How to Fuck Your Hot Roommate (And not Die of Awkwardness in the Process)

 It’s a truth universally acknowledged that an Alpha in rut must be in want of an Omega to breed.

That’s just the dance between designations; everything the Alphas do to woo and conquer and Omega’s heart is, in the end, a plot to get a rut partner to satisfy their needs. Jinx has never been under the impression that romantic love from an Alpha was anything more than a strategy to get in her pants.

No, Jinx knew all about the deception games Alphas liked to play when they wanted an Omega all to themselves.

Unfortunately, Ekko is not one of those Alphas.

He’s a rare case of an Alpha with a heart as pure as a fucking Disney princess and no intentions to deceive Jinx into falling into bed with him and breed her for five business days without a shred of mercy.

Fortunately for Jinx, she knows how to get what and who she wants. It doesn’t matter that Ekko is polite to the point of being pathological, or that he never spends a rut in their shared apartment, opting for booking a hotel room to give her peace—no, Jinx is a persuasion goddess and she always wins in the end.

That is how she ended up in this predicament.

Her knees are up to her chest, sweat coats every single inch of her body, there’s all sorts of fluids on her thighs and she’s pretty sure she’s lost all higher cognitive abilities.

The reason for her loss is currently pounding into her cunt with all his might like it’s his mission in life.

“E… Ekko… Please… Can’t—” Her attempt at a plea for mercy is cut off by a strangled moan when she feels him thumb at her clit, making her lower body tremble uncontrollably with the overstimulation.

“You told me you could handle me, baby girl,” he grunts from above, keeping the same punishing pace from the last two days. Her insides are probably molded to the shape of his dick by this point. “Do you wanna tap out? Is that it? You want me to take care of myself this far into my rut, or invite over another omega whose pussy will take me without complains?”

Ekko cocks a brow towards her, and Jinx feels something like indignation flutter in her chest.

Logically, she knows it’s the heat-induced haze she’s in that makes the pit of her stomach twist in anger when she thinks of Ekko dicking down another Omega that’s not her, not because she actually cares if he fucks someone else. It’s something entirely biological that pushes her to maneuver her legs so her ankles are locked around his waist, keeping him in place.

“I can take you,” she—involuntarily—whines. Jinx stretches her arms out, clawing at his neck to bring him down to her level. She presses a desperate kiss on his lips and is reciprocated almost immediately. “Knot me, Alpha. Please, please, please, I can take your cock, I can be your good girl.”

Something rumbles in his chest, a barely contained growl as he breaks the kiss to lick at her scent glands under her jaw, picking up his pace until the wet sounds of their skins slapping against each other is the only thing that can be heard in the room.

Jinx has lost count of the amount of times she’s come since she offered Ekko to help him with his rut. Her legs start to tremble again, and the lower part of her stomach feels like a coiled sprig about to break, so she supposes she’s on the verge of another orgasm. Nothing is crystal clear when you’ve spent hours lying on your back and being pounded into oblivion by your hot roommate.

When his knot starts to swell inside her, for the billionth time now, Jinx wraps her arms around him, digging her nails on his back for support.

“I’m going to breed you so well, your next Alpha will still be able to smell me on your skin,” he grunts, trembling as he gives a last few thrusts before his knot expands, locking them together as he spills his seed inside her.

Jinx comes with a broken moan, and a sinking feeling in her gut that has nothing to do with Ekko’s cum filling her up.

Her next Alpha. Right. Ekko knows this is a one-off thing until he gets another pretty Omega to hang from his arm and fuck during his rut, and she goes back to ignoring every other Alpha that hits on her.

Because this is a one-off thing. Because they’re not particularly friends, just friendly roommates.

Ekko collapses on top of her, caging her in with his forearms, and Jinx can’t help the cry that escapes her when he maneuvers them so they’re lying face to face. She’s so fucking sore, she’s not sure how she’ll survive two more days of his rut.

His breathing slows down, closing his eyes as he buries his head in the pillow. His rut has started to mellow out, the initial aggressiveness gone by now. Jinx can’t decide if the desperation he fucked her with during those first days were scary or stupidly hot (she’s leaning more towards hot).

She makes an inventory of all the freckles and beauty marks on his face, of the smile lines around his eyes and every individual eyelash. He’s so close, his breathing is practically hitting her right on the face.

There’s a foreign feeling trying to peek its ugly head on her heart, but she pushes it down by shutting her eyes and trying to think about anything else that’s not Ekko’s throbbing cock inside her.

“You’re such a perfect omega, just like I imagined,” he says, slurring every other word. His eyes are still closed but his hand comes to grab her hip, pressing their pelvises closer—if that’s even possible. “I wanna breed you all day, every day. That greedy pussy of yours is so addictive, I could give you my mark just to make sure no other Alpha gets to enjoy you.”

She scoffs. Of course he doesn’t mean that; he’s an Alpha in the middle of his rut, high off adrenaline and obviously pussy-drunk. Nothing he says during his rut matters; it’s his innate biological instinct speaking for him.

Still, she doesn’t dare tell him otherwise. An Alpha in rut is like an Omega in heat—both driven by emotions that swing from one extreme to the other in matter of seconds, so you better pick your words carefully.

“You’re so selfish, Alpha. But don’t worry, for this week, my pussy is only yours. Breed me as much as you like, make me leak with your cum.” She purrs against his chest, trying to play the part of the seductive Omega. It comes easy when it’s him—he’s so handsome it makes her sick.

Apparently, Ekko likes that too much, because he snaps his eyes open once again and flips them over so that she’s straddling him.

It never ceases to amaze her just how strong he is.

Before she knows it, he’s fucking into her from below, knot still very much swollen, and another litany of cries for mercy and dirty moans escape her mouth.

It’s not like she didn’t know Alphas in rut have an insane sex drive, it’s just that, well—she’s never experienced one before.

Of course, Jinx has had sex before. She’s sucked dicks and bounced on quite a few well-endowed ones—but having sex is one thing, and spending a mating cycle with someone is another entirely different thing. She’s never even spent her heat with anyone. How was she supposed to know that a flutter of her eyelashes, a hand trailing down a bicep, or a sultry lilt in her voice might be enough to get an Alpha hard again and ready to go?

Faintly, she wonders if every Alpha is so easy to turn on during their rut, or if that’s just an Ekko thing. It wouldn’t surprise her if he turns out to be an over-achiever in this field, too.

Jinx digs her nails into his shoulders until she’s sure to leave a mark, desperately bouncing on his cock with tears running down her face. It’s all too much, but she can’t stop—it’s like his rut triggered her heat weeks in advance. Even the thought of not having his dick insides her makes her cry in anguish. The overstimulation is going to break her last remaining neurons and turn her into a brainless little doll whose only thought is alpha cock.

She hisses when Ekko takes one of her nipples in her mouth, nibbling on it. Jinx tries to break free, but he clasps a hand on her neck to keep her in place.

“Where do you think you’re going, little omega?” He drawls, dragging his teeth around her nipple, making her skin tingle.

Jinx stills her hips, panting above him.

“Alpha,” she cries, feeling her pussy clench under Ekko’s smug, stern gaze. “It’s—I’m so sore. Please—”

“You wanted this, gorgeous.” He tentatively sucks her nipple, rippling a moan out of her. “You were the one that insisted on being my little fuck doll, you promised to warm my cock during these days—what should an Alpha like me do to punish slutty little omegas like you who don’t fulfill their promises?”

Even though she’s on top of him, Jinx feels his gaze pining her down.

“I’m keeping my promise!” She rushes to say, an indignant blush spreads on her cheeks. “You’ve knotted me a fuckton of times already, don’t—don’t say I don’t keep—”

“You’re so easy to rile up, it’s cute,” Ekko mumbles against her neck, trailing his hands down to her hips and pushing her up and down once again. The words get caught in her throat. “Just keep riding me, baby. I know you keep your promises, just like I keep mine.”

He winks at her, and Jinx scoffs, but goes back to grinding on his cock until she feels her brain shut down.

That’s how the rest of the week goes by, essentially. She spends it in a haze of lust where the only thing she can think of is Ekko and his mouth, Ekko and his fingers, Ekko and his cock, Ekko, Ekko, Ekko, Ekko.

It’s basically an Omega’s paradise; so, when Ekko’s rut is done, Jinx feels empty inside—no, literally.

She’s spent the better part of the last week cock-warming him. Jinx’s grown used to trying to go about her day, trying to eat, sleep, or shower, and him appearing out of nowhere, cock already hard and ready to go, filling her up in one go. To wake up in his sheets and not have him inside her is already sign that this is all over.

When she opens her eyes and finds the bed empty, covers up to her neck, and a change of clothes on the nightstand next to her, that’s confirmation enough that his rut is over and done with. And there it goes the best sex she’s had in a long while.

Jinx takes her time getting dressed up, trying to soak in his scent for as long as she can. When she’s finally done, walking into their apartment and smelling toast and coffee for the first time in a week doesn’t feel as good as it should.

She pads towards the kitchen and finds Ekko dressed casually, smelling like fresh clothes and honey, acting like everything’s normal.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” he says, pouring coffee in a mug and sliding it towards her over the table. “There’s toast in the basket, we run out of the jam you like. I’m going to go grocery shopping in a moment, do you need anything else?”

Jinx blinks repeatedly, listening but not really processing his words.

Her pussy hurts, there’s probably still dry semen in her thighs, her hair’s a mess and she’s ninety-nine percent sure that she reeks of sex. How can he be so nonchalant?

“Sorry, what?” She says, dumbly. When she tries to sit down on the kitchen table, she hisses.

Okay, she’s incredibly sore. Perhaps she could send him off to fetch some ibuprofen.

Her eyes flicker towards him, and she sees him briefly wince.

“Grocery shopping. Need anything?” He repeats, taking a bite from his toast.

Jinx wraps her fingers around her mug, taps her nails on the porcelain, and looks at her distorted reflection in the dark liquid.

She told him it didn’t have to mean anything. They didn’t have to talk about it afterwards, nor change their dynamic and pretend to be something they were not just because they spent a rut together—for all Jinx knows, Ekko only said yes because he’s fresh off a break-up and was used to spending his ruts with someone. Nothing more nothing less. It wouldn’t be the first time Jinx was someone’s rebound, anyway.

So why does she feel so antsy?

“An ibuprofen would be good,” she mutters, sipping on her drink. He made it just the way she likes it, the fucking asshole. She shifts a little on her seat and hisses again. “Maybe a bag of frozen peas, too.”

“Why? You don’t even like peas,” he questions, cocking a brow.

Jinx just stares at him dead in the eyes until he realizes and just nods, and that’s the end of that.

Boo-fucking-hoo.

She spends the rest of her Saturday with a bag of frozen peas between her legs, catching up on the trashy reality TV she’s missed out on instead of her assignments. Ekko goes back to being so perfect it’s infuriating, and pretending there’s not a naked elephant in the room.

