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Ekko opens the door to his apartment with a tired sigh. He was forced to witness Jayce and Viktor butt heads for two hours on the environmental pros and cons of using solar energy to power their project as if they didn’t have to present it next week.

He can’t wait to get this stupid collaboration over with so he can go back to working on his own projects where he doesn’t have to deal with this kind of shit on a near-daily basis.

“Oh, you’re back. Hey!” Jinx greets from the kitchen.

At the sight of her, he nearly drops his keys. She’s standing with her back facing him, wearing only a t-shirt. Specifically his t-shirt. And because she’s standing on her toes – stretching one of her arms to reach for the top shelf of the cabinet – the fabric rides up, exposing her ass adorned in delicate, black lace.

Ekko briefly feels his soul leave his body. Great, now he gets to deal with this shit instead.

You see, Ekko had made the mistake of agreeing to go to a bar with Jinx and her friends so he could drive them back home if she got too wasted.

And because Jinx had some of the worst friends on the planet, one of them had the gall to ask him, “So Ekko, do you consider yourself an ass or boobs guy?”

“Never talk to me again," was his only response before Jinx smacked his arm. He frowned at her. "What?"

"Don't be rude and answer Dustin's question," she insisted, clearly already drunk herself if the rosy color of her cheeks was anything to go off.

"Why do you care?" he sighed, exasperated.

Dustin snickered, "Because she has no tits– Ouch." In response, Jinx kicked his shin underneath the table.

"Shut the fuck up. You can walk home." Ignoring the way Dustin whined in protest across the table, Jinx turned back to Ekko. "So which is sexier?"

Ekko felt like he was walking into a trap, so he took a long, deliberate sip of his water before he set down the glass and answered, "It doesn't matter, all women are beautiful."

She snorted. "You're so full of shit." Before Ekko could protest, she hummed in consideration and continued, "What about me, then? Am I sexy?"

"Again," Ekko rubbed his temple in exhaustion because fuck, he could've used a drink too but unfortunately he was the one driving, "why do you care?"

"Well, why are you," she removed the straw from her cocktail and used it to accusingly point at him, ignoring the way liquid dripped over the table, "being so cagey about it? It's just a yes-or-no question."

Ran, who until then was perfectly content ignoring them, jumped in and said, "Maybe the answer is no and he's sparing your feelings. Take the loss."

Jinx's head whirled back in Ekko's direction and she glared at him. "Oh, so I'm not sexy?"

After contemplating ditching them all and driving home by himself, he decided against it and deadpanned, "I literally didn't say anything."

"Your silence speaks volumes," she scoffed.

And at that point, Ekko considered it a lost cause and just let her assume whatever she wanted. Because Ekko did think Jinx was sexy. That didn't mean he was about to tell her that though.

He's known her since he was twelve. They became fast friends and Ekko fell just as fast. As they got older, it progressed from just an innocent crush where his stomach did flips when she smiled at him, to this salacious desire. 

She'd throw her head back and laugh, and he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to see her head thrown back in a different context. He’d catch himself staring at her lips, wondering what it’d be like to put his on hers. And he’d think about her at night, imagining her hands were touching him instead.

But when anyone questioned their relationship, Jinx was very adamant in insisting that they were just friends– best friends even – and that their being in any sort of romantic relationship would be weird. So Ekko buried these feelings and kept them to himself, perfectly content with just being her friend. 

He thought he’d get over it eventually, even tried dating different people to no avail. He was still hung up on the one person he’d never get to be with, and after that eventful evening, said person seemed determined to put him in an early grave.

It started off fairly mild, he didn’t even realize what was happening. 

At first, she walked around in low-hanging sweatpants and a sports bra. His eyes were drawn to the pale, lean skin of her stomach before he snapped them back up to her face. He wasn’t some horny teenager anymore, get it the fuck together, Ekko. It just caught him off-guard because he was used to Jinx walking around their apartment in large hoodies and baggy sweats.

“You going to work out?” he asked.

“Oh, I’m just more comfortable like this,” she answered, leaning forward over the table and giving him a clear view of her cleavage, which he avoided looking at like it was an Olympic sport. “It’s really hot, you know?”

He frowned in confusion. “It’s November.”

She huffed a frustrated breath. “So what? We’re indoors.”

“Okay…Well, I’m off to take a shower.”

The next…incident was the following morning. 

Jinx and Ekko had pretty clear agreements on their showering arrangement. He’d shower in the evening and she would shower in the morning so they’d never conflict with the other person’s schedule. Since he was an early riser unlike her, he’d wake up in the morning and take care of his business in the bathroom while leaving her plenty of time to shower afterward.

He was in the bathroom brushing his teeth when he caught Jinx entering behind him through the mirror. However, it was currently six a.m. which wasn’t a time she’d typically be awake at. His brows furrowed in confusion and he turned his head to figure out if he was seeing things– before he almost choked on his toothbrush.

Because what he didn’t catch in the mirror was what she was wearing. Or what she wasn’t wearing for lack of a better term. Clad in only a towel, she walked in and curiously turned her head to Ekko, who currently looked like he couldn’t remember how to breathe.

“Oh, good morning." She grinned, apparently unaware of the fact that she nearly killed him right then and there. “I decided to try your morning person bullshit for once.”

Whatever she just told him did not register because he was still caught up in her state of undress. She’d put her hair up in a bun, exposing the graceful line of her neck and the slope of her spine, the vision getting cut off by a fluffy, white towel covering the rest of her backside. 

