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Even Closer to Your Adversaries 𖦹 When I Mention How I Love You | The Worst is You and I 𖦹 Part Seven
Reverse AU Timebomb | Ekko/Powder
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Content tags: Alternate universe — role reversal, Mildly dubious consent, Stalking, Angst, Enemies with feelings, Semi-public sex, Penis in vagina sex, Unsafe sex, Passionate sex, Cunnilingus, Marking, Praise kink, Dirty talk, Multiple orgasms, (Mild) Sexual overstimulation, Squirting and vaginal ejaculation, Mental health issues, Pregnancy scare, Jinx goes by Powder, Dom Ekko, Sub Jinx, No beta reader
Word count: 10,380 | Reading time: 51m
Notes: hii i hope u enjoy loves<3 i love my reverse au sm this one was so fun to write hehe
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Two months. It had been two months since Powder made the stupid decision to sleep with her childhood-best-friend-turned-enemy, and she's been through it all since, the anger, the hurt, the resentment, all born from the painful, painful longing that eats away at her. She got just a tiny glimpse of what could have been between them before having it abruptly ripped away just because he's so fucking terrified of jinxing her.
She was quiet when she finally got back that day, the tears had dried on her face, making her sticky and uncomfortable. She went home hurt and confused and with a distinct lack of panties after the fucker had ripped them apart. Scar, her best friend— more like a brother if she's being honest— of course noticed her distressed state and asked her what was wrong, to which she replied something about strong winds causing her to veer off course on her hoverboard— an obvious lie with the air so still and her makeup and paint streaked down her face, but she had panicked and it was the first thing she could think of.
He didn't bother to follow her after her pathetic attempt at an excuse and the immediate turn of her heel to get back to her apartment, knowing she needed to sit with it a while, whatever it was that had happened. He watched her with furrowed eyebrows as she ascended the stairs and slammed her door behind her. He sighed and made a mental note to go talk to her later.
She had thrown all her things down on the floor when she got back, getting in the shower and turning the water so hot it burned and left her flesh red and raw as she angrily scrubbed at every inch of her skin until she was sure there would be no trace of him left on her body. She just needed to put it behind her and it would all be okay again. She could feel fresh tears pricking at her eyes as she traced her fingers over the dried up fluids between her thighs, cum sticky and plastered over white stretch marks etched into her skin. She scrunched her nose up and wiped the cloth over it— better to get it off as soon as possible instead of just leaving it even when it hurt to look at. The evidence of him having been there was painful, it hurt so irreparably bad she wanted to cry all over again, and yet, little tears fell, every bit of her body wrung dry after sitting in that dingy little shop and weeping for hours on end after he left.
Her throat was sore, voice hoarse as she cursed to herself. How fucking pathetic to have let herself sleep with the enemy the way she did. She shook her head and swore to herself, never again. She did it once but she won't ever make that same mistake again. She won't let herself get attached to him despite how much she craves his warmth, his touch, his validation, his smile, the way he'd kiss her like he loved her. Oh, she was so incredibly fucked. She giggled to herself quietly— a little delirious— when she came to the realisation that she might actually be in love with him, that maybe she always has been in love with him. She thought about when they were small and she'd get butterflies when he'd smile at her or praise her little inventions, even when they would almost never work; he was always so supportive no matter what. She found herself wondering how things might have turned out if they were never separated, if they had stuck together. Would she be different? Would he? Would he want her, would he want to be with her, stick by her side? She shook her head, there was no use thinking about how things could have been when right in front of her they were clearly not meant to be.
She didn't leave her apartment and barely her bedroom the next day, her clothes from the day prior were left strewn up on the bathroom floor. She huddled into her blanket, curled up like a little cat in bed as she sniffled into her pillow. She thought about how much space was in her bed really, how nice it would be to have someone else lay by her side, and not just anybody, the only person on her mind was Ekko.
She almost felt sick as she thought about the last time— the one time— she had had someone else in her bed, she just wanted to know what it felt like— just once. It was nice, her lips were soft, hands trailed over her body like she was delicate— a piece of art— and Powder had felt good about it, she wouldn't deny that, but every now and then a flash of him came across her mind. She would think about how different it would be with Ekko, how different it would be with that kind of connection, someone who knows her inside and out. As warm fingertips traced over her breasts and abdomen, she would try to fight back the thought of how much she really wanted it to be him even when she hated everything he had become.
As she lay warm and satisfied in the girl's arms, she couldn't help the way her thoughts trailed back to Ekko once again, even when she so desperately wanted to stay in the moment and feel the love she was receiving— that's when she knew she had to end things. That was months ago by then, Powder had been upset about ending things but she didn't want to hurt her when she was so clearly hung up on someone else.
The realisation that she was helplessly in love with someone she could never have stung, dug under her flesh and made her want to cry. Sleeping with him was a moment of weakness— she had been so taken aback by his reciprocation it left her mind reeling, maybe he really did want her. But it didn't matter if he wanted her or not because he refused to act on it and that made Powder want to scream both at herself and at him. It's not fair.
She heard a knock at her door before it slowly creaked open— she didn't bother to answer, there was no point, she knew who it was before he even spoke.
"Powder?" came a deep voice from the other side of her bedroom door.
"Go away," she said, her voice bitter and quiet, barely audible from under her sheets.
She heard a sigh from the other room, "I'm coming in, so you better be dressed," he said before turning the handle and pushing in.
She heard heavy footsteps creaking the wood under his shoes before he came and sat near the foot of her bed, looking down at the way she huddled into herself, the blanket almost completely covering her head.
"I said go away,"
"You missed breakfast this morning," he said quietly.
"Wasn't hungry,"
"You're never not hungry, don't give me that," He placed his palm over her leg beneath the sheets, gently running his thumb over the blanket, just hard enough for her to be able to feel it, "What's up with you, hm? Something happened yesterday and I'm not leaving until you tell me," He paused, "Did someone hurt you?"
She grumbled and rolled over, pulling the blanket down to glare at him angrily, "Nothing happened, and I don't want to talk about it,"
"You don't wanna talk about nothing?"
She stared at him pointedly before shucking the blankets off her torso and sitting up.
"Powder…"
She groaned and wiped her bangs away from her face, "Fine, I— I saw him yesterday,"
He sighed and turned to face her properly, "You can't let that affect you, you have too many people depending on you—"
"I kissed him,"
She watched his face fall with her confession.
"You—" He shifted his jaw, pulling his hand away from her, "You know what he's done to our people— He— He works for Silco, Pow,"
She squirmed a little— uncomfortable— knowing just how pissed he's going to be when he finds out the truth in its entirety. It didn't go unnoticed by him the way she fidgeted— he's always been awfully perceptive, always seeming to know when she's lying or hiding something.
"Powder,"
She breathed out shakily, drawing her knees up to her chest, burying her nose in the blanket draped over them.
"Oh my god," he said, "You— You had sex with him, didn't you? Powder, what the fuck?"
Tears welled up in her eyes as she refused to answer, shying away from his sharp words, "He left me," she said quietly as they started to drip down her face.
She heard him let out a little noise, like he was trying to fight between wanting to comfort her and wanting to chew her out and berate her. She whimpered softly under her breath, letting her hair fall over her face, guilt pooling in her stomach, seeping into her body stronger with each second that passed.
She felt the mattress dip as he moved closer and before she could look up, strong arms wrapped around her and pulled her close. She let out a little squeak in surprise before melting into his embrace.
"I'm still mad at you," he whispered.
She chuckled softly through her tears and clung on tighter, eternally grateful that despite everything, he's still her best friend. He ran his hand down her back soothingly, holding her until she eventually became quiet and went still in his arms.
She pulled back from him after a little while and grimaced as he looked her up and down, "He attack your neck or something?"
"Shut up," she sniffled, a tiny grin pulling at her lips as she wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand.
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Powder paces around her room, knawing at her nails impatiently. Just over two months. No period. The pit in her stomach grows bigger and bigger each day. Pregnancy tests are hard to come by in Zaun but she had fished out a box of slightly expired sticks from a trash heap just outside Piltover and taken them back to base with her. She sat and took one and now waits anxiously for the results. Her suspicion has been even worse lately, having spent the past few days feeling run down like she had the flu, but she tried not to let it affect her responsibilities.
She circles back to the counter the unassuming little stick sits on and feels her stomach drop as her eyes fall upon two faint pink stripes etched into white. Positive. Her face completely drains of colour as she shakily picks it up, hoping that she might just be seeing it wrong. Nope. Definitely positive.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck—" she curses, slamming it back down onto the wood.
Oh, she definitely cannot tell Scar about this. He's still pissed about the fact that she slept with him in the first place and now she's…She doesn't want to think about it, not in the slightest. She had hoped that maybe it was just stress causing her to skip her period, especially after how fucked up she had been the first couple days after her…encounter with Ekko but after two she had really started to worry.
She runs her fingers through her hair, combing through the windswept knots before it dawns on her that she should really, probably, definitely speak to him about this. She might be bitter about the way he left her immediately after fucking her but she feels she owes him this much at least.
She pulls a jacket over her shoulders and grabs her hoverboard before shoving the door open and making her way down the steps, not bothering to plait her hair or paint her face beforehand.
It doesn't take long for her to find her way into the Lanes, she perches on top of a roof in the dark, patiently waiting to get her sight on him. She doesn't even know if he frequents these parts; from what she's seen, he usually sticks to the area around The Last Drop before he disappears all over again. She sighs to herself quietly as she sits, shifting uncomfortably on the corrugated metal before a flash of white catches her eye.
He has his hands in his pockets, head dipped down as he walks through the open alleyway, his hair is tied up for once, white trailing down his back, accentuating the darkness of his clothes and skin. She swallows briefly, reminding herself that she is not going to get attached to him in any way after what he did.
She swings down from the rooftop quietly before tailing after him at least ten paces behind in case he turns around. He leads her through backstreet after backstreet until she thinks she might actually be lost, she has zero idea where he's taking them at this point. Eventually, he rounds a corner and pulls a set of old keys out of his pocket, coming up to a metal door and unlocking at least five padlocks before typing a password into the keypad attached to the door.
Powder hides just out of sight as she watches him enter, silently wondering if that's where he lives. The thought is quickly lost as he shuts the door behind him gently, finally back home.
She pulls a little torn off piece of paper out of her pocket and walks up to the door cautiously, slipping it just beneath the gap there.
'Meet me at Benzo's, noon, tomorrow.' Written across it in her scratchy, unruly handwriting that's so distinctly her.
She didn't bother to sign her name, she knows she's the only person who would even think to meet him there.
She spends the rest of the day running around base and doing odd chores, helping out where she can, answering questions about when their next mission will be, when they'll need to restock on food, medical supplies, and the lot. She climbs into bed tired but her restless energy allows her no sleep. She stays awake through the night, staring at the ceiling and willing tomorrow to just come already so that she can get it over with.
When the sun rises, Powder groans to herself and rolls over, deciding to shower— something to do while time marches forward so agonisingly slow. She takes out a bar of soap with a gentle floral fragrance— not to impress him of course, just because she feels like it. And she definitely doesn't wash her hair twice or scrub her face extra carefully for Ekko either.
She steps out slowly, her skin glowing pink from the scalding water, and wipes her hand over the fogged up mirror with a sigh. Before it clouds up again, she stares wistfully at her neck in her reflection, how it's a pale, milky white again, no purple splotches or blemishes of any kind, not that she's hoping for them, of course.
She runs her fingertips over the clouds etched into her left arm and shoulder, wondering if he's ever looked at them, wondering if he likes them. She gently scratches her nail over one of the little 'X's beside the clouds winding up her arm and takes in a slow breath. Her skin trembles slightly with the thought of what's to come later, nervous energy overtaking her and making her fingers shake as she clutches the edge of the basin.
She wipes down the mirror again, huffing at how fast it fogged up, leaning in to take in the bags under her eyes and the way her features are weighed down by tiredness. She quickly disappears again as the mirror clouds over and leaves a sheet of white over the glass. She sighs and brushes her teeth quickly before wandering naked into her adjoining bedroom. She curtains are translucent and billow gently in the breeze with the way the windows are open ever so slightly, she breathes a quick sigh of relief at the fresh air hitting her face and body— the perks of living right next to the only tree in Zaun.
She rummages around in a drawer and pulls a pair of panties up onto her hips, plain black and high-waisted, showing the expanse of her long legs littered with tiny scars and a even a few bruises here and there. She sits herself down at her little desk that also serves as a vanity with its tiny, metal-framed mirror sat on top of it. She runs her fingers down the side of her face and breathes out slowly, trying to steady herself. She's not going anywhere special, she's not even excited to see him, but she can't help but wonder if he'll like the way she looks, just a little.
She picks up a tiny stick of concealer and applies it just to her eyes, careful not to use too much with how difficult it was to get her hands on in the first place. She giggles quietly under her breath as she looks back at her reflection, thinking about how creepy she looks with the lighter shade on her skin just around her eyes— so spooky. She picks out her paint palette and wets it with a little water before stroking on her signature bright blue 'X' over her eye, fanning it with her hand for a second to get it to dry. She grabs a brush and picks up a little powder on it before sweeping it over her eyelids, darkening them before pulling out a black and applying it just around her lash line. Much better than concealer hell. She brushes a little mascara from a tin of solid product onto her lashes before deciding to add a little shadow to her waterline just to round it all out.
She stares at herself for a second before applying a little lipstick and calling it a day, it'll have to do. She brushes out her damp hair, willing it to dry as fast as possible today. She plaits the tail ends of it— the long parts that stick out under her otherwise short hair— and clasps a little metal piece to each end. They're neater than usual, most of the time she does them in a hurry but she wanted to take her time today, make them look pretty.
She glares at her reflection and twitches her nose in annoyance, she doesn't look quite how she wants and she can't tell if it's nerves or if her paint is just that tiny bit lopsided. She rolls her eyes and gets up, choosing to ignore the way her mind screams at her that she doesn't look right, that he's going to hate it— she doesn't give a shit what he'll think of her.
She yanks open her drawers and pulls a black, denim pair of shorts up her legs and puts on a little, deep purple crop top she likes to wear when she doesn't have more serious things to attend to. It clings to her chest tightly and she looks pretty damn appetising if she says so herself— not that that matters, obviously.
She hurries down the steps from her apartment to the courtyard and runs face-first into Scar, his eyes land on the hoverboard clutched in her hands.
"You going out?"
She nods, glancing away for a second.
"Mmh," He leans back against the tree, "Need a hand?"
"No, I'm just— Going to the junk heap, see what I can find," she says, lying through her teeth.
He raises his eyebrow, "In shorts?"
She crosses her arms over her chest, drawing the board closer, looking him up and down, trying to decipher what it is he's thinking.
He pauses for a second before shaking his head, "I'll see you later, Pow,"
She breathes a sigh of relief when he doesn't question any further and he pushes off the tree, wandering away.
She leaves base, the breeze cooling on her damp skin, it's barely ten and yet she's itching to get out and get it done with already. She can think more clearly when she's midair for some reason, the sky providing her a level of clarity the ground cannot.
She finds her way to the little run-down shop easy enough, the way there etched into her brain like the way that birds always instinctually know where to migrate in the winter. She finally lands on the path outside the shop and pushes the door open slowly, cringing at the slight musty smell in the air before her gaze zones in on him. He's early, way too early, and he has his fingers tightly wrapped around the handle of his gun. Powder feels her heart drop as she stares at him, cautiously closing the door behind her before slipping her fingers from the handle and fully stepping inside.
The silence is thick around them, unsaid words swimming in the space between them, their eyes locking on each other as if the other might pounce before he finally speaks, slicing through the quiet in a way that almost makes her jump, "What do you want?"