Ekko goes on about his day as if everything is fine and normal—as if he wasn’t busting a load inside of her just half a day ago. Nope. He catches up on missed assignments (because he’ll be damned if he fails his classes), puts his sheets on the washing machine and tidies up the entire apartment while Jinx only lays in bed, hoping the ibuprofen does something, and tries to assess the damage on her body.

Everywhere is sore; she slightly sits up and, somewhere in her body, something is aching. It doesn’t help that she has finger shaped bruises all over her legs, stomach and breasts. At least he had the decency to not touch her neck; that’s always the most difficult part to cover up.

Part of her wishes she had, though. What’s the point of being marked up if it’s not anywhere visible? How will people see what she was up to these past days? How—

She slams her forehead with her palms, stopping that train of thought before it goes too far.

It was just a friendly fuck, a rut between mates, a mutually beneficial transaction, get it together, Jinx.

Jinx sighs, tossing and turning on her bed until she’s lying flat on her stomach, burying her face in the pillows as if that’s going to quell her uneasiness.

Why did she have to be a horny idiot and make things complicated for herself?

She spends the rest of the day trying to rest her body. Ekko doesn’t say anything about it, just brings her lunch to bed; a perfectly cooked chicken basket because of course. She looks at him through half-lidded eyes, silently wondering what his deal is, but he won’t return her gaze.

Jinx sees his Adam’s apple bob up and down when they do make fleeting eye contact. Faintly, she wonders if he’s wearing scent blockers. She should’ve been able to tell what he’s feeling by his scent, but it’s gone.

He leaves her room in a haste, and only comes back in silence to get her plate an hour later.

After that, he keeps mostly to himself, and Jinx has to remind herself it’s not because he’s regretting what he did, it’s because this was their fucking dynamic before she went and made decisions with her pussy and not her mind.

They’re roommates. Friendly roommates. Ekko needed to move out of his parents’ home, Jinx needed someone to cover Vi’s half of the rent after she moved out with her girlfriend one year ago, and he just so happened to be the less creepy dude that replied to the ad she posted on the campus’ facebook group. 

They get along well, if only because Ekko’s a saint who never takes Jinx’s verbal vomit seriously. They’ve gone out clubbing together once or thrice, mostly when Jinx doesn’t have anyone else to come with her and Ekko needs a drink or two to help with the heaviness of the week. She knows not only his weekly schedule, but also that his favorite show is Doctor Who because he practically forced her to watch the newer seasons over winter break (“forced” might be a bit of a reach—he refused to let go of the TV remote and Jinx saw no point in trying to wrestle with him when he has those big, muscly arms) and she’s told him her life story against his will multiple times on the many occasions she’s come back drunk.

So no, Jinx doesn’t entirely understand what possessed her one week ago to tell his newly single Alpha roommate that she could help him with his rut. It had been a slip of the tongue, a thought that should’ve never been vocalized—but come on. Who wouldn’t want to spend a rut with Ekko? His last girlfriend was one lucky bitch, she got to have him like that every month. She still wonders why they broke up, couldn’t have been his fault. The guy is basically a saint.

“Jinx?” His voice snaps her from her thoughts. She looks up from the laptop monitor—that she’s not paying attention to—and finds him leaning on her doorframe.

“Whadda ya want?”

“I tried ordering pizza for dinner, but they don’t have your favorite. Wanna try our luck and see if Jericho’s waiting time is reasonable?”

Oh.

God fucking damn it. Why does he have to know her like that?

“Just order whatever pizza they have, it’s fine,” she answers, shutting her laptop.

Ekko cocks a brow in her direction.

“Since when do you eat any pizza that’s not Zigg’s seaside paradise with the extra crunchy borders and the side of salsa to dip the crust in?”

“Hey! I like other pizzas!”

“Okay, so name one.”

Jinx draws a blank. Ekko smiles smugly.

“So, Jericho’s?”

“Jericho’s.”

He leaves her room with a triumphant smile and Jinx does not get her stomach in a twist because he knows her pizza order by memory. It’s probably just the buckets of cum inside her causing an upset stomach, if that’s even biologically possible.

They share dinner that night in absolute silence, pretending to watch Jinx’s horrible reality dating show while they eat Jericho’s greasy burgers on the couch.

Ekko must be trying to reward her or something, he always gets upset when she tries to eat anything on the couch because he paid for it and he’s not going to have grease stains on it, damn it.

As Jinx licks the ketchup off her fingers, Ekko tries to strike up a normal conversation.

“My mom asked me to get lunch with them tomorrow,” he says, not looking at her. “I’ll be gone until noon, in case—I don’t know. Felt like you should know.” Ekko glances sideways at her, and she can feel the awkwardness. As if she didn’t know he’d be gone, when he practically goes to see his parents every Sunday.

God, Buddha, Krishna, Zeus and all the gods she doesn’t know the name of, please spare her the suffering of awkward post-sex small talk.

“That’s cool,” she says, for a lack of a better answer. “I might go visit my sister, she’s been texting me all week to come see her.” (She’s not going to see Vi and her girlfriend, but it’s better than letting Ekko think she’ll stay here and brood like a weirdo).

“Don’t forget your keys like last time,” he teases, bumping shoulders with her. Jinx groans.

“Will you ever let that go?”

“When your roommate crashes your date, completely soaked from head to toe, fights the hostess just to get to your table, and snatches up your key before you can ask her what’s wrong, it’s kind of hard to forget.”

“The weather man said it was going to be sunny!” Is Jinx’s only defense.

Ekko laughs and she shoves her sticky fingers on his cheek, grumbling under her breath as she stands up to leave her plates on the sink.

The next day goes by exactly as expected.

He leaves around ten-thirty to catch his bus, says he’ll be back soon and Jinx is left alone with her thoughts, which is a fucking nightmare in and of itself.

When lunch time rolls around and she’s still rotting in bed, with a lukewarm bag of peas shoved in her pants, she groans and decides to do the only logical thing and text Vi that she’s coming over for lunch.

fat hands

why cant u ever give me a few hours of headsup

jinx

idk if i’ll be alive by lunch tbf

fat hands

don’t say stupid shit like that

evil doesn’t die that easy

jinx

im going to tell mom ur being a cunt

fat hands

is chicken parmesan good for u

jinx

yea its ok

be there in 20

Obviously, she doesn’t arrive in twenty minutes, but Vi already knew that, so it’s not like she gets mad just because Jinx is forty minutes late. Sundays are for eating lunch a little later than usual.

She avoids visiting Vi not because she can’t stand her girlfriend—she actually likes Aya, to everyone’s surprise (Jinx supposes that it has to do with the woman being a fellow trencher like them), unlike the rest of women Vi’s dated. No, the problem is that they’re so fucking domestic, so lovey-dovey it makes her sick. If it weren’t because Vi’s hands have been blessed by an angel, she’d never step foot inside their apartment.

Everything is much more of the same; the same pictures hung on the walls, the trinkets from their many trips that sit on the shelves collecting dust, the drawings from Vi’s kindergarten students that are meticulously displayed under the glass of the wooden table, the same worn down couches they got at a garage sale, and the smell coming from the kitchen welcome her.

All things considered, their apartment is pretty cozy.

Vi welcomes her with a bone-crushing hug, as per usual. Jinx prays to all the gods she knows the name of that Ekko’s scent isn’t detectable on her. It’d be a nightmare to get her very protective, highly impulsive Alpha sister to believe her if she had to lie about having another Alpha’s scent on her.

Luckily for her, Vi just ushers her inside and tells her to sit at the table. Aya is already setting down the silverware for her, flashing her a smile and exchanging greetings before she goes off to fetch the food.

“How have you been, Jinx? Any news from you? It’s been a while since we saw you,” Aya asks, placing a plate of chicken parmesan in front of her. Jinx’s stomach grumbles.

“Been well, not much to tell,” she says, already digging in. “More of the same—shit co-workers, idiot classmates and old farts as professors. It’s a miracle I haven’t killed someone.”

“It’s no miracle, Pow-Pow,” Vi says, sitting across Jinx and next to her girlfriend. “Mom would kill you, then bring you back to life and ground you for the rest of it.”

“Ugh, don’t even remind me.” A cold shudder runs down her spine. “She’s already on my ass because I asked her to lend me money the other day.”

Their mother, Felicia, looked like a sweet lady who liked to crochet in her free time—that’s until you did something to annoy her, then you’ll meet her fury. Vi had to take her temperament from somewhere, and that was definitely Felicia.

Jinx still feels like a teenager when she thinks about her mother’s piercing stare as she handed her the money, with the aura of a dangerous mafia boss (she kind of is).

The conversation soon delves into many other topics (not related to their mother’s ability to be fucking scary), like Vi’s job and her children, Aya and her slow pursue of her degree in marine biology, Jinx’s never-ending beef with their building’s old ass heating system, and all sorts of things absolutely not related to her very handsome roommate.

She already thinks she got off scot free, but when Vi sets down her glass of wine and she smiles the scary smile she used to put on before chasing away little rascals trying to hit on her tween sister, back in the lanes when they were kids, Jinx knows she knows.

“So, tell me, Pow-Pow,” she starts, so calm it makes the hairs on her arm stand up. “Whose scent are you drenched in?”

Her stomach drops.

“Vi, it’s not—”

“You don’t even have their mark and you’re spending a rut together? Who is the bastard, tell me right now so I can—”

“Oh my god, Vi! It’s none of your business, I’m a grown woman!”

“You’re twenty-two! You’re basically still a child!”

At that, Aya cocks a brow in her direction. “If she’s a child then what am I?” She inquires, folding her arms with an accusatory stare.

Jinx tries to not laugh. Vi just put her foot in her mouth; her girlfriend is barely one year older than Jinx.

She slips away to put the dishes in the sink while Vi is trying to muster a reply, but of course the idiot follows her to the kitchen either way.

“I just want to know what’s going on in your life! You didn’t text me for an entire week, who were you with?”

Jinx inhales sharply, counts up to ten, and turns around to face her meddling sister.

“Vi, that’s not something I’m going to tell you. I’m an adult, I don’t owe you explanations,” she grumbles, folding her arms and standing her ground.

Vi narrows her eyes, and Jinx could swear she’s one second away from using an Alpha Command to get her to tell the truth, when Aya steps in to coax her girlfriend into chilling the fuck out.

“Vi, leave her alone. She can do whatever she wants, she’s an adult.”

“But—but—!”

“No ‘buts’, you drop the subject or else I’ll—” Aya leans on to whisper something in Vi’s ear, and Jinx sees in real time how the color drains from her sister’s face.

Aya smiles, triumphant, as Vi reluctantly drops the subject and ushers them towards the table so she can serve the brownie she prepared.