However, that towel barely reached her upper thighs. Ekko’s eyes were drawn to the faint freckles on the back of her thighs and to the way the towel only barely covered her ass. Slightly hysterical, he wondered whether all their bigger towels were currently in the laundry or some shit.

“Ekko?” His eyes snapped up to her face, and he saw her lips rise in a cheeky smile. Shit, she definitely caught him. “Are you going to leave or do you want to watch me shower?”

Yes. He desperately thought, trying to ignore the fact that his blood was most definitely rushing south at the moment. Was this a goddamn wet dream? He was way too old for that shit. 

With his last remaining thread of sanity, he quickly turned around and rinsed his mouth, before rushing out of the bathroom. He may have needed to go for a cold morning shower that day as well, given the half-hard state his dick was in.

It was only after the third incident that Ekko connected the dots. 

He came home to eat lunch, as he and Jinx would occasionally do if their schedules aligned. It had been a productive morning at work, so he entered the apartment cheerfully humming a tune. However, when he caught sight of Jinx in their living room, he abruptly stopped, and nearly dropped the sandwiches he'd bought them.

His eyes were laser-focused on one of Jinx's thighs, which she'd hiked up on the couch as she pulled a stocking over it and then secured it with a garter belt. 

In contrast to her pale skin, the lingerie set she had on was bright pink. Of course it was. That was her favorite color. And it looked so fucking good on her that Ekko was rapidly losing the ability to pick his jaw off the floor.

She turned to him with a grin. As if she wasn't currently on full display for him in nothing but underwear. "Oh, you're back! So what's for lunch?"

"What the fuck?" was the only response he was able to muster, his brain short-circuiting at the sight of Jinx in the middle of their apartment, wearing nothing but scraps of lace, as if this was just a normal thing she did every single Wednesday.

"I went shopping." She did a little twirl for him, which revealed that she was wearing a thong too. "Do I look good?"

Why the fuck was she asking him that? Had he died or something? Because there was no way this was real. At this point, he was waiting for Ashton Kutcher or some shit to walk out of his bathroom and tell him he got Punk'd.

Waiting on his answer, she crossed her arms. The movement drew his attention to her scantily clad chest. She was wearing a longline bra with a little bow at the center. It pushed her breasts up, giving him an ample view of her cleavage. The lace was transparent enough that he could see a peek of her nipples through it and it made him want to take it off and–

Ekko was done for. 

After recovering the ability to speak he asked, "Why are you trying on your underwear in the living room?"

"The lighting is better and there's a big mirror here," she reasoned.

Which had to be some of the dumbest shit Ekko had ever heard because she wasn't even standing anywhere near that mirror and he knew she had a full-body mirror in her room as well.

He raised an eyebrow at her flawed logic. "So you decided to try on lingerie at the exact moment you knew I'd be home because of the lighting?"

"Yeah, what does it matter?" She shrugged and reached for the shopping bag on the couch, pulling out a transparent babydoll dress. "Thought I wasn't sexy anyway?"

Something clicked in Ekko's head at her words, and now, he was speechless for an entirely different reason. That was it? That was the reason Jinx had been blue balling him for three consecutive days now? It was because he wouldn't say she was sexy. 

Aside from the heat of arousal, anger began to boil inside of him as well. This was insane and incredibly stupid, but really, he should've expected no less from Jinx after knowing her for so long. 

And because Ekko was now pissed and had clearly lost his mind as well, he dug himself into a deeper grave by being incredibly petty and responding, "You're right. I guess it doesn't matter."

He’d definitely set himself up to suffer but it was almost worth the nonplussed look on Jinx’s face as Ekko casually set their lunch down on the table and said, “Damn, I forgot to buy drinks. Do we still have some in the fridge?”

The sight of Jinx standing there, still holding that damn babydoll dress and looking at him like he’d gone insane was almost comical. But Ekko was now determined not to give her the satisfaction of knowing she turned him on.

So adding fuel to the fire, he curiously raised an eyebrow and asked, “Are you going to eat lunch like that, or do you want to put on some clothes first?”

“Huh?” As if she’d snapped out of a trance, Jinx quickly put away the babydoll dress. “Right. I’ll just…put these away and be right back.” 

She scurried off to her room and Ekko definitely stared at her ass the entire way there, but she had her back turned to him so she didn’t need to know. Just as she didn’t need to know that he took advantage of this opportunity to quickly run to the bathroom and take care of himself before she noticed the effect she had on him when she came back.

This deranged tug-of-war where she would act wildly inappropriate in their apartment, while he pretended to be unfazed, has been going on for two weeks now. 

Ekko has never considered his libido unusually high but the number of cold showers he’d taken and frustrated jerk-off sessions he’s had these last two weeks might beg to differ. And none of it even helps because Jinx will just do something else to get him worked up all over again.

However, for the last two days, she’s been acting surprisingly normal. No inappropriate outfits, breaching his personal space more than usual, or sexual innuendos (usually all at the same time). Just his normal friend and roommate who’d lay upside down on the couch in oversized hoodies while playing Animal Crossing and who may occasionally demand hugs if she's feeling affectionate.

And maybe Ekko should've been more worried about this fact. It felt like the calm before the storm. But he was so preoccupied with this project that he couldn't bring himself to worry about it. So of course, he had to come back home to this. He can't even be surprised that she's pulling this shit again. But now even using his clothes for it? That is just unfair.

