Summary: Jinx and Ekko. In a world where Zaun and Piltover fought, their love could not bloom. But what about the modern day? Would they meet? Would they marry? Would Ekko fuck Jinx till she was a snivelling, creampied mess? Yes, yes, and yes.
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The modern world was peaceful. The modern world was kind. The modern world was still complicated and still with issues.
The modern world was where loved bloomed most, however.
The morning drizzle painted London in its usual dull gray, streets slick and reflective like someone had polished the whole city with gloom. Ekko adjusted the hood of his windbreaker and pushed open the glass doors of the small charity office he ran in Hackney.
Who was he? What did he do? He was a young dark-skinned with a passion for trying to make the world a better place and a position that was best described as co-owner. He wasn't born to money. Luckily, he met a man by the name of Jayce, a semi-famous CEO from the upper side of England who wanted someone to run a anti-poverty program.
Jayce needed a local. He needed someone smart. He got an eighteen year old Ekko and the CEO did not regret his choice.
9:07 AM. Unfortunately, today, Ekko was already late. The young man always kept track of time, but sometimes, it seemed to escape him. Like a fire or like a bomb and it often bit him in the ass.
"Morning, boss!" called out Samira from the front desk, holding a coffee that smelled like burned toast. Her eyeliner was immaculate. Her filing system? Absolute chaos.
"Morning, Sam," Ekko muttered, shaking off his wet sleeves. "Did the invoices go out to the food bank?"
"Uhh…" she winced. "I thought you were gonna do that?"
Ekko sighed, dropping his bag with a thunk on the cluttered table in the back. He rolled up his sleeves. This was gonna be one of those days.
He was on his second call with the city council. Something about the youth rec center's permit being "lost in the system". Over two years into this, almost twenty-one now, it was nothing new.
"No, Steve, I sent that form three times. Yes, electronically. And yes, by post too. No, I didn't forget the signature this time—ask your assistant, she literally emailed me back saying it looked good!"
Steve mumbled something about forwarding it to another department. Ekko hung up mid-apology.
The afternoon rolled in fast. Lunch was a half-eaten wrap and an energy bar.
He had a meeting with a group of teenagers from the local school—at-risk youth, some already skirting trouble. Ekko kept his voice casual, his tone direct. He wasn't there to lecture, just to listen and give them something other than the streets to care about.
One of the kids, Malik, barely looked up from his hoodie. Ekko recognized that kind of silence. He'd worn it too once.
"You into music?" Ekko asked him, standing at the whiteboard with graffiti sketches of their last project behind him.
Malik shrugged. "Kinda."
"You should come by Thursday night. We got studio gear. Real stuff. You lay something down, we'll mix it up."
Malik looked up just for a second. A small nod. That was enough.
3:47 PM - The printer jammed for the fourth time. Ekko threatened it quietly.
5:22 PM - A volunteer tripped and spilled an entire crate of canned beans. Ekko helped pick up every last one. By hand. For the second time that week.
6:41 PM - He was finally locking up, walking through the quiet East London streets with a backpack full of paperwork and a brain full of static. His phone buzzed. It was a text from an unknown number.
"You forgot to buy oat milk, genius. xx"
He didn't have to ask who. Jinx had a thing for changing her number every few months. Said it kept "the feds guessing".
The hallway to their apartment was dimly lit, creaky floorboards and all. He lived on the third floor above a bakery that always smelled like burnt sugar and bad decisions. By the time he fished out his keys, his body felt like it had lived five lives today.
Ekko pushed the door open.
"I'm back—!"
Thud, thud, thud. She was running—and fast.
Ekko was already smiling, sighing, and laughing. The smell of paint and the excitement, it was his wife. Blue-haired, smiling, naked, running, and…
Right, Let's wind that back.
First, she was naked. Perky pink tits and everything. Second, she was sprinting. Third, she was smiling like the light of her world had returned.
Jinx—or Powder, as she used to go by. Not anymore. She was an artist, a hottie, and a stay-at-home artist that made a decent bunch of money. A fifty-fifty relationship where Ekko, despite his rather introverted nature, went out and Jinx with his extroversion stayed in. Ekko married her as soon as they turned eighteen. Two years had passed and well…
Nothing had changed.