Jinx smiles from ear to ear and thanks the heavens for Aya’s persuasion techniques. See, this is why she’s the only sister-in-law she’s ever tolerated—all of Vi’s other girlfriends would’ve sided with their Alpha immediately, pressing her on to just tell them what Vi wanted to know. Not Aya, though. She stood her ground and, more often than not, got Vi off her back. Jinx can’t thank her enough for that.

The rest of her visit isn’t that remarkable. Jinx can tell by her sister’s sour scent that she wants to press the issue, but the deathly glare Aya throws her is enough to hold back her tongue.

Instead of storming off in an angry manner, Jinx leaves well into the evening with a piece of brownie and a pat on the back, telling her to come back soon.

Eh, could’ve gone worse.

By the time she gets back to their apartment, Ekko is already sprawled on the couch, browsing the catalogue of that pirate app they use instead of paying for Netflix, you know, like normal people.

“What are we watching?” Jinx asks, walking past him and towards the kitchen.

“I’m watching House of the Dragon,” Ekko says, “and no, I’m not ‘amendable’ to switching the show and tuning into Love Conquers All.”

“Oh, fuck, is it six already?” Jinx exclaims, immediately whipping around and lunging towards Ekko, hands aimed at the remote.

See, this is their normal Sundays routine; Love Conquers All is Jinx’s emotional support trashy dating reality show. It’s highly dramatic, completely fucking rigged, and the way the challenges and eliminations work makes no fucking sense—she loves it with a burning passion just like Ekko loves the whole Games of Thrones franchise. And unfortunately for Jinx, a new season is premiering soon enough, so the man has been hogging the TV every fucking week to refresh his memory on past seasons, meaning she has to fight for her life to get to watch Love Conquers All live.

Jinx goes straight for the throat, aiming at the remote in his hands, but Ekko—fresh out of his rut Ekko—has the strength of fucking Hercules, it seems. He’s always been strong, but this time she can’t even get him to wince, at least.

She tries, fruitlessly, to take the remote from his hands, but he wiggles a little bit and shakes her off, making her land flat on her ass. He’s saying something about giving up, and Jinx is honestly not in her right mind when she decides to jump on him, making him stumble backwards until he’s lying on the sofa with her on top of him.

Look. She knows how this looks, alright? She’s not fucking dumb—well, not entirely dumb. Jinx knows what he’s probably thinking, sees it in the brief hint of a blush creeping up his neck and the slightly parted lips, as if waiting for a kiss that has no right to come. She’s also very aware of the fact that his grip on the remote loosens up, so, she takes the opportunity and grabs it as fast as she can.

Jinx climbs off of him in the only logical way as to not make him get the wrong idea: rolling off from the couch and landing on the floor with a hard, ugly thud.

“It’s mine!” She declares with a squeak, pointedly not looking at Ekko, otherwise he’d see her furious blush.

Ekko groans above her, shifting on the couch.

“Fine, have it your way,” Ekko says, voice strangled. He proceeds to get up from the couch and angrily stomp over to his room, shutting the door with a slam.

Jinx rolls on the floor, shivering once the cold tiles make contact with her bare back. She holds the remote against her chest. Her heart is beating wildly, and her primal instincts are trying to peek their stupid little heads back into her life, but she shoves it down and tries to focus on her show.

She doesn’t see Ekko for the rest of the day. She wonders, up until she falls asleep, if he’s really that bothered about House of the Dragon or maybe he’s up, thinking about her and the way she looks on top—

No, that’s stupid.

Jinx buries those thoughts and turns off her brain while watching her beloved shitty TV show. This would be the last moment of peace she gets in a long, long while.

When she goes back to class, acting like nothing happened and not offering any explanation when her friends ask her where was she, it’s obvious that they’re going to put two plus two together at some point, especially when they pass right by Ekko and his classmates in the campus hallways and they can barely make eye contact.

Maybe they don’t out-right say the words rut or heat, least of all mating cycle, but Jinx can see the implication in their barely held back laughs as they ask her about her super hot roommate, whom she definitely doesn’t have anything going on.

It’s not like things at the apartment are tense; they barely see each other now that they’re back to their normal routine. He’s addicted to suffering so he has most, if not all, of his classes practically at dawn (read: before 9 a.m., per Jinx’s criteria), and his part-time job at a library in the evenings, while Jinx has most of her classes during the evening and only has to go to work in the mornings, like, three days a week.

The perks of having a rich uncle include getting a false job title doing spread-sheets and coordinating meetings for him at his pharmaceutical company. Honestly, if her mom weren’t so against it, she wouldn’t have a problem letting Uncle Silco buy her an apartment, but she digresses.

The point is that they barely see each other’s faces during the week, which—for some reason—gets on Jinx’s nerves to the point of feeling annoyed if she doesn’t see Ekko at all during the day. It’s a fucking nightmare trying to get her friends off her back when she reeks of bitterness every time they mention Ekko; she’s pretty sure she’s overheard them say they had a fling and he dumped her ass.

Not like they’re wrong, but she takes offense to that anyway.

Either way, it's still weird how they don't cross paths nearly as often. By Thursday, she’s pretty sure Ekko’s avoiding her when the clock hits 9 p.m. and he hasn’t come back yet. He should’ve been here by six, but there’s not a text in her inbox telling her he’ll be late.

She’s not sure why she’s so antsy. Ekko is not her Alpha.

Ekko is not her Alpha, so she finishes her dinner, puts aside what remains in a tupper for him to eat when he gets back, cleans the dishes and puts on her worn down glow-in-the-dark pajamas, because there’s no point in waiting up for her not-Alpha.

No, she doesn’t stay awake past eleven mindlessly watching compilation videos of Love Conquers All in hopes that he’ll come back and she’ll get to see him at least once before the day ends.

It’s eleven thirty by the time she hears the lock turn and the entrance door creak open.

She immediately shoves her phone under the pillow, closes her eyes and pretends to sleep, as if Ekko will peek inside her room to see if she's awake. Stupid.

His footsteps shuffle closer, Jinx holds her breath. They come to a stop either outside her door or the bathroom, which is adjacent to her room. Her heart thunders in her chest when there's silence for a long while. It’s almost like he’ll open her door any moment now, come inside and watch her sleep like in the soap operas she watches.

That doesn't happen, though. 

After a moment, she hears him shut the bathroom door behind him, and because this building has great insulation but only in its bathrooms, she can't hear what he gets up to inside. 

Boo-fucking-hoo.

By the time morning rolls around and her alarm goes off, she's already expecting Ekko to be gone. She dresses up in her officinist costume, with the stupid black pantyhose, pencil skirt and white shirt with the push-up bra, and puts her hair up in a somewhat presentable high ponytail. The heels are always the worst part, but it's the price of not letting Alicia from accounting take the prize for hottest woman in floor B-3. Not after she talked shit behind Jinx’s back and said she was “okay for a crazy chick.” 

She's humming a made up tune as she walks to the kitchen, and a familiar scent hits her. 

“What are you still doing here?” Jinx squeaks, nearly dropping her bag.

Ekko looks up from his textbook to meet her gaze. His eyes widen, giving her a once over before snapping back to her face. Jinx bites back a smile; this is why she wears push up bras.

“Got an email last night that my class got cancelled, the professor has a thesis defense to attend. I decided to use the morning to catch up on things.” He shrugs, going back to reading. “There’s warm coffee in the pot. I already went to the bakery across the street, I brought those cookies you like.” 

His scent swirls in the air, something sweet with a tinge of anxiety. Jinx bites back the smug smile fighting to break on her face.

“You’re being suspiciously nice. What did you break?” She teases him, pouring herself some coffee. 

“Nothing,” he says. It's oddly strangled. “I went to buy my own pastries, figured I should get you something too. Y’know. Just bein’ nice.”

“Riiiight.”

Jinx chews on the chocolate chip cookies as she stares him down. Ekko won't meet her gaze, his knee is bouncing up and down, and his scent is entirely too confusing.

There's a joke resting at the tip of her tongue about being such a gentleman to compensate for the brute in rut he was last week, fucking her until she was bruised all over. It really is funny. Who would’ve thought calm, polite Ekko could get so disrespectful during his rut?

His next Omega will be such a lucky bitch, Jinx is almost jealous of her.

When she finishes her coffee, she thanks him for the cookies and grabs her bag, bidding him goodbye. But before she can leave the apartment, he's calling out her name.

“Bring a coat with you, it's supposed to rain around lunch,” he says from the kitchen. Jinx scoffs.

“What are you, my mom?” She mocks. 

Jinx hears him grumble, heavy steps coming out of the kitchen to stare at her with an annoyed glare.

She definitely doesn't think he looks sexy, all hot and bothered.

“Bring a coat with you. You’re not getting sick again just because you don't listen to my advice.” He grabs a coat from the rack near him and drapes it over her shoulders, stern glare pinning her in place. Something coils in her lower stomach while she holds his gaze.

There's a fleeting moment where both of their scents change—his is something strong, filling her lungs and wrapping her head in a momentary haze. Her own scent is something sweet and giddy, welcoming to him.

It lasts for a second before they realize, and then they both turn around, breathing heavily.

“See you at night,” he squeaks.

“Yeah, see you,” she says, flinging the door open and leaving in a hurry.

By the time she makes it to her bus stop, she realizes that the coat Ekko grabbed was his own. It doesn't smell too much like him, but it's there, so Jinx spends the better part of the day wrapped in his scent. It’s annoying that he was right about the rain during lunch; she usually leaves work and walks two streets down to her favorite takeaway spot. She would’ve ended up soaked if it weren’t for Ekko’s jacket.

The fact that he knew her routine well enough to anticipate this does not make her heart flutter, shut up.

If she's easier to work with that day and doesn't make passive aggressive comments when her co-workers ask stupid questions, she'll say it's the full night of sleep she got for once. It has nothing to do with the coat she wears even to the staff meeting.

Ezreal texts her in the middle of the meeting to ask if she has something to tell him, after ogling her jacket for quite some time. Jinx blocks him and pretends she doesn't see the offended glare he shoots at her.

Her day goes relatively normal after that. She swaps the heels for shoes when it's time to head to her evening classes, and she's still wearing Ekko’s jacket through it all. Thank fucking god Kayn decided to skip today’s lecture, she wouldn’t be able to stand his annoying ass making comments about it.

Relief washes over her when she finally comes back to her apartment. Ekko should come back from his job any—

There’s an unfamiliar omega’s scent lingering in the air. Something feral and territorial claws inside Jinx’s chest.

There’s noise and voices coming from the kitchen. She slams the door behind her and heads there with heavy steps. The voices quiet down rather quickly once she makes it known through the noise that she’s there.

In the air, she catches a whiff of Ekko’s scent.

Oh. It hadn’t occurred to her that he might—

Is he… Already with another omega?

Fuck. She didn’t think it’d take him just mere days to find someone else.

