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Jinx sauntered towards Silco, her hips swaying in an irresistible motion. She was desperate for his touch. It was the only affection she had known since Vi left her years ago. Perhaps the only affection she deserved after all she had done. She destroyed parts of Piltover to bring him the hextech crystal, killing people - no, not people, she reminded herself. Enforcers. Without thinking, she reached her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his. She could feel the surge of pleasure between her legs as she met his warmth with her own.
“Do you like it?” Jinx asked submissively. The lilt in her voice felt forced as she stared off into the distance of her workshop with emptiness in her pitiful blue eyes. Maybe she was forcing it. He had reminded her just a few days ago that she was always manipulating his feelings, tempting him with her body. He told her that’s why he started coming to her bedroom to begin with.
“No.” Silco responded flatly. He tore his body away from her, taking with it the warmth of his embrace. “It’s not enough. Not for what you’ve done to me…” He paused before correcting himself. “To Zaun.”
Her face fell, downcast with remorse. The bite of his disappointment switched off the autopilot momentarily and she was flooded with a sense of anguish. She wanted to fall to her knees. She wanted to plead for him to touch her. To scream out to him. Instead, she wrapped her arms around herself, soothing the desperation with her own warmth as she choked back tears. Unable to meet Silco’s eyes, she quietly apologized. “I’m sorry.” She managed to shrink her form, making it even smaller in his presence.
“You’re sorry?” Silco scoffed and set the glowing blue orb down on her workbench. His eyes lingered on the prize for a moment. He regarded it with an expression of wonder. An object that would bring him power. Just like Jinx. His eyes darted back in her direction, the sense of wonder long gone, now replaced with disgust. “A pathetic apology isn’t going to be enough to undo the problems you’ve caused me, girl.”
Her body acted of its own accord as the remorse behind her tears was replaced with a need. Her hands moved up his chest and then down, stroking against him and lingering on all the places she knew would make him feel wanted. Silco breathed into her touch for a moment before catching her by the wrists and commanding her eyes to meet his. “What do we say?” He nearly spat the question.
The tone was patronizing, but it made sense to Jinx. She had terrible manners, after all. Silco was merely trying to teach her. Her body softened into his painful grasp. She could leave at any time. Pull away from him and shoot him if she really wanted to. Instead, she was seducing him with her body. Melting into his grasp like she wanted this. Like she wanted him. She shot a glance to the pistol sitting on the table before the scribbled face of Mylo invaded her vision. He peeked over Silco’s shoulder, beckoning her.
Just do it, Powder. Jinx this one, too. The hallucinatory image of Mylo cackled, mocking her with finger guns that he pressed to Silco’s temple. She furrowed her brows and clasped her thighs together. She couldn’t make the hallucination stop, but the sensations between her legs soothed her.
“Please.” Jinx couldn’t tell if she was responding to Mylo or Silco. Her body sought his, rubbing against the older man.
“Show me how you like it.” Silco released her and roughly pushed her at the table. She tumbled into it, catching her side on the edge. The sharp ache was certain to leave a bruise, but she didn’t want to make him feel bad, choosing to recover quietly.
Jinx shimmied her pants down, feeling a gush between her legs: preparation for what was to come. She pulled her naked body up to sit on the only spot of her workbench free of mess and clutter, presenting her body to him. She spread her legs in the way that Silco had always preferred taking her. Or maybe it was how she preferred being taken. He told her once that he liked to see her. That she always looked like she enjoyed it. Maybe she did. Her needs were so intertwined with his she didn’t know anymore. Gently, she parted the swollen flesh, sore from the frequency in which she gave herself to Silco over the stressful past week. The stress she caused. Despite the ache, she couldn’t say no to him. In fact, she eagerly sought him. She couldn’t bear to lose her usefulness. Or the comforting touch of the only father this life had allowed her.
Silco pressed his mouth to hers, thrusting his looming body against hers. She could feel the acid rise in her throat as she took in the taste of cigars and whisky. The flavor of his kiss made her sick. She never did like the taste of cigars. He pushed his tongue into her mouth. Her body not only received it, but returned it with a passion that felt so real. It must be real, right? She never did like the taste of whisky. She panted into his mouth, mashing her lips and teeth into his with a desperation that led her hands across his back, pulling at him hungrily.