His eyes quickly snap up to her face as she turns to him with a grin. "So how was work?"

Rather than answering her question, he sighs and asks, "Why are you wearing my t-shirt?"

"My stuff's in the laundry and I didn't think you’d care if I wore one of yours." Her hands grip the hem of his shirt and he tracks the movement distrustfully. "But if it bothers you so much, I'll take it off." 

Ekko doesn't think he's ever moved as fast in his life, but he's out of the hallway and in the kitchen in record time, quickly grabbing her forearms to stop her movements as she's already pulled the shirt halfway up, her midriff exposed to him.

The shirt is too large for her, and pulling it up reveals how small she looks beneath it. And it’s not as if he never knew how lithe her body is – with a waist almost small enough for Ekko to wrap both his hands around. 

The fact that she’s wearing a shirt that’s too big for her, however, amplifies this fact. His eyes travel from the curve of her waist down her lean stomach and to the jut of her hips, wrapped in black lace, contrasting her pale skin– 

And Ekko realizes he's staring, so he quickly snaps his eyes back up to her face and sees Jinx smirking at him. Shit, she definitely knows he was staring too.

He makes an effort to keep his expression as neutral as possible, despite the fact that he's more akin to a deer caught in the headlights at the moment. 

"Fine then, keep it." He shrugs, pulling her arms and his shirt back down so she, at the very least, doesn’t drive him mad even more by walking around half-naked. "It's not a big deal."

Jinx narrows her eyes at him, her nose scrunching with the furrow of her eyebrows. Ekko knows that expression and has some concerns. Because it means she's plotting something, and it won't end well for him if the last two weeks are anything to go off.

Eventually, she just huffs a breath and turns back to the counter. "Cool, well I'm making dinner. You want any?"

After deliberating what she could possibly be up to, he suspiciously responds, “...Nah, I already ate.” 

He’s on guard for the rest of the evening, but aside from her state of undress, she acts surprisingly normal. They talk about their days, crack stupid jokes, swap ideas, and sit down on the couch to play video games while Jinx bitches about her sister-in-law. She throws her legs over his lap as they sit on the couch, but that’s not unusual for them. 

It’s also miles better than all the times the past two weeks where she decided to plop down right on his fucking lap, while he pretended not to care and furiously tried to solve math formulas in his head to not get an erection.

So he decides to relax, and after taking a shower, Ekko plops down on his bed with a tired sigh. At least he got a peaceful evening but he still needs all the rest he can get. Work and the torture Jinx has decided to put him through are doing a number on him so he's beat. 

After checking his alarm clocks, he puts his phone on his nightstand and gets beneath his blankets. At least he can catch a break when he's asleep.

In retrospect, you could argue he – pun intended – jinxed it. 

Ekko's a light sleeper, so he’s instantly awake when he feels a tap on his shoulder and hears a whisper of "Hey, are you asleep?" 

He sighs, deeply exhausted. A man can’t even catch a break when he’s trying to sleep. With a tired groan, he reluctantly opens his eyes. “Not anymore, thanks for that.”

“You’re welcome!” she cheerfully replies, pulling back the blanket and plopping down on his bed. “Now let me sleep here. The heater broke in my room and I’m freezing my ass off.”

“What?” At that, he instantly jolts awake. “Hell no.”

“Don’t be so stingy.” She scoffs, ignoring him and crawling into his bed anyway. “What if I die of hypothermia or something? You’ll lose your best friend and would have to pay rent all by yourself.”

She lies down beside him, her feet brushing against his, and Ekko curses, “Fuck– Your feet are like ice!”

“That’s why I’m saying you should let me sleep here!” she insists as if she didn’t just ignore his protests and got in his bed anyway.

“Just sleep on the couch.”

“Rude.” She grabs one of his free pillows and smacks him with it. “I don’t pay rent to freeze my ass off.”

“Maybe your ass wouldn’t be freezing if you covered it with some clothes.”

“Telling me what to wear? Sexist of you.”

He shoots her an unimpressed look and gets out of bed. “Okay fine, I’ll sleep on the couch then.”

She grabs his arm and pulls him back with a frustrated groan. “Ugh, just sleep in your own bed.” She suspiciously squints at him. “Why are you so bothered about sharing a bed with your unsexy friend anyway?"

"First of all, it's because you kick in your sleep," he deadpans, "and second of all, if I call you sexy will you finally leave me alone?"

"First of all, that's when I was eleven. People change." She rolls her eyes. "And second of all, no because it wouldn't be sincere."

He sighs. “Okay fine, we can both sleep here under one condition.”

She perks up. “Sure, sure. What is it?”

Several minutes later, Jinx lies on her back beside him. Ekko can almost sense her unimpressed expression even though he can’t see her over the stack of pillows lined between them.

“You have to be joking right now," she grumbles.

“Nope. My bed, my rules.”

“The blanket’s barely even covering me with all these pillows between us!” she complains, smacking one of them in frustration.

“Then get your own blanket,” Ekko groans. Maybe he should’ve moved in with Scar instead, but he figured living with Jinx was easier than living with a single father and his baby. He now realizes he was very wrong. 

He tries to close his eyes and fall asleep, but it proves to be a challenge when he hears Jinx tossing and turning on the other side of his bed.

“This won’t do,” she eventually says, “I’m a sleep cuddler, I can’t sleep like this.”