She eyes the way his finger moves to the trigger instinctually before she carefully moves her hand to rest over the grip of her own gun peaking from her holster, "I don't want to fight," she says slowly, "I just— Need to talk to you," She breathes out unsteadily, balling one hand into a fist, digging her nails into her soft palms, "You— You're here early,"
"Spit it out, Powder, whatever it is, just tell me, I don't have all day,"
She steps forward a little, coming to line her hip up with the counter, "I— Uhm—"
He sighs impatiently as she stutters, "Seriously? Is this about me leaving? I— I told you I can't be around you, Pow,"
"It's not about you leaving, Ekko, I don't give a shit about that,"
She watches as his lips clamp together, forming a tight line in annoyance, "You don't care? Fine, I'm going," He shoves his weapon back into his holster and takes a quick step towards her, aiming to head for the door.
"Ekko, fuck— Will you just—"
"No, I'm not going to stand here and listen to whatever excuse it is you're gonna make to keep me around, I'm done,"
"Just let me fucking—" She growls to herself, turning away from him, "Just let me speak, this is fucking hard, okay?"
She places her palms flat on the hard, stone counter, leaning against it and letting out a sharp sigh— heavy with anxiety. She balls her hands up into fists, hunching her shoulders as she refuses to glance sideways in his direction. He's quiet now— unsure of her cowering demeanour when she's usually so straight up and confident around him. His eyes are dipped low as he looks at her, but she doesn't notice, refusing to to meet him there as she works up the courage to just spit it out.
"I—" Her eyes flit in his direction very briefly before she swallows and lets her hair fall into her face, the tension too thick to bear looking directly at him, "I'm late— My period—" She breathes out shakily, silence falling over her ears as she anxiously awaits his response.
She can feel him freeze, not having to look at him in the slightest to know that he's gone stiff; he's probably biting his lip, eyes wide, probably got that little scowl across his face that he always does when the cogs are turning in his brain too.
"You— You're pregnant?" he asks carefully.
"I don't— I mean you did—" She curses under her breath, winding her fists even tighter as she trips over her words.
"Fuck—" He slides his hand down his face, palm catching on his lip, trying to grapple with exactly what this is going to mean for him, for them.
She hears him shift behind her, limbs moving uncomfortably while he tries to figure out what to say. Powder shakes her head, her breath hitching, words stuck in her throat. Tears pool in her eyes, heat rushing to her face as the realisation that she's really, truly fucked starts to sink in.
"It's not safe to— To get rid of it down here—" Her resolve to get through this without bursting into tears suddenly crumples as she speaks her worst fear, like it had come to life through each syllable she breathes.
She lets out a cracked little sob, "I don't know what I'm going to do— I don't know what I'm going to do, Ekko—"
He's there before she can finish speaking, a warm hand meeting her waist just beneath her top before trailing up and caressing her shoulder hesitantly.
"Hey…" he says, his voice laced with a softness she hasn't heard from him in years, "we can…make it work, okay, Pow?"
His tone is gentle and a little panicked— despite how he might try to hide it. Maybe she hates him, hates him for leaving twice over, leaving her a broken mess, leaving her to pick herself back up, hates him for putting her in this situation— although she realises it's not exactly just his fault— hates how much he wants her but pushes her away anyway, but even through all of that, his care shines down on her, he's always exactly what she needs even with all the hurt and fighting and distance.
"You'll…be here? What happened to—"
"I don't care—" His voice trembles, each breath crackling with nervous energy, "I can't leave you alone through this, I won't— This was— Fuck, this was my fault, Powder, I'm so fucking sorry—"
She nods, sniffling softly, marginally comforted by the way his anxiety so clearly mirrors her own. Her hair falls forward a little more, fully hiding her face from him.
"You won't run away this time?"
He runs his fingers down between her shoulder blades gently, landing on the small of her back, fingers splaying out over her skin, "No,"
She exhales shakily, trying to soothe the tremours that thread under her skin, "So…what does this make us?" she says after a long second of silence, her voice barely above a whisper as she asks the painfully obvious question hanging ignored between them.
Ekko moves closer slowly, positioning himself fully behind her before gently caressing her hip, "What do you want it to make us?" he whispers, dipping his head down to speak into her ear.
"I—" she starts and immediately stops as he slowly moves her hair to the side, lips soon following and placing a gentle kiss to the nape of her neck.
She gasps softly as his lips meet her skin, so unexpecting of his touch so soon, having thought he'd put up a fight, tell her to get lost, that he doesn't want anything to do with her anymore. She had hoped that maybe he'd still want her, even while on opposing sides, hoped that just maybe he'd change his mind, that her situation would be enough to sway him. She pushes down the thought that maybe he's only doing this because of her situation and not because he actually cares about her or at least a little of both.
He interrupts her spiral as he parts his lips and licks a short stripe up the side of her neck, holding her hair out of the way carefully to make room for himself.
"Ekko, fuck— I— I've been thinking about you every fucking day since—" she starts before moaning quietly as he nips at her skin.
"Yeah, baby?" he says softly.
She nods in confirmation, trying to calm her breathing— the pattern bordering erratic with how hard her heart is beating. It's everything she didn't dare let herself hope for.
"Ekko—" she gasps, reaching back to card her fingers through his hair.
"Mmm…" he hums against her skin, "When we were here the…the first time…I thought—" He sighs, shaking his head, hands coming to grip her hips as he kisses the tender skin of her exposed neck.
"What did you think?" she whispers, not bothering to turn to face him, her eyes fluttering half shut each time his lips make contact with sensitive skin.
His hands tighten their grip slightly— almost possessively, "Thought about bending you over this counter, thought about— Fuck, I thought about how pretty you'd look with my hand tangled up in your hair, looking back at me," A sound reverberates from his throat, something close to a growl, "You have no fucking idea what you do to me,"
She shudders as he speaks against her, his breath hot over her skin, bathing her in his newfound desperation, "You did?" she asks quietly, her voice cracking just slightly.
"Been thinking about it ever since, but I—" He pauses, biting his lip, his fingers shaking as he holds her, "I don't want to hurt you, Powder— I— Everyone, everyone who gets close to me gets hurt,"
She breathes out slowly, "I'm not made of glass, Ekko, and it's not your fault, you should know that,"
His hands falter over the denim of her shorts, fingers trembling as they skim over cotton, "I…don't think I could ever forgive myself if you were hurt or…Or if you were gone because of me," he says, his voice so soft she can barely make it out.
She runs her fingertips over his hand carefully, deep in thought, "But I want you, and I'm here, right now, Ekko, and I want you, even if—" Her breath shudders as she tries to think through how best to calm him, how to convince him that she's not as fragile or prone to falling into his bad luck as he thinks, "I want you even if it kills me," she says finally.
"You want me?" he asks softly, a gentle kind of pain painting his voice.
She nods, resting her hands on the counter again, bracing herself in front of him, "I do," Even if she's supposed to hate everything he stands for, everything he's done, what he's become, "more than anything,"
He places one last kiss against the back of her neck, her hair tickling his nose as he breathes softly over her skin. He presses his palm against her spine between her shoulder blades and carefully pushes down, bending her over the solid surface in front of them. She finally looks back at him, putting up no struggle, pliant as he holds her down— not hard enough to trap her, just to have her sheltered under his warmth.
"You want me right now?" he whispers, pressing his pelvis against her a little harder, "Like this?"
She bites into her trembling lip, brows furrrowed, hair spilling in a stark contrast against the dark material beneath her, "Please, Ekko," she begs softly.
He leans over her shaking body, stroking his hand through her soft hair slowly, carefully, before kissing down and across her shoulders, over her neck, back up to her jawline, "You're so pretty, Powder, so perfect— Just like I imagined—"
"You thought about me?" she asks quietly, squeezing her eyes shut as his lips meet where her neck is most sensitive.
"Every fucking day, baby,"
She whines softly, grinding back against him, feeling the way he begins to harden against her ass from behind.
"Fuck, Powder, I need you so fucking bad," he groans, his gentle kisses starting to get rougher, more frantic.
She bites into her lip until it hurts, soft flesh caught between her teeth. She's there— waiting, trembling, digging her nails into the rim around the worktop in anticipation as he slowly begins to grind his hardness against the rough denim of her shorts.
"Ekko, fuck, please, just—"
"Shh, what did I say about patience last time, hm?" he murmurs, slowly moving the strap of her shirt to the side and following it with a quick kiss, "Let me take my time with you, beautiful,"
She whimpers— voice high and needy— already desperate to feel him again. She's been waiting, she's been patient. She's thought about him every fucking night since he melted her into a desperate little mess on his cock for the first time, thought about him every time she'd lie back in bed and slowly slide her fingers down her abdomen and beneath the waistline of her panties, every time she'd slip her fingers into her own tight, wet heat and leave herself trembling in the aftershocks. But it all paled in comparison to feeling him just like this, the heat of him pressed against her, his soft, sweet encouragement, the firmness and gentleness of his tone as his fingers skipped over smooth, pale skin. He's just what she's been craving all these weeks away from him— he's like her own personal drug, just one hit and the temptation became too much to resist, something so fucking sinful, and yet he clouds her head so much she has no room to feel guilty for it anymore.
"These tattoos, they're beautiful…" he whispers, tracing his fingertips over the blue clouds climbing up her arm, "I wanna see all of you, Powder, can I?"
She nods slowly, her eyes shining as she stares back at him.
"That's a good girl," he praises softly, reaching forward until his fingers catch on her leather belt, warm skin on cold metal, undoing the clasp carefully, in no rush but without the hesitance he acted with previously.
She gasps as his fingers slip beneath her waistband, fingers smoothing over soft, curly hair until he finds her hot and slick between her legs.
"You're so wet already…" he muses, pressing a soft kiss to the junction between her neck and shoulder, "Is this just for me, sweetheart?"
She nods again, pressing her lips together to stifle a tiny moan threatening to bubble up from her throat as he quickly finds the slick, sensitive little bud of her clit. She bucks back against him, raising a quiet chuckle from his lips as he strokes her.
"Want you— Ekko, please— I can't—"
He brushes her hair to the side and kisses up her cheek slowly, "What do you want, baby? Use your words for me, hm?"
"Please, I want you inside, Ekko," she says— almost whines with the desperation to have him home again.
"You're so good when you listen…" he murmurs against her ear, gently nipping at her lobe, teeth dragging softly over the delicate skin there, "but not yet,"
He pulls his hand out of her underwear and slowly drags her shorts and panties down her long legs until she's bare for him. He slides his hand down her ass until he finds her dripping pussy again, slipping his fingers along it, coating each digit with her wetness.
"You have no idea how much I thought about you after everything, I dreamed about you every night, about this sweet pussy," he whispers as he circles a finger over her waiting clit, "I missed you," he says, pressing a kiss to the shell of her ear.
"I— Fuck, I missed you too—" she breathes.
He slowly drops to his knees behind her— much to her surprise— hands smoothing over her ass and thighs, admiring the wetness streaking through the soft skin as he runs his hands over it.
"Wh-what are you doing?"
She shifts, trying to see what he's doing as he kneels behind her, face to face with her slick cunt. He doesn't answer, leaning in and licking a stripe from her clit all the way to her pretty hole.
"I— Oh— E-Ekko—" She bucks back into him instinctually before reaching back to grab at his hair, "Ekko, you— I-I—"
"Mmh, what is it, sweetheart?" He presses a kiss to the soft, supple skin in front of him before leaning to the side just slightly, just enough so she can see him as she looks back.
She squirms a little, thighs clamping together as she scratches her nails over the countertop.
He blinks before realising, "Has anyone ever…?"
She shakes her head, her lip trembling a little, "I— I don't know if—"
"Wanna make you feel good, pretty girl, you taste so fucking good," He almost moans as he speaks, uncontained lust painting his voice as he tries to hold himself back from diving right in and eating her until she screams right now.
She whines quietly, slapping her hand back down on the counter; the sight of him with his eyes dark and hooded, lips shiny with her arousal so insanely sinful, she can feel herself getting wetter just at the thought of how desperate he is to taste her, how much he cares about her pleasure.
"You're nervous?" he asks softly.
She nods a little, trying to hide the way she shivers as he skims his fingers over her damp inner thighs. She hears him hum quietly, running his thumb in a circle over the soft flesh of her ass.
"Just relax for me, okay, doll? You're doing so well for me, just let me take care of you," he says, leaning in to kiss just above where his hand rests.
He smiles as she breathes out slowly, trying to even herself out, calm the anxiety surging through her chest.
"That's it…that's it, baby…"
He tips his head forward, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her clit, smiling as she shifts a little— unsure what to think of the new sensation of his lips right where she's most sensitive.
As he locks his soft, plush lips around her beating clit, she moans so loudly it catches her off guard and she slaps her hand over her mouth, stifling the noise just as quickly as it came. He runs his tongue over the little bud slowly, keeping the pressure light, letting her get used to it, taking his time to truly worship her the way he wishes he could've last time. Soft little moans spill from between her fingers as her thighs tremble around him. She's so sensitive, he thinks to himself.
He uses his thumbs to spread her ass apart to make more room for him, lapping at her dripping cunt. She's warm and salty on his tongue and god, could he spend all day with his head shoved between her thighs if she let him. She's everything he ever imagined and if he could get harder than he already is, he would've done it.
After he tore out of the shop and back to his hideout, he would spend hours on end thinking about her, the way her face twisted in pleasure each time she came, how perfectly she wrapped around him, clinging to his cock like her body never wanted to let go, but what he thought the most was how he never had the chance to taste her. How could he possibly finally have had his greatest fantasy, the girl who's haunted him for years by now, and not taken the time to truly savour her?
He devours her in much the way you'd expect a man making up for lost time would, slowly losing his careful restraint and pushing his face forward to taste as much as he can on his tongue, drowning in her arousal. He moans loudly into her pussy, causing vibrations to roll through the dense bundle of nerves there, making her break off a moan with a sharp gasp. She peels her hand off her face and slams it down onto the smooth stone beneath her, grinding back into his lips without even realising it.
It's dirty in the best way— her high-pitched moans and mewls bouncing off the walls around them, dancing in the air like the sweetest song. Her pleasured little noises only serve for Ekko to double down on his efforts, grinning into her as she shakes and rolls her hips, undeciding of if she wants to chase the feeling or run from it.
It's so much, so, so much, Powder thought that having his cock inside her, his fingers or thumb swiping over her clit was a lot but this is a whole new level of sensation she was not in the slightest bit ready for. She can feel the warmth building in her gut already, swirling around and making her cry out loudly, digging her nails into the counter in an effort to brace herself for her impending release.
Her bottom lip trembles as she tries to look back at him, her cheeks heating up when she realises how deep his face is buried between her thighs, his tongue lapping at her soaked cunt. She almost feels self conscious but the thought gone as soon as he suddenly sucks on her clit hard. She stutters out a little broken groan at that, turning back to straighten herself across the unit, burying her face in the solid surface beneath her. He groans into her again and gently scrapes his teeth over her swollen clit, wishing he could somehow take more of her into his mouth.
"Oh— Mmh— Ekko— I—"
He follows the path his teeth left with his tongue immediately afterward, chuckling softly as her knees buckle a little. She desperately tries not to squeeze her thighs together, her legs shaking with the effort to not crush him as he tongues at her wet heat.
"Ekko, I'm— O-oh, fuck—" she cries out softly, tripping up on her words.
She can feel herself barrelling towards the tipping point so fast it leaves her mind reeling and her body heavy trying to keep up with it. He moans loudly as he feels the entrance of her cunt clenching around nothing when his tongue passes over it and he can't resist the urge to delve the muscle inside, pushing into her cunt like he needs to drink her in or he'll die.
She sobs quietly as he brings his thumb up to stroke over her clit as he pumps his tongue in and out of her drenched hole. Ekko can feel just how close she is to finishing and it makes him giddy, his head fogging up with only the thought of making her come for him again, the thing he's been missing since that first time he fucked her, but this time he'll taste it, he'll feel every part of it, have her release coat his tongue and drink her in as she quivers and trembles around him. He grabs her thighs and licks up her cunt slowly before speeding up, listening to the strained little wail she lets out, her hands flailing and searching for anything to hold onto at this point, clutching the metal rim so hard she's surprised that it doesn't dent under her fingertips.
