a/n: A buddy of mine recommended me to post my fics here sooo...
This is a MA story!
Explicit Sexual Themes
Minors DNI
Both characters are 18 years old.
(Y/N is depicted as 5"1 with mid length hair.)
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Chapter 1. Ordinary
There’s nothing worse than being average. Being average never won anyone an award. It never allowed one to be picked first for sports to join their team. Most of all, being average almost always drove my thoughts to make me feel as if I wasn’t important; as if I didn't deserve to exist with the rest of the society. Not quite a nobody, but not quite somebody: a depressing limbo.
Average.
The way the word rolled off my tongue made me want to rip it out, tainting my mouth with such a despicable word. I’ve been average pretty much all of my life. I would rather be super nerdy if that allowed attention from someone other than my small knit group of friends. I yearned to be something other than what most would consider an NPC. It was a curse.
I huffed silently as I let the negative thoughts thunder inside my head, each pessimistic worry bouncing back and forth against my skull like a rabid squirrel trying to escape animal control. I slumped in my chair, my arms dangling off the sides with my cheek squished against my notes staring off into a bookshelf across from me. I really should be studying, but I just couldn’t bring myself to pick my head up. I was too busy drowning in my dismal self-reflection. As I stared at a random thick leather book spine, another intrusive thought appeared. Did studying in the school’s library during my free period make me even more average? Should I study underneath a busy overpass? Or maybe in the middle of the street?
“You look lively.” I heard a familial voice say behind me.
Still too upset to move, I lazily lifted my arm to give them a half-assed wave before letting my arm go limp again. I heard Calista snort before she stood in front of me, blocking my intense staring contest between the leather book and me. She placed her hands on her hips, giving me her infamous look of disbelief.
“Goin’ through it again, huh?” Her displeased look softened into one of empathy, taking the seat in front of her.
I nodded softly, my cheek slightly sliding the paper beneath it. “Oh, Y/n. There, there.” She sighed, giving my head a couple of pats. “Is it the usual Y/n thought special a la carte?” She chuckled, leaning on the table with their head supported by her hands.
“Yeah…” I trailed off, flashing her a pair of somber eyes. “When is it not?”
She dropped her pastel pink satchel onto the table, the thud resonating between the table and my head. Calista started to dig through her bag, various sounds emitting from it as she blindly searched for something. A few more seconds of noisy clutter clashing around echoed before she exclaimed, “Aha!” She triumphantly pulled out the item, hiding it within her closed fist and extended it out towards me. “Give me your hand.” Calista demanded.
I pinched my brows together with curiosity as I held my palm under her fist. She opened her hand and a small blue wrapped candy fell into my palm. A Blue Raspberry Warhead. I should have known. Were they my favorite? Yes. Did she only ever give them to me when I was being “sour”? Also yes. I felt a smile tug at my lips as I unwrapped the citric acid coated shell, my mouth already salivating from thinking about it. I finally separated my cheek from the table, sitting up straight in my chair as I popped the vibrant blue candy in my mouth.
“Better?” She beamed, closing her bag before dropping it at her feet.
I rolled my eyes, trying to regulate the amount of saliva I was producing and nodded slightly. She knew me better than anyone else. I was grateful for her.
“Yeah. Thank you.” I replied, moving the candy to my opposite cheek.
She watched as I enjoyed my little sour delight, her face visibly concerned before giving a forced shutter.
“I don’t know how you can just eat those with a straight face. Any normal person would be puckering until their whole face was sucked in.” She stuck her tongue out and let out a low, guttural sound of disgust.
I couldn’t help but laugh at her comment, sticking out my blue stained tongue at her. I guess I wasn’t completely “normal” after all. Even if it was over something trivial as being sour resistant. I’ll take it.
“Our free period is almost over. Wanna walk to class with me?” She asked, glancing at her matching pink smart watch while simultaneously reaching for her bag.
“Mhm.” I mumbled, gathering my loose notes sprawled in front of me.
As I gathered my belongings, the raucous laughter of a group of girls reverberated through the library, their footsteps echoing loudly as they made their way towards the exit. Not wanting to look like a weirdo, I discreetly stole glances at them, envying their perfect hair and bodies swaying with each step. They were the epitome of popularity in our school, often referred to as the It Girls given by yours truly. I felt jealousy surge through my veins. They looked like fucking models while I’m over here looking like Plain Jane’s sister, Basic Betty.
There was one girl in particular out of the bunch that stood out to me, Jinx. Not only was her name super edgy, but she was the most gorgeous girl to me. Her strikingly long blue hair was typically meticulously woven into two flawless braids, cascading gracefully down to her ankles. Her complexion? Flawless. Her outfits were always so trendy, constantly wearing a mixture of alternative, yet stylish comfy clothes. And, probably one of my favorite attributes about her, she had a sleeve of baby blue cloud tattoos going down her right arm that were almost always visible. That girl was just effortlessly oozing perfection. She was so lucky.
“Ready?” I asked Calista, tearing my eyes away from the girls, hoisting a single backpack strap on my shoulder. She replied with a smile and started towards the exit.
As I tailed a few steps behind her, my mind once again started to plummet into a tumultuous sea of self-deprecating thoughts, each wave crashing against the shores of my consciousness with a relentless force, dragging me deeper into the abyss of despair. God, I wanted to be her.
I wanted to ask if it was possible for you to write a jinx x gn reader fic/ oneshot of any lenght, where the reader is a piltover citizen, that really values their morals, and is completely terrified of her, but can't help to feel some kind of fascination for her.
