࿔:･ “That heavy breathing on the floor - I’m yours, I’m yours” ࿔:･

Jinx knew how to push your buttons. She knew what made you blush and all flustered. She memorized it all for you. Obsessive? Sure, but you never told her to stop. She knew you liked her and hell she liked you too. Of course she did; Who wouldn’t?

Jinx was sitting in her workshop, blaring music and building bombs. You sat next to her with your head on her shoulder. Suddenly, she placed her hand on your thigh provokingly. You nudged it closer to your waist, craving her touch. She looked up at you a bit of smugness flashed over her pink, sultry eyes.

“Well you’re a freaky girl,” she cooed into your ear.