She lurches forward a little as his tongue passes over the sensitive little nub again and curses loudly, scraping her nails over the edge of the counter as she fights to just hold on a little longer. She can't help but be just a little nervous for him to tip her over the edge this time, the pressure bearing down so fast it has her feeling like she might slip and fall somehow and it has her worrying over whether or not she might actually squirt into his mouth— she's never managed to release like that when she had touched only her clit previously but the overwhelming feel of his tongue on her has her drowning in the familiar feel of the pressure building and building like the dam might break any second now.
"Ekko, I'm gonna— I th— I think I'm gonna—"
He growls into her feverishly, gripping her thighs so tight she thinks he might leave bruises there as he pulls her harder against him, "Come in my mouth, fucking come in my mouth, Pow," he demands, his voice muffled against her drooling cunt before immediately going back to eating her like he's been starving for her.
She whines, trying to control the way she bucks back against him, hips moving without even thinking about it, coming after every touch, every pass and wirl of his tongue over her beating clit.
He can feel just how tight his trousers have become as he pulls her onto him, the sensitive head of his cock rubbing against the fabric of his restricting boxers— but he doesn't give a shit about that right now. The only thing playing on his mind is having her come in his mouth, making a mess of his face, having the evidence of her arousal dripping from his chin by the time he's done with her. He thinks about kissing her afterwards, making her taste herself— she's so missing out on just how sweet she is. She's so very devine, every part of her, every tiny bit of her so delicious he thinks he might just finish before her.
She whimpers— high and needy— before reaching back and grabbing at his hair, trying to push him away? Pull him closer? She doesn't quite know but, it only serves for Ekko to speed up, licking up and around, dipping his tongue inside her before suckling on her clit again and again until her voice breaks and she almost screams.
"Ekko— Ekko— I'm gonna come— I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come—" she rambles, rutting back against him, lost in fervour.
Tears well up in her eyes as she finally begins to crash, every nerve in her body feeling like it's on fire as he grips her and keeps her exactly where he wants. He laps at her cunt until she sobs and her release begins to trickle into his mouth. Her lips gape open, her breath knocked from her body as she tries to squirm away, every fibre of her burning as she rides it out.
She rolls her hips slightly, her pace stuttering from oversensitivity, and he doesn't stop even when she's whining and trying to pull back. He groans into her passionately, his own hips bucking like he's chasing her pleasure all himself, his fingers digging into the fat of her hips as he makes out with her cunt.
"Ekko— It's too— Too— Mmhm— I'm gonna—" she whimpers, crying out each time he licks over the swollen little bundle of nerves under his mouth.
He growls, yanking her towards him, tonguing at her slit until her whole body quakes and her cunt swells and spurts out into his mouth. She lets out a bitten-off moan— voice cracking as it passes over her lips— slumping forward into the counter, her cheek pressed against the worktop as her lashes flutter and a tiny trail of drool seeps down her chin.
"That's better," he murmurs smugly, finally pulling back from her, "That fast, huh? You like my tongue, pretty girl?"
She moans quietly, too hazy to form any kind of response or bite back against his teasing.
He runs his hands over the soaked backs of her thighs, admiring how pink and swollen her sex has become, her clit still pulsing in the aftershocks. He rises carefully, making sure to keep his hand firmly on her hips to keep her steady. The fabric of his trousers catches against her tender clit, making her twitch and mewl as he presses into her from behind.
"Fuck, baby, you sound so fucking cute," he groans, taking her cheek against his palm, turning her head slightly and leaning down to kiss her the best he can from behind, "Can you taste yourself, sweet girl? You taste so fucking good— Could eat you forever,"
"Mmhm— Ekko—" she whimpers softly, her whole body trembling.
"What is it, Pow Pow? You need something, baby? Let me take care of you, hm?" he whispers, trailing his lips across her cheek to kiss her temple.
"W-want you inside now," she pleads gently.
"Mmh— Ask nicely for me, pretty girl," he says, his breath heated on her skin.
"Please, Ekko," she begs, reaching back to palm at his clothed cock.
She frowns— a little disappointed to find him only half-hard, looking up at him in confusion with her brows furrowed, "Did you— Are you not–"
He cocks his head to the side in confusion, "Hm?"
"A-are you not turned on?" she asks quietly, flitting her eyes to the side in embarrassment.
He chuckles under his breath, peppering kisses over her jaw and down her neck, his warm breath spreading over her skin as he takes a second to bask in the warmth of her body, "Powder, I—" He bites his lip, "I— Came at the same time as you—"
Her eyes widen, finally finding the courage to look back at him properly and fuck, he looks completely fucking gone. His eyes are so dark they're almost pitch black and they're hooded, looking down at her like she's the first meal he's had in weeks, his chin, lips, and nose all shiny with her slick still.
"You—?" Her mouth gapes open in shock.
He finished with no stimulation, just because he made her come. She whines loudly at the thought, unconsciously backing into him, searching for stimulation all over again even though it almost hurts at this point.
He picks her hand up gently and brings it back to slip under his waistband, letting her find the sticky heat of his release inside soaking his softened cock. He guides her hand to stroke up and down his warm, thick length, letting her feel as he slowly hardens again.
"Your hands are so small, baby," he says faintly, kissing the soft curve where her spine meets her neck.
She scoffs under her breath, wrapping her hand around his cock and giving it a hard pump in retaliation, making him whimper into her skin at the sudden stimulation.
"Ekko, fuck me, fuck me right now or I—"
"Or you what, huh?" he asks, pressing onto her hand harder, grinding against her fingers as he pushes her to masturbate him, "Do you wanna take over, pretty girl? Do you want control, hm?"
She presses her lips together before reluctantly shaking her head, "Please, Ekko," she tries, her bottom lip shaking with her blatantly obvious need.
He smiles and pulls her hand out, pulling it towards him and licking up her slender fingers slowly, tasting his own cum on her skin. She's never seen him look so fucking wrecked in her life; he looks at her like he exists only to serve her and her every whim, like all he wants is to make her come over and over again and only when she's left a quivering puddle will he be happy.
He licks a path up her neck slowly, trailing evidence of both of their lust across her skin as he uses his other hand to undo his belt and trousers— not bothering to pull them down fully in his haste to finally be inside her again.
He pulls his thick, wet, already-leaking-again cock free from his boxers and grasps it in one hand, running his thumb over the head languidly.
"You gonna take this dick like a good girl for me, blue?" he mumbles against her neck.
She nods, attempting to reach back to pull him in, fingers slipping on his skin clumsily as she does.
"So eager for me…" he says, lining the tip up with her waiting hole, listening to the way she moans softly in anticipation, her breath hitching as he bumps into her clit teasingly.
"E-Ekko— Stop— Stop teasing…" she whines.
"Mmh…" he hums, slowly pushing past her entrance, "You're fun to tease though…"
She doesn't have time to bite back at him the way she wants, feeling herself begin stretch around him as he sinks inside. She finds herself wondering if he was always this fucking thick. She obviously knew his cock was big but she thinks she might have downplayed it whenever she thought back on the first time they had sex. She has no idea how she managed to take it so rough the first time. Her head swims as he pushes in a little further and he notices the tiny squeak she lets out, squirming a little in discomfort.
"Doing so well for me, Pow Pow, that's it…" he soothes gently, "Just breathe for me, baby girl, you can do it…"
"You're so— Hmmhfh— Fuck—" She rocks back a little automatically, gasping when she pushes herself onto him harder, taking another inch.
"Fuck— That's a good girl…" he coos, brushing her hair away from her face.
He rubs careful circles over the dip of her hip with his free hand, thumb gently running over smooth skin, so gentle and reverent as he slowly eases himself inside, careful not to overwhelm her by moving too fast.
When he eventually buries himself to the hilt— pelvis snug against her ass— he kisses her face, lashes fluttering against her cheek, "There you go, sweet girl, took me so well, baby…" he praises, his voice dripping honey— syrupy and thick.
She grabs his hand planted next to her shoulder and laces her fingers through his, shuddering as his lips brush over her skin and his grip tightens in hers.
"Are you ready, princess?" he asks, his voice low and gentle, warm against the freckles scattered across her cheek.
She nods, moaning softly, bringing his hand close to her face and pressing soft little kisses over his knuckles. He buries his face in the curve between her neck and shoulder and moans quietly as he draws out and slowly pushes back in, delighting in the tiny, low whimper that passes her lips as he moves.
He snakes one hand down to find the little bud of her clit, pulling back the hood and drawing slow circles across it, smirking to himself as her knees buckle, silently thanking the counter beneath them for keeping her up in front of him. Her hand grips his desperately as he pulls back out just that little bit faster and feeds back into her, his cock gently kissing her cervix and making her cry out into the unyielding surface beneath.
"E-Ekko—" she mumbles, squeezing her eyes shut, her nails biting into his hand in her grasp.
He presses his lips against her cheek as he thrusts in again, slowly circling over her clit under his fingers and making her sob softly— a little overstimulated from coming already. He rolls his hips against her over and over, keeping his pace steady, not too hard, not too fast, just enough. He whispers quiet praises into her ear, grinning to himself when he feels her tighten around him at every utter of 'good girl' or 'that's it, sweetheart'. His devotion and attention are unrelenting as he whispers adoring praises to her in tune with the soft rocks of his hips and careful brushes of his lips against her skin, making sure she feels it fully.
He pants into the crook of her neck, feeling the air heating up around them as he fucks so deep into her, their little pocket of privacy growing humid around them as the little satisfied noises they both let out in unison fill the air. Neither of them have sense to care about the glass windows of the shop at this point, the thought of just needing each other so badly filling each of their minds— finally, finally, they can have a taste of what could have been, what was always supposed to be. Ekko had let himself dream— only on occasion— what it might be like to have his precious Firelight, how she might respond to his more gentle attention, would she demand more? Would she take it and appreciate every single second? He smiles softly as she lets out a quiet mewl, breaking into his thoughts, bringing him right back to the moment, and holy shit, he's inside her right now and she has tiny marks covering the side and back of her neck, her knuckles white from gripping him so hard, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill at any moment.
"My good girl," he whispers as he presses his fingers down a little harder over her slicked clit, "My— My girl," he says, the sudden realisation that, yes, she's all his, at least for right now, hitting him like a freight train.
He feels his chest swell at the thought that she wants to be his too, even if it kills her. She would risk her life and everything she stands for just for the chance to finally be with him. Him. And then he vaguely thinks about the fact that she might be carrying his child right now and in his lust-hazed brain he feels a sense of sudden pride pull at his mind— he might have to unpack that later.
"Powder—" he breathes out, "Tell me you're mine— Please—"
She nods, kissing over his knuckles again, his fingers caught between hers as her lips soothe over rough skin, "I'm yours, Ekko, I've always been yours, pretty boy," she says, breathless.
"Stealing my lines, huh?" he chuckles, swiping his thumb over her bottom lip teasingly, "I'm all yours too, baby…"
"M-mine— Ah! Hmfh, fuck—" She yelps as he thrusts into her a little harder, her words taking over his brain, threading through like electricity in water, making it difficult— no, impossible— to not release gentleness and give way to pure passion instead.
"Such a good girl, such a good fucking girl for me," he praises, whining as he buries his head further into her shoulder, chasing his pleasure like he won't live to see tomorrow.
The heat swirling between them builds and builds, arousal pooling low, pulling at the strings of each of their bodies and threatening to snap at any moment. He groans as he feels the band in his lower abdomen begin to tighten, having to use every single ounce of self restraint to begin to pull out before he comes inside her. As he slips out, he tries to release her hand so he stimulate himself and her at the same time, but she refuses to let go.
She reaches around to grab at his hip, "Inside, please— Please—" she whines.
"Powder, baby—" His self control is slipping so fucking quickly at the way she moans and begs him back inside.
"It doesn't— Doesn't matter anymore—" she moans.
He breathes out shakily, "Powder…"
"Please—" she chokes out, grinding against his fingers.
"Fuck—" He slips his hand from her clit and lines himself up with her cunt again, sliding back in in one smooth, complete motion, "You want my cum, baby? You can h-have it— You can fucking have it—"
He yanks his hand away from hers, freeing himself from her grip before grabbing each of her wrists and pinning them behind her back, sliding his hand back down her abdomen and pressing even harder onto her pulsing clit, slamming into her as he does. She chokes on a moan as he thrusts forward, the noise getting caught in her throat with the roughness of it, forcing her to gasp with each and every stroke. He holds her wrists down against the dip of her spine, rutting into her with reckless abandon as he strings them both along.
Loud, punched-out moans force their way past her lips with each thrust, joining the way his ragged breath spills into the air around, loud pants from each of them filling the heated air surrounding them until the only noise is their mingling moans and the sharp slap of wet skin on wet skin. His hair falls down over his face, sweeping across his eyes as he desperately pursues his impending release.
"Hah— Ughmh— Ekko—" she cries, flexing her hands in his grip.
Too much, she wants to say, but everything in her begs and pleads for just that little bit more.
"I'm gonna— Come in you, Pow— Fuck, fuck—"
She writhes under him as she feels the heat begin to radiate from her pulsing cunt and up into her gut, the finish line so tantalisingly close. She lets out a half-gasp, half-whimper as she feels his pace begin to stutter, his hips jolting to a stop as he begins to spill thick, pearly cum inside her, panting loudly as he reaches his peak. She follows not even a second after, the thought of him finishing inside her again activating something in her brain, turning her on so impossibly that she gushes and flutters around him the second he lets out that guttural groan and his cock twitches against her slick inner walls.
He releases her wrists and collapses on top of her, slumping over her shaking body as he breathes out heavily against her neck. She kisses the side of his head gently, chuckling under her breath as she fights to regain her composure.
"Ekko…" she murmurs, nuzzling against his head, smiling contentedly.
"Fuck, Pow…" He pulls out slowly, planting his hand down on the counter beside her shoulder before taking in the wet mess painting the front of his boxers and trousers.
He sighs, pulling them up and rebuttoning before coming back to Powder, running his hand up her spine slowly, "Let's get you dressed again, hm?" he says softly.
She nods, mumbling something incoherently as he kneels down behind her and pulls her shorts and panties back up her legs. When he comes back up, he threads his fingers through her hair slowly, quietly admiring how fucked-out she looks bent over the counter, body heavy, still shaking slightly, her face flushed, stray hairs sticking across her cheeks.
"Wish I brought something to clean you up…" he says quietly, leaning down to kiss her shoulder, sliding her strap back into place as he does.
"It's okay," she whispers, "I don't mind,"
"We can…go back to my place, clean you up before you go home— I-if you want,"
She nods again, curling her arms up beside her, not bothering to stand up quite yet, "We should probably talk more about— About us—"
And Your Dearest Fantasy | Not a Lot, Just Forever 𖦹 Chapter Two
Post-Canon Timebomb | Ekko/Jinx
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Content tags: Alternate universe, Post-canon, Dimension hopping, Marriage, Pregnancy, Mild body horror, Angst, Hurt/comfort, Mental health issues, Mention of suicide attempt, Suicidal thoughts, Canon-typical violence, Ekko needs a hug, Jinx needs a hug, Soft Ekko, Older Ekko, Older Jinx, Jinx is going through it, Author is also going through it, No beta reader
Word count: 9,518 | Reading time: 47m
Notes: hii welcome back! anyone here it is lovely to see you and i hope you enjoy this chapter! i am super super nervous and excited abt this fic but i think im finally getting into the swing of writing it which is rlly cool YAY
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its probaby not important but ive cut down on my editing a little bc it stresses me out a lot so theres probably a few mistakes that have slipped through just ignore those LOL
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Ekko sits back in bed, bathed in the soft glow of the morning sun spilling through the thin curtains billowing gently in the breeze. He turns to the next page of his book slowly, savouring every word he takes in as he reads the newest addition to his tiny, personal library that Jinx had picked up at a second-hand shop just a few days ago on her small trip to see Vi and get some errands done. He absentmindedly runs his hand over Jinx's head as she sleeps beside him, her body turned away from his. His fingers thread through her soft hair in quiet reverence, the soft motion gradually pulling at the confines of sleep still blanketing his consciousness. He half-listens to the soft snores she lets out in her sleep, the sound of her so peaceful and quiet in the early morning— especially after last night— making him want to live this moment forever.
