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It wasn’t right.
Ever since they were little they’ve been glued at the hip, Ekko and Powder, Pow-pow and Little Man, Jinx and Ekko. They once glued their hands together with super glue because their two day sleepover was coming to an end.
Yet here Jinx was, lying in bed in their room alone, their shared apartment empty to all but her and a day before Valentine’s no less. No shared laughter, no playful banter that usually ended in a play fight and most importantly no Ekko.
Her beautiful, genius Ekko was missing.
Well he wasn’t missing, he was at work, but his work was a four hour drive across the country. Which meant he would not be returning tonight or tomorrow or the day after that. No Jinx would have to wait four long days till she could see her boyfriend again and would spend Valentine's day alone.
She knows it’s partially her fault, she encouraged him to take the job, he deserved it. Ekko was too talented to waste away at his old job, there was nothing there for him and he was severely overlooked. But at Piltover they offered him that fancy position with that added bonus, but most of all his work would be going towards helping build a better Zaun.
How could she ever hold him back from that?
So when he asked her she told him to go for it, even though she still had a year left of university, even though she didn’t have a car to go up and visit him once a week, even though she couldn’t stand their worn down one bedroom apartment without him.
She pulled herself up with a frustrated grunt and glared at their alarm clock. With an agonized moan she flopped herself back down on the bed, braids sprawling around her head like a crown, and checked her phone as if to make sure the clock wasn’t lying to her.
Ekko still had an hour left at work, plus the twenty minute drive back to his apartment.
Stupid work.
And okay maybe Jinx should be doing some work herself, like that ten page paper she had due tomorrow, but that could wait, her Ekko couldn’t.
She hadn’t had the chance to talk to him all day yesterday because of how busy they both were, only having a chance to text quick good mornings and I love yous. The whole week they only faced time once and the worst part was he couldn’t even come down to visit the week before because of an emergency at the lab.
Two whole weeks had passed without her being able to hold her man so sue her if she was getting a little impatient.
Sue her if she’s been masturbating to the thought of getting to hear his voice again.
Sue her if she might be getting ready to send a bit of a risky photo in the middle of his shift!
That’s … actually not a bad idea.
She’s wearing an old shirt of his that drowns her and nothing else, long pale legs on full display.
She wouldn’t really be disturbing his work, he’ll probably be too busy to even check — he’s never too busy for her though, never takes more than half a minute to respond to her — just a little surprise for when he gets home.
He’ll see it before then she knows.
That’s okay too.
Just a little… motivation to get him moving. So he’s as hot and bothered as she is now. Something that’ll have him rushing home, better yet rushing back to her.
A slow mischievous grin graces her lips and she knows what needs to be done.
She rumples up the shirt, leaving it barely covering her now aching cunt, milky thighs in frame and hard nipples peeking through the top.
Not her best but certainly enough to get him a little worked up.
Wearing a devilish grin she hits send without a moment's hesitation. She feels her stomach do a flip and she can’t help the giddy giggle she lets out.
She can just picture him now, jaw clenching, eyes harden, hands curled into fists with the urge to hold her, his breath hitching, heart racing. It’s almost too much to even think about.
Before she can even start to do something about the tight coil forming in her gut she’s interrupted by the ping of her phone.
Ekko.
“Jinx.” Is all the text says, a warning, but that’s the only response she gets from him and with a disappointed huff she drops her phone.
She knows, she knows how busy he must be and of course he can’t come just for her but a girl can damn well wish. She’s still hot and is clenching her thighs together to ease the pressure, to find some kind of release without him.
She’ll just have to get herself off. She drags her lithe fingers towards her entrance, plunging one then two fingers inside, a sigh of relief escaping her. But her fingers aren’t as thick and long as his and she can’t reach that sponge spot just right like he does.
Still she continues to work herself up fingers slowly picking up pace, other hand slipping under the shirt to pinch at one of her tits.
A needy whine slips past her lips.
She needs more, she adds a third finger, pace now relentless as she uses her thumb to rub her swollen clit.
She can feel the build up rising but no matter what she does she can't get herself over the edge.
She needs more.
She needs-
Jinx jumps, hand reflexively pulling away when her phone rings.
She rolls her eyes grunting, worse timing, grabbing her phone with the hand not currently sticky with her fluids. She’s prepared to ignore the call and put it on silent so she can finish what she’s started but freezes when she sees Ekko’s name flash across her screen for a facetime.
She doesn’t bother trying to clean herself up and answers dying to see her boyfriend's face and hear his voice.
When the screen loads she sees him, leaning back in his car, eyes racking over her frame. For a moment she does the same, taking in the sculpt of his sharp jaw, broad chest rising with each breath, his warm brown eyes and his dark plush lips. Oh how she wants to kiss those lips right now.
“Five minutes blue.” He rasps out breaking her out of her thoughts.
“What?” She blurts out, distracted.
A smug smirk tugs at his lips as he angles the camera back resting it against the console, revealing his unzipped pants and his blue boxers.
Jinx actually thinks she may be drooling.
“Five minutes,” He repeats, hand dipping past his underwear, “Then I gotta get back to work, got it?”
All she can manage is a dumb nod that he chuckles at.
“Let me see you.” He orders.
Suddenly she realizes that she is finally getting what she wants and doesn’t waste a second angling her camera to show her from bottom up, legs spread revealing where she needs him.
His eyes rove over her body, taking in the sight of milky white thighs where blue clouds start and continue up her hip. Her cunt repeatedly clenching around nothing, begging to be stuffed to the hilt. Begging for him, his hands, his mouth, his cock and Ekko can’t help but tease her just a little bit.