His wife didn't give Ekko time to set down his bag before she leapt onto him, her legs wrapping around his waist, her arms cinching around his neck. Her smile was wild, unrestrained and the make-out session began with a manic hunger. Once kiss led to another and then another and another. "Mwah, mwah, mwah!"
The smooches and tightening legs around his wife were to his expectations. Ekko's fingers immediately went to her ass, groping them like a stress ball.
'More like stress booty,' Ekko thought, tongueing and groping his gorgeous wife. What else could a man say about Jinx? Her ass wasn't fat but it was damn firm. Her body was lean, wiry with that twitchy, taut energy that made it hard to look away. Every part of her seemed coiled, like she could snap into motion at any second—and often did.
A taken, loyal woman like her caught a lot of stares. Especially when she wore those booty shores. Especially those booty shorts.
At home, Jinx preferred to be nude. In the outside world, tight pants and crop tops. Everything about Jinx was wiry and wild: blue pigtails trailing behind her like comet tails, tattoos curling up her sides, and that manic grin that somehow always managed to be cute and terrifying at the same time.
Her figure was all kinetic energy—she didn't walk, she bounced. Skipped. Vaulted. She had that rogue gymnast vibe, all muscle and motion, honed from years of running rooftops and diving into trouble. Feeling that ass with his fingers was heaven. It gave Ekko comfort and familiarity. Visually? Somewhere between a perfectly ripe nectarine and a juicy stress ball with anger issues. If the fruit aisle had a "chaotic neutral" section, that was where a man might find it.
The real kicker was that Jinx didn't even try. She was an artist that talked her like and at the same time liked her privacy. The blue-haired chick was not out here posing, sashaying, or doing the Instagram arch. No—clinging to him, legs lock and getting dat ass spread, it was clear she was just naturally gifted.
"No talking," Jinx panted between kisses, her voice dripping with a kind of need that bordered on hysteria. "Just fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
Ekko responded not with words but with his cock, his pants stretching and lifting till it poked her ass. It was a heavy thing, a hammer of a schlong that defied physics. He smiled and sighed, but there was a fondness in it, a quiet resignation that had become familiar over their two years of marriage.
This was Jinx. His crazy, unpredictable, absolutely insatiable wife. He was used to this by now. Hell, he loved it.
Jinx and Ekko kissed one last time before her legs dropped. Making eye contact, close but not kissing, her voice was a low purr, her hands already working to free him from his pants. "Long day at work, huh? Let me make it better."
"Are you sure you don't need help this time?" Ekko asked, chuckling.
"Yeah, I got this." Her eyes narrowed. "I…dang nabbit! Come on!"
She struggled immensely and Ekko just laughed. After a good twenty seconds of cursing, her fingers finally undid the last button on his pants. His belt clattered to the floor and she wasted no time. With a firm tug and a squat, she pulled his pants down to his ankles, revealing his massive cock, already half-hard and straining against his boxers.
"Oh, hello~!" she cooed. "My hubby's one and only cock~"
It had been like this for as long as they'd been married. Ekko, the calm and collected charity worker, spending his days organizing fundraisers and community outreach programs. And Jinx, the wild, free-spirited artist who worked from home—clothes optional. She was always waiting for him when he got home, always ready to pounce the moment he walked through the door.
Ekko had learned to adapt. He'd come to expect her antics, her endless energy, her crazy. And he wouldn't have it any other way. Even now, as she knelt before him, her eyes locked on his cock, he couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for her.
Riiip!
A surge in his cock arose and his boxers ripped. That fat bulge hadn't been for show. At the beginning of their marriage, Jinx would always joke, "Is that a gun or are you happy to see him?" But frankly, a gun was too inadequate to describe his endowment. Ekko was a damn stud and that was just one of many reasons she married him. His lengthy ebony stretched across her face, the woman herself not surprised and grinning. He was already half-hard and above her face.
"You're so big, baby," Jinx murmured. "So fucking big."
Thick and heavy, already throbbing with need, it was a cock like no other. Even flaccid, he was a solid ten inches, and when fully hard, he was a monster of thirteen and a half inches. His heavy balls hung low, low, low.