“Cuddle with a pillow, there’s plenty right next to you,” he replies, too annoyed to so much as open his eyes at this point.

For a moment it’s completely silent, and at her lack of response, Ekko heaves a tired sigh and tries to will himself to sleep. This entire debacle woke him up. Luckily he doesn’t have anywhere to be in the morning, but he’s naturally an early riser regardless of the time he goes to sleep. 

However, he should’ve known better than to expect the blessed silence to last because he already knows Jinx is still awake when he feels the mattress shift beneath her movements.

"Is it really such a big deal?" she asks, her voice uncharacteristically quiet. "There's nothing weird about admitting your friends are sexy."

Ekko's exhausted and must not be thinking straight because of the sexually frustrating roller coaster the last two weeks of his life have been. That can be the only logical explanation as to why that simple question, as opposed to all the ways she's been working him up, proves to be the final straw.

So he moves a pillow away, turning his head so he can look her straight in the eye as reveals something he’d otherwise be content to bottle up for the rest of his life.

“If I told you you're sexy,” despite the steady cadence of his voice,  he can hear his heart hammering in his ears, "I wouldn't be telling you as a friend."

For a moment she just stares at him, her expression unreadable. Ekko feels dread rise in the pit of his stomach. He’s not entirely sure what her angle was this entire time, but maybe this isn’t what she wanted to hear and he just ruined a lifelong friendship.

He doesn’t know what reaction to expect but it certainly isn’t for Jinx to smack all the pillows off the bed and hover over him, placing both her hands beside his head for support. 

And Ekko can see her mental gears working, her mouth closing and opening over and over again as she still tries to process what he just told her. It would make him laugh if he wasn’t too apprehensive to do so at the moment.

“Okay,” she eventually responds, her voice breathy, “then don’t say it as a friend.”

And now it’s his turn to be speechless, he’s feeling so much at once he can barely process it all – surprise, relief, elation, nerves, excitement – but he ends up settling on confusion. 

“Wait. What the fuck were the last couple of weeks about then?” He raises an eyebrow. 

Jinx looks at him like he’s insane, which arguably he might’ve gone over these two weeks but it’s still a valid question. 

“Ekko,” she starts, clearly confused as well, “why the fuck would I walk around in lingerie for you if I didn’t want you?”

He’s baffled at her response. His irritation flares again and he argues, “You told me it was for the lighting or some bullshit!”

“And you believed that?!” She challenges.

“No! But I don’t know what that fucking means, Jinx! Use your words.”

“Well,” she grumbles, averting her eyes, “you wouldn’t say I was sexy so I thought…maybe you didn’t want me.”

He sighs, deeply exhausted from what has most certainly been the dumbest experience of his life. There are still a lot of things he wants to say and ask, but for now, he’s established that the attraction is mutual and Jinx has been getting him worked up for a purpose. And she achieved her goal because Ekko wants and she’s right on top of him, wearing his fucking t-shirt of all things. 

Finally giving in to the desire, he wraps his hands around her neck, pulling her head down and pressing his mouth against hers. She makes a noise of surprise before she relaxes into the kiss, sighing as he moves his lips against hers. He licks her lips and she opens her mouth, allowing him to slip his tongue in.

Jinx leans down until she's laying with her chest pressed flush against his, slinging a thigh over his hip. Ekko moves his hands, wrapping an arm around her waist, and using his other hand to firmly grab her hip and pull her closer until she's properly straddling him. 

The position causes their centers to align, and he feels her quietly gasp against his mouth. But she otherwise doesn't break the kiss, taking advantage of the angle to softly undulate her hips against his. His arousal stirs at the feel of her heat against him, his head spinning from desire and his blood traveling south. 

Her lips feel soft as they move against his, the occasional brush of her tongue further stoking the heat of his arousal. She kisses him so eagerly that Ekko feels like he can't breathe. And he can tell she's no better above him, letting out quiet gasps of pleasure against his mouth while continuing the gyration of her hips down on his growing hardness. 

Her obvious excitement makes him grow bolder. His hands traverse her body, slipping underneath her shirt (which is actually his shirt) to tease her spine – enjoying the soft feel of her skin – before he wraps them around her waist to support her movements. 

Fuck. He was right. Her waist is almost small enough for him to completely wrap his hands around it.

It's almost a surreal experience – kissing Jinx – it's something he's wanted to do for so long, but he had no expectations of it ever happening. He didn't think she wanted him the same way he wanted her, yet here they are, in his bed because Jinx has apparently been trying to seduce him–

The gears in Ekko's head start to turn, and a sudden bout of clarity cuts through the haze of lust, making him abruptly break the kiss. He places his hands on her hips to still her movements, before shooting her an unimpressed look

She blinks above him, looking dazed before she eventually frowns, confused. "What?"

"Your heater isn't actually broken, is it?"

"Hm," she looks contemplative before she shoots him an impish grin, "who knows?"

He groans in exasperation, his head falling back against the pillow. "You're insane."

She hums in consideration, leaning down to press light kisses against the exposed skin of his neck. "Insanely sexy?"

Jinx firmly sucks at the skin of his neck and grazes over it with her teeth. Ekko groans, not entirely sure if it's because of her ministrations or in aggravation. 

"Yeah, yeah. You're sexy," he finally admits, "and a fucking pain in the ass."

She lays one final kiss on his jaw before looking back at him and joking, "Wow, I didn't know you were into that, but if that's what you want."