She watches him as he groans, “Couldn’t wait another hour for me, baby?”
She whines and lets out, “I missed you.”
“Gods, me too baby, me too.”
She can see his hand moving, slow drags of his hidden cock and she lets her own hand spread her folds, sliding a finger in, pulling another groan from him at the sight.
“Add another.” He demands.
She does without hesitance but begs him all the same. “Please, wanna see you too.”
A smooth deep chuckle rumbles from his chest and he easily complies to her pleas, hand dragging his length out no longer hidden from her sight. He’s thick and twitching and she can see the outline of that sensitive vein on the underside that has precum lazily dripping down. His large hand squeezing the base and slowly tugging up with a slight twist of his wrist.
He’s mouth watering.
What she wouldn’t do to wrap her lips around his dick and have him hit the back of her throat over and over again. Let him use her, fuck her face till she couldn’t breath and even then not letting up, not until he came down her throat with a grunt of her name, fingers digging into her scalp forcing her to take it all.
A breathy moan is pulled from the depths of her soul at the thought alone. She didn’t even realize how fast she’s started to pump herself, thumb back to work on her clit.
“That’s it baby.” He encourages, his own hand matching her pace now, head tilted back.
Their sounds blend together, her sighs of ecstasy and his grunts of pleasure, the squelching sound of her penetrating herself on her own fingers. Her juices dripping down her thighs and leaving a mess on their sheets, him leaking onto his hand and using it to more easily draw his hand up and down.
She watches him, his own eyes on her, as he strokes himself rough and fast, thumb massaging the tip every time, other hand cupping his balls. His eyes never stray from her as he pumps himself, stares as her digits try to satisfy her the way he does, how she’s knuckles deep but still can’t scratch that itch quite like he does.
“Find that spot for me blue.” He rasps.
And tries, she does, but she can’t reach it, not like he can and she whines telling him so.
“Come on Jinx, you can do it.” He practically pleads, breathing now sharp and quick, “Be a good girl for me.”
Jinx whines louder than ever now, wanting to be good, good for him, so she plunges her fingers deeper and curls. A high pitch squeal spills from her lips and her back arches of the bed, pushing her fingers further and drawing a near scream of his name.
“Good girl,” He praises, “So beautiful.”
She does it again and whines, “Wish it was you.” she confesses.
He groans, massaging his girth faster and squeezing just a tad tighter.
“Gods, I wish it were me too.”
She can feel herself racing towards the edge again, faster and tighter this time, and can feel herself just about to break. Feels herself reaching that familiar peak, at long last getting the primal satisfaction she’s been aching for all day, all week.
“Ekko.” She warns.
He can hear the tell tale sign of her cries signaling her end, how her warning is more of a plea asking for permission.
“Go on Jinx, don’t stop.” He approves, aching to see her fall and bask in the full sense of pleasure.
She circles her thumb faster, taking that as all the approval she needs to send herself over the edge. And boy does she fall, submerged under waves of ecstasy with no end in sight, legs and stomach spasming as she writhes on the bed, head thrown back, fingers continuing to work herself through it. Calls of Ekko’s name vibrating and bouncing off the walls of their room and travelling through the phone, the beautiful melodies of her moans reaching him.
He mummers soft praises and talks her through her orgasm while he pumps himself faster, nearing his peak as well. He sees her starting to slow her movement, high coming to an end.
“Don’t stop.” He coaxes.
Jinx mewls louder at that but doesn’t dare stop, doesn’t dare disobey him when he’s giving her everything shes wanted.
Her eyes are clamped shut in bliss, but Ekko does not tear his greedy gaze from her as she bucks in lust, already nearing that peak once more, as his rigorous touch only picks up. The lewd sight of her setting off this all consuming spark from within, lighting his insides aflame.
And this time as she plunges into her second orgasm he falls with her. The twos moans and grunts echoing off each other, both heaving for air and eyes rolled back in euphoria as they topple over the edge together.
“Fuck! Jinx!”
Ekko ruts into his hand, spilling over strings of creamy pale cum, some landing on the flex of his abs as he shudders still fondling his sensitive balls as he comes down from his high, watching as Jinx lays there twitching, hand removed from her leaking cunt.
She stays there, the only movement is the small trembling of her legs and fast rise and fall of her chest trying to catch her breath. She lets out short whines, eyes slowly trailing back to him and the mess he’s made of himself. She wishes she was there to help clean it up, to suck him dry.
She stares as he grabs some napkins from off screen and starts to wipe himself clean before he tosses them aside and she sighs.
What a waste of perfectly good cum.
She steadily grabs her phone, bringing it closer as he asks her, “You okay gorgeous?”
“Never better.” She hums sleepily, eyes fluttering with fatigue, “I think we passed five minutes.”
Ekko snorts a laugh as he tucks himself away, “Yeah, well it was worth it.”
She winces slightly when she remembers how she interrupted him while he was meant to be working, all because she was a little horny and lonely.
“Sorry for bugging you. Just missed you.” She mumbles the apology, eyes slipping shut for a few moments longer.
Ekko's lips turn up in a kind, loving smile as he watches her resist sleep. “Don’t be. I miss you too.” He assures her, her own lips turning up in a gentle smile too, letting out a content hum.
“Sleep.” He whispers “I’ll see you soon.”
She’s too tired to realize what he’s hinting at, the little surprise he has for her, but she falls asleep knowing that Ekko is watching over her, even just for a little bit.
And maybe that’s enough.