"Hung fucker, aren't you?" Jinx gasped and inched away until she was facing the tip. She blinked rapidly, another little fake emote. "What, is this all for me? Wowwww…."
"I hope so. I don't see anybody else," Ekko quipped.
"Mm." Jinx stuck her tongue out and dragged it across his glans, top to bottom. Then she dipped under, her head eclipsed by this black schlong. Ekko couldn't even see her eyes but he could feel her lust. "I've decided…I love this cock. It's now officially my favorite thing in the whole world."
"Put it in writing."
"I will," she insisted, her hands wrapping around his shaft. She cooed upon her fingers not touching, jerking to side to give him a smug look. Jinx was damn proud of the weapon he wielded. It could split a woman in half and she thanked herself for being that woman.
With both separate and gripping, she gave him a slow, teasing stroke. Back, back, back until her thumb brushed over the sensitive head. "I can feel you throbbing. I must be doing something right."
"Jinx…"
"Hehe~! Fine, it's for a bombastic handjob!"
This crazy white woman from being as slow as a turtle to faster than sound. Ekko's knees almost buckled. Oh fuck.
Schlap, schlap, schlap!
'F-fuck! I can hear her damn hands…! Nggh~!' His eyes shut. 'Fuuuckl!'
The moment pre-cum was extracted, she used. The moment his knees buckled, she spewed saliva allll over the black crown, lathered her hands with it, and jerked him off like a maniac. "Like it? Love it? Hate it? Come on, come on!"
"L-love it!" Ekko managed to get out, one eye open and forcing a smile. Holy fuuuuck! Introvert or not, badass or not, that shit did not matter. A man could have lived a hundred lifetimes and not experienced this batshit crazy handjob.
Jinx's technique was as wild and unpredictable as she was. She focused only on the shaft, always just teasing the tip with her breathe rather than her lips or her fingers. She was teasing him, showing she could suck him off and didn't. Her rapidly moving fingers tightened just enough to make him groan.
"Want me to suck you off?"
"T—-"
"Mwah! Here!"
Following the smooch to his beautiful black cock, she took the head of his cock into her mouth. She downed five inches, the entirety of the bulbous head, and then five more inches. This woman's head game was demonic. Ten inches in what must have been three seconds. Three seconds!
"It's called having no gag reflex!"
In and out.
"You trained me not to have one during our honeymoon!"
In and out.
"I bet I'm doing an amazing job, aren't I?"
In and out. Her lips going down ten inches and then all the way back in order to breathe and speak.
"Jinx," Ekko murmured, breathing hard. His balls were fucking tense. "You're gonna kill me one day."
"Only in the best way," Jinx mumbled around his cock, her lips smiling despite stretching to accommodate his girth. She decided to move on from the ten inch mark and go deeper, her throat muscles working to swallow him inch by inch. This bitch was just different. She moved up and down his shaft so fast that she could leave his cock, quip, kiss the tip, and then come back to wherever she was before Ekko could open his eyes.
And guess what? At the same time, her hand had a tight grip on his balls. The type of grip that choked the balls in the sac, like they were a satchel to be held. She wanted that baby batter badly. Ekko had what? Five men worth of testicles in there?
He was fucking hung. Jinx wanted all the sauce. She wanted everything.
Ekko fought the urge to thrust. Jinx's mouth was heavenly, warm and wet, her tongue doing things that made his knees weak. She was insatiable, her hunger for him seemingly endless. And she was fast. Faster than any normal woman. Her hand and mouth worked in perfect harmony, her pace quickening as she felt him getting closer to the edge.
"Shit, Jinx," he gasped. "You're gonna make me—" \
He was losing his balance. He was losing control of his cock. v
Jinx didn't let him finish. With a sudden, almost violent motion, she took him all the way down her throat, her nose pressed against his pelvis and kissing his nutsack. She held him there for a moment, her throat muscles milking him—
"Cumming!"
His balance was officially lost. Ekko walked back, slamming into the while, all the while Jinx kept herself glued to his cock and balls and swallowed. She swallowed everything.