"Ekko…" She stirs in her sleep, rolling to the side.
He turns his head, gently smoothing his hand over her hair as he waits for her to wake up properly, he freezes as she groans under her breath, turning over again.
"Ughm— Fuck—" She lurches forward, sitting up suddenly and swinging her legs over the side of the bed.
She stands and runs into the middle of the room, looking side to side with her hand over her mouth before making a beeline for the kitchen.
"Jinx?" he calls, pulling the sheets off his lap.
She doesn't answer, immediately running to the sink and leaning over it with her fists balled up so tight either side that her knuckles turn white. Ekko listens from the other room as she gags and starts throwing up, he drops his book down into the sheets— uncaring of the pages getting crumpled— and hurries to be by her side. He reaches up hesitantly and tucks her hair behind her ear, trailing his fingers down afterward to place his warm, steady hand on her bare back between the thin straps of her top.
She can't help the way her heart stops for a second as she glances up at him— his hair is long, well past his shoulders, tied into a low ponytail with a few loose locs framing his worried face— and he has those fucking adorable little black glasses perched on his nose, glinting the light back at her gently. It feels like time slows for a second, whatever breath she has left getting knocked from her lungs as she stares at him. Why the hell does he have to distract her from throwing up? That's so not fair.
She feels her stomach turn in her brief moment of mesmerisation with her husband and pitches forward back over the sink, digging her nails into the edge of the basin as she hurls up the contents of her pitifully empty stomach. Tears prick at her eyes as she groans quietly, tiny sobs ripping through her chest as she heaves in another breath, desperately trying to get her body to remember that oxygen is, in fact, important. She coughs miserably, slamming her fist down on the counter, cursing to herself in between strained, dry retches.
Ekko reaches over and turns the tap on, letting the water clear away the contents of the sink, running his hand over her back soothingly one last time before moving to the fridge a few paces away. He pulls the door open and grabs a metal pitcher full of water from inside, getting a cup out of the cupboard and filling it halfway. He sets it down just next to her curled up fist, careful not to spill any. Jinx looks back up at him sheepishly, shoulders still hunched up with a clear grimace decorating her face.
"You okay?" he asks, wiping a stray hair away from her cheek.
She grabs the cup with what's probably way too much force, opening her mouth to speak without a single thought beforehand, "Do I look fucking okay?" She pauses, watching his expression falter, "Sorry, I—" She sighs, turning away, letting her hair fall forward and hide her face.
"It's okay…" he says softly, smiling in consolation, reaching to caress her shoulder gently.
She shivers a little under his touch, she doesn't know what to think of him being so touchy like this. Everything is so disorienting like this, her head is dizzy and her stomach twists uncomfortably as she wraps her fingers around the cup he set down next to her. She's grateful no matter how hard it might be to tell him. He trails his hand down her back, the warmth of his fingers seeping underneath the thin fabric of her clothes.
"The nurse at the infirmary said this might happen, we c—"
She snaps her head back up to greet every ounce of concern for her plastered across his face, "What?"
He rubs a small circle into her lower back, trying to pull her a little closer in an effort to comfort her, "We can go visit later just in case," She watches as his eyebrows furrow together, eyeing his face wearily.
"I threw up, I'm fine, Ekko," Her voice cracks a little as he flattens his hand on her skin, fingers gently meeting her spine just beneath her cropped shirt.
He purses his lips, darting his eyes to the side, trying to figure out how best to convince her. She's always been a little stubborn but it's not like he's ever been any better. He worries too much. But he cares. He really, really cares. Jinx knows deep down that he cares about her, that he still holds love for her— and not just the memory of her former self— but it doesn't help the doubts that swirl around in her head, echoes around her mind trying to convince her that there's no way he actually loves her. She's not worthy of being loved and revered so gently the way he seems to. He'll snap eventually. He'll see exactly what makes her so hated and feared by everyone else. She wants to lash out at him, tell him to just leave her be. It's not right for her to be so weak and vulnerable in front of him like this. But more than anything, she's curious, it eats away at her, frays at the edges of her mind. She wonders why he would be this worried, Ekko isn't usually this soft. Of course, she had seen the gentle and loving side of him before but this is…different. She's still grappling with the fact that they're married now, apparently. She didn't think she'd ever be the type to marry but here she is. Something is missing. A lot of things are missing. She's not entirely sure if she's still dreaming or not, she doesn't know whether or not she even wants to wake up from this if it is a dream.
"Don't you wanna check on her just in case?" he says, interrupting her spiral.
Her.
Jinx freezes halfway through taking a hesitant sip of water, all the hair rising on the back of her neck. She knows exactly what it sounds like. She's not fucking stupid. Morning sickness. Ekko being so uncharacteristically worried over something so small. Her. She puts the cup down, pulling away from his careful touch and turning to face him properly.
"Ekko," she starts slowly, "who? Check on who?" She has to make sure, has to know for certain.
Every fraction of a second that passes, she feels the panic rising through her body, feeling like it might burn her from the inside out.
She knows what he's about to say before he even opens his mouth, "The baby—" he says, confirming her worst fear.
He watches as all the colour drains from her already pale complexion, her eyes widening in shock and realisation.
"No,"
He reaches forward to rest his hand on her shoulder, missing as she takes a step back from him.
"Jinx—" he tries.
Nothing he says after that gets to her, his voice distorting and sounding like he's underwater. Her head swims in what she can only describe as abject horror. Her ears ring, piercing into her skull, making her claw at the sides of her head, nails scraping over her scalp and down her cheeks. Maybe she does want to wake up from this, actually. Or maybe it'd be better if she just died instead. Anything would be preferable over this. She watches through her distorted vision as he tries to move closer to her.
"What the fuck, Ekko—" she says, her voice still raspy and raw from throwing up.
"Jinx, baby—" He reaches forward again with a little more hesitance.
She shoves his hand away, skin on skin making a slapping noise as she makes contact. Tears well up in her eyes as she looks up at him, anger seething through her body as she pushes him away yet again. It's not fair. It's becoming a pattern in their relationship, he reaches out and she pushes him away again and again. He won't let her go, he won't ever give up on her no matter how she tries to shrink away from him.
"What the fuck did you do to me?" she says, her voice cracking as she strains to get the words out.
He frowns, his hand still outreached towards her. He flexes his fingers, desperately trying to figure out what's going on with her. It's very clearly Jinx, but she's different. She's still the same as last night, like she'd been put through a hard reset and come out with half of her memories wiped. He had hoped that maybe it was just a fluke and she was half asleep, maybe still dreaming. But she's still like this, still confused and scared and defensive like a wild animal backed into a corner, like she's forgotten everything they've done and what they've become.
"B— Jinx—"
His breath catches as he stares at her, shocked stiff as she stands there trembling, pale, and confused. Her blue hair falls over her face as she stares up at him, bangs getting in her eyes as she looks at him like he'd betrayed everything he ever promised her. His Jinx isn't…right.
She heaves in a quiet sob and slowly looks down, finding a tiny bump in her abdomen that she's sure wasn't there before. Her fingers tremble as she just barely ghosts the tips over the smooth skin there. She doesn't even know how to describe the type of horror she's feeling, it creeps through her entire body like a parasite slowly taking over its host. She died. She died and now she's somewhere different, everything is different, she's happily married and expecting a child with the man who had saved her from herself, who she'd only spent a month with previously after years of separation and hurt. She vaguely thinks to herself that maybe this is punishment for everything that she had done, all the people that loved her that she hurt, all the atrocities she had committed over the course of her life. It's everything she never dreamed of. Maybe it's what she might have wanted in a different life, clearly it's what she wanted in a different life if her current theory that she's somehow been thrust into an alternate reality proves true. It's all far too real to be a dream, the feel of the breeze blowing through the window and against her face sending a chill through her body and horribly grounding her in her new reality.
She drags her gaze over the counter beneath her fingers— everything moving in slow motion like she's wading through knee-high water— and finds a sharp knife discarded in amongst a few other dishes and utensils ready to be washed. She grabs the handle, her fingers wrapping around the hilt very near reflexively, holding it in front of her before she can even think through what it is she's doing. Everything in her has been itching for the comforting feel of a weapon— any weapon at this point— in her hand and she eagerly takes the opportunity when presented with it.
"Don't touch me," she hisses, her fingertips digging into the solid handle in her grip.
Ekko freezes in his spot, slowly putting his hands up in front of him, looking at her like a deer in headlights.
"Jinx—"
She glances down to her own hand, her blind rage and panic parting for a second in realisation of what she's trying to do. She's trying to hurt him. She's giving in to her own fears, acting them out without even meaning to. She snaps her eyes back up to his face, his brows knitted together in the way they always do when he's trying to figure something out, lips parted like he wants to say something but can't quite formulate his thoughts the way he wants. She's obviously going through something but he thought they were long past threatening each other at this point, long past the days where Jinx was so reflexive and impulsive, having eventually learnt that she can lean on him, that she won't get him hurt or killed.
Ekko reaches forward slowly, aiming to disarm her. Her eyes widen at his movement, her hold loosening and letting the knife drop to the floor with a loud clatter. She's gone before he can say anything, having bolted out of the apartment and down the steps, into the courtyard below, leaving him no time to talk to her. Ekko stands there, stiff, his mind reeling with questions and not a whole lot of answers. He bends down and picks the knife from the floor, the same one he used to cut cheese for her last night, he realises. He puts it back beside the sink with a sigh; they're going to need a long conversation tonight and Ekko's patience is wearing thin, especially after not sleeping properly for the past couple nights.
Ekko feels a little ridiculous as he ponders whether or not his Jinx had had her mind overtaken by her own self from a different universe, just like he had done just a few years back. It would make everything make a whole lot more sense but what are the chances of that actually being the case? He wracks his head for ideas, thinking maybe it's just a lapse in her mental health, or perhaps a side effect of the new hormones in her body. He quickly comes to the realisation that he's likely not going to figure it out without her input, but he wonders if she would even be open to talking about it, maybe she just needs a little space and everything will go back to how it's supposed to be— wishful thinking, he's very much aware.
He leaves the apartment from the kitchen door, greeted by the blinding light of the sticky summer morning streaming through the Firelight base. He doesn't see that familiar flash of blue anywhere below. She's gone.
Jinx tore out of the base as fast as she could, desperate to flee all the responsibilities and realities of her new life. She demands that the guard posted at the entrance to open for her and she does so without many qualms, taking sympathy on Jinx's clearly distressed state. She shakes her head, ignoring Mylo's jab piercing through her ear, something about how everyone just feels sorry for her— they all look at her with pity— and they'll see how much of a monster she is with time.
She vaguely knows where she's going, walking through the cramped, winding streets, sticking out of sight as much as she can, trying to blend into the shadows lining each road. The wind blows gently on her face, making her eyes water with her swift movement, tangling her hair more and more with each step. It takes about twenty-five minutes of her stumbling around until she finds a lane she's very, very familiar with, turning on her heel to take the path just off to her side.
Stones prick at her bare feet as she moves forward, nicking her soles, but she doesn't care, not really, she's got far bigger things to worry about right now. She trails her fingertips over the rough brick of the little alleyway she turns down— something grounding, not bothering to care about the filth collecting on her fingers. The Lanes don't seem a whole lot different to how they were before she woke up in this nightmare. Things are still quiet, like everyone who is anyone down here would prefer to slink off into the shadows, out of sight. Jinx stays out of the way of any of the crowded main streets, not wanting anyone to see the tears streaking down her face. Nobody should see her this vulnerable.
She breathes in the air washing over her face, silently disappointed by how unclean it is compared to the air in the Firelight base that she had spent so much time in recently. The thick air of the summer there is a welcome relief compared to the smog and remnants of the grey that coat every surface of the rest of Zaun. It seems that plants still don't particularly like to grow around these parts due to the poison that Piltover allowed to be released into the streets.
She stops dead as she comes face to face with a familiar metal door, looking just the way she left it, bolted and padlocked to hell and back. She fishes around in her pockets for the set of keys or any kind of tool really, finding nothing in there. She sighs, growing weary at her continually worsening day. The thought that she's useless for forgetting such a simple thing to get where she's going bounces around in her head, making her scratch her nails down the side of her face, trying to will it away. She wants to break down, wants to just sink down to her knees and curl up in a ball and cry. Just once she wishes things would go right, but no, she had to jinx this too.
She turns her back to the sealed entrance and slides down slowly, her back scraping against the keypad attached to the door, making her wince slightly. She curses her past self for being so damn concerned about security, about keeping people away from her and her penchant for destruction. She buries her head in her hands, tears starting to wet her palms and roll down her arms.
It's all so much and she feels like her whole body is shutting down on her in an effort to cope with her new reality. It's all so daunting to her, Ekko, marriage, domesticity. It's not like Jinx to be so tied down. She leans back against the door, propping herself up with her hands against the ground, she feels something prick at her finger and notices a stiff metal wire just under her touch, half sticking out from the rough material of the doormat beneath her. Her eyes light up as she holds it up to inspect. Something she can work with. She lets picking open the locks distract her for a little. It feels good to work with her hands again.
Eventually, she manages to pry all of the locks open before typing in the code on the faintly lit up keypad welded to the door. It swings open with a soft click as it unlatches, just as the pad buzzes to her that the PIN was correct. She stands there, frozen for a second as she takes in the dark room, lit up along the blades with low, glowing, amber lights. It's so similar and yet so different to the last time she saw it. Granted, the last time she saw it she was steering it through the air over the battleground at Piltover.
It's homey inside, warmer than she remembers— as if she comes here often. Maybe she does. She wouldn't know. She wanders toward the centre console, her awe clouding her mind, momentarily allowing her to forget her current predicament. It feels so similar to when Isha was here, everything bright and colourful and lived in.
She feels a pang in her heart, hope pulling at her chest as she grazes her fingers over a little sticky note with a tiny doodle on it just like the little, brown-haired girl had done for her in the time they had spent together. She wonders if maybe Isha lived here, maybe things are so different here because she lived, but the thought is quickly lost to her as a little shrine catches her eye. There's a painting there of the little girl, looking sprightly and happy— so full of life. It pains Jinx to see her depicted so carefully and lovingly. She finds herself kneeling in front of it before she even knows where her body is taking her, being pulled towards it like a magnet. She runs a thumb over the brushstrokes of the canvas for a second, a grim smile tugging at her lips as she admires her likeness.
She lets her eyes wander over the little table in front of her, taking in the soft, colourful cloth covering the wood, the little trinkets decorating the entire surface, the tiny doll just off to the side with tufts of blue hair and a winding mechanism built in. She strokes her finger over a candle laid flat on the table, feeling the tiny bump of a wax drip under her finger as she leans forward to pick up the doll.
She turns it over in her hand, silently marvelling at the neat little stitches and the time that clearly went into the tiny creation. It's painfully similar to how Ekko described this corner of her hideout in the alternate reality he visited himself. Except it's not Vi that's dead this time. At least she hopes she's not dead. Jinx doesn't have a very good idea of exactly how much is different here yet, just knowing that she's married and alive and lives with Ekko.
Her chest clenches painfully as she runs her fingers over the tightly woven fibres and across the little mix of blue and brown hair stuck to the doll. Everyone who gets close to her dies. That's why she killed herself. That's why she's tried to kill herself again and again. The only person she can't seem to get rid of is her.