I hope this is ok and not too specific,
Have a wonderful day (:
✨hihi!! this is such a good request tysm for sending it! i def feel like i can go somewhere w this. im so excited abt it i decided i want to turn it into a mini fic instead of just doing a oneshot! i'll be posting two maybe three more parts to this fic. gonna try to keep it short though✨
shoutout to the gn reader part, being that im nonbinary i love that u specifically asked for that
anyway, here's reader being a goody two-shoes and jinx being hot n sexc ಥ_ಥ
tad bit angst, giving enemies to lovers but more like opposing sides to lovers ya know, insanely attractive love interest, ur a piltie rip, beware : author did not sleep before writing
"A creature of habit and tradition.”, you stated firmly.
Today you woke up with a newfound ambition. Your family has served Piltover as enforcers for as long as you can remember. You learned how to shoot a rifle before you learned the quadratic formula. You knew the ins and outs of hand-to-hand combat before you knew the ins and out of the loops needed to tie your shoes. The judicial system was more familiar to you than the corridors of your childhood home. An overachiever. People only ever spoke highly of you and what you were capable of providing for Piltover as an officer. Everyone had high hopes for you and even higher expectations. You made it through all the academy's brutal training and educational courses. You had finally joined the force. Unfortunately for you, everyone's expectations landed you in a situation that would completely uproot who you thought you were and plant a seed of who you could be.
Caitlyn called you into her office. You try to stay objective, even more so today, because it's your first day. But even now, as she belligerently rants about graffiti, bombs, and monkeys, you can tell she's upset. And it's serious. Immediately, you straighten out your back, hold your chin up high, and reassure, "Whatever the situation, whoever the criminal, it can and will be handled by me." Caitlyn stops in the middle of her sentence. Her face resembles a cross between amusement and irritation. "And what makes you so sure?" she questions. Your demeanor does not falter. "Because of who I am.", you respond, as though this was reason enough for her to trust you. You know that Caitlyn is head-strong, but you were taught to have confidence in your capabilities and who you were raised to be. You have a sneaky suspicion Caitlyn was brought up similarly to you when she lifts one eyebrow in inquisition. "And who are you then y/n?" The ghost of a smile appears on your face. "A creature of habit and tradition.", you state firmly. This was all the convincing Caitlyn needed.
Jinx. Undercity. Terrorist. Annoyingly long blue hair. Bombs. Stealthy. Peace Proposal. Be careful. Shimmer. These were the only keywords you were able to commit to memory before Caitlyn was shoving every document you needed in your face and personally escorting you out the door. Saying you were thrown into the deep without knowing how to swim would be an understatement. If it was anyone else, panic and doubt would fill their bodies. You, however, turned your anxieties into excitement and volition as you walked across the bridge into Zaun. You tried not to comment on any illegal activity you saw while passing through the city. You were there for one reason and one reason only. But you did make sure to make a mental note of information to provide Caitlyn with later.
It wasn't hard to find the hideout. You committed the route Caitlyn gave you to memory. As you walked through the crowds of people, you imagined them parting, providing you with a path straight to your destination. The door was left open just enough for a suspecting Enforcer like yourself to notice. It was almost as though Jinx had been expecting you. Waiting for your arrival, even. Walking in, you were immediately hit with the smell of paint, gunpowder, and wet molding wood. The floors let out a creak as you kicked the door closed behind you. You heard a few more gratings below you as you took a couple of steps further into the hideout, an attempt at feigned comfortability. You decide you should just cut to the reason why you're here. You begin to announce your presence.
"Pleasure to meet you. My name is-" The words are stolen from your mouth as you feel the tip of something cold press against your temple. that checks off the sneaky box You stay still instead of reacting. If this person was as unstable as Caitlyn claimed, sudden movements would not benefit you. "Why did she send you here?", the letters getting caught in her teeth, as though the person in question leaves a bitter taste in her mouth. It takes you a while to process what's happening. You wished Caitlyn had given you more information on who this Jinx person was. Typically, the attributes of somebody wouldn't cause you much concern or interest you at all. A criminal is a criminal. But it would've been helpful to have some type of preparation for the voice this specific criminal possessed.
Her voice made your bones ache. Like it is honey, and your bones are soaking up every thick sugary drop. You begin to settle into the delectable feeling. You allow her tone to make its way through your bloodstream, making you quite lethargic. She shoves her gun harder against you, impatiently prompting you to answer her question. The cold of the metal contrasts with the warmth she made you feel. You respond in hopes of a conversation, not out of fear. Nothing about this situation made you feel afraid. Instead, you felt something bubbling within you. Like sugar was being brought to a boil. Like a potion was brewing, and Jinx was the apothecary. You realize how bizarre you're thinking, clear your throat and hopefully your mind before continuing your introduction. "My name is ___. Caitlyn sent me to offer you a peace proposal. All of the documents are within my satchel."
Jinx takes it upon herself to reach her left hand into the bag resting against your left hip while her right hand keeps the gun in place on your temple. Her front presses flush against your back. She grabs the documents and dramatically flaps them in the air to unfold them. Jinx then drapes her arm over your shoulder and leans her head against yours as she mumbles quickly through the fine print. “….graffiti…bombs glitter included…hazardous pranks…distribution and intent to distribute shimmer…” The proximity causes the gears in your head to rust over. Her words blend and all you can recognize are the complicated feelings growing inside your chest. Today was your first day and you’ve already found yourself in an inappropriate position. Not only that, but you were basking in it. You caught yourself wishing that Jinx was unsatisfied with the terms of the proposal. If that was the case, you would have no choice but to return another day with a revised version. Would she touch you the same?