She bursts through the kitchen doors with the kind of confidence only fitting for the roommate whose name is on the lease. What she finds is… Not entirely upsetting, though that depends on your definition of upsetting.

Ekko is sitting across an unknown omega with pink bubblegum hair, there’s papers sprawled all over the table as well as textbooks. Both of them wear the same frown, apparently in the middle of a discussion before she came in. It looks like… Like a normal study meeting.

Unless…

“Hey, you. I thought you were at work,” Jinx greets, forcing a smile as she goes straight for a glass of water, trying to hide the annoyance clawing in her chest.

Ekko shifts in his seat, turning to look at her. His scent is sour, panicking. Huh.

“The rain scared away all the customers. My boss let me go early,” he explains. His eyes flicker towards the pink head of hair looking back and forth between them. “This is Seraphine, she’s a friend of mine. We’re doing an essay for a class.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Jinx. Ekko talks a lot about you,” so-called-Seraphine says. Her voice is so sweet and bubbly, so sing-songy it annoys her to a degree. She sticks her hand out to shake and Jinx takes it out of feigned politeness.

Friend. Right. No Alpha is just friends with an omega as pretty as Seraphine. She was probably the reason he came back late yesterday.

Ekko coughs harshly. Jinx cocks a brow towards him and quietly leaves the kitchen, retiring to her own room.

She decides this is not something she wants to fret over because there’s nothing to fret about. It was a one off thing and Ekko is not her anything. Good for him for trying to find someone else for next month already; proving once more that he’ll be damned before he’s inefficient. 

Pulling out her laptop and notes, Jinx does the unthinkable and actually starts studying for all the upcoming tests instead of panicking the night before. It’s incredible what you’ll be forced to do when you want to ignore the fact that your super hot roommate that you were cockwarming just a week ago has someone else over.

Maybe if he keeps this up she’ll even start doing excel spreadsheets at home instead of fighting with her co-workers every other day about her delivery time. 

Jinx is too engrossed with her readings, trying to decipher what the ever loving fuck Mijail Bajtin was on when he coined the term polyphony, when a knock on her door startles her.

“Hey, Jinx? I’m cooking dinner. You wanna eat with me or…?” Ekko asks from the outside. Jinx blinks, then checks the time on her laptop. How come three hours have passed already?

Time really does fly when you’re ignoring reality.

“Fuck it, why not.” She rubs her eyelids, shutting down the laptop. “What are we having?” She asks as she walks over to open the door.

Jinx bumps right into Ekko’s chest, who was leaning way too close to the door. 

Oh, his chest muscles are a sight for sore eyes. If things weren’t awkward between them, she’d want to stay buried against his pecs.

“Chicken tacos,” he says. Ekko doesn’t move a single inch, looking down on her. “There were some leftover tortillas and chicken. Figured I could just—” He's stumbling with his words. Why is he stumbling?

Jinx decides that is not something she wants to think about.

“Okay,” she squeaks, swerving out of the way and padding towards the kitchen, where the smell of food is already filling the air.

Watching Ekko cook should count as watching pornography.

The way he purses his lips as he chops vegetables, the way his arm flexes and his muscles come in perfect view, the little grunts of annoyance when something doesn’t go the way he wants it to—she’s only a weak woman.

And his hair. Jinx had a thing for his hair last week; his locks would tickle her face while he was on top of her, and she’d tug at the base of his scalp to bring him down to kiss her. While he was asleep, she’d run a hand through his hair and yelp when he woke up, hard again with just a faint touch. Now his locks are tied back in a ponytail, and it gives him a different air. She wants to take off his hair tie and—

Jinx’s leg bounces up and down, trying to dissipate those thoughts. She can’t get turned on right now or else he’ll catch her scent, and if he does that it’ll be more awkward. 

Small talk it is.

“So. Seraphine looks… Like she pays her hairstylist’s bills for the month,” Jinx says, managing to make Ekko laugh. She smiles when his dimples come into view.

How I missed seeing those dimples—wait, fuck, no!

“Oh, yeah, she works at a salon. I think that’s pretty obvious by the hair,” he comments, stirring the vegetables on the pot. “The stars aligned and today was her day off, too. We decided to take advantage of it and try to finish that essay.”

His gaze flickers back to her briefly. She sees the tension in his shoulders, notices the overeager tone as he explains himself. Huh.

“That’s cool,” she offers. Neither says anything for a second that stretches on for too long.

“How was your day at the office? I was right, y’know,” he teases, obviously referring to the stupid coat. Jinx refuses to acknowledge that, despite the fact that she wore it up until she came back.

“Fine. We had another stupid staff meeting about the goals for the rest of the year and Ezreal texted me all through it. I had to block him when he started talking too much nonsense,” she says, omitting key parts, like the reason why those texts bothered her so much. 

Ekko’s shoulders jump—just a little—up. He puts the lid on the pot and turns to look at her, an indecipherable look on his face.

“Who's Ezreal?” He asks, tone casual. Ah. It slipped Jinx’s mind that she might not have referred to Ezreal by his full name. She always calls him just Ez.

“My co-worker, Ez? I’ve mentioned him a few times. The one with a big fat crush on Luxanna, that prissy HR girl.”

“The one who got his hand stuck in the vending machine trying to get free snacks?”

“Yup. That one.”

If Ekko’s shoulders sag afterwards, and his scent goes back to something easy and relaxed, Jinx could not tell you why. Literally. No clue.

Dinner goes by relatively well. Everything Ekko cooks is delicious to the point of it being unfair—Jinx has burned their food more than once—and none of the previous tension regarding stupid Seraphine remains. Jinx doesn’t want to keep asking questions, the less she knows the better.

Days keep on passing. Whatever awkwardness that surrounded them after Ekko’s rut mellows out until it’s fully gone, and they’re back to bickering and co-habiting like normal roommates.

Of course, sometimes he’ll become tense all of a sudden if Jinx mentions another man, or any Alpha really, in casual conversation. And sometimes he’ll stare at her tits when he thinks she’s not paying attention (she always is), mostly when she intentionally wears push-up bras. But at the end of the day, he does nothing about it and keeps on acting like a normal human being. Jinx tries to mimic this and says nothing when he keeps on coming home late, particularly on Thursdays. And she’ll specially shut her mouth when he has Seraphine over.

See? It wasn’t a bad idea. Jinx scratched off the itch she had and did a good deed in the process. It totally didn’t and will not blow up on her face, because they’re both consenting adults who know to not take things personally.

A week turns into two, and then it gives way to three. Her friends no longer ask about her hot roommate and Vi’s no longer able to pick up on any foreign scents in her little sister’s body. That’s enough of a win for her.

It’s a Friday evening when she gets a text from her sister-in-law. She’s not doing anything particularly productive; she’s just re-arranging and dusting off the furniture in her room when she hears the notification.

aya biologist

hii jinx! just wanna confirm if you’ll be going to my bday party @ uncle vander’s bar tomorrow :)

Jinx blinks. Had she ever received an invite?

She scrolls a few messages back and indeed finds a neatly designed, sea-themed birthday party invite from five days ago. And Jinx had replied to that saying she’d confirm her attendance later… At 3 a.m. 

Oh, fuck, yeah. She had to turn in an essay by 10 a.m. that day and procrastinated until the last second. She was high off caffeine and sleep deprivation when she sent that text, no wonder she forgot she ever sent that. She quickly types a reply.

jinx

heyyy yea i’ll b there!!!! sorry i was busy

count me in for the no-family after party i still cant drink in front of my mom

aya biologist

lol no worries girl i get it!!

i’ll see you there x

That’s how, come Saturday evening, she hoards the bathroom for a good two hours, washing, and cleansing, and waxing every crevice in her body. The washing and cleansing is obligatory, the waxing just in case. When she’s done with her arduous skin-care routine comes the part where she has to style her hair into something somewhat more presentable.

When she was a teen and going through her edgy phase, she didn’t give a fuck about presentability. Her poor mother had suffered headaches upon headaches every time Jinx stepped out of the bathroom with a new atrociously chopped hairstyle. By twenty-two, she has learned to not give her mother migraines and tone the edge down, if only while she’s around. This time, only because they’re going to be amongst family—and Jinx really doesn’t want to get her ass beat if she embarrasses Vi in front of her in-laws, again—she decides to do a fishtail braid. Simple enough to take just a couple minutes, and simple enough to undo later when she wants to feel sexier at the other bar.

By the time she finally steps out of the bathroom, Ekko’s door immediately flies open, grumbling a complaint.

“What took you so long?” He says, frowning. And then he pauses, sees her. She’s still wearing her pajamas, but her hair is nicely done and her skin has a glow to it that’s not always present, only when she makes an effort. His Adam's apple bobs up and down. “Going somewhere?”

His voice is careful, measured. Jinx would dare to say it has something of an edge to it, but she can’t quite figure out why.

“Yup.” She intentionally pops the p as she steps aside. “Sister-in-law’s birthday party, gotta be presentable. Last time her folks saw me was back on Christmas, and I was drunk off champagne.” Ekko snorts, shaking his head as he closes the door behind him.

She lays out her outfit on the bed; her newest, least ugly jeans, her dark blue heeled boots, a black backless top, and over it the leather jacket she stole from mom ages ago, from when she was Jinx’s age. In her purse, she folds a red miniskirt to change into once they leave her uncle’s bar. Just in case.

Doing her make-up is the quickest part; she’s been doing her eyeliner since she was twelve, so, she’s all dolled up in less than thirty minutes. Perfect. If she leaves now, she’ll be only twenty-minutes late.

The uber is only five minutes away, so she rushes out the door, bumping into Ekko in the living room in the process. He’s… All dressed up too.

Deliciously dressed up, might she add.

The white silk shirt clings onto him in a way that’s unfairly distracting, with the last two buttons unbuttoned, giving her a perfect view of the beginning of his pecs; a gold chain clings onto his neck, accentuating it. The watch on his wrist does nothing to stop her eyes from wandering up his muscly forearms. He’s not wearing jeans, rather, a dressier pair of black pants that highlight his bulge quite nicely, if Jinx says so. Too nicely.

There’s a thought in her mind crawling its way down her gut, where jealousy is born. Other omegas shouldn’t get to ogle Ekko’s bulge. Only she should have that privilege.

Snap out of it, Jinx.

“See you later alligator,” she says, grabbing her keys. “Hope you have fun… Wherever it is you’re going.”

“Have fun! Don't break anything!” He calls out after her, and then she shuts the door.

Her uber driver is a beta, and thank god for that. She marinates in jealousy all the way to uncle Vander’s bar. Jinx has to stay outside for a few minutes, cooling down her emotions so nobody picks up on it. She wouldn’t survive one of mom’s interrogations.