Tears well up in her eyes when she finds herself thinking about Ekko again, how gentle and loving he had been towards her lately, and not just this Ekko— the Ekko who is almost a perfect stranger in her bed— but her Ekko back home, the one who had been through hell and back and still came to find her anyway. She had been so short with him, and she knows he's used to it by now, probably expects it from her, but that doesn't stop the immense wave of guilt crashing into her. She swings between wanting to push everyone away at the risk of hurting them and wanting to pull them closer, maybe have one last try at breaking the cycle of death and bad luck that always follows in her wake. Something in her always wants to see if it'll be different this time, maybe she is worth caring for, maybe things will finally be okay. She wants to crush every ounce of hope inside her, just knowing deep down that it'll always end the same way— with hurt and destruction and she'll be all alone all over again. It'll be easier to be alone if she just cuts everyone off and does it for herself anyway, no need to take anyone else down while she's at it.
She stares ahead blankly, silently drawing her knees up to her chest as tears drip down onto the fabric clinging to her. She clutches the doll tightly in her hand, thumb brushing through soft locks sewn into its tiny head. So small, just like the sweet little girl she used to know.
Pain radiates through her body as she gets hit with flash after flash of Isha, the way she'd scrunch her nose up when she disagreed, the way she'd smile as she took Jinx's hand and let her twirl her around, that one time she got nail polish halfway up each of her fingers in an attempt to copy the older girl's style. She was so painfully Powder, everything and nothing like Jinx herself all at once. She died blue, just like her old self, died brave and afraid all at the same time, died trying to show Jinx that she's worth protecting. But nothing about her feels like it carries any worth with how many people she's gotten killed by now, even if it wasn't directly her fault. She's gone and there's nothing Jinx can ever do to take it back.
She was glad to embrace death when it came to her, something to finally undo the curse thrust upon her, to keep everything and everyone she loves alive. More than anything, she wants Vi and Ekko especially to keep living, she can carry on in their memories and they'll tell people all the good parts of her, all the parts that didn't hurt people, the soft and gentle side of her hidden far beneath the violence and trauma she was born from. They'll hurt for a while of course, Jinx knows that, but it'll be worth it to not see them dead and buried before she's even thirty.
She heaves in a strained gasp, her fingers shaking as she smooths them over her still sleep-tangled blue hair. No matter what, the universe or…fate or…whatever just can't seem to let her die. She'll try again and again but it never works. She slumps down onto the floor, resting her head against cold metal, fingers still tightly wrapped around the worn little doll in her grip. She lets out a little sound like a wounded animal, trying to ignore all the conflicting voices echoing in her brain, long, convoluted speeches about how she has to keep pressing forward, quick, sharp jabs about how she's a jinx and she should just kill herself all over again. But she can't kill herself, not like this, not in this reality. She thinks that there's not much left to question when it comes to whether or not she's been flung into a parallel universe, even if she's somehow stuck in a dream or slowly dying, this is what she's stuck with and she needs to work with it somehow.
As she sniffles, swiping her hair out of her face, slowly beginning to accept that she can't die here, she needs to figure a way out of this so that she can finally join Isha again. As much as she wants to be gone already, she won't deliberately ruin whatever this Ekko and Jinx have together, they're settled and happy and she won't tear that apart on purpose. She'll put up with Ekko and marriage and whatever else this universe wants to throw at her so she can finally get back to being six feet under.
She laughs to herself bitterly— how thoughtful for whatever twist of fate this has been to push her back into being alive, force her to live with all the pain she's been through, make her see what she does to people. She wonders what her alternate self is like here, she's not the same as the Powder that Ekko told her about when he pulled her from the ledge that day, but she's not herself either. She wonders exactly where the split happened, where these timelines diverged from each other, how different this Jinx's life has been to her own. She can't imagine ever being okay enough to settle down and have a kid. Maybe under the right circumstances she could have been with Ekko. She wanted to be with him even if getting close to him again hurt more than anything. That night they spent together had been a moment of weakness, a moment where she let her guard down and let herself just be with him. She let herself be selfish, just for one night, just to get a glimpse of what could have been while she waited for the opportunity to finally free herself from existence. They made plans to talk about it afterwards, Jinx secretly hoping he'd be able to talk her into coming back with him again despite planning to flee whenever it'd be convenient.
Ekko underestimated just how eager she had been to die, digging his claws into hope so hard that it blinded him. He knew deep down that they weren't out of the woods yet, he knew that it'd take time before she stopped thinking of death as sweet mercy, but he had hoped that after everything he could help her heal. It seems he'd helped her heal here, or at least been through it with her, stuck with her through the worst of it all— it showed so plainly in the way he loved her, bringing her food and offering consolation where she'd need it, patient to a fault, even when she doesn't deserve it.
He knows her so well it makes her sick, it feels so alien to her, herself feels so alien to her in every single way. He knows her and yet he doesn't. Not this her anyway. Her head spins as she tries to grapple with all of this new information. Voices in her head fuzz over any noise attempting to pass her ears, uncertainty biting into every corner of her mind. She can't help but question if she truly is just going crazy, if it would even make a difference if she was anyway, perhaps not, but it doesn't stop the way a sob sticks to her throat, drowning her in a strange kind of fear that eats away at her skin and leaves only the bones of self hatred.
After it all, her train of thought always circles back to Ekko and how willing he's been to help her, his unwavering patience and devotion. As she thumbs over the metal sewn into the doll, she thinks about how he'll react when she goes back home. Will he finally lose his careful front of patience and snap at her? Yell at her? Will he finally realise just how dangerous she is to him and everyone around her? She didn't even mean to pick up the knife this morning, her fingers wrapping around the handle before she could think about it, the action as instinctual as the way a wolf bares its teeth at its prey.
She tucks her knees up against her chest, curling into a little ball as she sobs quietly, letting her tears release everything in her. She lays there a while, hours passing, minutes dragging by as her tears slowly run dry. She knows exactly what she needs to do, she needs to go back and face him so she can get out of here as quickly as possible. Her knee-jerk reaction has always been to run as far as possible, leave the problem far away so she can't fuck it up and make it worse like usual. But she needs him for this, none of it works without Ekko.
She slowly peels herself off the floor— hot, damp skin sticking to the metal and making her wince as she slowly sits herself up. She blinks, wet lashes sticking together as she hauls herself upright, the room starting to spin as she balances herself, palms pressed flat against the floor beneath her. She clutches the doll in her hand harder, nails digging into the fabric until it catches and a tiny ripping noise tears through the silence.
"Fuck—" She looks down, her fingers trembling as she gently runs her thumb over the split.
She giggles quietly— delirious— it's so fucking typical it hurts. A wave of fresh tears spill from her eyes as she sets the tiny version of Isha back on the shrine, putting it back as carefully as possible to not hurt her all over again. Even a tiny doll version of her isn't safe. She catches a tear on her finger, letting it roll off onto the floor as she turns her back and takes a shaky step towards the exit again. She clenches her fists tightly, nails digging into soft skin, leaving red divots where they met.
When she leaves, she can just about see the way the sky darkens above, even through the smog and filth hanging in the air. The breeze is cold on her damp, tear-stained skin, the evidence of her pain drying uncomfortably across her cheeks. It's shorter this time, the way back fresh in her mind, her commute half as long on the way back.
She meets the heavy door at the end of the passageway, knocking gently until someone decides to pry it open. She squints as the light spills across her face, the brightness blinding her and forcing her to shade her eyes under her hand.
"Jinx," a deep voice breaks through the murmuring conversation in her head.
She nearly crashes into Scar's large form as she steps forward, too dazed to notice him right in front of her until the very last second.
"Fuck…sorry," she mutters, hanging her head sheepishly.
She'd been so set on just making her way back to Ekko to explain things— maybe work through it all with him— to focus on anything but getting back to his— no their— apartment on base. She takes a step back to get a better look at his face. She almost feels nervous standing in front of him as he gazes at her so scrutinisingly, wanting to cower from his judgement of her. She doesn't have the time to deal with whatever he's going to say, be it worry or criticism.
"Ekko's been worried about you, y'know, said you…threatened him with a knife," he says, raising his eyebrow and leaning against the doorframe with a smirk on his face, clearly amused by their marital problems, "He's coming to look for you at sundown by the way,"
"So…soon," She tucks a stray hair behind her ear before crossing her arms, standing defensively in front of him like he'll lash out at her any second now, "Fuck, I— I didn't mean—" she starts, scrambling to explain herself, as if she owes him anything.
"My wife slapped me in the face when she was pregnant," He shrugs, "I won't tell anyone— bastard probably had it coming anyway," he chuckles.
"How…many people know…?" she asks hesitantly, picking at her nails.
"Just me," He pauses, "and my wife,"
"Right," she says, standing before the doorway awkwardly, unsure what else to say to him.
Maybe they're friends here? He had always been the most accepting of her out of everyone else at the Firelight base, seeming to hold a begrudging kind of respect for her— maybe something to do with her affiliation to Ekko, or out of appreciation for busting him and many others out of Stillwater, maybe both, not that it particularly matters at the end of the day.
He sighs and moves to the side, unblocking her path and letting her in. It seems like there's more he wants to say to her but is unsure of where to start, maybe Ekko told him about last night and all of the strange occurrences that have happened since she woke up at early hours this morning.
She takes one last glance back towards him, watching as he tips his hat at her in a fashion that most likely means good luck before turning and tugging the door closed again. She shies away from anyone who tries to come up to talk to her; everyone is so friendly with her here, it makes her want to snap at them, tell them to fucking get lost. But she doesn't. She ducks her head down and heads right towards the little green apartment she tore out of just hours earlier. As she reaches the top step, her hand hovers over the unpolished brass handle, fingers ghosting over the cold metal uncertainly. She was ready to face him again— wanting to get it done and out of the way as fast as possible— but now she's not so sure.
She grumbles under her breath, distinctly aware of the eyes from the courtyard below on her back. They're probably all judging her, they know what she is and what she's done, they hate her just as much as she hates herself. She straightens her back up— wanting to get out from under the gaze of everyone on base all at once— and twists the handle slowly.
The door creaks open gently, hinges protesting as she pushes on it, and she's quickly met with the familiar smell of both herself and Ekko— something she had grown accustomed to during her recent stay with him. She peeks inside, taking a careful step onto the wooden floorboards, listening to the soft groan they let out under her feet as she treads onto them. The kitchen is bathed in the soft glow of the evening, light gleaming off metal, tiles shining, orange light spilling across each surface. It's home. But it's not home.
As she shuts the door behind her, a figure appears from what she knows is the bedroom. Ekko, dressed in his big, thick coat, pink scarf, and that pretty owl mask she loves so much. His hoverboard is mounted on his back, his hand coming off it when he catches the sight of her right there in front of him. He stops dead, just staring at her for a second, disbelieving of her presence in front of him. He lifts one hand up to pull at the mask on his face, the material making a soft noise as he pulls it from his face, bearing his gentle and worried expression beneath. He's still for a moment, wary of what her next move might be. She watches as his eyes slide over to the sink for a second, eyeing the knife sat on the draining board before snapping his gaze back towards her.
Jinx feels a cold shiver run down her spine as she slowly lets her fingers slip off the handle, fully facing the room and Ekko inside. His eyes widen as he watches her face crumple up for a split second before tears start pouring down her cheeks, her arms coming to wrap around herself in an effort to soothe.
"Jinx—" He's there before she can move an inch, strong arms wrapping around her and pulling her against his warm, sturdy body.
She lets go of herself, sinking into his embrace as she sobs into his shoulder.
"I'm sorry— I'm so sorry—" she whispers, her voice cracking as she speaks.
"Shhh…" He rubs his hand over her back, drawing slow circles across the skin with his gloved hand, "I was just about to come look for you," he says, a lilt of concern painting his voice.
He's warm and he's soft in all the right places, she breathes in the scent of pine and amber, a little leather and metal rounding him out as he wraps himself around her. She fully lets herself cry against him, tears staining his jacket as she shakes like a leaf in the wind. Her throat quickly becomes raw with her sobs, voice hoarse when she tries to speak through her tears.
"'M sorry, 'kko," she murmurs into him.
She never meant to hurt him. It's difficult to balance not wanting to hurt someone and wanting to pull away from them to avoid hurting them when pulling away in and of itself will hurt. And she wants to be comforted after everything, no matter how she might tell herself that she doesn't deserve it, she still seeks it like a child seeks comfort in a stuffed toy— automatic and instinctual.
"I've got you," he says softly, carefully removing his gloves and setting them on the counter beside her, immediately coming back in to draw her closer.
She clings to him so tight she's almost scared she'll knock the wind out of him, nails digging into his coat and trying to get as close as physically possible.
"How can you still…do this…after what I did this morning?"
"Mmh…" he hums softly, kissing her temple, "I love you,"
"I—" She shuts her mouth, yanking him closer.
She's still not ready to say it back, not yet, and not to this Ekko. If he minds that she won't say it back, he doesn't say anything, continuing to hold her up in his arms. He's so gentle and caring of her it makes her head spin, such a sharp contrast to what they had been only months before. She still hasn't had the time to get used to letting him get close, acting like a cornered cat whenever he'd approach her. Everything they had together was on her terms, in her time. He always seemed to know when she needed space and when it was safe to approach her with his affection.
"Where'd you go, baby?" he whispers into the side of her head.
She winces at his pet name for her, it's so soft it grates on her ears, it still feels odd to let him call her that but she doesn't complain, it's nicer than if it were anyone else, it fills her with an unfamiliar warmth, something that should be akin to comfort— but not to Jinx, at least not yet, "Went home," she replies simply, dipping her head down under his chin, burying her nose into his neck.
"Your nose is cold," he laughs, stroking her hair.
"Shut up,"
"Mmmh…no," He smiles, pulling back from her with his hands on her shoulders, fully taking in her face, all puffy and streaked red with tears, "My love…" he says gently, reaching up to stroke her cheek.
Jinx catches his wrist, carefully moving it away from her face, "Not— Not yet,"
His brows furrow a little and he moves his hand down to her waist, resting there while he talks, such a casual act of affection that Jinx is stunned right up until he speaks, breaking her out of her trance, "Have you eaten yet?"
She flits her eyes back up to him in bewilderment before realising that yes, actually, she is rather hungry, having forgotten to eat all day even after throwing up the woefully tiny contents of her stomach this morning. She shakes her head, her bangs falling into her eyes as she does.
"Sit," he says, guiding her over to the table.
He's taking care of her again. Jinx sighs, settling down into the chair. It feels wrong in a way, this Ekko that's not her Ekko being so tender and patient with her when all she's done is bite at him like a rabid dog. It's like he's lost all his flame. But it is a welcome break in the chaos from today and the day prior. She sits her chin in her palms and watches as he shucks off his jacket, hanging it on the coat hook near the door, his scarf and boots quickly following, before taking his board and stowing it away somewhere in the bedroom. Jinx makes a mental note to look for it later, the curiosity for this new space eating at her, making her want to pry open every drawer and cupboard so she knows where everything is.
He comes back out with his glasses on, looking like he did this morning— adorable— and she can't help the way her heart picks up a little as she stares at him. Her eyes follow him slowly as he pulls ingredients from the cupboard and sets the hob alight, putting a heavy, cast-iron pan on top shortly after. She shifts impatiently as he throws precut onions and chicken into the pan before she lets herself get distracted by the ripple of muscles on his back as he cooks, each movement serving to pull and accentuate the definition in his neck and shoulders.
She stares at the way his long hair trails along his spine, locs winding around each other in the prettiest contrast to his dark skin. She smiles a little, tipping her head to the side in her hands. He hums when he cooks. She feels a little giddy watching him, like a lovestruck teenager with each movement he makes. It's hard not to fall in love with him if she's being honest. He's kind and gentle and passionate and gorgeous and on top of all that, he's cooking for her.
It's not long before he's plated up whatever he made, some sort of chicken pasta with a tomato and vegetable sauce mixed in. The steam curls up from each dish and Jinx eyes it with her mouth watering.