Jinx knocks her head against yours and circles around your body to face you, gun no longer in sight. The initial feeling is shock. Her eyes. That’s the first thing you notice. A mixture of ruby and magenta. A color you hadn't known existed before now. A color you want to see for the rest of your days. You feel yourself shrink a bit in place, her demeanor naturally bringing out a submissive side of you. Jinx then announces defiantly, “Yeah, no, not gonna happen Piltie. You lost me at graffiti.” A little too eagerly you suggest, “O-oh well that’s fine really! I can just bring this back to Council and they can- well I’d actually have to give it to Caitlyn first- but then I’m sure she’d-” Jinx pushes the tip of her gun against your lips. Her own way of silencing you. “I’m sure you and I can work something out without the help of TopHat, hm?”
To say that the events of the party shook Caitlyn to her core would be an understatement. Every time she licks her lips, she remembers the feeling of Jinx’s own on hers. When she closes her eyes, all she sees is the disappointment in Jinx’s eyes. All the pain she’s caused is eating her alive. What’s worse is she hasn’t thought about Vi once; all that floods her mind is Jinx. So, to avoid the reality of what she’s royally fucked up, she doesn’t go to school on Monday. More like she can’t stay home all day because her mom would notice, so she definitely goes but skips every class. Being that she has nowhere else to go, she figures the library would be a safe enough hiding spot. Walking in, she’s frozen in place by what she sees. The scene in front of her both shocks her and fills her with dread.
Jinx and Lux are sat at a table almost smack in the middle of the library, acting as though they’ve known each other their whole lives. Caitlyn immediately recognizes the blonde girl from the party. Lux is leaning into Jinx while they both take notes from the same textbook. Jinx then playfully makes a comment about their work, and Lux giggles like Jinx is the funniest person on the planet. With longing and jealousy overwhelming her, Caitlyn can’t help but see the parallel between her and Jinx at this moment. Is this how Jinx felt watching me with Vi this whole time? From the beginning, all Caitlyn wanted with Jinx was one genuine, positive interaction. She wanted to share beautiful moments with the girl. But above all, what she really wanted was to be the one to put that beautiful, cheeky smile on Jinx’s face. Caitlyn feels like a fool for having all these opposing complicated emotions over witnessing one mildly intimate event because, as far as Caitlyn knew, the only time Jinx had eyes for her was when her body was involved. After doing her best to ignore the “couple,” Caitlyn completes whatever little work she can before leaving the library with a plan for tomorrow in mind.
Tuesday
Admittedly, Caitlyn doesn't know much about what Jinx likes, let alone what Jinx likes about her. The only thing Caitlyn knows for sure is that her chest has caught Jinx's attention multiple times. So, Caitlyn pulls together something that will accentuate what she assumes Jinx loves most; A long-sleeve baby blue top with a lace-trimmed V-cut. Tugging it down just a tad, Caitlyn steps into her second-period class. She bounces a bit, walking up the few steps to her seat, already trying to catch the attention of Jinx. But is shocked when the shorter girl doesn't so much as glance up. Thinking maybe she just needs to announce herself, Caitlyn places her hand carefully on Jinx's arm, remembering how Jinx reacted to her touch the first time." Good morning, Jinx!" Caitlyn chirps out. At first, Jinx looks thoroughly upset, but her expression quickly changes upon actually seeing Caitlyn. Her eyes widen, "Woah.. are those new?!?" Caitlyn is giddy, thinking her plan worked. "The shirt? Yeah.", she giggles, but her laugh is cut short when she hears Jinx's response. "No, the boobs, but, um, yeah.. nice shirt." Jinx says dismissively before looking away. Caitlyn is humbled, to say the least, as she finally takes her seat. Accepting reality, Caitlyn comes to terms with her situation with Jinx and how it seems they weren't meant to be.
Wednesday
Caitlyn is painfully aware of how behind she actually is after going to class yesterday. For the most part, her day was uneventful. She and Jinx don't talk much anymore. It's very apparent that there's tension between them, but both girls refuse to communicate about it. Caitlyn spends most of the class that she shares with Jinx compiling a list of the textbooks she'll need to be ahead in her school- work again properly. In all actuality, the list wasn't needed, but Caitlyn has stopped seeing the library as a sanctuary, so she wants to be out of there as quickly as possible. When Caitlyn takes careful steps into the library, she looks around and lets out the breath she didn't know she was holding. No sign of Jinx. So far, so good. She heads straight for the back and rounds the corner to where the rows of textbooks are. Caitlyn diligently follows the signs for the proper courses she has. The signs lead her around another corner and her heart drops to the floor.
Jinx has Lux strongly pinned up against the stack while they are heavily making out. Instinctively, Caitlyn lets a shocked, "O-oh!" fall from her lips. If either Jinx or Lux noticed Caitlyn, it wasn't shown, being that neither of them stopped for even a second. If anything, things have gotten more heated since Caitlyn stumbled upon them. Jinx was now allowing her hands to roam freely while Lux entangled her fingers in Jinx's hair, visibly tugging at the roots. Wanting this all to end, Caitlyn attempts to make her presence known. She, however, would say it's because she needed her textbooks. "Umm... sorry??" Caitlyn feels so insignificant that she can barely push the words out. Nothing changes in her favor. As if Jinx was trying to add fuel to the fine, she responds by pushing Lux up against the stacks harder. After this, Caitlyn storms home empty-handed and with a new mindset. Fuck this. Fuck school. Fuck Jinx.