The nausea dissolved as her mind sought safety. A place where she didn’t need to use her body to receive affection. She could feel Vi cradling her in their old bedroom, telling her everything was okay. Silco’s hands replaced the gentle touch in her imagination with something more sinister. Her sister’s hands trailed across her skin and instead of the comforting caress that Jinx longed for, they followed the same route that Silco took on her vacant body. They grabbed at her breast, claiming her most sensitive areas. And as Silco pressed his mouth against her cunt, so too did the image of Vi. Within moments she was reaching her peak, thrusting against Silco’s face involuntarily. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to force the images away, forcing the feeling between her legs along with it. Yet, the confusing feelings of lust for someone who had only cared for her platonically wormed its way through the false sense of security, forcing her to accept the only fantasy her mind would allow. The intrusive thoughts pushed her over the edge until she was cumming on Silco’s tongue.
You’re real messed up, kid. Jinx’s eyes shot open at the voice of Vander, who stood judging her from across the workshop. She squeezed her eyes to shut out the image, but he continued walking towards her under the darkened lids. The static of his hallucinatory form illuminated the sympathetic frown that slid across his face as his shifting image came close enough she could smell the spice of the cologne he used to wear. Maybe when you’re done with him, you’ll let me have a go, too. She could only watch as the vision unzipped and started stroking. Her body ached at the sight of his pleasure. Is this what desire felt like? She moaned. Did she want to fuck Vander, too?
“No, no, no.” Jinx shook her head, wide-eyed and horrified as the ghost of Vander taunted her. Sexualized her. Her eyes darted to Silco, desperate for some amount of respite from the nightmares that haunted her waking dreams. “Please, stop.”
Silco’s cock sprung free from his trousers. Hadn’t he heard her pleas? He dipped his finger tips into the slick wet and it took everything in her to not recoil from the discomfort. Maybe she didn’t actually say it. Maybe it wasn’t loud enough to hear. Silco pushed his fingers deeper. “Are you ready?” He didn’t wait for an answer, instead scissoring his fingers to spread her tender insides. Jinx could only nod, masking the pain with pleasured groans. Her body quivered under him. Did she like this? She felt a throb between her legs as he stroked his length against her. “Look how wet you are,” Silco purred. Is this what she wanted? Her weary eyes rolled to the pistol beside her.
Make him stop, Pow-Pow. He’s hurting you. A vision of Vi pleaded with her, attempting to reach out and cup her face, but cowered away as Silco slammed into her all the way to the hilt. Jinx shook her head in response. “It feels good.” She tried to reassure the ghost, or maybe she was reassuring herself. His thrusts felt like they were ripping her apart, but she tried to focus on something else: the familiarity of the cold metal on his vest as it warmed against her skin. It was her only comfort as he violated her.
He slammed into her, clutching her tightly to his chest. Jinx clung to him, her small hands gripping desperately at his shirt as he sought his climax. “You’re doing so good for me.” He praised through sharp breaths in the sapphire locks of her hair. “So good.” Silco groaned. Her head nodded eagerly as she echoed him, meeting his thrusts with her own despite the searing sensation. It was the nicest thing he said to her all week.
Jinx studied his face, observing his pleasure as it turned into a familiar grimace. He was distracted. Frustrated. The beads of sweat gathering on his forehead dripped. She could taste the saltiness. Something to focus on as she came to terms with the fact that this would not be a quick one. It was never enough to simply fuck her. He always needed to take it further. Push her further. She guided his tense fingers to her throat, inviting him to take the frustration out on her. And he accepted. Gripping his large fist around her neck until the grimace turned into a snarl. Spit gathered in his mouth, spraying across her face with each frenzied grunt. He reached another hand to close around her throat, squeezing both of them together as he roughly thrust into her.
The contents of her workbench rattled around them. The projects she had spent so much time on, falling to the ground as Silco took her. She listened as the gathered bits and bobs for a new flash bomb model rolled off the edge of the catwalk to the bottom of the tower her workshop sat upon. “St-p,” Jinx squeaked out through her constricted throat. Another project tumbled away with a metallic pang followed by a clattering of gentle tings . “ST-P,” she rasped louder, now looking into Silco’s eyes with her own, blueing expression. He looked past her panicked expression, determined to finish.
The hallucinatory scribbles in her peripheral vision gathered again into the form of Vander. He was shaking his head. The deep grumble in his chest was a sigh, pitying her. If you were strong like your sister, you’d quit worrying about those bombs and actually put an end to this. He chuckled as he reminisced. Silco is weak, too. That’s why you lot deserve each other.