He rolls his eyes and because he's petty, he gives her ass one firm smack. She yelps and complains, "Thought you wanted me to be a pain in your ass?"

"You already are," he rebukes, "this is payback. You've been killing me for two whole weeks now."

"Oh, poor thing." She pats his cheek condescendingly, clearly not very apologetic at all. He shoots her an unimpressed look and watches as the corners of her mouth rise before she says, "Did I give you a hard time?"

"Shut up," he grumbles while Jinx cackles. 

She comes down from her amusement. Supporting her hands on his shoulders, Jinx heaves herself upright. She’s still smiling as she looks down at him, her eyes fond as her hands travel from his shoulders down his chest. “Since it’s my fault, it’s only fair I help you out.”

And maybe Ekko really is weak, because her looking at him like that is all it takes for him to feel hot all over again. She leisurely moves her hands down his chest and sneaks one beneath his shirt. Her nails lightly graze his abdomen, and he shivers at the featherlight touch. 

“Can you take off your shirt for me?” The words barely left her mouth before he shoots upright to pull his shirt over his head, throwing it aside. Jinx looks startled before she snorts, using her hand to cover her mouth.

He sighs. “Don’t say it.”

She shakes her head and clears her throat, her face uncharacteristically serious. “I didn’t say anything.”

He stares at her suspiciously, and she inevitably breaks, bursting into laughter again. He rolls his eyes and wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against him. 

“What did you fucking expect?” His hands move down to her ass, using the grip to move her hips against his. “You’ve been driving me insane for two weeks.”

She’s still laughing even though friction makes her moan. And she’s so fucking pretty like that, straddling his lap with her head thrown back as she laughs and lets out sounds of pleasure for him. 

And Ekko wants her so bad– has always wanted her. But now she’s actually here and she wants him too. It’s so surreal to him, he’s half-convinced that he might have actually just died at some point. 

He uses the access she unintentionally granted him to kiss her neck. He lets go of her ass, content to let her control the pace while his hands snake under her shirt again, exploring the soft skin there and working his way up and up, until he’s pulled the shirt over her chest. 

He looks at her breasts – perky, and small enough to fit in his mouth, with rosy nipples – and thinks they’re gorgeous. He thinks every part of her is gorgeous, much to his own detriment. 

The last two weeks certainly were a trial on Ekko’s self-control, to say the least, but he’s nothing if not patient. So he’s content to luxuriate in the feel of soft skin beneath his hands, appreciating the curves and edges of her body before slowly teasing the underside of her breasts.

“Why are you being such a tease?” she whines, biting her lower lip in frustration.

He arches an eyebrow, giving her an unimpressed look. “That’s rich coming from you.” 

“I’m allowed to be a tease,” she pouts, “it’s not fair when you do it.” 

He rolls his eyes and grabs the hem of his shirt, pushing it against her mouth. “Hold this so I don’t have to hear any more of your bullshit.”

“Rude.” The response is muffled with his shirt caught between her teeth. Despite her protests, she still holds it there though, allowing Ekko to continue touching her as he pleases. 

Deciding he has at least some mercy for her plight (unlike herself) he moves forward and takes one of her breasts in his mouth. He hears her whine above him, her noises muffled by his shirt as he sucks her areola, teasing her nipple with his tongue. 

She has one hand on his shoulder, using it to support herself above him. Her other hand wanders down his chest, briefly flicking his nipple – the touch making him moan against her breast – before it wanders down and down. She stops at his pelvis and briefly teases the waistband of his sweats before her hand moves further down, brushing against the outline of his hardness tenting through his pants.

He sharply inhales through his nose at the touch, but otherwise lets her do as she pleases. He moves his mouth to her other breast, making sure to lavish it with the same attention while Jinx firmly palms his hard length. 

The touch makes his hips buck up outside of his control, his teeth accidentally graze her nipple and he’s about to apologize when he hears her moan above him. So curiously, he continues to tease it between his teeth, her chest beginning to rise and fall with shallow breaths.

She releases his cock, dropping the shirt from her teeth, so she can bring her hand up to her mouth and lick the palm of it. She grasps the shirt between her teeth again before reaching down and slipping her fingers beneath the waistband of his pants. She tugs back his underwear so she can wrap her hand around his cock. The sensation makes Ekko groan against her breast, the vibrations causing her grip on his shoulder briefly tighten.

She twists her wrist from the shaft to the sensitive underside of the head as she slowly strokes the length of his cock. She moves the tip of her thumb to the head, teasing the sensitive slit there and spreading precum all over the head.

He moans at the pleasurable sensation of her hand on him, his thighs twitching whenever she teases the head. Her hand is much smaller than his own, and she occasionally loses her pace because of his mouth on her breast. But the fact that it’s Jinx’s hand on his cock alone is enough to make it feel amazing.

As she continues to stroke his hard length, Ekko decides to even the playing field. Wrapping one hand around the small of her waist to keep her steady, the other trails down her back, his knuckles brushing against her spine as he trails lower until he reaches her ass. He gives it one firm squeeze before his fingers trail down to her clothed center.

He teases her with his fingers, his cock twitching in interest when he feels how warm and wet she already is. He slides the damp, lacy fabric of her panties to the side so he can touch her folds directly. The heat radiating from her center, making Ekko dizzy at the thought of burying his cock into it.