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From Thursday to Sunday, Jinx has been watching Caitlyn from afar, analyzing the way she is trying to avoid her. The first thing Jinx notices is how Caitlyn has been trying to blend in with the rest of the students in a different seat in the classes they share. The hair on Jinx’s neck stops standing up, meaning Caitlyn no longer passes by Jinx in the hallway. So, of course, Jinx had to figure out where she was going instead. It didn't take long. Then she noticed that Caitlyn was never in the library while she was there, even if it was during lunch, but at the same time, Caitlyn wasn't going to get food either. So, Jinx had to figure that out too, which took a significant more amount of energy and following, but she still got it done. Turns out Caitlyn was going to the library after school and off-campus for food during lunch. At least, that's what Jinx assumed. It's dawned on her that she actually hasn't seen Caitlyn eat much. All work work work... Finally, Jinx noticed Caitlyn hadn't gone to see Violet practice either. That one little factor made Jinx feel a bit better about everything. At least dear sis is getting ignored too…
Jinx tried really hard to act aloof and unbothered. She decided she'd play this little game with Caitlyn for the rest of the week so she could get it out of her system. But after that, no more... Jinx was not a fan of being ignored. As a result, when Caitlyn still tries to keep it up after the weekend, Jinx is pissed. Technically I did nothing wrong. I just reacted... with a person... multiple times. She allows her mind to wheel while she waits for Caitlyn to pass by her. Jinx already has Caitlyn's new path memorized, so she knows all she has to do now is wait. At this moment, Caitlyn is standing in the hallway of her fourth-period class building, trying to recall the new route she's been taking to get slyly out of the building. It's hard for her to think without proper meals in her stomach, so she chooses left, trusting her body's muscle memory. The hairs on the back of Caitlyn's neck stand up and suddenly, she's being dragged roughly into darkness.
Jinx knows Caitlyn is close, so she reaches up and drags her by the arm into the dark closet she's been patiently seething in. "Why?", the raspy yet numb voice of Jinx cuts through the silence. "What?", Caitlyn responds in shock. A click is heard, and light floods the small space around them. "Why are you avoiding me?", Jinx more so states instead of asking, as if she knows for a fact Caitlyn has been avoiding her specifically. The assumption, although true, irritates Caitlyn more, and immediately she's on the defense. "I don't know what you're talking about...", she dismisses while reaching for the door. Jinx leaps forwards and grabs Caitlyn's wrist with one hand and locks the door with the other, everything seemingly more serious now. With every word she says, Jinx grips Caitlyn's wrist tighter.
"Don't lie!!", Jinx snaps, then takes a deep breath to ground herself. " You've been taking a different route to your classes, sitting as far as possible from me, going off campus for lunch, going to the library after school; hell, you don't even go see Vi practice anymore! You honestly think I wouldn't notice!?! You're avoiding something, Caitlyn, and I’m pretty sure that something is me!" Caitlyn snatches her wrist back from Jinx, shock evident in her eyes. She's surprised Jinx has actually paid that much attention to her, but there's not enough attention in the world to calm Caitlyn down at this point. All the memories of Jinx with Lux flow into her mind. "Like you're one to talk with little miss Flashlight attached to your hip!" Jinx is so angry she can imagine her blood boiling, the bubbles causing her body to shake. "You don't know shit!", she pokes her fingernail into Caitlyn's chest. "You left me at the party, not the other way around!"
At this point, Caitlyn was feeling some guilt, but both girls were mad at each other due to what had happened. Caitlyn was wrong and strong about it, refusing to back down. She slaps Jinx's hand away and retorts," Well, it doesn't matter now. You got the quick fuck you wanted." Fuming, Jinx gets in Caitlyn's face; nostrils flared as their noses touch. "I DIDN'T WANT A QUICK FUCK! I JUST WANTED YOU!" Feeling defeated, Jinx turns, harshly bumping Caitlyn, and heads towards the door. "Fuck this...", she mumbles to herself. Before she can unlock the door, Caitlyn grabs Jinx's hand and gently pulls her closer. Leaving no room for protest, Caitlyn allows one hand to cup Jinx's cheek while the other moves to her waist, effectively halting any more movement. In a softer tone, she requests, "Say it again." Jinx, still pissed but more flustered than anything, whispers," what..?" Caitlyn tightens her grip on the girl's waist before repeating her command," Say. It. Again." And for some reason, Jinx complies. "I want you, Caitlyn." The confession was like music to Caitlyn's ears, giving her an extra boost of confidence. Jinx was peeking up at her through her lashes, eyes wide and expectant. Tension filled the closet, and both girls knew what they wanted to happen next, what should happen next. Leaning down, Caitlyn captures Jinx's lips between her own. Jinx lets out a soft gasp, and Caitlyn takes full advantage of the opportunity as she sucks on Jinx's bottom lips before sinking her teeth in. She is entirely too aware of the dynamic shifting between them.
Pulling away from the kiss, she continues the conversation. "How bad do you want me?" The look in Jinx's eyes made Caitlyn's heart pound in delectable excitement. As if she had no other choice, Jinx slowly lowers herself to her knees while holding eye - contact with Caitlyn, dragging her nails down her exposed thighs. "This much.", Jinx admits, looking between Caitlyn's eyes and the space underneath her skirt. Caitlyn feels a sense of ownership in her heart as Jinx plays with the band of her skirt, silently asking Caitlyn for permission. Nodding breathlessly, Caitlyn gives that permission without even thinking about what she's agreeing to. How could she deny any offer made by Jinx when the girl is kneeling between her legs?