Everything is lively inside the bar. There’s a spot uncle Vander reserves for birthday parties, and it’s already full to the brim with their family and Aya’s. Mom and dad are already here, uncle Silco and Vander are walking back and forth from the kitchen and bar, carrying plates with food and drinks. Aya’s parents are sitting opposite of Jinx’s parents, and both mothers are engaged in what seems to be a serious conversation or a hot gossip session. Could be both, Felicia takes gossip seriously. There’s a few of Aya’s uncles she doesn’t know the name of, and Jinx’s close cousins, Mylo and Claggor, are there too, sitting between Vi and her parents. There’s garlands hung on the walls, with a few balloons and paper flowers taped onto the walls, a gold Happy Birthday! sign is hung behind the birthday girl, who’s waving her over.

Aya looks stunning, but that’s nothing out of the ordinary. Her emerald green dress compliments her dark black skin and fiery red braids beautifully; it’s short-ish, going up to her knee, with a flowy skirt and a heart shaped cleavage. Her gold jewelry doesn’t shine as bright as her smile when she greets her.

“Happy birthday! Sorry I’m late, couldn’t find an uber.” Jinx leaves her gift on the table, hugging her sister-in-law before going down the line and greeting everyone one by one, lest her mom bellows something about manners and shit.

There’s a seat left between Claggor and mom. Jinx hesitantly takes it, and she only hesitates because mom is squinting towards her, scanning the jacket.

“So you are the jacket thief,” Felicia says, pointing an accusatory finger towards her.

“And all this time you blamed me for it!” Vi exclaims from the other end of the table.

“Hey! You didn’t wear it anymore!” Jinx defends herself.

It’s going to be a long night.

Luckily for her, mom doesn’t push the jacket issue, or the fact that Jinx still owes her money (stupid concert tickets). She talks animatedly with her cousins, catching up on each other’s life. Uncle Silco and Vander join them once the rush is all done, and she gets to complain about annoying office people to the rest of the table with uncle Silco.

It’s nice. Nicer than she thought it would be. Not that she has any opinions on Aya’s family, or that she doesn’t like hanging out with her own, but family gatherings always end up in some sort of disaster. That’s just her luck.

Last year, on Christmas Eve, both families got together to celebrate the occasion, and, well—it wasn’t entirely Jinx’s fault that the power went out because she was trying to fix an outlet, but it wasn’t the wind’s fault, either. That day she learned an important lesson on leaving outlets the fuck alone when she’s drunk.

Also, though Vi has stopped asking, Jinx is pretty sure she’s still on her case about the mysterious alpha that left his scent all over her nearly a month ago. At least she has the decency to not talk about that stuff in front of other people–

“So, Pow-Pow. Your sister told us something mighty interesting,” mom starts saying. That tone makes a chill run down Jinx’s spine. “Said we might have a new in-law, perhaps?” Her sing-songy voice is absolutely horrifying, but what terrifies her the most is the eagerness with which she speaks.

Oh, she’s going to murder Vi.

“Mom, please don’t. Not right now,” she pleads, hiding her face behind her palms 

“So there is someone,” Felicia chirps. “If you’re spending a mating cycle together, Pow-Pow, it must be pretty serious, isn’t it? Otherwise, I’d have to have a talk with that alpha of yours. Who is it, dear? Is he a good suitor? He’d have to be, you’ve never brought anyone home.”

For fucks sake, Jinx wants to hide under a rock and never come back. She’s not going to talk about Ekko, least of all list the endless traits that qualify him as the perfect son-in-law (she does have a list, and it’s alphabetized. Don’t ask her why). But her mother, like any other mother, has this ability to squeeze out the truth from her children with one glance—the one she’s throwing at her right now.

Jinx nearly folds, but then the lights dim and Vi’s voice starts singing happy birthday as she approaches the table with the cake. She sighs in relief, but her mother mouths this isn’t over towards her. Whatever.

Cake comes and goes. Pictures with the birthday girl are taken and before she notices, she survived her mother’s attempt at an interrogation without folding. This is an achievement she has to celebrate with vodka.

They’re saying their goodbyes before they head to the other bar, the one where she can drink herself stupid without her parents’ judgy gazes over her. Mom whispers an it’s not over to her again, while dad just hugs her and gives her extra money, just in case.

She’s an independent adult, yet dad always sneaks her money “just in case”. Privileges of being the youngest, she supposes. 

Before she knows it, she’s in the back of Vi’s car loosening up her hair, changing into her miniskirt—and yelling bloody murder over her sister’s betrayal while trying to get her heels back on. Vi parrots some bullshit excuse about being worried about her, something-something, “having an alpha roommate as a young, uncoupled omega isn’t a smart idea, y’know.”

Jinx threatens to bash her skull in with her heel. Aya has to interfere and scold both of them like they’re children before they crash the car.

Truthfully, Jinx can’t tell you what happened between the drive and the moment she started taking shots like water. Nothing of much importance, she supposes.

Aya’s friends are too much like her. Pretty and put together, nothing out of the ordinary about them. Except when she finds out that one of them, Fiadh, works in her uncle’s company for a different branch, and they hit it off rather quickly after that.

This bar is different from uncle Vander’s—it’s way more crowded, with modern music blasting through the speakers, forcing them to shout over the noise to have a conversation. People dance among tables, and on the tables. Jinx would get up and dance on the table, too, if she weren’t so sure that one, she would fall in 0.1 seconds, and two, her ass would be in full view for anyone below her.

She’s clinging onto Fiadh’s hand as they make their way to the bathroom when she feels a tap on her shoulder.

“And what are you doing here?” A familiar voice says. A grin splits her face in half.

“My asshole!” She happily chirps, giving him a half-hug with her free hand. “It’s my sister-in-law’s birthday. What are you doing here?”

“Getting a drink with my friends, obviously,” he says, all arrogant.

Jinx quickly introduces Kayn and Fiadh, then goes back to her quest: the bathroom. She promises Kayn that she’ll look for him when she comes back, and she knows he’ll hold her to that.

Being drunk in a bar’s bathroom is always an experience. Jinx flirts with a couple girls, compliments their outfits, tends a shoulder to a girl sobbing about her ex being there with her new Alpha like they’ve been friends their whole life, and then is whisked away by Fiadh once she’s done with her business.

They’re once again elbowing people out of their way to get back to their table and drinks, when another voice calls Jinx’s name. Sigh. The perks of being a social butterfly.

She turns around, expecting to find anyone but Ekko and Seraphine.

Despite the fact that Ekko and his bulge are still looking delicious as ever, her mood goes downhill when she realizes he’s holding Seraphine’s hand.

“Jinxy! Hi! It’s so nice to see you here,” Seraphine says, already drunk, going in for a hug that Jinx stiffly reciprocates.

She looks at Ekko, and a single lifted brow in his direction is enough before he puts his palms up.

“We’re here with some friends,” he exclaims. “Trying to find them, actually.”

“Oh my gosh, have you seen my girlfriend by any chance? She’s, um—I think about your height. And sexy. Green hair, tan skin. Ring a bell?” Seraphine slurs, too close to Jinx for comfort.

Wait.

Girlfriend?

She smiles from ear to ear, relief washing over her.

“Nope. Not at all,” she chirps, suddenly not hating Seraphine at all. She turns to Fiadh, then says, “Go back with the others, I’ll stay back for a second.” The blonde looks back and forth between Ekko and Jinx, but ends up leaving in the end.

During all of this, Seraphine is still babbling about her girlfriend. And to think she was worried about her.

“Didn’t you leave the apartment in jeans?” Ekko asks, unabashedly looking her up and down. A shiver runs down her spine; it’s the same hungry look he used to give her during his rut.

“Jeans are shit at getting you free drinks,” she replies, twirling for effect. She knows her skirt lifts up a little, and the stare she’s met with is worth it.

She knows he’s been drinking because he doesn’t hide the want in his eyes. He breathes in heavily, and she can see how the vein in his neck starts to beat.

He's… Jealous? Maybe? (Jinx hopes it's jealousy). Whatever he's feeling, he looks hot.

He’s opening his mouth to say something else when Jinx feels an arm sling over her shoulder, and she gets to witness how Ekko’s face morphs from want to confusion.

“Found you, idiot! Gosh, do you ever check your messages?” Kayn questions, leaning heavily on her, unaware of Ekko’s gaze throwing daggers at him.

“Kayn, right now it’s not—”

“Jinx, who is this?” Ekko’s voice could cut someone in half with the edge in it. It stops both Kayn and Jinx on their tracks.

See, the funny thing about the designations is that you can tell what other person is by their scent or lack thereof. And Kayn, her beloved asshole Kayn, reeks of Alpha, with a capital A. His scent is so fucking strong Jinx suffocated in it the first few times they hung out, until she eventually grew used to it.

So, to put it simply, in Ekko’s eyes, Kayn is a potential enemy vying for Jinx’s attention. As if.

“This is my friend Kayn, from college. Kayn, this is Ekko, my roommate,” she says, emphasizing the roommate bit. 

Ekko doesn’t like that. He rolls his eyes at her. Jinx knows the type of retort he has ready at the tip of his tongue, and immediately shuts him down.

“Ekko, do you wanna buy me a drink? Let Kayn stay with Seraphine, he has a great eye for spotting people in the crowd. He can help Seraphine find her girlfriend.” Jinx immediately grabs Ekko by his arm, dragging him with her, and shoots Kayn a pleading look before walking away.

She tries not to think too much about Ekko being so docile with her and letting her drag him around; it'll lead down a nasty path, and the stench of arousal is everywhere. She’s not adding to it with her own.

When they make it to the bar, she flags down the bartender and quickly orders two vodka sprites before turning to look at him.

“Care to tell me what was that?” She demands, going straight to the point.

Ekko cocks a brow, folding his arms over his chest. Just like he unabashedly stared at her legs before, Jinx traces the outline of every vein on his arms with a sort of primal hunger.

God, she has to get a grip.

“Just wanted to know who he was.” Jinx cocks a brow towards him.

“Dude, you sounded two seconds away from challenging him.”

It wasn’t unusual for drunk, arrogant alphas to challenge other alphas when they were both interested in the same omega. It's just that Jinx never thought Ekko would be like those people.

He snarls, a frown overtaking his face.

“Don’t call me ‘dude’.” His eyes pin her in place, just like they did many times before while she was riding him. Heat creeps up her neck. “That’s not what you call someone who—”

“Two vodka sprites. That’ll be $25, do you wanna start a tab?” The voice of the bartender makes them nearly jump out of their skin. Ekko hastily pays for their drinks with cash and they retreat from the bar, where other people are elbowing their way to the front.

It’s definitely the music the one that’s pounding in her ears like there’s no tomorrow and not her flustered heart, eager to find out what Ekko was going to say. She’s sipping on her straw like a woman dying of thirst to avoid saying anything, while he’s just staring at her and not drinking the vodka sprite at all.

His stare is making her burn up. Those dark eyes of his speak a thousand words, and she's pretending to not hear them.

