, drinking her in.
Jinx shivered as his hands returned to her legs, lifting and spreading them apart with care. The cool air of the room sent goosebumps across her skin, but it was the warmth of his lips on her knee that made her gasp softly. Ekko pressed a kiss there, his lips lingering before he began working his way upward, his touch slow and purposeful. His mouth explored her thighs, moving from the outer curve to the sensitive skin on the inside.
He knew her thighs were her weakness, and he couldn’t resist taking his time there, savoring her every reaction. His lips alternated between soft kisses and playful nips, his teeth grazing her skin just enough to send sparks racing up her spine. The faint marks he left behind—a mix of kisses and light bites—were his quiet way of claiming her, and she loved every second of it.
“Ekko,” she whimpered, her voice breathless and filled with need as her hands gripped the comforter beneath her.
He chuckled against her skin, the vibration making her shudder. “Patience, Jinx,” he teased, his voice low and laced with amusement. His tongue darted out, soothing the marks he left behind as he worked his way higher, closer to where she needed him most.
By the time his breath ghosted over her core, Jinx was a trembling mess beneath him. Her hips bucked slightly of their own accord, seeking relief from the slow, torturous build of his attention. Her moans spilled from her lips freely, unrestrained and unapologetic, as she gave herself over to the pleasure he was giving her.
Ekko's hands glided up the length of her legs, his touch firm yet gentle, guiding her to drape her legs over his shoulders. The shift in position sent a thrill through Jinx, her breath hitching as she felt his warm hands press against her thighs, holding her steady. His head dipped lower, his lips brushing over her in a way that made her whole body jolt with anticipation.
When his tongue finally made contact with her wet pussy, a sharp gasp escaped her, her back arching off the bed as the intensity of the sensation flooded her senses. The slick heat of his mouth moved against her with purpose, tasting and teasing her in a rhythm that was both deliberate and maddening. The faint buzz of alcohol in her system only heightened the sensations, making her hyperaware of every flick of his tongue, every brush of his lips.
"Ekko—" she breathed, her voice trembling as her fingers instinctively found their way to his hair. She tangled them in his soft dreads, pulling gently at first, then harder as he found the perfect spot. His low groan of approval vibrated against her, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through her body.
His hand, which had been steadying her thigh, began to travel upward. Jinx felt her heart race as his thumb reached her clit, applying just enough pressure to make her cry out. He moved in slow, smoothing circles at first, syncing his movements with the strokes of his tongue. The combination was overwhelming, a perfect blend of teasing and intensity that left her gasping for air.
Jinx writhed beneath him, her body completely at his mercy. She tugged harder at his hair, her thighs pressing against his shoulders as if trying to pull him closer. He responded with another groan, the deep sound reverberating against her core and pushing her closer to the edge.
“Fuck, baby,” she moaned, her voice raw and desperate as her hips bucked against him. “Right there. Right fucking there…”
Ekko smirked against her, his eyes glancing up briefly to catch her expression—her head thrown back, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted in breathless ecstasy. He shifted slightly, applying more pressure with his thumb as his tongue moved with increasing intensity, determined to give her exactly what she needed.
Her moans grew louder, her grip on his hair tightening as her body tensed. The room was filled with the sounds of her pleasure, each cry and gasp a testament to the way he was unraveling her completely. Ekko couldn’t help but admire the sight of her, lost in the moment, her usual wild energy channeled into pure, unrestrained passion.
He pressed deeper, his tongue and thumb working in perfect harmony as he brought her closer and closer. Jinx’s entire body trembled beneath him, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts as she teetered on the brink.
"Don’t stop," she begged, her voice trembling as she clung to him, her fingers gripping his hair tightly as if anchoring herself to reality. "Please, Ekko, don’t fucking stop—"
Ekko relished every second of her unraveling beneath him, her body responding to his every movement. His tongue continued its exploration, delving deeper into her, pressing hot and firm against her inner walls. He could feel her pulse around him, her breath hitching in time with his rhythm. Her moans, soft and breathy, filled the room, each one fueling him further.
When he pulled back, removing his lips from her, Jinx let out a frustrated whine, her hips writhing as if chasing the contact she’d lost. Her eyes fluttered open, glassy with desire, and she shot him a desperate look that made him grin. "What did I say? Patience, baby," he murmured, his voice low and teasing.
Before she could protest, Ekko slid a single finger into her, his touch deliberate and measured. Her breath hitched, a soft moan slipping from her lips as her body adjusted to the intrusion. He curled his finger slightly, exploring her with a precision that left her trembling. "You taste so good," he murmured, his voice filled with quiet reverence. But Jinx was beyond words, her mind too clouded by the sensations coursing through her.