Smirking to herself, Jinx dips her head underneath Caitlyn's skirt, reappearing moments later to tug her panties down with her teeth. Jinx sharply nips at Caitlyn's thighs, leaving love bites behind as she works her way back up to her core. Jinx wastes no time, inhaling the naturally sweet scent, allowing her nose to bump up against Caitlyn's clit. Caitlyn jerks her hips upwards. "No teasing...", she warns when Jinx chuckles at her reaction. Instead of responding, Jinx licks one long stripe from Caitlyn's opening up to her clit before wrapping her lips around the bundle of nerves. Caitlyn lets out a hiss and grabs hold of one of Jinx's braids, and throws her other hand up to grab onto the shelf above her, effectively knocking over bottles of cleaning products. "More.. Please, Jinx..." The words shoot right between Jinx's legs and encourage her to reach up and sink her nails into Caitlyn's ass, pulling her cunt impossibly closer to her mouth. Jinx then lifts one of Caitlyn's legs up over her shoulder and slurps up some of Caitlyn's wetness. She then spreads her cunt open and spits the wetness back onto it before she plunges her tongue right into Caitlyn's soaking center. "Fuck, Jinx..!”, Caitlyn moans while rocking her hips back and forth, helping to fuck herself on Jinx’s tongue. Jinx continues to slide her tongue in and out of Caitlyn, working her right up to the edge.
Right when Caitlyn thinks she could cum, Jinx pulls her tongue out of her swiftly, making Caitlyn whine at the emptiness. Before she can complain, Jinx replaces her tongue with two fingers. She scissors them to stretch her Caitlyn out a bit before mercilessly pounding into her, making sure to curl her fingers at the right spot. The noises being let out by Caitlyn were heavenly, but Jinx needed to know Caitlyn wanted her and just how badly. She bunches up Caitlyn's skirt so it's no longer blocking her face, "How long have you been waiting for this?", Jinx boldly asks. Not missing a beat, Caitlyn responds," You're all I've been thinking about since I laid eyes on you.." Jinx pauses a moment before shockingly asking, full of jealously, "What about Vi..? "Time stills for a moment. Caitlyn forces her eyes to open through the pleasure so she can give Jinx her full attention. Jinx unknowingly holds her breath, thinking she's taken it too far. "Who?", Caitlyn responds with feigned innocence. That pleases Jinx well enough. Her fingers pick up speed again as she attaches her lips to Caitlyn's clit at the same time. Jinx starts to feel wetness cover her mouth and hand as Caitlyn tightens her thighs around her head.
"Fuck... fuck, you're so good..", Caitlyn trails off, and in one long moan, she's coming. Jinx helps to gently lower Caitlyn's leg while rubbing comforting circles on her thighs, ignoring the buzz of electricity flowing through her body. Having caught her breath, Caitlyn guides Jinx upwards by her chin into a kiss. When she tastes herself on Jinx's tongue, she lets out a long groan, and the kiss turns feverish and rough. Not being able to contain herself, she moves her hand from Jinx's chin to her neck, putting enough pressure to test Jinx's limits. A low hum is heard, so Caitlyn adds enough force to make Jinx see stars. The soft giggle that escapes from the shorter girl's lips makes Caitlyn pool at the realization that Jinx likes rough. Luckily, Caitlyn has enough built-up frustration that she can definitely give Jinx what she wants. With no warning, Caitlyn attaches her lips to Jinx's neck, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses. By the time she gets to the shell of Jinx's ear and bites, Jinx is a desperate mess and panting in anticipation. Caitlyn didn't miss the way Jinx shivered when she announced her praise, and she fully intends on milking that factor for every drop it's worth. "Well, aren't you being, oh so very well behaved?", she husks in Jinx's ear.
The statement catches Jinx off guard, and her knees buckle for a moment before she catches herself. She swallows thickly before responding breathlessly, "Mhm.. I'm on my best behavior." She expected a little dirty talk since all Caitlyn has ever done is try to talk to her, but what Jinx didn't expect was for Caitlyn to hum while sliding her hands underneath jinx's top. Jinx flushes a deep red and releases a choked gasp when Caitlyn uses the tips of her fingers to graze over her nipples slowly. "Tell me, bluebell, why are you being so good?" Jinx blushes impossibly more red as she reaches up in an attempt to cover her face. Before she can, Caitlyn roughly pinches her right nipple, and Jinx gasps in shock, but the pain quickly transforms to pleasure and leaves Jinx whining. Her eyes flutter, trying to close at the sensation, but Caitlyn pinches her left nipple to keep the attention on her. " Ah.. Ah.. answer the question.", Caitlyn reprimands. She then begins to palm both of Jinx's breasts, and when no response is heard, she continues, "Good girls don't ignore someone who's trying to reward them." Jinx hisses and swallows her pride, preparing to answer Caitlyn.
All Jinx knows is she wants to please Caitlyn. She can barely even think with all the pain, pleasure, and fresh memories of being between Caitlyn's legs flooding her senses. So she says the first thing that comes to mind. "Because I want you to fuck me." The words make Caitlyn moan as she lifts up Jinx's shirt and starts sucking and biting on her chest, leaving deep, purple hickies. Caitlyn pulls one of her nipples between her teeth and tugs as her hands find their way to Jinx's ass, groping and sinking her nails in. Caitlyn has Jinx moaning and breathless, but she still wants more. She slaps Jinx's ass, the sound echoing while Jinx grunts. "Oh... my... fucking...god..." In one fell swoop, Caitlyn has spun Jinx around and is pinning her up against the shelves. The wood digs into Jinx's back, and her braids get caught on the hooks beside them, but Jinx doesn't complain. She's too distracted by the way Caitlyn is holding eye contact with her as she undoes her pants. Her smirk is evident as she slides Jinx's pants down to her ankles before palming her cunt through her panties. Jinx should've known Caitlyn would be teasing her to no end with that look on her face.