“I should go find my people,” Jinx squeaks out after a second, trying to escape, but he grabs her elbow before she can go away. His rough palm making contact with her skin after so long makes an ugly feeling she should not be having stir in the pit of her stomach.

“I’m leaving in an hour,” he says, so close to her ear his hot breath hits her skin. “And you’re coming with me.” It’s not quite an alpha command, but it’s not a suggestion, either.

If she were any other omega, that voice tone paired with the order would’ve made her knees buckle under her and give in to the alpha’s desire, but she’s stubborn to the point of it being pathological, so she bumps her shoulder against him and pushes back.

“And if I don’t want to?” She’s quick to reply, ever the shit-stirrer.

Jinx feels more than sees Ekko smile.

“You will want to.”

And then he lets go of her elbow, going away before she can get a word in. Their brief encounter leaves her breathless, standing on wobbly legs. She doesn't want to admit it, but Ekko has an innate ability to affect her like no alpha ever has. Maybe it's because they spent a mating cycle together, or the fact he's so handsome he should've been a model instead of a chemist—either way, she has to put a stop to this. You know. For the sake of peaceful co-habitation.

She finds her way back to her table, bumping into Kayn in the process. Seraphine is no longer with him, and when she interrogates him on her whereabouts, he just points towards another corner of the bar, where she's making out with her presumed girlfriend.

“I bet you twenty bucks you'll be eating Mister Hot Pants’ face like that by the end of the night,” he says, too serious for the stupidity he's spewing.

Jinx just groans and shoves him off, saying something about having to go back with her party. Kayn let’s her off the hook, but not forever. He’ll be back to give her shit, that much she's sure of.

When she goes back to their table, there's a disgusting display of affection going on between Vi and Aya that the rest pretends to not see. Jinx, being the good sister that she is, makes puking noises until Vi throws peanuts towards her to shut her up. Aya giggles as she sits on Vi’s lap. Ew.

It's not jealousy what swirls in her blood when she looks at her sister and sees the loving relationship she’s built for herself. Nope. She definitely does not want something like that with an Alpha that at least likes her enough to tell her believable lies, instead of the bullshit they usually spew. It’s just normal sibling haterism.

Jinx tries, she swears she does, to not think about Ekko at all. She dances with Aya’s friends, laughs loudly as she drinks with Mylo and Claggor, and sings the stupid songs playing on the speakers until her throat is sore. She tries, but she can’t shake the feeling that something—someone—is missing, or the anxiety coiling in her gut when she checks the time and the minutes go by incredibly fast.

She’s not leaving with him. Nope. He’s not her alpha, not her anything—a rut doesn’t give him any rights over her. It’s not even like she’s carrying his pups.

He’s just another stupid, entitled, cocky alpha that thinks that just because he stuck his dick inside her she’s his property now. Nay, she refuses to be bossed around by him! 

… Which is why she doesn’t reply to his texts or the incoming call, despite the fact that she nearly jumps out of her skin when she sees the caller ID. It’s fine. He can deal with not getting his way this one time.

No, she’ll stay put right where she is, necking back drinks with her party and occasionally throwing peanuts towards Vi as vengeance. Yup. She’ll just stay here—

“Pow, wanna smoke with us outside?” Mylo asks, holding up a box of cigarettes.

“Oh, fuck yeah, I need some nicotine, dude.”

Well, she didn’t stay put. But! She’s in her cousin slash brothers’ company, so, not too bad.

She clings onto Mylo as they wade through the sea of people, with Claggor coming behind them. This bar doesn’t have a smoking patio, and neither do they have bouncers, so they just come outside to the sidewalk and share a few cigarettes among them.

Jinx happily exhales the smoke, feeling the nicotine take the edge off. Claggor is saying something about the new breaks in his PhD research that she’s half-listening to, when unluckily for her, she catches a whiff of Ekko’s scent.

Fuck. He’s pissed.

“She’s not answering my calls.” Jinx hears him say. Him, Seraphine, Seraphine’s girlfriend and some people she doesn’t know the names of are just a few meters away from them. Jinx hides behind Claggor, praying that the smoke and her cousin mask her scent.

Unfortunately, nothing ever goes the way she wants to, so obviously he spots her soon afterwards.

He turns around, frowning as he scans the sidewalk, and his eyes land on hers. Then on Claggor.

Wait, fuck. Claggor is an alpha.

Not again, dear god.

Ekko rubs a hand over her face before walking towards her, the stench of annoyance still lingering in the air, and Jinx really should’ve known better than to hide behind Claggor—he’s blocking Ekko’s view as soon as he thinks she could be in danger. Sweet, protective Claggor; she loves him, really, but now it’s not the time.

“Anything the matter, man?” Claggor asks, cocking a brow towards Ekko.

“Clag, it’s fine, this is my roommate,” she tries to explain. Both Alphas turn to look at her, Mylo is just looking from the sidelines. He’s a beta, he has no skin in this.

“I’m just trying to go home with my roommate,” Ekko says, looking at Claggor like he’s ready to fight him. “Unless you are trying to take her back to your place, in which case—”

Ekko can’t finish his threat because both Jinx and Claggor make retching sounds, immediately letting go of each other.

“Dude, gross! This is my cousin! What is wrong with you?” Jinx says, proceeding to laugh at him. “You’re acting reeeeeal weird tonight, y’know that?” She teases, slurring ever so slightly.

His face goes up in flames, scent turning into something sour—oh, he’s embarrassed.

“Can’t you just get into the damn uber with me?” Ekko says through gritted teeth, looking at anywhere but her. “I need—I want to speak with you. Privately.”

Jinx cocks a brow, heart going a thousand miles per hour. Well, this is new.

“Fine, I’m going! Jeez. Boys, tell Vi I went home if she asks. Don’t say with who, though,” she warns them, pinching their cheeks. Jinx hugs them tightly before leaving, drunkenly trotting up to Ekko, who’s already holding the car’s door open for her.

She hears him say his goodbyes to his friends before climbing onto the backseat with her. Someone yells go get her tiger!

The car ride is nothing remarkable. She scrolls through her phone and Ekko pretends he doesn’t want to rest his hand over her knee. Jinx can tell by the twitch of his hands, the glances he keeps throwing at her. She pretends to be none the wiser and keeps browsing twitter.

Once they make it to their building, the elevator ride is… Well, it’s suffocating, she’ll tell you that much. Both of their scents are confusing. It’s not something sexy or anticipating. It’s sour on his side, as if he’s marching to his imminent death.

When they finally make it to their apartment, it takes no time before Ekko is spilling his guts.

“I can’t take this anymore, Jinx,” he says. It’s desperate, an angry plea for something. 

“What are you—?”

“I get that for you it didn’t mean anything, but I’m tired of acting like it didn’t mean something to me. I can’t keep up this fucking game where we pretend everything is good and nothing happened.”

Jinx’s blood runs cold. Is Ekko implying what she thinks he’s implying?

“I thought… Maybe that’s what you would’ve wanted, you were literally fresh off a break-up. I thought you might still have feelings for her. I don’t know,” she says, suddenly not drunk enough for this.

He gives her a wild look.

“You know why we broke up, Jinx?” He questions, coming closer to her. Every step he takes, she takes a step back. Her breathing becomes ragged. “Alexia wanted to spend my rut with me, but I didn’t want her to be the one I’d give my knot to.”

Jinx frowns. She was under the impression that they did spend mating cycles together—why would he be booking hotels and shit if it wasn’t the case?

He’s looking at her with such unbridled want that it almost answers her question.

“Because, Jinx, I realized I couldn’t keep lying to myself.” The way he says her name makes a violent chill run down from the tip of her head to the last of her nails.

“Lying about what?” She asks, breathless. Jinx is pretty sure he can hear her heartbeat going wild.

But still, his scent is sour.

“Lying about not wanting you.”

Once it’s out in the open, the air is knocked out of Jinx’s lungs. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Is this a dream?

She looks at him, bewilderment plastered all over her expression. The words have flown from her tongue. She was expecting anything but this. Honestly, Jinx thought they were going to fuck the moment he closed the door behind them.

At her lack of response, Ekko keeps talking.

“I don’t know when I started to feel like this about you. I just know that I get insanely jealous when I think of other alphas looking at you the way I look at you, when I have to pretend I don’t care when you sometimes come back with other alpha’s scent. I know it was all probably just a quick fuck to you, but it wasn’t to me.”

“Ekko,” she deadpans, stopping his verbal vomit. “I’ve wanted you carnally since you and your fine ass replied to my ad on facebook. The rut thing was an excuse to fuck you and not make it awkward.”

Now it’s his turn to look astonished by this revelation. It’s not even a lie; she scoured the facebook profiles of all the people that replied to her ad, and he was the hottest one by a long mile. She imagined how it would feel to fuck him for weeks after he moved in, until she had to tone it down for the sake of co-habiting in peace.

In what world would anyone not want Ekko? He’s the perfect package. It’s Jinx who doesn’t deserve him, not by a long shot.

“Are you serious?”

“Yup. Hundred percent.”

Ekko rubs his palms all over his face, and his scent changes into something euphoric.

“And here I was, ready to tell you I’m going to move out because I can’t keep living with you. I worked all those tutoring hours for nothing!”

“Move out? Fuck no, dude. You’re staying right—Ekko!” He stops her in the middle of her sentence by grabbing her hips, fingers digging into her skin, and throwing her on the couch. 

He's on top of her in a second, caging her in with his arms, and this time Jinx doesn't try to mask her arousal.

“I told you to not call me dude,” he says, his breath hitting her right on her face. He smells like whiskey and cigarettes. Hot. “That’s not what you call someone who’s fucked you on every corner of your apartment.”

“What should I call you then?” Jinx questions, running her hands all over his back until she clasps them behind his neck.

“Let’s see.” Ekko starts kissing her neck, softly biting her skin. “You can call me ‘my Alpha’. I’m open to ‘baby’, too.” He starts kissing her jaw, trailing up to her lips.

Jinx’s whole body has been dipped in fire, and Ekko’s the accelerant.

Oh, how she’s missed his skin on hers.

“Are you open to being called daddy, by any chance?” She asks, going for an innocent tone. Ekko stops in his tracks to come up and lock eyes with her.

“God, yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes.” He frantically kisses her between words, making her giggle. Jinx takes his face in her hands and deepens the kiss, shifting  under his weight to wrap her legs around his hips.

It’s stupid, so fucking stupid, how she’s been pretending to not want this and willingly ignoring the signs. She has many questions raging in her mind, the most prevalent being why would Ekko of all people want her? It makes no sense. 

As far as she knew, she did nothing to deserve it. Nothing worth the hunger that he kisses her with, at least.

That’s a thought for later, though. Right now, all she can focus on is grinding against his clothed bulge with the urgency of a woman that’s been dreaming with this ever since Ekko’s rut ended.