As her body arched off the bed, he leaned in again, his free hand returning to her clit. His thumb moved in slow, deliberate circles, matching the rhythm of his finger. When he added a second finger, pressing deeper into her, her gasp turned into a sharp cry of pleasure.
“Ekko,” she whimpered, her hands clutching at the sheets as her hips bucked against his hand. Her body was hypersensitive, every nerve ending alive and tingling under his touch. He angled his fingers slightly, brushing against the spot that made her toes curl. The reaction was immediate—a sharp intake of breath followed by a moan so raw it sent a shiver down his spine.
"There it is," Ekko said, his lips curving into a teasing smile as he watched her come undone. "You like that, baby?"
Jinx could only nod, her head falling back against the mattress as she let herself drown in the waves of pleasure. Her legs trembled against his shoulders, her body entirely at his mercy. Each thrust of his fingers was deliberate, each stroke of his thumb against her clit perfectly timed to push her closer and closer to the edge.
“You’re so perfect like this,” he murmured, his voice soft but steady. His gaze was fixed on her, taking in every detail—the way her cheeks flushed, the way her chest rose and fell in rapid succession, the way her lips parted as if trying to form words that never came.
She let out another cry as his fingers pressed harder against her sweet spot, her body trembling uncontrollably. "Ekko, I—" she tried to speak, but her words dissolved into incoherent sounds as he continued. Her grip on the sheets tightened, her knuckles turning white as the tension in her body built higher and higher.
"You’re so close, aren’t you?" he asked, his tone low and knowing, his fingers curling just right as his thumb pressed down a little harder. Her response was a strangled moan, her hips moving instinctively to meet his hand.
"That’s it," Ekko murmured, his voice soft and soothing, yet charged with an intensity that sent shivers down Jinx's spine. "Let go for me, Jinx. I’ve got you."
Her body obeyed his command as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Like a dam finally breaking, her orgasm crashed over her in waves, her walls spasming tightly around his fingers as she cried out. Ekko stayed with her through every moment, his movements gentle but steady, coaxing her through the peak as his lips curled into a satisfied smile.
"There it is..." he whispered, his tone filled with a quiet pride as he watched her come undone beneath him.
Jinx’s chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, her hand shakily brushing a few stray beads of sweat from her forehead. The heat of the room, combined with the intensity of her release, had left her flushed and glistening, and she couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh. "Fucking New York heating," she muttered, her voice tinged with breathless amusement. "Always turns this place into a sauna the second it gets cold out."
She was still lost in her post-orgasm haze, her thoughts swirling, when she felt Ekko's hand graze her thigh, his touch grounding her. Startled, she looked up, her gaze locking onto him as he stood from the floor. Her attention sharpened as she realized he was unbuttoning his pants, his movements unhurried but purposeful. The fabric slid down his legs, pooling on the floor at his feet as he stepped out of them.
Ekko’s hand rested lightly on her thigh as he leaned forward, his dark eyes searching hers. "You okay, baby?" he asked softly, his voice warm with concern.
Jinx propped herself up on her elbows, her blue hair falling messily around her shoulders as she took him in. Her gaze roamed over him, appreciating every inch of his toned, sweat-slicked body. She let out a self-deprecating scoff, shaking her head. "Yeah, I’m fine," she said, a teasing smile pulling at her lips. "I’m just a sweaty mess. Sorry about that."
Ekko chuckled, shaking his head as he leaned over her, pressing her gently back against the mattress. His hands braced on either side of her, caging her in as his face hovered just above hers. "You’re hot when I make you a sweaty mess," he teased, his voice low and filled with a playful edge.
Jinx giggled, her hands finding their way to his chest. Her fingers trailed lazily over his skin, tracing the contours of his muscles before moving lower, her touch deliberate and teasing. Her fingertips brushed over his length, her grin widening at the sound of his sharp inhale.
She wrapped her hand around him, her grip firm but teasing as she began to stroke him slowly. Ekko groaned low in his throat, his head dipping slightly as his eyes fluttered closed, his breath hitching at her touch. The sound sent a thrill through her, and she giggled again, biting her lip as she looked up at him.
"Then why don’t you fuck this sweaty mess?" she said, her voice dripping with mischief, her grin turning wicked as she gave him a playful squeeze.
Ekko’s eyes snapped open, the teasing glint in them now replaced by something darker, more primal. He smirked down at her, his voice a low growl as he murmured, "Oh, don’t worry, baby. I intend to."