The thought that Caitlyn is enjoying this as much as Jinx has her dripping wet, and she knows Caitlyn can feel it when she slips her fingers into her panties, past Jinx's soft mound of hair. Caitlyn's smirk grows into a smug grin, and Jinx releases a deep breath while clutching Caitlyn's arm, trying to stabilize herself and her body's reactions. "You and that perfect fucking smile.." Caitlyn uses two fingers to rub against Jinx's clit, slow and calculated, getting Jinx to finally shut her eyes in pleasure. "How could I not smile?", Caitlyn comments while gathering up some of Jinx's wetness to apply more pressure on her clit. "You're fucking dripping...", Caitlyn grunts out, emphasizing her words by shoving three fingers into Jinx's wet core with no resistance at all. The feeling of being stretched out so suddenly goes straight to Jinx's head. Her eyes roll back, and her head lulls to the side. Caitlyn curls her fingers upward, massaging Jinx's g-spot, gripping her ass to both spread her open and hold her in place. "That's it, baby.. just relax. I'm only giving you what you want.", Caitlyn coos. Her soft words go against her actions as she gives her ass one last slap and locks her grip on Jinx's throat. When Caitlyn starts pounding into her, Jinx can't do anything except let out mewls of pleasure and the occasional curse word. As she rocks her hips, aiding in Caitlyn hitting her g-spot again, Caitlyn feels Jinx tighten around her fingers and can't help but think that being inside Jinx, fucking her, and watching her perky tits bounce is going to be her new favorite past time; the first will be when she watches Jinx cum all over her hand.
Caitlyn knows Jinx is close and isn't afraid to voice that fact. "You're not gonna last long fucking yourself on my hand like that, blue-bell..." In the midst of all the pleasure, hearing Caitlyn speak so vulgar pushes Jinx over the edge. Caitlyn attacks Jinx with a mouth-bruising kiss, and Jinx has to bite Caitlyn's lip to muffle her high-pitched squeal. When the feeling comes back into her body, Jinx pulls Caitlyn's hand out of her panties and brings it up to her mouth, making a show of sucking the tips clean. Not satisfied enough, Caitlyn takes the liberty of shoving the full length of her fingers into Jinx's mouth. "Suck." Jinx moans and tries her best to follow the instructions but three fingers, knuckle deep, is enough to make her eyes water. When she finally gags, Caitlyn chuckles and removes her fingers. "You look so pretty when you're teary-eyed.", she says, and she meant it. She helps to untangle Jinx's hair from the hooks and bends to pull Jinx's pants back up, noticing the worried look on her face, like she's afraid Caitlyn is about to walk out on her again. Caitlyn bends down and places a soft, lingering kiss on Jinx's forehead and pulls her close, enveloping her in a hug. "I'm not going anywhere, Jinx. Not this time." Jinx only nods.
"Okay, look...", Caitlyn starts and tilts Jinx's chin up, so their eyes meet, then continues, "I'm sorry for what's happened, Jinx. You, Vi, Blondie... it was all too much, and I- I didn't know how to handle it.", she softly knocks their foreheads together. "But that's not going to happen again. I'm. Right. Here." Jinx pulls back from the hug. "Okay, I believe you..", Jinx responds, sounding reassured. Both girls gather themselves quickly before Jinx connects their hands and leads them towards the closet door. She turns the handle, and right before she opens it, Jinx turns to face Caitlyn and flashes a goofy grin, "And just so you know, this isn't the one hundred percent right moment I was talking about before... but who am I to deny angry make-up sex."
🔮the weather was hot, muggy, and dense. the sun shining seemed to cook jinx from the inside out. despite the climate, jinx still went out just for the sake of being outside. wandering around aimlessly, she wasn’t expecting anything more than slight entertainment in the form of people watching.
🔮all that changed the moment that your paths interlocked. her attention is automatically drawn to the colors swirling around in your irises. the sunlight shining in your eyes makes them resemble the wings of monarchs. jinx starts sweating. she’s not sure if it's the lack of oxygen in the Zaun or the heat. she smiles at you but doesn’t dare to make a sound, scared that if she opens up her mouth a butterfly might come flying out. she decides she can’t let you walk away.
🔮what you both call a friendship is developed. in all actuality, what develops, is a relationship of sorts. lingering fingertips and glances. accidental moments. much like two black holes, you both had no other choice but to consume each other. she floods your mind, in the same way, you flood hers.
🔮one day jinx requests something of you. a love potion. simple enough. you’re aware of the danger but you would happily do anything jinx asked you to. you expect her to pick it up and go on her way, but are presently surprised by her coming back to pick up the potion with food for the both of you. she claims to just know you haven’t had lunch yet. you joke your powers are rubbing off on her.
🔮jinx is especially jumpy while you guys eat. you drop a piece of food and watch it fall to the ground. that split second is all it takes. jinx reaches over and dumps the entire bottle into your drink, swirls it around with her pinky, and wipes the remaining droplets on her pants. the strong sweet and floral taste hits you before the flavor of your drink even does. immediately your focus is on her, while she’s looking at everything else in the room instead of at you. keeping your eyes focused on her, you down the whole glass. a silent confession.
🔮the potion was a bust. you knew it would be. to you, this means nothing. to jinx, this is reason enough to be concerned. as the hours go on she realizes there’s been no change and jinx almost seems to fold into herself. like an animal trapped between fight or flight. she can’t take it anymore, so she breaks the tension as abruptly as she knows how. next thing you know jinx has jumped up and is getting closer to your face with every word she exclaims.