"Made too much again," he grumbles to himself, spooning the rest into a little bowl and setting a beeswax wrap beside it to cover over later.
She chuckles under her breath at that, fiddling with her bangs between her fingers as he moves over to the table and sets a deep dish in front of her.
"Cheese?"
She blinks up at him before nodding dumbly, pulling the plate closer to her almost possessively. He grates a little on top of her pasta and shoves it back in the fridge, closing it softly before coming to sit just opposite her at the table.
"Thank you," she says quietly, hiding underneath her mess of blue hair.
Just as she picks up her fork, he reaches forward and takes her hand in his, thumb gently soothing over her knuckles as he holds her firmly but carefully.
"You okay?"
She looks back up and finds him looking her up and down, eyes scanning over her face with a level of concern she thinks she's never seen in him before. So strange.
She nods and squeezes his hand gently, lifting the first mouthful of pasta to her lips. It's good— rich and flavourful, tastes like comfort. He definitely knows what she likes. She eats so fast she nearly chokes on her food, wanting to get it in her mouth as fast as possible. She knew he was a good cook but not this good. He's been practising. Or maybe just had many more years to hone his craft. They eat in silence, Ekko running his thumb over Jinx's knuckles gently while he eats with his non-dominant hand— just for her.
The room starts to get dark in the time it takes them to eat food, going from a distinctive, orange glow to having a dim, blue cast over all of the walls and floor. Ekko pulls a little lighter out of his pocket, one that Jinx notices has a small monkey engraved on the front of it— her signature embellishment. He flicks it open and lights a little, half-melted candle in the middle of the table, bathing his face in the pretty, flickering glow, glinting gently against his glasses. The fire dances in front of them as they clear their plates, wax slowly dripping down the length, past the little dish and onto the wood below.
Jinx hums gratefully with the last mouthful, licking her fork clean with a pointed tongue and a tiny smile on her face. Maybe it's okay to make the most of this while she's here, while she has the chance. She'll be dead again soon anyway, so why not enjoy the hopefully little time she has left? She doesn't know when or if she'll ever get back but she can only hope.
"I'm— I'm tired," she says softly, slumping back into her chair, a warm, fuzzy feeling radiating through her body.
"Okay," He smiles gently, his eyes full of something akin to pride as he looks at her, "let's get you to bed, love,"
They leave their plates at the table, and Jinx snuffs the candle out quickly— ignoring the pointed gaze behind her from the way she licked her fingers and pinched the wick to put it out— before making their way into the adjoining room.
She slips into bed slowly, pulling the covers over her freezing feet and sliding into the cool sheets, breathing a sigh of relief as the fabric envelops her. She bunches the blanket up in her lap, huddling close to the smooth sheets in an attempt to get cozy. Ekko's already put his little light on from his nightstand, the glow scattering across his face as he pulls a slim book from inside his drawer along with a serviceable little pen.
She sighs to herself, balling her hands up into fists, trying to convince herself to just broach the topic with him.
She knows exactly where to start, "Ekko— Do you…remember Powder?"
"I— Yes," He exhales briefly, clutching the pen tighter between his fingers, "It's just like that…somehow…isn't it?"
She fiddles with a strand of her hair, refusing to meet his gaze, "I think— Something happened? I don't— I don't know, some kind of anomaly or whatever," Jinx breathes out shakily as she speaks, silently glad that he hasn't immediately turned to her and called her insane or straight up dismissed her.
He understands.
He gently sets his book and pen on the little table next to him and slips her hand into his, carefully clasping slender fingers between his warm, steady palms.
"We can figure it out, okay? I've— I mean I've done it once— We've done it once,"
His expression falters slightly at the way she still refuses to meet his line of sight.
And yet, he continues to reassure, "It's okay," he affirms, circling his thumb over her wrist.
She shakes her head, tears beginning to well up again, her body aching with a kind of anxiety she can't fully describe. She doesn't know what to say. He holds her gently, letting her breathe for a second before parting his lips to speak once again.
"When…did it happen? I mean— What happened, really?"
She bites her lip, "The— The battle in Piltover— One second I was— Fuck, I was blowing myself up— trying to save Vi…and— And the next second I'm here in bed with you," She glances back up at him, her lip trembling against each syllable.
"That was…a few years ago—"
"I died," she says, trying to pull her hand away from his.
He pulls back gently, not forceful in his action but grounding, "You're not dead, you're here, with me, and we're going to get you back,"
Her determination to go back wavers as she feels her stomach turn at the thought of having to face everything she purposefully left behind, they're free of her curse and she'd like to keep it that way, maybe even if that means invading her alter self's body and leaving them all behind for good. Fuck going back just to immediately kill herself, knowing her luck, it won't work anyway. She can't seem to off herself no matter what so maybe this is what was meant to happen, a twist of fate that'll keep her gone forever. She clings to that, digging her heels in, just hoping that she can work something out that'll mean she won't have to explain herself or put anyone in danger ever again.
"I can't…" she whispers, flicking her hair out of her face as she turns her body towards him, still shying away from his tender gaze.
"Jinx…" He adds pressure to her hand nestled between his palms, firm contact to keep her tethered to him.
"I'm dead, Ekko, okay? I'm better off like this anyway, I— Fuck—" A hint of neon scratches at the corner of her vision, distorting into a flash of pink that looks scarily like the last time she saw her sister.
She feels guilt start to bubble up inside her, squeezing at her until she feels sick all over again. The thought of going back, having to explain herself, having to face it all all over again—
A tear rolls down her face slowly, dripping down onto Ekko's clasped hands, splashing out onto his warm, smooth skin.
"No, you're not…" he says, his voice low and sweet with no room for disagreement, "There's people who care about you back home, Jinx, people who love you. You need to see them again, you have to,"
"I don't— Want to hurt them again— Vi and— And you," she confesses, hanging her head, letting her bangs cover her face to mask her own vulnerability.
He drops her hand, hesitantly reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ear, trailing his fingers across her cheek and down to her jaw, testing, always patient. Finally, she leans into his touch, allowing him to soothe without fully feeling like she's wrong for it. Just this once, she thinks.
"You have to," he repeats gently, "You hurt to love, but love is what makes the pain worth it,"
She looks to him with big, round eyes, her brows creased together slightly, lips come apart just so. He wears a smile on his face— earnest and sincere.
"You can't stay here," he says, voice frayed with a soft kind of pain.
He cups her cheek in his hand, thumb running over smooth, damp skin, brushing away the little flyaways sticking to her pink cheeks. His eyes slide down to her hands folded up in her lap, long nails absently picking at a hangnail, drawing blood up from under the surface with her anxious fidget. He carefully pries her fingers away, squeezing her hand in his, finally taking both hands and facing her fully, legs crossed together with a thin blanket draping over them both, allowing them shared warmth.
"I love you…I love every little part of you, every version, every tiny piece of you, Jinx," His voice breaks slightly as he flits his eyes downward, taking his turn to avoid her wary gaze, "But I need my wife back,"
Her breath hitches and she nods, sniffling to herself, tears streaking down her red, raw cheeks all over again. She has to accept it, has to finally give in and let him truly be there for her, even when it hurts more than it soothes, even when it goes against her very nature— especially then. There's nothing she can do to escape what needs to be done now everything is finally laid open between them.
"I don't…want a baby…" she says quietly after some time of just letting him hold her.
He chuckles under his breath, reaching to scratch his head awkwardly, "Well we…Uh— We didn't really plan on this either,"
"But you kept it,"
"I— Yeah,"
"And now I—"
"I know— I know— It's— A lot—"
"This is a nightmare," she grumbles to herself, shifting to lay down.
He sits back against the headboard, glancing down to her with a flash of guilt coming across his face. He smooths down the blanket draped across her shoulder, fingertips lingering over the thin fabric painfully separating their skin, not quite ready to let her go and yet forcing himself to anyway.
Her eyes are heavy, giving in to today's weight without much fuss, darkness dragging her under only minutes after laying her head on the pillow, exhaustion eating into her anxiety and forcing her to surrender to sleep. Ekko carefully runs his hand over the soft, tangled hair on top of her head, a tiny smile pulling at his lips despite everything. He's tired now— lost and unsure, impatient— but he remains kind; he remains open and bare to her, ready to be her rock when she needs, and she needs him now more than ever.
He turns back to his book, opening to a carefully dog-eared page, he's nearly at the end, all the puzzles inside filled out in his neat writing— only the odd smudge here and there— along with a couple doodles of stars and monkeys and whatever else Jinx decided on when she would get her hands on it— often as a way to distract him. He pushes his glasses up his nose, leaning back to focus, letting his troubles and doubts get lost in the numbers bled into the page.
He lets his eyes wander back over to Jinx's sleeping form, quietly admiring the way her nose twitches in her unconscious state, and he smiles to himself. She's still Jinx after everything, still the woman he married and chose to stick with forever. He sighs to himself, thumbing over the page beneath his touch, silently wondering how he's going to help her out of this. He's done it once, for himself, but this time might prove difficult.
I’ll Surrender and Crawl | I Sonder Them All (But You) 𖦹 Chapter Two
Stalker x Stalker Timebomb | Ekko/Jinx
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Content tags: Dead dove: do not eat, Consensual non-consent, Dubious consent, Under-negotiated kink, Stalking, Guns, Predator/Prey dynamics, Fear play, Smut, Enemies with benefits, Semi-public sex, Penis in vagina sex, Unsafe sex, Rough sex, Desperate sex, Vaginal fingering, Cunnilingus, Slapping, Face slapping, Spanking, Choking, Hair-pulling, Marking, Biting, Spit kink, Manhandling, Dacryphilia, Degradation kink, Praise kink, Possessive sex, Possessive behaviour, Jealousy, Dirty talk, Dumbification, Begging, Multiple orgasms, Sexual overstimulation, Squirting and vaginal ejaculation, Cum eating, Ekko gets high on Jinx's shimmer, Dom Ekko, Sub Jinx
Word count: 16,664 | Reading time: 1h 23m
Notes: i. do not have a lot to say for myself LMFAO. read the tags be careful and enjoy 😭
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He hears the unmistakable sound of a gun cocking behind him and smiles to himself as he puts his hands up. He can feel her cold gaze burning into the back of his head as he stares straight ahead into the dimly-lit alleyway.
"You knew?" she asks, her voice raspy, startled, sounding like she had all the air knocked out of her at once.
He chuckles under his breath and slowly turns to face her, being quickly met by her shoving all of her weight into him and pinning him against the wall, pushing the barrel of the gun under his chin as she flattens her hand against his chest. She looks him up and down with contempt, a quiet rage seething under her skin while she breathes out— shaken by adrenaline.
"I…could kill you," she whispers menacingly, ramming the gun against his neck a little harder.
Ekko doesn't say anything, letting his gaze bore into her skull as he looks down at her with his chin tilted up, straining to keep his eyes fixed on her face— her face that's concentrated, a little confused, but mostly pissed.
"All you had to do was stay quiet, be a good boy and let me stalk you— let me prey on you— and maybe it wouldn't've come to this," She presses herself against him, letting him feel her thighs against his, her soft breasts against his chest, lips brushing over the shell of his ear as she leans into him, her breath impossibly hot on his skin.
He shivers a little before deciding to go along with her, "Prey on me?" He turns his head towards her, his breath fanning out over her cheek, crowding her with his presence despite being the one currently pinned against a wall.
He watches her gaze falter slightly as he runs his fingers up her bare back and a little under her crop top, fingers skipping over her tattooed skin. Her eyes widen, glancing down, not expecting him to be so calm and collected and…turned on with a gun against his throat. He takes the opportunity in her distraction to catch her wrist in his hand, his fingers digging into her soft skin and loosening her grip, wrapping his fingers around the barrel and snatching it away from her with his other hand in one swift motion. She pushes off him, shoving him into the wall with a soft oof as she propels herself away. She takes another hesitant step back in shock, looking down at the gun in his hand and back up to his face— her eyes wide with disbelief. Ekko raises his eyebrows, silently admiring his new weapon before snapping his head back up to her. She stands there, stiff, like a deer in the headlights. She had been impulsive, fuelled by the shock and rage at being caught, having acted irrationally as a result.
He stands there with his back against the wall with her only weapon in hand— leaning against the brick casually, completely unfazed by her rash actions. The thing that catches her off guard the most is that he's not looking down at her like he hates her, like he wants to kill her, no, he's looking her up and down like he wants to consume her whole, looking at her in the way a predator might look at its prey— lust lighting up a fire in his deep, brown eyes. She bites her lip, taking a second step back, and smirks at him tauntingly, playfully, like she's waiting on something.
He came to play and she's more than happy to oblige.
She slowly backs away, eyeing the way he waits there patiently with a cocky grin on his face, patient as her back inevitably hits the wall only four paces away from him. She turns her head to the side, quickly realising there's only one way out either end of the alleyway and she's barely out of his range of motion. She whips her head back up— a trail of glowing pink following her eyes— to look at him testing the weight of her gun in his hand, his eyes dipped low as he drags them from her weapon over to her frozen form.
He parts his lips and speaks low and clear— one simple word dripping threat and pure, carnal need, "Run,"
Jinx doesn't need to be told twice, immediately turning on her heel and darting down the dark, narrow passageway. He twirls the gun around in his hand and stalks after her slowly, taking his time. There's only one direction for her to go, the cramped backstreets funnelling straight into the same dead end. He's got her strung up in his web and she's not the slightest bit aware of it yet.
Ekko drags the barrel of the gun over the rough stones of the wall enclosing his path, the menacing scrape of metal against the hard brick grating on his ears as he advances forward. He takes one careful step after the other, listening through the quiet of the night for the pretty, blue-haired girl he's chasing. He's careful not to go too fast or tread too heavily, not ready to catch up to her yet, not ready to alert her of his presence just now.
He feels the chill of the thick night air wrap around him with every step he takes— cool, damp air whipping against his face as he wanders through the barely-lit alleyways of the run-down and forgotten streets of Zaun. She's close, he doesn't have far to go. He feels excitement tingle under his skin in anticipation of what's to come— what might happen. He sighs to himself, thinking about her— her body, the way she dressed tonight, the way her tight, black crop top clung to her small chest, the way her black, cuffed denim shorts with that thick, leather belt rode high on her long legs— perfectly exposing her soft, milky thighs— how her wild, loose plaits trailed down her back, flowing in the wind as she turned and bolted away from him. She's perfect.
Jinx turns around, finding another dead end, anxiety starting to rise in her chest when she realises she has to loop back again. She has no idea where he is or where he could be, the unfamiliar streets are too dark to get her bearings properly, leaving her to run around aimlessly in the pitch black, only occasionally finding a dim lamp along the path, blinking like it could go out at any moment. She rounds a corner, scraping up her fingers on the rough brick as she trails her hand over it in an attempt to anchor her quick turn, not wanting to go careening straight into the pavement below. She barely winces as she grazes the pads of her fingers, freezing in place as she's met with yet another wall. She might be fast but it quickly dawns on her that he's going to catch her; she's fallen right into his trap and it's only a matter of time before he gets his hands on her again. He planned this. She feels her stomach drop as she wonders what it is he truly wants. If he wanted to lure her out to kill her surely he would've done it already. And he told her to run. The fucker knew she'd meet a dead end eventually and just wanted to toy with her. How did he know she was following him? She had been so quiet, sticking out of sight the entire time.
She wipes her bangs out of her face and turns around, stopping dead when she sees a dark silhouette at the end of the path. She backs up as he slowly starts to walk towards her— each step heavy and menacing— taking his time in his approach, knowing there's nowhere else for her to go now. She only brought one weapon with her just in case, just one weapon on the off chance that she would need to defend herself and he has it. She's bare and vulnerable and trapped. She can see the clear outline of her gun still in his hand, silently noticing that he doesn't raise it towards her at all, just holding it, making it clear that although he doesn't intend on killing her, he's definitely not opposed. She breathes out a little heavier into the cold night air at the thought of what he might plan on doing with her when he finally gets his hands on her.