She moans against his mouth, and he readily drinks it in. At some point, his own hips start to move against her, and it causes her to choke on the lust she feels.

“Ekko,” she whines, writhing against him. “Take off your pants.” Jinx snakes a hand between their bodies and squeezes his erection for good measure. He hisses, hips immediately bucking against the contact.

“Not yet, wanna taste you first,” he replies, panting. Jinx’s brain just about short-circuits. Her cunt clenches around nothing.

“Oh, fuck. Yes, please, please—”

He sits up, and Jinx immediately misses his warmth. He towers over her like a predator assessing his prey, eyes roaming over her body with a primal hunger that she can’t believe it’s directed towards her out of genuine desire, and not some biological driven lust.

Ekko touches her with the tip of his fingers, trailing down her abdomen until he makes it to the hem of her skirt. His delicate touch is a stark contrast with the darkness in his eyes, the vein already beating in his neck, clear evidence of just how much he’s holding himself back. Jinx doesn’t want him to. She wants him to rip her thong with his teeth, wants him to bite the inside of her thighs and finger her until his hand is cramping and she’s howling so loudly, their neighbors have to raise complaints to their landlord.

His eyes flicker upwards, gauging her reaction before going on. She’s practically drooling at the sight.

“Please touch me, Alpha,” Jinx whines, grinding against the air. She’s playing dirty by calling him alpha, she knows it, but that’s exactly what it takes for him to cup her bare ass, giving it a squeeze before one of his hands is palming over her wet cunt.

Ekko hisses when he feels how wet he made her.

“All this slick already? Just after some kisses?” He teases, running his index up and down her clothed core.

Jinx’s cheeks turn red from the embarrassment. “It’s your pants’ fault! Nobody told you to look so fuckable.” She huffs, folding her arms over her chest. Ekko just chuckles, taking advantage of her indignation to push her thong aside and ghost his fingers over her folds.

The air is punched out of her lungs, wanting more, more, more, more. She writhes under him, whining pathetically.

And all the asshole does is laugh at her desperation.

“So bossy,” he says, pushing a digit inside while he holds her gaze. Jinx arches her back, trying to roll her hips to catch more of that, but he immediately retrieves his finger. “I told you I wanted to taste you, didn’t I?”

“So do it already, idiot.” She groans, frustration already simmering in her veins.

Ekko breaks eye contact as he crawls back on the sofa, slowly lying on his belly. It’s embarrassing how fast Jinx spreads her legs for him, even going as far to tug her underwear to the side for him. So fucking desperate.

He looks up at her, eyes dark with desire, and her breath hitches in her throat.

“I want you to tell me how much you want this,” Ekko says, hooking his arms around her legs, keeping them in place. His face hovers over her pussy, and Jinx feels her throat dry.

“Weren’t you just dying to fuck me two seconds ago? Just get on with it.”

“Nah, I need to make sure you really want it.”

When he doesn’t budge, patiently watching her between her legs, Jinx throws her head back and curses to the high heavens.

“Fiiiine. You’re a fucking asshole, by the way.” Jinx huffs, giving in and letting her devious thoughts finally get a voice. She’s thought about this in detail, how could she not? “I want you to eat me out. I need your tongue, your fingers, everything inside me, licking me raw until I'm crying. I want you to hold me down while I’m coming and keep going until we make a mess on this stupid couch you never let me eat on—”

Oh, that gets him going, alright.

Ekko interrupts her speech, running his tongue from her entrance to her clit, furiously swirling from side to side on it. Jinx immediately tries to fuck his face, attempting to grind against it even though his grip on her prevents her from getting her way. She’s sure his fingers will leave new, fresh bruises on her skin, with the amount of strength he’s using to keep her pinned in place.

He eats her out like he’s been starving for years and she’s his first meal. Fuck going slow and gentle, the man has been waiting for this for far too long, apparently. Ekko wraps his lips around her sensitive nub, humming against it. The vibrations make the nastiest sounds escape Jinx’s mouth.

In the frenzy that a rut meant, he hadn’t stopped to eat her out, thinking with his dick instead. In his defense, Jinx hadn’t blown him either, though she really wanted to. That was the one positions she had to cross out from her bingo, actually.

She’s never been much of a screamer, but she can’t help the volume going up when it’s Ekko the one holding her down and lapping at her cunt until she’s curling her toes and holding onto his hair for dear life. She has half a mind to worry about not leaving him bald.

It’s all so, so, so good. But she needs more. Needs something to make her walls clench.

As if he could read her mind, Ekko takes one look at her and lets one of her legs go in favor of fingering her while his tongue works on her clit.

Oh. That’s more like it.

Jinx cries out the moment she feels two digits pressing against her entrance at once, knocking the air out of her lungs. She can’t help the muffled yes that escapes her; this is how she wants him. She wants to forego all the carefulness and give in to their impulses, the beating desire nestled in their chests.

She’s taken his rut swollen cock before, what are two fingers gonna do? Split her in half?

Her chest heaves and her hips are bucking wildly as he pumps two fingers inside her, a steady rhythm in tandem with his tongue. Every so often he’ll mumble words she can barely make out against her cunt, like, gorgeous, dream, and her favourites, good girl.

That last one makes her moan a little louder, makes her drool just a little more.

Pleasure drips down her spine, until it lands low in her stomach, where her orgasm starts to build up.

Her thighs clamp around his head, trapping him in place. Ekko hums again, probably feeling how her walls spasm around his fingers when he curls them in a particular way that has her seeing stars. Jinx starts babbling incoherencies, begging him to up his pace, to abuse her clit until it’s raw and red, but the man won’t budge.

It’s really his fault that she has to bring in the big guns.

“Please, daddy, please, harder, need it harder,” she mewls, pushing her top up and palming her breasts, twisting a nipple between her fingers.

Ekko’s eyes snap up towards her, and the growl he can’t contain resonates directly against her cunt.

Her vision goes white when he adds a third finger.

His fingers are already thick, thicker than hers on a normal day. Two is a damn good stretch, but three? He’s definitely preparing her to take his cock, that much she’s sure of.

Ekko fingers her mercilessly now, and the spring in her lower belly is just about to break. It’s tensing, tensing, tensing, until Jinx is gasping for air, hips bucking erratically against Ekko’s face.

“My pretty girl,” Ekko says, still stuck against her skin. “My omega, mine.”

Mine. Mine. Mine. Minemineminemine.

A tidal wave of pleasure drags Jinx under, making her come with a soundless scream as she chokes under this sea, eyes shut and back arching off the couch. Her throat is dry, lungs are on fire, and her legs are trembling uncontrollably under Ekko’s grasp.

But he doesn’t let her go. His fingers are still inside her, tongue still glued on her clit despite the violent waves shaking her body.

“Alpha, please—”

“Please what? You wanted me to make a mess of you.” He flashes her a devilish grin, and Jinx can’t say anything, can’t think straight. She’s too overwhelmed to really do much about it.

Stray tears pool in the corners of her eyes, she tries to squirm away from his grasp by pure reflex, though her mind is yelling at her to pursue this feeling until it’s very end, until his tongue finishes unravelling her like nobody’s ever done before.

Ekko tears himself away from her clit, and the sight of his chin covered in her juices is the most erotic thing she’s ever seen in her twenty-two years of age. Jinx brings her hands to his face and tries to pull him up. She needs to kiss him right this instant or she’ll die an agonizing death.

But he’s a mean man, who doesn’t care if she lives or dies, so he only kisses the side of her hands and stays where he is.

“I know you’re almost there, baby girl. I want to see your face when I make you come.”

“B-but—but I already—” He punches the words out of her mouth when he curls his fingers inside her, hitting that spot that makes her delirious.

Well, fuck, if he wants to keep going, who is she to deny him?

She would spread her legs even more for him, if it weren’t because every nerve in her body is trying to get away from Ekko and his stupidly good fingers. She trembles uncontrollably, unable to keep still. It’s a good thing, then, that her Alpha pins her in place so effortlessly.

Her Alpha. Those two words make heat pool in her belly faster than everything Ekko’s done until now. Because he’s Jinx’s, isn’t he? If she’s his, then the reverse is also true. 

She’s not making sense. In her defense, her thoughts are all muddled, blurry at the edges. The only thing she registers, actively pays attention to, are Ekko’s fingers, Ekko’s furrowed brow as he talks her through it, Ekko, Ekko, Ekko, Ekko.

Jinx still needs to kiss him. Desperately.

But besides Ekko and his grip on her hip, there’s something else holding her down. It’s like her head’s underwater again, and the more she tries to breathe in, the more air that escapes from her lungs. There’s a distinct kind of pressure building in her lower stomach, not just the one she feels when orgasming, it’s pressing up her bladder, and Jinx is frantically trying to keep it at bay.

Ekko crooks his fingers again, fiercely attacking that spot that draws the loudest moans from her. She looks at him through half-lidded eyes and finds that he’s smiling devilishly.

“Don’t fight it, baby,” he says, voice hoarse. “Just relax and give in.”

It suddenly hits her, with a bolt of clarity, what Ekko meant earlier.

“What about—about the couch?” Jinx manages to say, through the moans and breathlessness. What about the stupid couch he protects like it's his newborn, the stupid couch she can’t drink or eat on, otherwise he’ll chew her head out.

“Nothing we can’t clean afterwards,” he assures her, licking his lips. “Please. Just this once.”

Jinx is at a loss for words. On one hand, she really wants to be a good omega and give into her alpha’s desires, on the other one, she’s never squirted. Like, ever. Many have tried, none have been able to. She’s not sure if it turns her off or not, but Ekko’s mumbling sweet nothings and coaxing her so sweetly, and she’s only a weak woman.

So, what the hell. Can’t knock it before you try it, right?

Jinx takes a shuddering breath and relaxes her lower body, melting into the couch and allowing Ekko to keep working his magic. It’s all so overwhelming; his adoring gaze on her, his fingers fucking into her, the violent aftershocks still shaking her body, his not-quite-love-confession just moments ago—everything.

Then she feels him grinding his erection against her leg, chasing some kind of friction, and the most pathetic, wet, strangled noise leaves her mouth when she peers at him and takes notice of his open mouth, the heavy breathing as he scrunches up his face.

He’s so handsome she could come undone just by looking at him, without the need for any assistance.

I think I’m in love with him, Jinx thinks, melting against the couch.

It’s a sort of weird realization to have while your roommate is trying to make you squirt on your shared living room’s couch, but she digresses.

Soon she feels that pressure again, and instead of trying to fight the current, she dives right in, chasing the waves and falling head first.

She lets the overstimulation carry her, dictate her fate. Her legs are trembling uncontrollably, closer to a seizure than a tremble by this point, and all she can think about as her vision goes white once again is Ekko, her Ekko, her Alpha. Hers.