🔮“What did you do!?! Why didn’t the potion work!?!”. that was enough to make you stand as well. you let out a breath while shaking your head in adornment. you put your hands on jinx’s shoulders and before she can continue on her tirade, you kiss her. it’s chaste and sweet. all you need to shut her up. jinx allows you to press your forehead against hers. the pink shade rising in her cheeks compliments her eyes in ways you can’t even describe. her heart swells while you assure her, “A potion can not create what is already there.”
**if you would like i can do a bullet point list of how i think jinx would be w a regular witch s/o not just specifically a love witch, because that was kind of what limited me**
my draft didn’t save so i literally had to rewrite this right when i was about to be done w the whole thing ANYWAYS SO
jinx x gn reader drabble
based off of the song You’re My Girl (Lost Recording #6 by Mark Diamond
tw : u play guitar so 🚩, mention of drug usage, mentions of drinking, insanely attractive love interest, do we get the girl? who knows?, mentions of sex, sexual themes, angst, jinx cheats on ekko :(… but w/ u tho :)))), im actually so sad guys lmao i broke my own heart
song links : Spotify | Apple Music
You met Jinx in a club somewhere between Jericho’s and The Last Drop. You had ditched the group you were originally with, a sorry excuse for a performance in Piltover. The ends of blue braids lure you into this specific club. As soon as you walk in, electric sapphire eyes lock onto yours, shock running through your veins. For the rest of the night, you two were inseparable. Her hands were permanently placed at your hips. Whenever there was a slow sensual song you could count on Jinx to pull you in close, merging your bodies. Your hearts pounding together match the beat surging through the speakers. As time passes, the touches you both share linger for longer. The air becomes thicker. Jinx litters kisses across your neck as her hands drag against the sides of your body. Her palms find their place on your ass, nails digging into you, leaving an impression underneath your clothing.
Tell me does he know you're laying here with me? 'Cause your hearts inside my hand but you're too afraid to leap.
In the heat of the moment, you crash your lips into Jinx’s own. Her teeth tug at your bottom lip in desire. She allows you to push her through the crowd, leading her out of the club. “My place or yours?”, you gasp out in between kisses. “Yours. Definitely yours.”, Jinx asserts a little too quickly for comfort. But you pay no attention to it, too focused on the fact that the woman wants you in the same way you want her. The sex was otherworldly, vicious, and addictive. You were hooked. And apparently, Jinx was as well. She was the one who initiated most of the following hookups. Whether it be leaving you notes with meeting locations and times or sneaking into your room, her advances were acknowledged and reciprocated. Jinx often described being around you as her heart clawing its way out of her chest to reach yours. So you were shocked by the rejection you faced when you asked her out on a proper date. Her body folds in on itself like she’s harboring something from you. “Oh.. trinket, no... I have a boyfriend. Me and you can’t do things like that..”
Tell me does he know the way you look at me, no.
You’re not sure why you unlatch your window when you hear Jinx’s signature tap on the glass. You chalk it all up to you depriving yourself of her, meaning you were depriving yourself of sex. The surprise in her eyes is evident as you slowly open the window for her to climb through. It was uncomfortable at first. You over here. Jinx over there. You were fidgeting nervously, while Jinx was steadily eyeing you. It was like she was committing this moment to memory. Like you let her in this once, but definitely won’t be willing to do it again. Regret and longing swim in her irises. Suddenly Jinx is enveloping you in her arms, breathing you in, while you’re breathing out the air you didn’t know you were holding. It all feels too natural. Too much like home. A sob rips through you. Jinx runs her hand over the top of your head as she sincerely whispers, “Oh... I’m so sorry, my love…” Old habits die hard. For the rest of the night, you find yourself at the will of her mercy. The next morning you find yourself alone.
And she said, “I, oh I've gotta let you go. I, oh I've gotta let you go”
Ekko finds out rather easily and quickly. Turns out Jinx is just about as skilled in keeping secrets as she is at hiding hickies. You know this because Jinx comes crashing into your apartment screaming nonsense at you. She was blaming you for Ekko’s departure. That you shouldn’t have been leaving fucking hickies in the first place. The words make you hyper-aware of the fading bruises that littered your thighs. You never complained when she left pieces of herself lingering within you. Jinx tells you it was all a mistake. That she was going through a shimmer bender and was making reckless decisions. That it should've never fucking happened. That in order for her to make things right with Ekko, she would have to let you go. Before you could plead your case Jinx was gone.
Tell me does he write you a song called you're my girl, no. Or sing about you every night alll around this world. Tell me does he hold you the way I use to ?
You throw yourself into your music. Melodies of her silhouette find themselves onto your pages. Notes that resemble the feeling of her in your arms flow from your guitar. Memories intertwined with reality every time you performed. You called it healing. Others called it drowning yourself in Jinx. So you try another approach. You indulge yourself in the women that aid you in forgetting about the creature that plagued your mind. You find that you prefer red-heads now. Ones that spoke softly and smelled of daisies to replace the one who spoke chaotically and smelled of smoke and rainwater. Your soul gradually loses its attachment to hers. Over time, you’ve accepted the idea of what could’ve been.
When it's late and you can't fall asleep. And you've had a little too much to drink. You give me a call.
It was late Friday. Or early Saturday. You’ve been performing in a larger selection of bars and venues. The women who take a stronger liking to your gigs convince you to go with them to their favorite clubs. This leaves you distracted and exhausted. All the energy leaves your body as you collapse onto your bed. You get a hint of something all too familiar and it makes your head spin. You convince yourself it’s just the effects of the last drink you pounded down before you stumbled out of the club. The blaring sound of your phone cuts through the wave of sleep that is about to overtake you. Eyes half-open, you answer the call, not expecting the raspy voice from the other end. Jinx is on the other end. “Oh wow! I didn’t th-hiccup-think that you would pick up..”. You could practically smell the alcohol on her from here. Memories of your most intimate moments with Jinx consume your mind.