He leaned down, capturing her lips in a heated, fervent kiss that seemed to burn away everything else—the too-warm room, the sounds of the city outside, the clutter of their apartment. None of it mattered. It was just the two of them, their bodies pressed together, their shared heat and desire radiating between them like a living thing. Their lips moved with an urgency that bordered on desperation, a clash of teeth and tongue interspersed with soft, teasing bites. Each kiss was hungrier than the last, filled with the intensity of a love that knew no restraint.
Ekko groaned into her mouth as her hand continued its slow, torturous rhythm. Her fingers moved skillfully along his length, her thumb grazing over the sticky bead of precum at his tip, spreading it with a teasing motion that sent a shiver through him. His hips bucked involuntarily at the sensation, a low moan escaping him as his body tightened with anticipation.
Jinx pulled back from the kiss, her lips swollen and parted as her chest heaved with shallow breaths. Her eyes locked onto his, her voice trembling with raw need as she spoke. "I want you," she whispered, her tone soft yet demanding. "Please, Ekko—I fucking need you."
Without waiting for a response, she reached down, her hand guiding him to her soaked entrance. The sudden, tantalizing brush of his tip against her wet heat made Ekko gasp, his eyes fluttering shut as a surge of pleasure coursed through him. His hands gripped her thighs tightly, steadying himself as he let out a shaky breath.
"Okay," he murmured, his voice low and unsteady as he nodded. "I’ve got you, baby."
He adjusted his position, his hands moving to her hips as he slowly began to push into her, his tip easing past her entrance. Jinx let out a sharp gasp, her head falling back against the sheets as her back arched in response. Her body tensed briefly at the sudden stretch, a faint tinge of discomfort flickering across her features. But as he paused, giving her time to adjust, the sensation melted into something deeper, something more intoxicating.
"Keep going," she urged softly, her voice hitching as she shifted beneath him, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. "Don’t stop."
Ekko nodded, his gaze fixed on her as he continued, his thrusts shallow at first, giving her only the tip before slowly sinking deeper with each movement. Her warmth surrounded him, so tight and hot it was almost overwhelming. His hands slid to her waist, gripping her firmly as he planted his feet on the floor for better leverage, allowing him to push further into her.
Jinx moaned loudly, her nails digging into his shoulders as her body met his thrusts, urging him on. The pain was long gone, replaced by a pleasure so intense it left her breathless. She clung to him, her body writhing beneath his as he filled her completely, each thrust drawing a new sound from her lips.
"Fuck," Ekko groaned, his voice rough as he struggled to maintain control. She felt like fire around him, her heat and tightness threatening to push him over the edge far too soon. But he held on, focusing instead on the way her body responded to him—the way she arched into his touch, the way her moans grew louder with every movement.
Her legs tightened around his hips, locking him into place as she urged him deeper. "Harder," she begged, her voice breaking as her hands tangled in his hair. "Please, Ekko. I need more."
He obeyed without hesitation, his thrusts growing stronger, more deliberate, as he pounded into her. The bed creaked beneath them, the sound mingling with their ragged breaths and the sharp cries of pleasure that filled the room. Ekko couldn’t take his eyes off her, couldn’t look away from the way she unraveled beneath him. Her flushed cheeks, her sweat-slicked skin, the way her mouth parted with every gasp—it was all-consuming.
"You’re so beautiful," he whispered, his voice trembling as he leaned down to capture her lips again. She kissed him back with equal fervor, her fingers clawing at his back as she felt herself spiraling closer to the edge.
Ekko’s focus remained unbroken, his grip on her hips tightening as he moved with a mix of deliberate passion and unrestrained need. He poured everything into each thrust, his every movement measured yet deeply instinctive, driven by the sheer intensity of the moment. He could feel her body trembling beneath him, her nails raking along his back, and it only fueled his desire to see her fall apart completely in his arms.
Then he felt it—a light brush of her hand against his, guiding him upward. His movements faltered briefly, his gaze flickering to her face as she broke the silence between them. Her flushed cheeks and sweat-dampened hair framed the fire in her eyes, her pupils blown wide with need. "Fucking choke me," she muttered, her voice rough but commanding, her breath catching as she arched her back slightly to press closer to him.
For a moment, Ekko froze, his breath hitching at her request. They’d played with this before, but he was still cautious, unsure yet determined to meet her where she needed him. His mind briefly flashed to the hours spent scrolling through guides and YouTube videos, making sure he understood exactly what to do and how to keep her safe. Clearing his throat, he adjusted his position, his hand moving deliberately to her throat.