He coats his fingers with her wetness, spreading it all over her folds and eventually moving forward to tease her sensitive nub. Jinx cries out at the touch, his shirt falling from her lips. He feels her chest rise and fall against his mouth more rapidly. Her touch on his cock becomes less focused, only lightly stroking him as she's too distracted to do much more than that.

He teases her entrance with his finger, pulling the digit back when he feels her hips buck back against it. He hears her huff a frustrated breath through her nose before she moves her hands to cup his cheeks. 

His mouth is yanked from her breast with a wet plop, a string of saliva breaking off where his mouth was connected to her skin. His head is pushed back, allowing him to properly see her face. She frowns down at him, lips red, her cheeks flushed and her pupils dilated from lust. 

She sounds breathy and strung up as she says, "I told you to stop being such a tease."

Ekko feels another tug of arousal in the pit of his stomach at how debauched she already looks from just a few touches. 

And really, he should be much more of a tease considering all torture she put him through. But he's always had a weak spot for her. So he just pulls her closer, placing light, apologetic kisses on her jawline before he teases her entrance again. 

He slowly inserts his finger, and she lets out a quiet moan as his finger sinks deeper into her heat. He groans at how tight she already feels when he’s only put one finger inside of her.

Placing her hands on his shoulders for support again, she whines, "Hmm…give me more." And what could Ekko possibly do other than oblige? 

He hums and continues to lay gentle kisses on her jaw, working his way down to her neck so he can suck at the sensitive skin there. He coats his index finger with her slick and slowly inserts it as well, moving his fingers against her inner walls until he finds the spot that makes her clench down hard.

He continues to fuck her with his fingers, intoxicated from the way her walls clench down on him and she grinds back against his hand. She's panting above him, releasing breathy moans while she squeezes his shoulders so hard that he can feel her nails digging into his flesh, her thighs trembling with the effort to support her.

One of her hands slides down from his shoulder to her clit, rubbing the sensitive bud while continuing to move her hips back against his fingers. 

"Mmm, Ekko…you're going to make me come," she moans, leaning her forehead against his, their faces so near he can feel her panting against his mouth.

He groans in response, his fingers moving faster inside of her, and he's surprised at how guttural his voice is when he responds, "Fuck– Come for me."

She squeezes her eyes shut and frantically nods, speeding up the movement of her own hand against her clit, her sounds of pleasure echoing through his room. His gaze bores into her as she gets closer to the edge. She looks so fucking good like this, he thinks he could look at her for the rest of his life. 

Eventually, she stills completely, her mouth opening in a soundless scream as her hips continue to sporadically buck back against his hand. He groans at the feel of her walls clenching down and throbbing around his fingers.

She slumps down against him, leaning her head on his shoulder while breathing hard from the physical exertion. Ekko stills the motions of his hand, slowly pulling his fingers out of her pussy. He hears her let out a quiet whine as he does, but she otherwise doesn't move, still slumped against him.

He waits for her to come down, brushing her hair aside so he can lay light kisses against her neck in the meantime. Eventually, she sits up straight again and cups his face between her hands, leaning forward to press her mouth against his.

She continues to lean forward while kissing him, he follows her movements until he's leaning back on his forearms. Jinx breaks the kiss and grabs onto his hand, still coated with her juices. 

She wraps her lips around the digits and licks off her own juices with a curious hum, her tongue pressing against the pads of his fingers. Ekko feels like his soul left his body at the action, deliriously turned on at this point.

"Hm, doesn't taste gross." She shrugs, letting go of his hand and shooting him a devious smile. "Want a taste too?"

He lets out a guttural sound and nods, unable to formulate a more coherent response. Her smile deepens and she lets go of his hand. She leans forward to kiss him again, and he groans at the heady taste of her arousal, still present on her lips. 

Before he can deepen the kiss, she separates their mouths and lays kisses all over his jaw instead. Her lips work their way to his ear, grazing her teeth against the lobe before she whispers, “Do you want to fuck me?”

Ekko lets out a shaky breath, his cock twitching in interest at the question. He groans, turning his head so their lips meet again. His tongue slips between her lips and she lets out a satisfied hum as his lips move against hers.

She breaks the kiss and laughs. "I'll take that as a yes."  

She heaves herself upright and moves off his hips. She slips her hands beneath the shirt and hooks her thumbs around the waistband of her panties, slipping them down her thighs.

Ekko eagerly follows, raising his hips off the bed to pull down his pants and boxers in a singular motion, kicking them off his legs once they're down far enough.

Jinx flings her panties to the side after she's finished taking them off. She reaches for the hem of his shirt next, but Ekko grabs her hand to stop her. She looks back at him, curiously raising an eyebrow.

"Keep it on," he insists, enthralled by the sight of her in his bed, disheveled and wearing nothing but his t-shirt, with her nipples peaked through the fabric, and dark marks blooming on her pale neck because he left them there.

She shoots another annoying, cheeky smile his way and asks, “Why?”

And really, what’s the point of fronting anymore? Ekko has made his attraction very clear, he’s turned on out of his mind, and it’s clearly mutual. So he sits up straight and pulls her closer until she moves to straddle him again.

“Because,” he starts, both moaning when the position presses their hips together, “you look so good, I want to fuck you while you wear it.”

She abruptly stops smiling and leans forward to kiss him again, grinding down on his hardness. He groans, his hands automatically squeezing her hips at the feel of her slick heat sliding directly against his cock. 