You say, “I just wanna hear your voice. Please don't hang up the phone.”
Bile rises in your throat. You reach for your phone, aiming to end the call. As if Jinx can feel the panic in your chest through the phone, she desperately pleads, “T-Trinket please don’t hang up. I just want to hear your voice. Need to..” Forgotten feelings come rushing back. You always knew that in the end, you would never hesitate to do what Jinx asked of you. “Alright bluebell, I’m right here. Not hangin’ up.”
You whisper, “I might've been wrong.” I said, “Darling I'm already gone.”
Silence follows. You intently listen to the sound of her erratic breathing like it’s a lost song. You hadn’t realized how much you missed her presence alone. Knowing Jinx, she couldn’t stand the quiet. She starts trying to fill the void with words, allowing every thought in her mind to stumble out of her mouth. What she confesses last is the only thing that makes sense. “I think I really fucked up. I might’ve been wrong in who I chose. And n-now it’s too late. I can’t expect you to let yourself go and fall back into me again.” Jinx was all you wanted. Everything that consumed you and drove you. Life without her was absolutely debilitating. You couldn’t find it in your heart to pass up the opportunity to have her back. With the most emotion you’ve felt in months, you admit, “Darling, I’m already gone.”
how are u? i hope you having a good day, i would like to do a request to one of my favorites writers, maybeee jinx x fem reader who is a fashion icon?? maybe a supermodel, stylist, something like that! have a good day <3
heyyy bestieeee!! im alright thanks for asking! i cant believe you said im one of your favorite writers. you make my heart go boom boom. YOU have an AMAZING day <333
anyways, what a cool idea!! so creative. i had a lot of fun writing this
🌌 What actually caught her eye about you first was the outfit you had on. As soon you passed by Jinx you drew her attention towards you. She had never seen anyone dressed like you before. Immediately walked up to you and complimented your outfit
🌌 Being that Jinx is so creative, she’s a huge part in your design brainstorming process. Her mind never runs out of colorful, new, inventive ideas so that’s especially helpful when you’re experiencing a block.
🌌 One of your fav things to do with Jinx is going out into the fashion district and people-watching. You guys have a lot of fun in spotting cool outfit designs, or brainstorming ideas on how to make someones outfit better.
🌌 Going to the mall with her is a dangerous game. Jinx will encourage you to try on every outfit you think is cute and will also throw pieces at you that she wants to see you in.
🌌 She’s always fixing up your sewing machine for you and lets you use her as a clothing stand dummy when you’re pinning alterations together on clothes.
🌌 Jinx’s mechanic butterflies actually inspired a leather line of yours. You presented the sketches along with the final designs to her as an anniversary gift. Her favorite piece is the leather jacket with the butterflies littered across the back.
🌌 She planned a date night where you both amped up some plain pieces of clothing you both had. The clothes you make with Jinx always become your favorite articles to put on.
🌌 Whenever you have a show Jinx pumps you up and encourages you up until the moment you go behind stage. She’s always right in the front screaming her lungs out as soon as you step out.
🌌 After a show Jinx litters you in praise and affection. She tells you how good you did and how amazing you looked. Is super eager to see the high-quality pictures and videos later.
🌌 Is always offering to take pictures of and with you whenever you guys go out. Takes candid photos of you constantly. When Jinx meets a new person she always ends up showing them your Instagram.
🌌 Gets really jealous when scrolling through your social media. Will argue with gross people in your comments. Isn’t afraid to post you and show you off. You’re like 80% of her posts she’s literally obsessed.
🌌 If you spam her with photos and videos she won’t answer for about an hour because she’s too busy making edits of you. She’s honestly your biggest fan. Posts the edits on TikTok.
🌌 Jinx made a separate tiktok for you guys’ fashion/relationship content. Posts couple outfits, thrifting dates, the clothes you make together, and get ready with us videos.
🌌 Always bothers you when you try on clothes from your PR packages because they just fit you perfectly. She can never keep her hands off of you.
🌌 Loves to dress you up in her style. Calls you her perfect little doll. Says that she’s jealous of you because you can pull anything off.
🌌 Has a bad habit of stealing cool fabrics from the expensive shops in Piltover to give to you.
🌌 Is always bragging about how creative and talented you are. If someone compliments something she’s wearing that you made she’ll immediately boast about it. Inventor of “Thanks my girlfriend made it!!”
🌌 Compliments you in artistic ways. Says that you’re a one of a kind design and that the gods took their time with you. She gets a little dramatic at times and will say that you were carved by Michelangelo himself and polished off by the tears of angels.
🌌 You were the first person to take her measurements. Before you she was always just guessing. Her clothes were either a tad bit tight or way too big.
🌌 Asks you for help deciding on a size when online shopping. When you ask why she can’t do it herself she says it’s because you pick them the best.
🌌 Keeps gifting you thimbles for some reason. Very much crow find shiny thing, give to human.
🌌 Makes you cute little pin cushions and gives you them when you’re feeling down. The first one she ever made you was a raccoon.
🌌 Always asks, “Trinket can you make me this!?!” while showing you a random article of clothing/outfit she saw on social media.
🌌 One of your most memorable dates was when you guys made tie dye tops, shorts, bucket hats, and socks. Tik Tok loved it too.
🌌 Started crocheting after she met you. Keeps making you guys matching hats.
