⋆˚࿔ lucky .ᐟ

𖥟 somewhere along the way, the routine changed to her also trading the smoke for a taste of you. she’d only ever gone down on you when she was high, so her tongue was just as hazy as her mind; teasing your swollen clit and lapping your juices for as long as she damn well pleased, working you with a sluggish pace until you squirted all over her face.

𖥟 jinx realized, much to her own frustration, that you were a lot more addicting than anything she could ever sell. she knew it was reckless, but jinx has never been one for following rules.

𖥟 she loves sitting back and lacing up a fresh joint as she watches you ride her strap. she’ll take a long, slow drag before blowing a grey cloud right into your face while you’re gasping and fucking yourself senseless on her. it makes her get all smug and mean for no reason, and she will make you hold eye contact with her even as the stretch of her cock nestled deep inside you makes it an impossible task.

𖥟 at first that’s all it is; ego and lust, her wanting to see if she could get that pretty fucked out look on your face every single time. now she slows down just to hear the noises you make when you’re close, dragging it out because she likes having you squirming under her more than she should.

𖥟 she gets touchy after a while too, always yanking you into her lap while she rolls, shoving her cold hands under your shirt, hooking her chin over your shoulder while you talk…

𖥟 she starts texting you even when you’re not buying anything, pretending like she was just in the area. as if either of you believes that shit, but who can blame her when it works every time?

𖥟 the no feelings involved rule starts feeling like a joke the second she notices you taking care of her without making a big deal out of it, or letting her sleep at your place after a long night. those get under her skin the most; she just lays her head on your stomach while you play with her braids, but she’d never admit how much she needs that soothing feeling of your fingers running though her hair after particularly bad jobs.

𖥟 jinx is a total chatterbox when she’s high out of her mind. with her eyes rolled back into her head as she grinds her soaking wet cunt against yours, her voice all raspy and lopsided as she rambles about how your pussy feels like a goddamn dream, then how much she loves the way you squelch together, her words tripping over each other. then when you’re done and locked in a lazy, sweaty cuddle, she switches to yapping about some hextech thingy she’s building.

𖥟 gets irritated whenever you look too pretty on purpose 😭 if you answer the door dressed all nice, she’ll narrow her eyes at you immediately, and tug you closer by your hips with a “who’s all this for, huh?”, even though she has absolutely zero right to be jealous.

𖥟 so word of warning: if you’re playing the field or getting your stuff from someone else, you better make sure she doesn’t hear about it :) jinx is a lot of things but she’s not chill about competition, especially with you involved.

𖥟 she gets quieter after sex sometimes. not awkward quiet but just busy trying not to think too hard about how safe she feels laying with your arms around her. even when she stays silent, the way she keeps glancing at you from time to time tells you everything you need to know.

𖥟 your “meetings” start getting longer, and instead of the quick transaction and a quick fuck, you just hang out. doesn’t matter if it’s at your place, her workshop, or even somewhere nice she drives to just so you can sit together and talk, jinx always leaves with the same terrifying realization: you haven’t been just a customer to her for a long time.

𖥟 you only get closer, and in her head, jinx is hiding her inner turmoil pretty well. that’s until she accidentally blurts out a breathless "i love you". she looks terrified as she realizes it, her eyes darting around like she’s waiting for you to leave. she’s about to start rambling or making a joke to cover her tracks, her mouth opening to backtrack but you don't let her.