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Jinx was hiding out in the Last Drop's kitchen. Chem-Baron meetings were soooo boring. Blah blah, money, Silco fix this, blah blah, Jinx did that, blah! Buncha babies. Coming to Silco like he was their daddy, as if! Daddy was her daddy, no one else’s. And they always put Silly in a bad mood. The kitchen doors were kicked in and a snarling Silco stomped through. Speaking of the One-Eyed Devil....
"Everyone out!"
The serving staff scurried away and Jinx sighed. One of the few bad parts of being Scrunky's one and only were the bitch-fests. Silco paced and ranted about incompetent fools with Finn being a insolent fuckboi in particular. Jinx nodded along and ate cocktail olives from a big glass jar. At least she had snacks this time, these fucking olives rocked.
"I need the damn Slickjaws or I'd gut Finn where he stands. The lack of respect! The childish arrogance, that fucking metal-mouthed street trash piece of sump-shit!"
Her frustrated Silly, he’d never pop off in front of the other Barons. So, he’ll seethe at the moment but then he’ll collect himself and go back, all cool and dry. Hmm, that gave Jinx an idea. She looked at the tray on the table next to the one she was sitting on. The after-meeting drinks, in their fancy-ass cups, were ready to taken out. One for each annoying hairbag that was making him seethe. A very clever idea exploded in her head. She snickered, tossed the half-empty jar behind her and slipped off the table.
"Silco! Silly Silco! Silly Daddy! Stop thinking like…well, you!"
Jinx grinned at her Rat, slithered around him and closed the kitchen doors, locking them.
"You want a bit of get-back? But you can't risk open war? Not yet anyway?" She rolled her hips as she sauntered back over to him, his eye fell on them, she smirked. Jinx already had the Rat trapped; she pressed herself against his chest. She activated her ‘lets-fuck’ tone as she scratched at his vest.
"Stop thinking quick and neat. Try petty. Try thinking childish yourself. Try being a brat. Try...wet and messy!"
His eyebrow rose and those sexy thin lips of his opened but before he started with the annoying questions, Jinx shoved him back against the kitchen table and sank to her knees. She went for his fly.
"Jinx! What are you doin...Aaaa!"
She fished out that big pretty cock of his and planted a kiss on the head.
The bluenette gave the soft shaft one long lick before sucking it inside. That cut off his protests. Silco started hardening in her mouth immediately. Jinx’s head bobbed and her tongue flicked, she knew the exact rhythm to keep him on the edge and purr like a Yordle but like she said, 'wet and messy.'
Silco's hands were locked on the table. Jinx reached out, pryed them off and placed them on the top of her head.
Her way of saying, ‘skull-fuck me!’ Silco never had to told twice. His big hands took hold of her braids; winding them around his palms and wrists; causing some delightful pain as he pulled on his favorite handlebars. He straightened his hips and thrust down her throat. Jinx pushed forward at the same time. Her idea for bratty revenge opening her throat and soaking her panties.
“HHHHUUURRRKKKKK”
She gagged as Silco used her as an outlet for his frustration and pleasure. Her nose slamming into his pubic hair and her forehead scraping on his belt. Her scrunky was not a small fella but she had years of training and can-do attitude. Jinx squatted and gripped his pants as he pistoned in and out of her mouth.
He was almost there but he needed to go deeper. She adjusted her angle of her head and moved one of his hands to her throat. Then the party really started. Silco fucked her face like he was drilling for oil and Jinx had to brace herself to keep from being knocked over. She hummed, flattened her tongue so the shaft got washed by it; all her tricks to make him boom. Those stupid Barons wouldn’t wait forever.
The Eye of Zaun roared and shoved himself as deep down her throat as he could; she hurriedly pulled back as he blew. He still shot the first wad down her gullet; Jinx retched but kept her lips sealed around his cock. Tears rolled down her face and ruined her makeup as she fought the urge to both swallow and puke.
Silco was hunched over her, still gasping and shaking as she shoved him off. Jinx staggered to her feet and went for the Baron’s goblets. Which one, which one? There, the Slickjaws symbol! She lifted up Finn's drink and winked at Silco. Jinx then spit a big hunk of his cum and her bile into the cup.
Finn got the biggest portion but Jinx saved some for each annoying Baron who so upset her man. Down the line she went, depositing her 'gift.' Silco buttoned his pants and stared. After the last goblet was done; Jinx wiped her mouth and face with a bar towel. She sauntered back to Silco.
"Sometimes you gotta be wet and messy. Sometimes you need to be petty. Sometimes you gotta be a Jinx!" She giggled and laid a big wet smackeroo on his cheek.
Silco considered the goblets for a long moment and started chuckling.
He walked over to them and picked up a stirrer from the tray, working the mixture into each one. Silco then smoothed back his hair and unlocked the doors. As he left, he turned his head and smiled at her.
"My dear, the perspective you bring to the situation is worth all the cogs in Piltover."
Jinx hooted as he left and she heard him bark at the staff to bring the good Barons their libations. She snorted, honestly, what would that man do without her?
Hey, where did that jar of olives go?