His thumb pressed lightly against the side of her neck, his fingers curling carefully around it. He applied pressure, firm yet controlled, his touch measured to avoid harm while giving her exactly what she wanted. Her sharp intake of breath and the way her lips parted in response reassured him, and he leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "Tell me if it’s too much, baby."
Jinx’s only response was a throaty moan, her head tilting back to expose more of her neck to him as her eyes fluttered shut. She trusted him completely, her body surrendering to the intoxicating combination of his thrusts and the pressure on her throat. The light constriction made her head spin, her senses heightening with every movement. Her world narrowed to the feeling of Ekko—his hands, his body, his lips—driving her further into bliss.
Her breath came in shallow, ragged gasps as he thrust harder, his hips snapping against hers with a precision that left her trembling. She moaned loudly, her voice raw and unrestrained, her hands clawing at his shoulders as her body responded to the overwhelming pleasure. The dual sensations—the steady pounding of his hips and the pressure at her throat—left her dizzy, her thoughts scattering as she floated on the edge of control.
Ekko’s gaze remained locked on her, his dark eyes burning with intensity as he watched her fall apart beneath him. She was stunning, her sweat-slicked skin glowing in the dim light of their room, her lips parted as soft, breathy sounds escaped her. Her body arched toward him, begging for more, and he obliged, leaning down to capture her lips in a searing kiss.
Their mouths clashed with fervor, a mix of teeth and tongue as the kiss grew hungrier. Ekko’s teeth caught her lower lip, biting down gently before soothing the sting with a soft suck. Jinx moaned into his mouth, her body writhing beneath his as the sensations coursing through her became almost too much to bear.
She pulled back slightly, her eyes fluttering open to meet his, her gaze hazy with pleasure. "Don’t stop," she murmured, her voice barely audible but laced with desperation. "Please, Ekko—don’t stop."
He pressed his forehead against hers, his hand still firm but controlled around her throat as his other arm slid beneath her, lifting her hips slightly to change his angle. "I’ve got you," he whispered, his voice low and rough, filled with a tenderness that contrasted with the intensity of his movements.
The new angle sent shockwaves through her, pushing her closer to the edge with each deep, deliberate thrust. Jinx’s cries of pleasure filled the room, her voice raw and unrestrained as her body tightened around him, every nerve alive with sensation. Her fingers gripped the sheets beneath her, her nails digging into the fabric as her head tilted back, offering him everything. Each ragged breath, each searing kiss, consumed her entirely. In that moment, nothing existed but Ekko and the overwhelming ecstasy he gave her.
But just as the tension in her body threatened to spill over, Ekko loosened his grip on her neck and pulled out of her. The sudden loss made her whimper, her hips lifting instinctively to chase his retreating warmth. “Ekko,” she whined, her tone laced with desperation and need, but she didn’t have long to protest.
With a swift, practiced motion, he flipped her over, pressing her onto her stomach. She let out a breathless laugh as he guided her forward, her body sinking into the plush mattress. The sheets felt cool against her overheated skin as she wriggled beneath him, her breath catching when she felt his hands slide down her back. The bed shifted under his weight as he climbed over her, his cock brushing against her ass in a way that sent sparks shooting through her.
Jinx’s smile widened as she felt him lean down, his lips brushing against her ear. His breath was warm and ragged, each word dripping with unfiltered adoration. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his voice trembling with both awe and desire.
Her cheeks flushed at the praise, but before she could respond, he straddled her thighs, his hands guiding himself back to her slick heat. The head of his cock slipped between her folds, teasing her with slow, deliberate movements before he pushed back inside her. Jinx gasped, her body arching as he filled her again, the sensation almost too much after being so close to the edge before.
“Ekko,” she moaned, her voice muffled by the bunched-up comforter beneath her as her fingers clutched the sheets tightly. The stretch of him, the way he moved with precision and care, sent a jolt of pleasure through her that made her toes curl.
He leaned down, pressing his chest against her back, his hands sliding up her sides until one found its way to her neck again. Wrapping his fingers gently around her throat, he lifted her head slightly, forcing her to meet the tilt of his face. "You’re mine," he whispered against her ear, his voice low and possessive, his lips brushing the shell of her ear before he pressed a soft, lingering kiss there.
His other hand gripped her hip, holding her steady as he set a deep, rhythmic pace. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through her, her body responding to him with a raw, primal need. She moaned loudly as his teeth grazed the junction of her shoulder and neck, biting down just enough to leave a mark. The combination of his hand on her throat, his teeth on her skin, and the unrelenting pace of his hips was intoxicating, leaving her trembling beneath him.