As the low lamplight spills over his face, she swallows nervously. His eyes drag over her body like he wants to eat her whole, staring her down like she's his first meal after having starved for a week. Her back hits the wall, making her stumble a little as her boot gets caught on the crumbling brick behind. He's so close she can almost reach out and touch him. She scrambles with the wall behind her, scraping her nails up on the hard surface in her panic as she gets caught with nowhere left to run. She flits her eyes back up to him and he's still got that smug grin on his face as he watches her fumble uselessly, desperately trying to figure out where to go from here.
She lurches forward in a last-ditch effort to get away from him, shimmer and adrenaline working together to get her past him, shoving her way past his shoulder. In the split second that relief washes over her with the thought that she's free, she feels warm, sturdy fingers wrap tightly around her wrist, catching her right before she can escape. She yelps as he grabs her hair by the base of her braids and shoves her face-first against the brick.
"Caught you," he whispers into her ear, pressing his body tightly against hers from behind, trapping her like a little wounded animal between him and the wall.
She squirms under his grip, kicking her feet out, anything to get out of his hold. She tries to hit him, shove her elbows into him, scratch at him, but nothing works. He may not be a whole lot taller than her but he's bigger and her hits and scratches do nothing to faze him.
"Where you tryin' to go, pretty girl?" he asks tauntingly, clearly amused by her pathetic, futile attempt at a struggle.
She growls at him, outraged and frustrated that none of her efforts prove useful in shoving him off her. He snickers under his breath before raising the gun to her face, holding the tip of it just beneath her chin.
"What was it you said earlier? You could kill me?" he mocks, pressing the barrel into her cheek.
She stares back at him indignantly, trying to push down the heat simmering low in her gut at the way he talks so low and syrupy in her ear, his breath fanning out over her face. She should be scared. The gun is fully loaded, just one motion of his finger and she'd be dead. She'd rather be dead than admit that she's wet and hot between her legs at the thought.
"All I'd have to do is squeeze the trigger," He presses his lips right against her ear, mouth brushing softly over her skin, "Maybe you'd like that…" he whispers, tightening his hard grip on her hair when he feels her try to pull away.
"Fuck you," she spits.
"Fuck me?" He laughs low under his breath, "Y'know, I was just thinking the exact same thing," He shoves his knee between her legs, listening to the soft, shocked squeak she lets out as he makes contact with her core underneath her clothes.
He hears her breath hitch and watches as she squeezes her eyes shut, avoiding his sharp gaze. Her hand desperately slaps at his thigh— whatever she can reach— to no avail, the sturdy, heavy weight of his body pressed into her keeping her so perfectly pinned and pliant for him. He's got her stuck, got her trapped and all his. Finally.
She lets out a breathless laugh to his bewilderment, pressing her cheek against the cold, solid wall, looking back at him with those piercing, glowy, pink eyes, "You're so cute," She smiles, baring her teeth almost threateningly.
He grunts softly and pushes the gun into her cheek, "Anybody ever tell you to shut the fuck up?"
She giggles deliriously, her laugh raspy and strained, every noise painted in fear before she turns a little more and flicks her tongue out, licking the nozzle of the gun, soft light glimmering playfully in her eyes, snickering under her breath at his confusion. He loosens his hold on the weapon a little, his eyes widening, lips coming apart in shock. He knew she was a little crazy but by no means was he expecting her to lick the weapon shoved in her face.
She whines loudly when his fingers tug at her hair again, shoving the gun into her cheekbone, doubling down on the pressure to make it obvious that he fucking means it. He pushes himself against her harder, grinding his thigh against her clothed cunt, his quickly hardening cock pressed right against the curve of her ass.
"What was that noise, baby?" he whispers with a stupid, smug fucking grin on his face.
The brick pressing against her cheek is uncomfortable, makes her feel small and helpless, the way he holds her down with a dangerous kind of ease. She shakes her head the best she can, squeezing her eyes shut.
"Ekko— You—"
"Me?" He cocks his head, "What about me, sweetheart?"
She whimpers softly, tears pricking at her eyes as he slowly drags the gun down her neck and down her arm— taunting her.
"These pretty little noises you're making…" he says softly, brushing his lips over her ear and down her cheek, "So sweet," He places a gentle kiss to her jaw, "So cute," He opens his mouth, trailing the tip of his tongue across her jawline.
"Get off me—" she pleads weakly, making a flailing attempt to grab her gun back from him.
It doesn't go unnoticed by Ekko the way she unconsciously grinds back against him— he's not even sure she's aware of it— her breath coming out in tiny little pants, picking up sharply as he presses the weapon into her cheek once again.
Jinx cries out quietly, distinctly aware of the heat of his body pressed into her, "Ekko, please—"
"Please what, hm?" He taps the gun against her face, "You don't even know, do you?" He pulls at her hair, yanking her head back towards him, slowly, slowly tracing the gun down to her newly exposed throat.
She whines, the noise coming from her before she even knows it. She feels her heart pick up when she realises just how pathetic and vulnerable she sounds right now. Jinx is never pathetic and vulnerable, but something about the weight of him against her, the way he talks like he's so fucking sure of what she wants— despite her own unconvincing responses— has her desperate. Desperate to get away? Desperate for him to have her? She doesn't know. She doesn't fucking know.
He pulls at her body suddenly, turning her to face him, grabbing her wrists and slamming them against the wall above her head, moving to pin them with only one large, rough hand. She'll definitely have marks to look back on later if she gets out of this alive. He's immediately pressing into her as he backs her against the wall, his body crowding her small frame, pushing her legs apart with his knee and holding her gun under her chin, just the same as she did to him earlier.
"Do it," she pants, furrowing her brows, "Do it— Pull the fucking trigger, Ekko," She stares straight into his face, her cheeks flushed and expression full of rage and hunger mingled together at once, fear simmering in her eyes as she demands he kill her.
"You don't want that…" he says softly.
He watches the way she shivers as the cold metal brushes over her hot skin, his finger hovering just over the trigger, the weapon begging him to fire. He trails the gun down her body, brushing the tip over her neck, her collarbone, the swell of her breast, the nozzle making quick contact with her nipple beneath her shirt. She lets out a soft sob at the stimulation, clamping her lips shut immediately afterwards, frantically trying to twist her wrists in his grip. He shouldn't know, he's not supposed to know. He presses closer, pushing his thigh further between her legs, listening to the perfect little gasp she lets out as he pushes against that soft, sensitive part of her that aches to finally be touched by him.
"What was that, sweetheart?" He leans in as she turns her head to the side in defiance, his breath burning against her ear, "Speak up for me, blue,"
He moves down a little, tentatively pressing his lips to her neck before opening his mouth, letting his teeth softly graze her skin and pushing his tongue out, slowly licking up the expanse of her neck. The chill hits her immediately right along where his tongue met supple flesh. She gasps gently before she's instantly reminded of her current predicament when he traces the gun down the other side of her neck and across her exposed collarbone, glazing over the blue clouds etched into her heated skin as he sucks down on the column of her throat. She shakes her head, pressing backwards as far as she can. He chuckles under his breath and opens his mouth, scraping his teeth over her soft skin before biting down into her. She makes a tiny noise of protest, squirming against him. He laughs to himself, breathing hot and heavy over her skin, moaning softly into her as he pushes his knee against her harder, grinding his aching, hard cock into her hip as he does— already searching for stimulation, already searching to be inside of her. He sucks at her neck carefully, drinking in every laboured breath and bitten back moan as he laves his tongue over her sensitive, delicate skin. She shakes under his touch— terror rising in her chest when she realises there's no escape— she might squirm, she might fight, but he can overpower her with only a fraction of his strength at close quarters. She's a sweet little mouse caught in a cat's trap, being played with before finally being consumed whole. Jinx is a strange creature, however. Every struggle and push back against him only serves for him to tighten his grip and growl into the crook of her neck, and all it does it turn her on. She's high on fear and adrenaline and couldn't be more fucking obsessed if she tried.
She absently grinds down against his leg and feels him dig his fingers into her wrists, using his body to push her into the solid brick behind, leaving her no room to move. He pulls his lips away with a soft pop and prods the gun into her neck, tapping it against her the hollow of her throat casually. He sure loves to play with his food. He watches her swallow in fear— unable to tear her eyes away from his face— grinning when she bites down on her lip nervously.
"You want this, don't you? Little freak…"
She refuses to answer, closing her eyes and turning her head away from him.
"How long have you been following me, baby? Months? Years? Hm?"
She shakes her head again, squeezing her eyes shut tighter. He knows. He knows everything. He shoves her gun back into her holster— pushing her hip back with the force— before grabbing her chin in his hand roughly. His lips are so close to hers, not even an inch away, so close that they're breathing into each other's mouths. She feels a chill lick up her spine, heat pooling low in her belly despite everything in her body telling her to run.
She lets out a tiny whimper— soft, sweet, scared— against his lips as he grips her chin between his thumb and forefinger. Ekko feels something snap inside him, the tiny noise reminding him just how at his mercy she is and activating some kind of primal instinct inside him. He crashes his lips into hers with a violent fervour, pulling her close, close, closer, leaving no room between them, opening his mouth into hers and shoving his tongue inside. Jinx lets out a tiny moan, letting his tongue in, letting him explore every little corner of her mouth, tongue sliding over hers, behind teeth, across her sensitive palette, mapping out every tiny part of her like he'll never have the chance to again. She sucks on his tongue, taking everything she can get from him, drinking him in like she might die tonight.
"Fuck—" he whispers as his lips part from hers.
She cranes her neck forward, chasing his touch, anger simmering inside her as he smirks at that, taking a sadistic enjoyment in watching her swing between wanting to fuck him and wanting to kill him.
He leans forward slowly, his eyes dipped low, warm breath spreading over her lips as he brings himself closer.
"Ekko…"
"Shh, baby," He runs his thumb over her hip, sliding his hand down just a little further.
He stays there for a second, his lips barely a millimetre away from hers, just feeling as her ragged breaths mingle with his in the cold air between them.
"You're so pretty," he says quietly.
She nods, her eyes fluttering shut, rolling her hips into him, finding purchase on his leg between her thighs.
"I wanna see all of you," he murmurs, nudging his nose against her cheek, reaching up and flattening his palm against the back of her neck.
She thinks she's dreaming, every night she had gone to sleep to the thought of him finally finding out about her secret habit. He'd be outraged at how long she'd spent watching him. He'd shove her up against a wall just like this and rip whatever clothes were in his way and he'd fuck her, take all his anger out on her with each thrust, force her into submission, laugh at her when she tries to escape. He doesn't even know that he's directly playing into her deepest, darkest fantasies right now.
She nods again.
He finally closes the gap between them, leaning in and biting down on her bottom lip before tilting his head back, dragging his teeth over soft flesh.
"You gonna be a good girl and let me fuck you right here, Jinx?" he whispers hotly.
She doesn't answer, only whining and capturing his lips against hers, opening her mouth against him and dragging him in, letting out a soft moan into him when he pushes back against her.
It's not soft or gentle, they meet each other like fire meets gasoline, all heat and danger, tongues and teeth clashing against each other, spit mixing and dribbling down each of their chins. He pulls her in tightly, forcing his way in, biting her lip, her tongue, sucking and nipping at every part of her available to him. Ekko slows for a second, licking into her mouth, tongue flattened against hers as he trails one hand down her body, groping at her small, plump breast beneath the thin fabric of her top, twisting the peak of her nipple around between his fingers, he feels something hard there and he pulls back for a second.
"They're—"
She nods, pushing her chest out invitingly, silently begging for his touch. He huffs a tiny laugh and blatantly ignores her, moving his hand away from where she aches for him before catching her lips with his again— every second he spends without his tongue on hers pure anguish.
Jinx only spends a split second disappointed by his lack of touch before she suddenly feels his hand tugging her belt through its loops, the metal clinking in his haste. Her hips jut forward with the speed and force he uses to open her belt— following his touch, eager to feel him— before shoving his hand beneath her waistband, fingers quickly finding her hot, slicked core.
"Fuck, you're so fucking wet," he manages to groan between mashing his lips into hers, "Little slut so desperate for dick after being roughed up a little, hm?" He breathes heavily into her, soft groans and heavy pants bathing her skin in his warmth as he traces the tip of his finger over her beating clit, "That what made your little pussy wet, Jinx? Being pinned against a wall and made to take it?"
She shakes her head, her face suddenly burning in embarrassment, spreading across her cheeks and up to the tips of her ears. Just as she pulls back and opens her mouth to protest he raises his eyebrows and drops her wrists from his grasp, clapping the same hand down over her mouth.
"Don't even fucking try," he says, bringing his lips up to the back of his hand, his deep amber eyes boring through her skull, "I know what you are,"
He watches as fear flits across her eyes, her brows furrowing as she brings her hands up to claw at his arm. Ekko doesn't seem the slightest bit affected by her struggle, continuing to run his finger along her pussy teasingly. He feels her breathing quicken against his hand, a tiny, muffled moan making its way past his fingers as he keeps his hand clamped tightly over her mouth. He pulls his hand out of her pants slowly, tracing her own wetness up the soft hair trailing down her lower abdomen.
He holds his hand up in front of her face, spreading his fingers and making her watch as her own slick creates thick, wet strings attaching every digit to each other as he moves them. He turns his hand, letting the light glint off his soaked fingers.
"You see that?" he asks, tilting his head to the side tauntingly, "Wet," He carefully moves from her mouth, listening to the sharp gasp that rips from her when his hand comes away.
He grabs her waist when she tries to dart out to the side of him, pressing his hips against hers to further pin her in place, "You think you're getting away that easily?" He brings his slick fingers to her bottom lip when she stops struggling, "You're gonna get exactly what you came for, pretty girl. Now, suck," His mouth tugs up into a teasing grin as her lip trembles, slowly opening her mouth to allow him entrance.
He pushes his fingers in slowly, painting her own wetness onto her tongue, making her taste the salty, slick fluid coating his long, rough fingers. She closes her lips around him obediently, hollowing her cheeks slightly as she sucks, running her tongue around the digits invading her mouth. It's almost humiliating, being made to taste herself, but even more humiliating is that she likes it. Her whole body feels like it's on fire with the way he treats her so roughly, making her want to bend to his every whim.
"Good girl," he praises, pushing his fingers a bit further, letting her choke a little.
He pulls out just as her eyes start to water and lets his fingertips run down her chin, making a mess of her perfect face. He finds himself wondering for a second if she'd take his dick so nicely just like this, he wonders if she'd choke for him and keep taking it anyway, if she'd let him fuck that pretty face until he came down her throat. He feels his dick twitch a little at the thought, his boxers tightening even more than they already have.
"Jinx—" He lets his head drop down onto her shoulder, slumping forward against her, "I need to fuck you— Please, pretty girl, I need you so bad,"
She has tears in her eyes as she nods slowly, her lashes sparkling and sticking together with every slow blink back at him. She's dazed, confused, scared, but most of all she's never been so turned on in her goddamn life. He's made it very clear how willing he is to overpower her already and yet here he is begging her to let him fuck her stupid.
His thumbs find her waistband in seconds, shoving her shorts and panties to the floor before she can even finishing nodding her assent. Jinx shudders as the cold air immediately hits her soaked, exposed, sensitive cunt. He grabs her thighs and picks them up, laughing quietly at the little squeak she lets out as he holds her up against the wall with her legs spread out for him. She dips her hand down carefully, pressing a slender finger to her waiting clit, her other hand coming to rest on his shoulder, anchoring herself to him. He grinds his clothed cock against her bare pussy, hips flush with hers, too in it to bother pulling it out yet, too desperate for just any kind of stimulation by now. He just needs her. He needs her so fucking bad.