She breaks the kiss and nods. “Okay, then let me.” She puts her hands on his shoulders to push him down. Ekko obediently follows, lying back against the mattress while she straddles him.

She grabs the hem of his shirt, moving it up her hips so it doesn’t get in the way as she continues to grind down on him, giving him a clear view of her pussy moving against his hardened length, coating him with her wetness. She raises her thighs off the bed and grasps his cock, lining it against her entrance. Just as he feels his tip brush her entrance, he abruptly remembers their lack of protection. 

“Wait,” she curiously looks back up at him, halting her movements, “should I grab a condom?”

“I’m on birth control and I got tested last month.” She shrugs. “And you?”

He nods, letting out a sigh of relief. “Yeah, I’m clean too.”

“Good,” she smirks, leaning forward to whisper against his mouth, “because I want to feel you come in me.”

“You’re killing me here,” he groans while she moves back up, laughing at his response.

They both moan when his head brushes against her entrance again. This time she doesn’t stop, sinking down on his cock until he’s completely buried inside of her. She’s warm and wet around him, squeezing down on his cock so tightly that his hips buck up against hers, outside of his control.

She moans, raising herself on her knees so only the tip of his cock is left inside of her. She slams back down and they both moan at the sensation, Ekko moves his hands back to squeeze her hips as she continues to fuck herself on his length. 

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he grunts, his hands moving to pull the shirt up so he can touch her body. She lets out another moan at the compliment, her walls squeezing down on him in response.

She continues to ride him, her hips slamming down with a punishing pace while he’s content to watch her. It’s addictive to look at her like this, bouncing on top of him, her mouth open and her face scrunched up in pleasure as she works herself into a frenzy on his lap.

His hands slip the shirt up further so he can touch her breasts, her hips briefly stuttering when he rolls one of her nipples between his fingers. Jinx moves her hands to the wall behind him for support as she increases her pace.

The action makes Ekko acutely aware of the fact his headboard is slamming back against his wall and that Jinx is very vocal. And he briefly worries about a very embarrassing noise complaint from their neighbors, but then her walls squeeze down on his cock again and he can only think about the pleasurable sensation of being inside of her.

Her chest is heaving and he can see her thighs beginning to tremble from the exertion. So he moves his hands down to her hips, firmly placing his feet against the bed so he can fuck back into her.

She gasps, moving her hands back to his shoulders to support herself on top of him. “Mmm Ekko,” she whines, her voice breathless, “right there…That’s so fucking good, oh my god.”

He groans, her vocalizations spurring him to increase his pace, focusing on the spot that’s driving her wild. Eventually, he wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her flush against him, using the support to roll them over in bed until he’s on top of her.

Ekko grabs her legs, pulling them over his shoulders so he can set his hands beside her on the bed for support as he continues to fuck into her, his pace punishing. Jinx cries out beneath him, one hand moving up to the headboard to keep steady as he continues to pound into her. She moves her other hand down to her clit, rubbing against the sensitive nub to push herself closer to the edge.

“Oh, fuck, Ekko,” she moans, “you’re going to make me come.”

“Yes,” he groans, keeping his thrusts deep and steady, “come for me.”

She frantically nods, her mouth opening in a soundless scream and her back arching off the bed as she comes around his cock. He grunts at the feel of her walls squeezing down on him. She’s so tight around him that he sees white for a moment, feeling the familiar buildup of his own climax. 

He squeezes his eyes shut tightly and slows his pace, willing himself to prolong the moment a little longer despite his body’s own protests. He releases a shuddery breath and stills for a moment while Jinx continues to come down from her orgasm. She whines when he pulls out of her entirely.

“Ekko?” she blearily questions, as he guides her to lie on her stomach. “What are you…” She trails off in realization when he takes advantage of the position to raise her hips off the bed. Her thighs still tremble in the aftermath of her orgasm while her knees are forced to support them in this position, but she doesn’t protest, allowing him to handle her body as he pleases. 

He trails his hands down her back, addicted to the sight of her body like this. His shirt bunched up from the natural pull of gravity, exposing how her back arches off the bed, and her ass – round and perky – is raised up for him. He can properly see how soaking wet she is from this position, her slick streaking her thighs.

He lines himself up with her entrance, completely burying his cock inside of her in a single, smooth thrust. The position allows him to reach deeper inside of her than before, and he takes a deep breath before he holds onto her hips again, using the support to pound into her with an unforgiving pace.

Jinx cries out as he fucks into her, her sounds muffled as she’s buried her face into his pillow, holding onto it for support. The headboard slams against the wall again in time with his thrusts, but Ekko really can’t bring himself to care, tantalized by the smack of her ass against his hips as he desperately chases his own release.

When he feels the familiar clench in his core, he wraps his arms around Jinx’s waist, pulling her up so her back is flush against his chest. She’s boneless against him, her hand reaching back to grasp onto the back of his neck for support, while the other one desperately grabs onto his arm. There’s nothing to muffle her voice from this position, so she cries out freely as Ekko continues to drive himself into her with a rotating grind.

“Oh my god, Ekko,” she breathlessly cries, “that…feels…so…good. I’m– mmm…I’m going to come again.”

“Me too,” he grunts, turning his head forward so he can lay kisses against her jaw. She turns her head so their lips meet, kissing him back. He lowers one of his hands so he can tease her clit as he continues fucking into her. The added stimulation abruptly makes her break the kiss, unable to do more than pant against his mouth as she’s pushed closer and closer towards her peak.