Jinx is faintly aware of her lower body being suddenly wet, of the violent spasms assaulting her body as she lays there, catching her breath once the waves release their grasp on her and she’s able to go back to the surface.

God, she’s so ruined. She doesn’t think Ekko ruined her like this even during his rut, this is different. She’s not sure how—yet—, but it is. There’s half a thought forming in her mind, about sex and submission and love and complex bullshit she doesn’t have the brain capacity to care for right now. Right now, she extends her arms, calling Ekko’s name like a prayer.

This time, he indulges her and comes down to kiss her. It’s sweet, slow, reverent. Jinx sighs against it.

“My omega,” Ekko says, “so good for me.”

She’s still shivering, a mix of the coldness of their apartment, the aftershocks of her orgasm, and Ekko calling her his omega.

“Yours, daddy,” she slurs against his chest, nuzzling his neck. She’s exhausted, tears are running down her face, and she has finger shaped bruises all over her legs.

But there’s one issue still pressing in the back of her mind, and against her pelvis.

“We should go to my room,” Jinx says, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Clean up before I mess you up again.” She lifts her pelvis to graze his erection, and giggles when he hisses.

“You’re insatiable,” Ekko teases, getting up from the couch. Jinx is about to complain about the lack of warmth, when he somehow manages to carry her bridal style in the blink of an eye.

I’m going to milk him dry, she vaguely thinks, kissing right where his scent glands are. His scent is syrupy, something sweet and heavy at the same time. She inhales, filling her lungs with it, until she commits to it by memory.

Ekko kicks her bedroom door open and puts her down, immediately rummaging through her stuff to find a towel, or something to clean themselves up with. Jinx just tells him to use a shirt from her laundry pile, just as she takes off her clothes, throwing them somewhere on the floor.

He wipes his hands and forearms first, then starts cleaning the inside of her thighs and legs. Ekko weakly dabs the shirt over her pussy, but desists when she shivers a little too hard.

“There, all pretty again,” he says, tossing the shirt aside and lying next to her. Jinx immediately goes back to being in his personal space, wrapping her arms around him, even throwing a leg over his hip for good measure. Ekko chuckles, resting his hands over her hips. “Didn’t think you’d like physical contact this much, baby.”

“I don’t. I just like you,” she says, as easy as breathing. This ‘being honest about your feelings’ shit is still too new to her, though. So she does what she does best and deflects. “Anyways, it’s my turn to blow you.”

Ekko’s loud cackle offends her. 

“Wow, so romantic, aren’t you?” He teases, making himself comfortable while Jinx kneels next to him, rolling her eyes.

“Just—shut up and take your pants off,” she demands, flustered.

Ekko readily shuts up and undoes the buttons of his pants, lifting his hips so Jinx can take off his pants and boxers in one quick, desperate motion. His shirt follows next, though she instructs him to keep the chain on. It looks hot on you, she says for an excuse.

His cock springs up as soon as she frees it from the clothes. Her mouth salivates just by looking at it, all wet and hard for her. She flicks her eyes towards Ekko, and the ravenous desire he stares at her with makes her squeeze her thighs together, aching for some sort of relief.

“Such a greedy cock,” she muses, licking her palm under Ekko’s attentive gaze. “Remember how you couldn’t spend a second without filling me up with your cock? How you kept breeding me, over and over again, until I leaked all over the bed?” Jinx wraps her hand around his shaft, rubbing the pads of her thumb over his tip. Ekko’s breath stutters.

“Fuck, I remember it so well,” he says, throwing his head back against the pillows. “I’ve been jacking off to the memories almost every day since then.”

The confession doesn’t surprise her, but it does spur her on, hand going up and down his length. Ekko’s hips start to thrust against her hand languidly, soft moans falling from his lips.

Jinx shifts a little on the bed, never letting go of his dick, until she has enough room to bend down and take matters into her own mouth. Ekko loudly hisses when she wraps her lips around the base of his cock, greedily swirling her tongue all over it.

His hand finds its way to her hair, tugging on it. It doesn’t sting much, yet. Jinx wants it to sting until she’s tearing up.

If she had more time, she’d probably think her need for pain has something to do with her deathly fear of actual intimacy and connection. But who has time to think about that when you’re sucking dick? She’ll have time to psychoanalize herself when Ekko isn’t thrusting into her mouth, chasing his release.

She bobs her head up and down, helping herself with her hand. Jinx lets go of his cock with a wet pop, and proceeds to slap it against her tongue, just for show. It’s worth it when Ekko shudders violently, his grip on her hair tightening.

“So slutty, my god,” he muses, licking his lips.

“Your slut, baby.” Jinx licks the side of his shaft, tracing every vein she comes across with. “This is what you signed up for.”

“My perfect slut.” Ekko lets go of her hair in favor of caressing the side of her face. His expression is so tender, his scent too sweet. As if he was on the brink of tears. A feeling previously unknown to her peeks its head back into her heart at the sight—she’s never had an alpha be so… Tender with her. So loving—, and this time she can put a name to it. It’s still too heavy to be named, though. 

So Jinx alternates between licking the sides of his dick and taking him in her mouth, in a constant switch that has Ekko’s hips stuttering, trying to keep up with her devious tongue. Out of his rut, his cock is still technically big and girthy—enough for her jaw to ache if she tries to go too far down.

She hums around it, greedily lapping her tongue all over him, until an idea starts to take form in her mind. Jinx looks at Ekko through hooded eyes as she wraps her lips around him once more, except that this time, she takes her hand off the base of his cock and firmly plants both of them on his thighs for support.

Slowly, Jinx bobs her head down, down, down, until recognition dawns in Ekko’s eyes and his hips stop for a fleeting second. Then, once he snaps out of his stupor, both of his hands hang onto her hair, thrusting into her throat. She makes a strangled noise against his flesh, eyes watering.

She breathes in and out through her nose, hollowing her cheeks when she does so, until the tip of her nose brushes against his pubic hair. Her jaw is on fire at this point, and she would beg for mercy if she were able to, but she doubts it would register in Ekko’s mind, who’s erratically hitting the back of her throat with his dick.

Jinx comes back up before she suffocates (though she's not opposed to dying by sucking dick, she doesn't think it would be amusing for Ekko), gasping as she feels the rush of air going to her lungs. She's dizzy, the word is spinning under her, but she still has a job to do, so her lips find the tip of Ekko’s cock and give it a brief kiss.

“Think I could get used to this,” she slurs, slapping his length against her cheek. “Jus’ suckin’ you off all day, over and over again, until I’ve trained your cock thoroughly, and you’re coming in your pants every time I even open my mouth.” Jinx snickers, planting a kiss to his side, as she rubs her thighs together for some friction.

Something inside Ekko snaps.

The hand tangled in her hair harshly yanks her away from his dick. Jinx yelps, but she’d be lying if she said the sting didn’t send shockwaves to her cunt.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he growls, manhandling her so she’s lying on her back once more. “I need to come inside you, baby. I can’t hold it any longer.” Ekko climbs on top of her, prying her legs open for him.

Anticipation bubbles up in her lower stomach, a grin splitting her face in half.

“God, yes, daddy, fill me up with your cum again. Please, pleasepleasepleaseplease—” Her pathetic pleas are cut off by a strangled yelp, as Ekko rubs the tip of his cock against her entrance.

She could wax poetry about Ekko and his masterful use of his dick, of the way her body responds by immediately arching into his touch, clawing at his hips so he buries himself to the hilt already, could go on and on about his hungry smirk as he pushes the tip inside and his moans synchronize with hers.

Ekko is slowly thrusting into her, becoming familiar once again with the feeling of her pussy around him, when Jinx kinda has the same epiphany from the couch, but clearer this time. She’s not sure if she’d call it love yet, but she definitely likes him. Maybe too much for her own sanity.

Again, not really the time for these kinds of epiphanies, but what can you do?

She hisses as she starts thrusting inside her, the stretch is a welcome one, but her sore pussy still stings when he buries himself completely, stopping to look at her and steal a quick kiss before he starts moving. 

Jinx throws her head back against the mattress, feeling her primal instincts overtake her. It’s not quite like a heat haze, but her body recognizes her alpha. She goes into this whiny, needy state where Ekko’s never too close; her hands roam his body, lightly scratching his skin in an attempt to leave her mark.

He’s so beautiful like this, head thrown back in pure bliss. There’s sweat dripping down his forehead, and she wants to get up and lick the beads. She didn’t linger on these details during his rut, but now she can’t help to notice.

Shit, maybe I really am in love. 

It’s too soon to talk about claiming bites and serious relationship stuff and all that shit. But she thinks, in the middle of her haze, that she wouldn’t want anyone else to pound into her like there’s no tomorrow. 

It’s like they’re back where it all started, with him holding her legs against her chest in a mating press, groaning above her, the sound of wet skins slapping against each other converging in a harmony with their moans.

Ekko is more vocal this time, Jinx wonders if that has to do with him coming clean about his feelings. Maybe. Maybe not. She claws at his chest and begs for a kiss, either way.

The room stenches of lust and sex so heavily, she’s pretty sure it’ll bleed through the floorboards and the scent will waft into other apartments. Good. She’s seen the way the other omegas in this building look at Ekko, how they undress him with their gazes. Let them know he belongs to her now.

Jinx gasps when he feels him start to swell inside her, a tidal wave of anticipation rushing over her. 

“Baby, please,” she pleads, but she’s not sure what she’s pleading for. Either way, Ekko seems to be able to read her better than she can, so he comes down to her level, kissing her with a ravenous hunger that leaves her breathless.

He snakes a hand between their bodies and rubs steady circles on her clit, while maintaining the same pace. Jinx feels another orgasm building up, too sensitive to resist much longer. She nuzzles against Ekko’s neck, moaning unintelligible things.

“Come for me, baby. Give daddy just one more.”

Ekko referring to himself as daddy with that syrupy, low voice is so, so, so hot it pushes her over the edge. The violent waves of pleasure drag her under again, leaving her gasping for air as she combulses in his arms, but he doesn’t slow down his pace. No. 

He chases his own orgasm, lapping at her scent glands as he does so, and Jinx feels in real time how his knot expands more and more, until it’s fully swollen and spilling inside her, locking them together for a long while.

Ekko collapses on top of her, gasping for air, and Jinx just holds him for a while, scratching his neck and murmuring praise against his skin.

“My alpha,” she muses, still a little out of breath. Her heart swells every time she says it, so she tastes the words on her tongue once more. “My alpha, my Ekko.”

“My Jinx.” He presses a kiss to her cheek, slightly biting her skin. “My omega.”

Tomorrow, they’ll have to deal with a couch drenched in vaginal fluids, all the things left unsaid in favor of fucking all night long, and the minuscule fact that Violet may or may not be trying to hunt Ekko for sport after finding out Jinx left with him. Right now, Jinx just kisses her alpha like there’s no tomorrow.