A strangled whisper rasped out through her sore throat. “That’s not true.” Jinx is strong. Silco said so! And Silco was always right. Wasn’t he?
She couldn’t tell when the tears started, only sensing them as they gathered in small puddles in the dips of her collarbones. The fading edges of her vision were a welcome break as she drifted towards unconsciousness. She couldn’t focus when she was in this state. Silco leaned in like he always did when he was getting close. He breathed her in deeply and whispered to her. He called her name as he shook over top of her, stealing kisses from her purpling lips. He began thrusting erratically as he grunted into her mouth. “I-I love you.” Silco croaked out the confession as he pounded away. It was a confession he only gave her when he was inside of her. He plunged into her, sheathing his length all the way as he emptied himself, roaring and twitching as he brutalized her.
Finally, he let go of her throat and collapsed on top of her. Her vision refocused and her skull ached with each pump of blood as she heaved sharp, pained breaths into her oxygen-starved lungs. The burning reminders of her faded state left her wanting. Longing for Silco to put an end to it all. To give her a punishment she could tolerate if only for the fact that she wouldn't have to be around to endure it. Why was she like this? She always did get too emotional after sex. Hysterical, Silco would say. He planted lazy kisses across the soft skin of her cheeks, wet with the unceasing tears. She could never leave him, not when Silco kissed her so sweetly. Not when she finally had someone who made her feel loved. Someone who gave her a purpose. With one last shiftless thrust, Jinx remembered the soreness between her legs. She regarded it with a sullen look in her red-rimmed eyes. The weight of his body was uncomfortable on her small frame and she tried to shift under him to get a deeper breath. He was too heavy, forcing her to accept only stifled gasps for air.
After a few lingering moments, Silco lifted his body off of her and his pleasure dripped out in rivulets onto the floor, stinging on its way out. He held a towel to her sore folds, gently dabbing away the fluids as she winced. “You know you can tell me to stop if it hurts, don’t you?” He sought a dry side of the towel, adjusting the rough material to reveal spots of blood.
Jinx shifted from her stupor, propping herself up on her elbows with furrowed brows, confused. She did tell him, didn’t she? He kept going. He ignored her. Her eyes darted around as she searched for an explanation. Her eyes stopped on his face. He looked so concerned as he wiped away the blood and cum of his sex. Their sex. “I did-” Her voice cracked, strained by her swollen throat.
“You certainly did not, Jinx.” Silco looked surprised. Frustrated. He was so confident.
“I thought I did...” Jinx mumbled, her words trailing off. The oceans in her eyes unable to meet the disappointment that twisted in his.
Silco sighed and pulled the shell of her body against his. The nausea crept in again. The burn in her throat encouraged the deluge of tears. Why did she feel so sick when he touched her? “I tried-” She managed to mutter before her words broke off into a sob. Nothing made sense.
Silco stroked her hair and breathed in deeply, shuddering on the exhale. “You’ve always been such a reckless girl.”
Jinx simply stared into the distance. Until there was no nausea. No more pain. Only an emptiness and the faraway whimpers that gently fell from her mouth.
“Let it out.” He pulled her into a tight embrace, rubbing softly against her back as she hiccupped out louder and louder cries. She remembered the bedroom that Vi would comfort her in. The musty sheets that would hold them in the wet, deep underground place they had called home. She imagined the safety of her sister’s embrace. The way she told her no monster would ever get her when she was around.
He squeezed her tightly - a flash of his heavy body weighing her down just moments ago. Jinx let out frantic wails. “You’re hallucinating again, aren’t you?” He shushed her as he rocked her naked body back and forth.
She didn’t know how long she had been sitting there, staring off desolately as her body wept. As the wetness between her thighs grew cold and then dried to a sticky goo. She breathed in a deep, jagged breath and brushed the snot from her nose. In the momentary silence Silco pulled her face to look at his. His eyebrows were squeezed into a worried, sad expression.
“I’m sorry.” Those gloomy blue eyes of hers darted away as she confessed. “It won’t happen again.” She sniffled, relaxing her face into his palms.
Silco sighed and caressed a calloused finger across her cheek to the delicate skin of her lips, parting them with his thumb. Mindlessly, Jinx sucked as she reached out across the wet spot in his pants. She pressed against the firm bulge, seeking his forgiveness in the only way she knew how. He stood up suddenly, like he had been electrified by her touch. Feverishly, he grabbed at her body, forcing her to bend over her workbench. He undid his pants and gave her the vindication she sought.