“Fuck,” he moans when she tightens around him again, his head dizzy from the pleasure as he confesses against her lips, “I love you.”

Ekko hears her breath hitch while her body tenses against his. When he feels her pussy clamp down on him, he allows himself to let go and chase his own release. He feels it take over and course through his entire body.

His vision whites out and his mind is completely blank, unable to do anything other than unsteadily buck his hips against hers as he comes inside of her. Her own hips firmly pushing back against his as her tight walls squeeze every bit out of him.

When he comes back down from the throes of climax, he feels Jinx panting against him, her body weak and trembling against his. And he’s no better behind her, feeling relaxed and boneless now that he’s finished riding out his high.

With a grunt, he pulls out of her and gently lowers her back down on the bed. He watches his cum dribble out of her, her thighs still stained with her juices. Through the haze of pleasure, he has enough sense to reach for a tissue on his nightstand and gently clean her up. 

She whines at the sensation but allows him to do as he pleases. Too fucked out and boneless to do anything other than lie there. He carelessly tosses the tissue into a nearby bin and plops down beside her, so relaxed he could fall asleep like this.

“You…” his eyes blink open at the quiet sound of Jinx’s voice, his head turning to look at her. “You love me?” Her voice cracks as she asks it, and there’s a vulnerability to her expression that Ekko doesn’t often witness. It makes him feel nervous all over again. 

He hadn’t really intended to say it out loud. Especially not in the middle of an orgasm. It’s certainly true, and he’s already revealed so many truths about himself, yet this one is the most nerve-wracking.

He worries about what it’ll mean for their friendship if she doesn’t feel the same, and how he's supposed to respond if it turns out to be purely physical for her. But he’s already revealed all his cards, so all he can do is hope for the best outcome at this point.

“Yes,” he’s surprised at how steady his voice comes out, trying to sound casual despite the weight of what he’s about to admit, “I didn’t think I was subtle about it either. I’ve been in love with you since I was like twelve, Jinx.”

She doesn’t respond for a moment, looking like she’s about to cry and it makes dread rise in the pit of his stomach. 

“Jinx,” he quickly starts, “it’s okay if you don’t feel the same–”

He’s cut off when she leans forward and presses her lips against his. He lets out a startled sound against her mouth before he closes his eyes and kisses her back. She breaks the kiss, and despite the way Ekko can see that her eyes have started to water, she shoots him an ear-splitting grin. 

“Me too,” she says, leaning forward to press one more peck against his mouth, “I love you.”

He can’t control the way his own mouth rises up into a smile at her response, joy and relief coursing through him as the weight of holding back his feelings for half his life finally falls off his shoulders. And thinking about the convoluted way they got here, Ekko can’t stop himself from laughing.

Jinx looks at him like he’s gone insane, and he can’t blame her. They’re lying naked in his bed, having had sex after she spent two entire weeks blue balling the hell out of him, and post-orgasm they admit they’re in love with each other. And Ekko can’t stop laughing, his cheeks hurting and his stomach beginning to ache from it.

When he comes back down from it, she’s looking at him with fond befuddlement. “Mind telling me what’s so funny?”

“How stupid we are,” he clarifies, smiling at her fondly. “I think we did this out of order, but do you want to be my girlfriend?”

“Fuck, you’re right,” she laughs at the realization too, “and obviously I do.”

Jinx leans forward to lie on his chest, resting her head on his shoulder and comfortably snuggling against him. Ekko wraps an arm around her waist to hold her there, using his other hand to reach for the disheveled blanket so he can properly cover them with it.

For a moment they lie in comfortable silence, Ekko trying to calm himself down so he can fall asleep despite how exhilarated he feels at the moment. He blindly reaches for his phone, checking the time once he has proper hold of it. It’s three a.m. He’s truly going to have a horrible morning tomorrow, huh?

“So, which is it?” He hears Jinx ask against his shoulder, raising her head so she can properly look down on him.

“What?” he asks, setting his phone aside.

“Ass or boobs? I still can’t figure out which you like better.” 

He gives her an unimpressed look. Really, he should’ve seen this coming because he fell in love with a lunatic, unfortunately. 

“What! I’m being serious,” she insists, even though the way her shoulders shake as she bites her lower lip says the very opposite.

With a sigh, he decides to indulge her anyway. “Don’t care as long as they’re yours.” He reaches his hand up to brush her disheveled hair behind her ear. “I like everything about you.”

With a soft smile, she leans forward to give him another peck, before she breaks the kiss and snorts. “You’re so fucking corny.”

“Except your personality,” he elaborates, moving his hand to flick her nose with a scowl, “you’re a goddamn menace.”

She gasps, mock-offended. “This goddamn menace is your girlfriend now.”

“I know,” he smiles at her fondly, still so warm with happiness that he can’t even think of a quip to respond with.

Her eyes soften and she leans down to kiss him again, slinging her thigh over his hips as she moves her lips against his. He wraps both his arms firmly around her waist, pulling her closer on top of him. The movement causes their centers to align again, his cock stirring in interest at the feeling.

Clearly aware of it as well, Jinx breaks the kiss and whispers against his lips, “How about you show me all the things you like about me?” 

Unable to resist, Ekko rolls them over so he’s on top of her and presses their mouths together again. He really is going to have a horrible morning tomorrow, but at least it’ll be worth it.