"Get yourself a woman that would swallow your cum right when you came from work!" That was a piece of advice Ekko just made up. Ekko nutted, stuck to the wall, while Jinx swallowed, lips stuck to his balls.
The contractions of his nutsack were hot to her. She loved it and deepened her gulps. She wanted everything and…
"Haah~! Told you I'd make it better."
She got everything. The extraction process of his cock from the erotic Jinx was cinema. Saliva and cum dripped in tiny heaps that she lapped up with her tongue. She had a hand under her chin in order to catch anything that left.
Then, head tilted up, she drank it like a small cup of sake.
The big black cock did not go down. Not after all that. His wife's head did not lower. No, all she did was smirk and eye the lively cock with a single open eye.
Ding!
It was only then that they heard the sound of the elevator opening and closing. Ekko turned. Oh, right. The door. The door had been open.
'Oh. Someone must have seen us.'
Whoever walked past the corridor witnessed a white woman on her knees and drinking up cum with her hands while the big hungry black responsible waited patiently. They looked like motion paused mid-chaos—Ekko and Jinx, caught nude in a painting so masterfully done it was impossible to look away.
Ekko was lean and defined, like a sprinter or street fighter—broad shoulders tapering into a powerful core, skin smooth and marked by the smallest signs of battle and youth. His hair, wild and white, gave the impression of someone in the middle of becoming—never still, never quite finished.
Oh, and his huge unparalleled cock. It was darker than the rest of his body, an interesting focus of complexion, but it was ultimately the size that boggled the mind. The size that made him look complete. He was attractive. He was smart. He was kind. For him not to have this hammer of a cock just felt right.
All his neighbours felt as such.
His neighbours could now confirm as much.
Below him, drinking like a common slut yet somehow not seeming like one was Jinx. Slender, angular, a live wire wrapped in the suggestion of softness. Her body was artfully chaotic—tattoos curling like secrets, scars like brushstrokes, and beneath it all, the effortless allure of someone who never tried to be anything but herself. Wildness tempered by elegance.
Her breasts weren't big so how was her figure so fetching? It just was. Because Jinx had it.
Ekko blinked, then glanced down at himself, flushing as he realized his big ass dick had been shown to a neighbor. Jinx, however, just laughed.
"Well," his wife said, literally elbowing his dick like it was a good friend, "guess we gave him a show."
Ekko walked over and shut the door. He took a moment to breathe and put his hands flat on the door. He sighed and then turned to her. "Jinx, we've gotta start locking the door."
Jinx giggled. "Kinda hard to take you seriously with your dick swinging like that, boy wonder."
"Jinx…"
"Oh, come on, where's your sense of adventure?"
Jinx's giggle was low, almost predatory, as she hopped to her feet and spun around. There was only one way Jinx could win an argument against her husband.
"Well, if you don't like it, then punish me, daddy~"
Her pale, heart-shaped ass caught the dim light of the apartment. She bent over, her hands splayed against the wall, and spread her pussy wide, her pink folds glistening. "I want that big, black cock of yours to fuck me. Make me scream."
Ekko's eyes raked over her perfect, creamy ass. He'd seen it a thousand times, but it never failed to steal his breath. Pre-cum drippedand Jinx reacted by lifting a foot and rubbing that knob. Ekko smirked. "You know, you always talk a big talk but…"
"What? Can't handle it?" Got her. Her fiery side lit up and she glanced over her shoulder, eyes blazing with challenge. "Handle it? Baby, I'm gonna make you beg for mercy."
Pre-cum poured like wildfire. A massive thirteen inches of black heat and need. Jinx's lips parted as she stared at it, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Suddenly, she remembered just how good that cock was and that maybe she was in over her head.
The thick head of his cock pressed against her slick entrance. Jinx swallowed thickly yet smiling. "You ready, Jinx?"
Jinx relished the challenge. Win or lose, both parties benefited at the end of the day. "Do it. Fuck me like you mean it."
He didn't need to be told twice. With a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her, her tight walls clenching around him like a vice. Jinx let out a guttural moan, her back arching as her orgasm crashed over her almost instantly. "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" she screamed, her body shaking with pleasure.
One orgasm from one thrust.