Jinx felt her world narrowing again, every sensation heightened as Ekko’s movements grew more deliberate, his cock dragging against her in a way that left her breathless. Her moans turned into cries, her body pressing back against his with every thrust as if trying to take him deeper. The tension in her core coiled tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment.
Ekko held her close, his hand firm but careful on her neck, his lips never straying far from her skin. He pressed his forehead against her shoulder, his voice a rough whisper as he murmured, “You’re perfect, Jinx. So fucking perfect.”
Her response was a choked moan, her body trembling beneath him as her hips bucked instinctively, seeking release. Ekko’s movements quickened, his thrusts growing less precise but more urgent as he chased his own high. The room was filled with the sound of their shared ecstasy—the creak of the bed, their ragged breaths, and the raw, unfiltered sounds of pleasure that escaped their lips. In that moment, the world outside ceased to exist; it was just the two of them, utterly and completely consumed by each other.
Ekko felt the tension in his core building to an unbearable peak, his breath hot and uneven as it fanned across her back. He buried himself deep inside her one last time as his release hit him, his body shuddering with the intensity of it. A guttural groan escaped his lips as he spilled into her, the waves of pleasure leaving him momentarily lightheaded. His chest heaved as he leaned down, pressing soft, lingering kisses to her damp skin—her shoulder, the back of her neck, the curve of her spine. Each kiss was an unspoken thank-you, a reverent acknowledgment of the intimacy they shared.
Jinx lay beneath him, utterly spent, her body slack against the mattress as she tried to catch her breath. Her wild hair clung to her flushed cheeks, damp with sweat, and her eyes fluttered closed for a moment as the aftershocks coursed through her. Ekko eased himself out of her carefully, mindful of her sensitivity, and shifted onto his knees, his body still trembling slightly from the intensity of their connection.
He gazed down at her for a moment, drinking in the sight of her—her skin glowing with the sheen of sweat, her chest rising and falling as she fought to steady her breath. She was a vision of chaos and beauty, completely undone yet somehow still radiating the fiery energy that had always drawn him to her. A soft smile tugged at his lips as he reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek before sliding down to her thigh.
With a surprising burst of energy, Ekko flipped her onto her back, wanting—needing—to see her face. He leaned over her, his hands ghosting over her sides, ready to coax another round out of both of them. He began stroking himself, determined to get hard again, but as his gaze locked onto hers, he hesitated. Jinx’s face was flushed, her hair a tangled mess around her, and her eyes struggled to stay open, heavy with exhaustion. Sweat trickled down her temple, and she looked absolutely wrecked—but in the most beautiful, perfect way.
“Ekko,” she muttered, her voice low and slurred with fatigue. “No, no, I can go again. I promise.”
Her words were defiant, but her body told a different story. Ekko shook his head with a soft chuckle, leaning down to scoop her up gently. “You’re exhausted, Jinx,” he murmured, ignoring her weak protests as he shifted her higher on the bed, adjusting the pillows beneath her head.
She let out a soft huff, her eyes narrowing playfully even as she struggled to stay awake. “I’m not that tired,” she muttered, though her voice betrayed her, cracking slightly as she tried to sound convincing. “I can handle another round. Just give me a minute.”
Ekko climbed onto the bed beside her, his strong arms wrapping around her waist as he pulled her close. He rested his head on her stomach, his ear pressed to her skin as he listened to the steady rhythm of her breathing. The heat of the room was stifling, but he didn’t care. The warmth of her body beneath him was more than enough, a soothing contrast to the fiery passion they’d just shared.
Jinx rolled her eyes dramatically, her fingers finding their way to his dreads. She began to play with them absentmindedly, her touch soft and calming as she sighed. “Baby,” she whispered, her tone laced with a mix of stubbornness and affection, “I can go again. I promise.”
Ekko chuckled softly, his breath warm against her skin as he tilted his head up to look at her. His dark eyes sparkled with amusement as he leaned forward, pressing a tender kiss to the center of her chest, right above her heart. “You’re tired,” he said gently, his voice filled with both teasing and care. “Maybe in the morning.”
Jinx let out a mock groan, though her lips curved into a faint smile as she gave in to his logic. “Fine,” she muttered, her fingers threading through his hair again. “But only because I love you.”
Ekko smiled, his heart swelling at her words as he nuzzled closer, letting his head rest against her once more. “Love you too,” he whispered, his voice soft and steady, a perfect contrast to the chaos of their love. The room fell into a peaceful silence, their bodies entwined as they basked in the warmth of each other, the night drawing them into a shared serenity that was entirely their own.