Ekko himself was a bit caught off guard, the sensation of her tight, wet pussy almost too much to bear. Smiling, putting his hands to her hips, he slammed forward. Slam, slam, slam!
There was a lovely dichotomy. A big fat cock and a small, heart-shaped white ass. A black man and a white woman. A kind, handsome charity worker and a degenerate artist who did commissions.
Somehow, it fit.
Somehow, they were both smiling.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
There was a bit of an angle that had to be fixed. Jinx had been bent over sideways but not anymore. As he fucked her, Ekko adjusted their positions. As he pounded that white ass, her face and hands almost slammed into the wall.
Should anyone be concerned? Hell fucking no. Jinx did not take things at moderate. It was either fuck with everything you had or—
"FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKMEEE~!"
Well, with her husband, she didn't have to consider the second option. Another orgasm ripped through her, her moans turning louder and louder. Her eyes were rolled back. "Don't stop! Oh, God, don't stop! Fuck me harder!"
Ekko was more than happy to. His hand went from her hip and came down hard on her ass, the sharp sound of the spank echoing through the apartment. "Y-you…! Nngghhh~!!" Rolled back eyes, courtesy of a heart orgasm. "Y-you stud! S-spanking my ass like that! Fucking me isn't enough, is it!?"
He agreed—it wasn't enough—his hand landing on her ass again and again, the sting only heightening her pleasure. Jinx's moans grew louder. At this rate, it was only Ekko that was going to do the fucking.
Knowing Jinx, that wouldn't be the case.
Her ass slammed back and Ekko was suddenly on the defensive. He didn't manage to thrust one before the glorious white booty rained down at him.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Come on, come one, cooome oonnnn~!! YESSSS~! CUMMIIING~! MY HUBBY'S COCK MADE ME CUMMM~!"
She was slowly pushing herself back, slowly taking control. Ekko couldn't possibly fight back and it reached a point that she lifted one leg and wrapped it around him. She was dragging the black stud into her cunt. She wanted ALL the cock.
"EVERY. FUCKING. INCH."
That was Jinx.
That one leg was simply superior work.
Between the way she threw that ass and those moans....
'Go on and get the Plan B... I'm emptying balls deep in them cheeks.'
"Ooohhh~! Heheheh~!" Jinx slammed her ass back, her body demanding his balls-deep inside her. Always, she was balls-deep and always she wanted those balls to clap. "I feel it! You're gonna cum! Cum! Cum!! I want to feel you, Ekko! I want to feel everything~!!!"
Yeah, brother, no chance he was pulling out.
He grabbed her ass and dragged her back. The agreeing moment led to one massive concussive orgasm for both of them. Balls deep, his balls pulsed and he spilled himself into her welcoming cunt. Jinx herself lost her tongue to the wall, her legs almost buckling.
"HE'S CUMMING INSHIIIDE MEEE~! HE'S BREEEDING MEEE~!"
He gave everything he had to her womb. Her poor pussy couldn't contain it all—which Jinx not only expected but in fact wanted. The taste of his cum on her pussylips, dripping down and falling down her shaking thighs to her floor.
The artist could imagine the scene from a bird's eye view. From a camera set right behind them, witnessing her hubby's black balls emptying inside her.
Ekko breathed, looking up at the white ceiling of his apartment, and stayed buried inside her. 'Fucking hell…' His chest heaved as he caught his breath.
It was Jinx that moved first. The creampied wife pulled herself up and leaned back against him. Still trembling, her breath and voice came in short gasps. "Y-you're, haah, amazing," she sighed, her voice filled with adoration. "I love you so much."
He pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, his lips brushing against her sweat-dampened skin. "I love you too, Jinx," he murmured, soft and tender. "Always."
"What do you feed your balls?" Jinx asked, only a quarter-joking.
"Dinner."
"Mm, now I'm hungry…"
"Round three or dinner?"
"Mm…" Jinx looked up at him and then wagged her head. "I think…dinner first. Round three after."
Dinner it was.
***
After dinner, did round three happen?
Of fucking course. Ekko saw that ass and as a man had no obligation but to clap those cheeks.
FULL PART ON PATREON!