He bites down on the soft skin in the crook of her neck, delighting in the little moan she lets out as he rocks his hips against her slow and hard, the seam of his trousers catching on her swollen clit with each movement. She can really, fully feel exactly how hard he is underneath the smooth, black denim he wears, and her body aches for him to finally bury himself inside and fuck her until she’s numb all over. She places a hand on the back of his neck, drawing him closer, begging him to satisfy himself with his teeth in her neck, letting him leave marks wherever he feels. She'll happily be claimed if it's him.
Ekko takes a second to grab the hem of her shirt and pull it up over her chest, his hand immediately finding her breast, running his thumb over her pierced nipple, drowning in the soft, delicate little moans that pass her lips with every bit of stimulation he gives. As he sucks down on her neck, he moves his hand back down to her thigh, hoisting her up a little further, silently wishing he could apologise for the rough brick scraping up her back but also too far gone to actually give a shit.
It's cold, so fucking cold, Jinx shivers as the wind blows through the dark, narrow alleyway, every inch of her skin tingling and only finding heat right where his body meets hers. The stones behind her scratch at her back and the cool night air lashes against her face, pricking at her skin, sending a chill through her entire body. He digs his fingers into the soft skin of her thighs as he holds her up, getting more and more sloppy with his movements with each and every second that passes, rutting his hips against her with such a fervour she's surprised he doesn't come in his pants.
She trails her fingers down the front of his torso, slowly lifting the hem of his top up and guiding her cold, shaky fingers down the white hair decorating his lower abdomen, slipping them beneath his waistband, quickly finding his hard cock inside. Her eyes widen as her fingers trace over the tip, collecting precum on the pads of them, slipping them up and across his glans slowly. She breathes out heavily, imagining him pushing inside, pushing past any resistance, stretching her taut around him, making her take it as rough and fast as he pleases.
"Need it— Need it—" she whines, sliding her fingers down to the base to get a better idea of just how long it is, wanting to know exactly what she's getting into.
She feels him let a little noise out against her neck, something low and deep that reverberates through her skin and spurs her on to undo the button and fly holding his jeans in place, clumsily reaching back in and pulling his cock out fully. Her jaw goes slack as she takes it in, it's so thick she can barely wrap her hand around it and it's at least seven inches, maybe eight, and veiny.
"Mmh— Fuck— It's— It's so big—"
He's going to fucking destroy her.
"Oh baby…You think this dick is big, hm?" he teases, his voice sweet, dripping mockery, "What, you think this slutty little pussy can't take it?"
Jinx's chest heaves nervously as she glances between his cock and his stupidly smug face.
"Wow, finally nothing to say, huh?" He leans in, brushing his lips against her ear, "C'mon, baby, spread that pussy open for me, show me that pretty hole and take my dick, yeah?"
She nods, shuddering out a quick breath as she forces the tension in her shoulders to relax, reaching her hand down and using two fingers to part her soft folds, her body trembling in anticipation. She's been waiting for this moment for so long by now, her extensive toy collection— many of which that were modelled after what she thought he might look like under his clothes— already paling in comparison to having him actually hold her like this, so eager to slip inside.
"That's a good girl," he breathes, lining the tip up with her dripping hole.
He lets her guide his cock with her fingers, slowly slipping the tip inside, gasping as he feels how tight and wet and warm she is around him. She chokes out a tiny moan, breath hitching as he edges forward. Her cunt clings tightly to his length as he pushes in, pussy stretching around him so fucking deliciously it has his head dizzy, fingers curling and digging into her thighs in an effort of self restraint.
She whimpers— high and pathetic— as he inches forward a little more, "Ekko— Ekko, I— Fuck it's— It's too big, I can't— I can't—" She shakes her head, clawing at his arms, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes.
"You can take it sweetheart," he murmurs into her neck, placing a gentle kiss there, "Just breathe, that's it," He says it selfishly, hoping that his sweet encouragement is enough to make her yield to him and finally let him bury himself inside her.
Ekko so desperately wants to just force himself in, fuck her and fill her until she screams and cries and makes a mess everywhere, but he can be patient when he needs to be. He pushes in another inch, scraping his nails over her thighs at the feeling of her gripping him so tightly she could almost snap his dick in half.
"Ekko—" she complains, her legs shaking a little under his bruising grip.
"Shhh, pretty girl, it's okay, doing so well for me, Pow. Gonna make you feel so good, baby girl, gonna fill you up all the way. But you gotta relax a little, okay? You're such a good girl for me, aren't you, sweetheart?" he rambles, kissing a trail from her neck to her temple, "Will my good girl let me fuck her, hm?"
She nods, a tear slipping down her cheek, "Do it—"
Ekko doesn't need to be told twice, immediately shoving the rest of his cock into her, his tip gently kissing her cervix as he buries himself all the way to the hilt. She yelps softly, wrapping both arms around his neck, holding on tight in an effort to brace herself. Too full, too fast. Jinx twitches as he rolls his hips, not pulling or pushing, just grinding, cock massaging her sensitive inner walls.
"Fuck— Pussy's so tight, baby— So fucking wet too—" he groans into her skin.
She nods, clinging to him as hard as she can. He pulls out slow, torturously slow until only the tip is left inside, silently marvelling at her submissive streak, having expected her to put up more of a fight. He pushes back in hard, making her cry out loudly, digging her nails into the back of his neck. He pulls a litany of moans and breathy curses from her mouth, pulling back and shoving into her at a slow but brutal pace, making her feel every single inch of him fucking into her. His cock drags along her inner walls, stretching her wide around him, making her gasp every time he passes over her g-spot and hits her cervix. It hurts, so deep the pain threads through every nerve and fibre of her lower body, but Jinx is nothing if not a masochist.
He scrapes his teeth across her neck, trailing spit across every part of her exposed skin, biting and nipping as he goes, leaving marks varying from pale pink to deep, dark purples in the wake of his mouth.
"E-Ekko— It's too— I— Too b—"
"Shh, shh, sh, Pow Pow, you're doing so well already, baby," he soothes gently, "Pussy's nice and wet just for me, you feel that, don't you? It'll feel so good in a minute, sweetheart, I promise, baby, you can take it,"
Jinx doesn't get the chance to answer him as he shoves her thighs against the wall, knees either side of her, pinning her legs far apart for him before kissing her again, making sure she can't complain anymore as he fucks his cock back into her. Her mouth hangs open, struggling to kiss him back with every thrust splitting her cunt open so nicely, he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue in, tasting every inch of her mouth, revelling in the feel of her so sweet and wet and helpless on his tongue.
When he pulls away, he leaves a string of spit between them, attaching them together for a second. He curses under his breath, taking in the sight of her teary-eyed with kiss-swollen lips, each breath strained as she weakly scratches at his upper arms over his jacket.
"Ekko— E-Ekko—" she moans, every word cut off with a sharp gasp as he pushes into her again.
"What, sweetheart? You gonna complain again? Feels too good? Is that it, hm?"
She shakes her head, trying to pull at his clothes to get him closer again, wanting his warmth around her, wanting his skin against hers, or his lips, anything for him to not be so agonisingly far away. Her thighs shake under his touch, her skin trembling with the pleasure that pushes its way through her body, heat stirring in her gut with the way he ruts so deep and slow into her, his pace languid and torturous.
"H-hurt me—" she says quietly, pulling his head down to her neck again, "Want you to— You can—"
"You want me to hurt you?" He snickers against her neck, placing an open mouthed kiss to the heated, sensitive skin beneath his mouth, dragging his lips up her neck until his breath is hot and uneven on her ear, "Beg for me then, I wanna hear big, bad Jinx beg like a little whore,"
"Beg for it? You wanna hear me beg, pretty boy?" she drawls, lust dripping like honey from every drawn out syllable.
She scrapes her nails down the back of his neck harshly, making sure she presses deep enough to mark him up later. He chuckles under his breath, pushing forward once again and making her squeak, breaking her big, tough act for a second.
"Fuck me harder—" she pants, "Don't be a fucking pussy, make it rough—"
"So demanding…" he murmurs, mouthing over her neck just below her jaw, "You don't wanna beg me, pretty girl? You don't wanna be a good girl for me?"
She feels something snap inside her, fire coursing through her entire being as her face flushes indignantly, "Not much worth begging for now, is there?" She says it to anger him, make him lose any amount of control he has in hopes that he'll take it all out on her.
He pulls his face away from her neck, his eyes dark, glinting dangerously in the light that spills through the cold alleyway. She feels her heart drop in her chest when she realises that maybe she's asking for a little more than she can handle. She watches his jaw shift stiffly, his nostrils flaring slightly before he slowly pulls his cock out until his tip is barely nudging past her entrance. And then he snaps his hips forward, making her gut twist in pain and pleasure at the same time; she barely has time to catch her breath before he does it again, pulling out and thrusting back into her as hard as he can, faster and faster until all she can feel is the blinding haze of ecstasy clouding her head and his rugged breath on her face as she struggles to keep eye contact with him.
His fingers dig into her thighs so hard it hurts— he's so far gone, maybe too far gone, he doesn't give a shit, all he can focus on is fucking her harder, rougher, faster. He thinks that even if she were to complain again he wouldn't hear her, maybe he wouldn't want to hear her. He'd silence her with a kiss or by any means necessary and fuck her until she submits to him again. They both know that's what she's chasing anyway, wanting to be forced into vulnerability and told to just take what she's being given if she knows what's good for her.
She moans out— loud and high— uncaring of anyone that might be able to hear her from where they are. She doesn't fucking care if anyone hears her at this point, not when he's fucking her so rough she thinks he's bruised her cervix.
"Fuck— Yes, yes— Yes— Fuck, Ekko—"
He hums to himself, pleased, "Yeah, doll? This fucking dick feel good in your little pussy, baby?"
He kisses up the side of her face, nose brushing against her cheek, laboured breaths bathing her skin in heat and desperation. She turns to him, catching his soft, swollen lips with her own and letting their air mingle together as she kisses him— wet, messy, and fucking filthy— tongue as far into his mouth as she can get it, uncaring of the way her teeth clash with his and shared drool drips down her chin.
"Ekko—" she whines when he pulls away.
"That's my name, baby, good girl," he whispers against her bitten-raw lips.
She shifts her hips a little, trying to fuck back onto him clumsily, almost falling out of his grip in her effort.
"Woah, baby, careful—"
"Shut up— Shut up, Ekko, just fuck me—"
He curses to himself, the way she's suddenly so fucking desperate for him doing something to his brain, choking out his mind and making it feels like he's suffocating with the need to have her, to take her, claim her.
"Mine," he groans into the side of her head, the word getting lost in her tangled, blue hair.
"Ekko—" she whines, "Ca— Mfhm, fuck, please—"
He kisses her hair, "C'mon baby, use your words for me like a good girl, tell me what you need,"
She turns to face him, her lip trembling with her blatantly obvious need, "Call m— Call me a slut again—"
She watches as he breathes out shakily at her request, biting into his bottom lip gently before pushing his cock into her hard and stilling right there, pinning her between him and the wall while still lodged deep inside her drooling cunt.
He raises a hand from her thigh, the sudden release making her gasp in shock and have to wrap her leg around his back to stabilise herself. It's hot and tingly where his hand was previously; she glances down quickly to see a bright, red-purple colour— a stark contrast to the white of her pale flesh— in the shape of his handprint from how hard he had been gripping her. She snaps her head back up to him, knitting her brows together in confusion before he softly strokes his hand down her cheek, his thumb running over her bottom lip and then her damp chin, caressing her with a gentleness that quite frankly surprises her. He cups her chin in his hand and forces her head up towards him.
"Open," he says simply.
Her stomach does a flip at his command, taking a second to just stare at his seemingly unaffected expression, his demeanour cold, ruthless, knowing he's going to get exactly what he wants out of this encounter. She complies slowly, whining faintly as he pushes his thumb into her mouth in his impatience, forcing it wider faster. He lets out a little hum like he's deep in thought as he gently pulls her lip down with the pad of his thumb, exposing her teeth, inspecting her mouth. She wants to pull away, wants to cower from his touch with the way he looks as her so critically, almost condescending in his manner.
He then grips her chin roughly between his thumb and forefinger and spits straight into her mouth, catching her off guard— part of it landing on her upper lip and splattering across her cheek. She barely has a split second to shut her mouth and swallow just the way she knows he'd want before he raises his hand and smacks her straight across her face.
"Slut," he breathes, rubbing his thumb over his own stinging palm.
She lets go of a high whimper, heat searing straight into her cunt, fresh tears rolling down her face when she looks back up at him, her mouth gaped open in disbelief. She bucks her hips a little, grinding into him the best she can with one leg locked around the soft curve of his spine.
"Again," she whines, her voice high and needy, "Fuck, again— Rough me up, boy saviour,"
"Mmmh…" He rubs her cheek with his thumb soothingly right where he struck her before grabbing her face in his hand again, squeezing her cheeks in his grip, the muscles in his shoulders flexing a little with the force, "Open your fucking mouth then," he growls.
Jinx whimpers sweetly— she can't help liking the way he makes her feel so small and helpless beneath him, wanting to keep taunting him, begging him, moaning for him, push all his buttons and piss him off until he uses those big, strong muscles to finally put her in her place and take what's his. She opens her mouth obediently, sticking her tongue out a little, barely even having a second for her head to catch up before he spits harshly into her mouth again, grabbing her face and shaking it in his hand a little as she fights to swallow it down. He pushes his thumb past her lips, prying her mouth back open, bringing his face closer to hers, keeping his gaze on her, his eyes dipped low as he slowly parts his lips and lets his saliva slip off his tongue and onto her face, watching with perverted satisfaction as it drips down the side of her nose and into her mouth, a little getting onto his thumb when it finally drops onto her tongue.
Smack.
He slaps her harder than before, taking a dark kind of gratification in the helpless little cry she lets out— sounding like a little animal caught in a trap.
"Fucking little slut," Another two hard slaps land on her cheek as he degrades her, the sound ringing off the walls around them, the sting in his palm adding to the slowly tightening knot in his stomach, impossibly turned on by how she lets him treat her, he's only doing what she asked after all.
She traces her nails over the sting, her lips pulling into a tiny smile as she revels in the pain.
He grabs her thigh again, harder than before, his grip bruising as he quickly draws out of her pussy and slams back in. Jinx throws her head back against the wall, a loud, unrestrained moan slipping off her tongue as she does. His cock rams into her g-spot, slipping over it and hitting her cervix once again. He feels her thighs shake under his hands and forces them wider, rutting into her with reckless abandon.
He leans in and trails kisses up the side of her face, breathing heavily through his nose as his lips catch on her skin. His breath is hot and damp against her cheek, adding that delicious feeling of pure desperation to the way he fucks into her with an urgency that should honestly scare her.
"Can feel you fucking clenching around my cock when I spit on you," He thrusts in harder, digging his nails into her soft, supple thighs, "Dirty fucking slut likes being treated like a little whore, hm?"
Jinx gasps, arching her back and grabbing onto the back of his neck as he hauls her body up a little higher, completely uncaring of the rough brick scraping up her back. She tries to shake her head no, tries to tell him it's not true but the way her cunt flutters around him with every little word he breathes into her ear betrays her.
"Yeah…" he whispers, moving down to lick a long stripe up the expanse of her neck, "Such a perfect little slut for me, letting me fuck you like this, you feel so fucking good, Pow,"
"Ekko…" she whines, scraping her nails up the back of his neck, completely overwhelmed by how fast he's dragging her to ruin.
"What, baby? You don't like it when I call you nasty names, huh? Maybe it'd be better if you did it yourself, wanna tell me what you are, sweetheart?" he murmurs against her neck, slowly licking over her pulse point.
She shakes her head, trying to wrap her legs around him, only serving for him to grip her even tighter, pinning her knees against the wall, his fingers pressing into soft skin and making her whimper at the pain. But she doesn't complain, the only thing on her mind being how fucking good he feels inside, how it's everything and nothing like what she dreamed of all at once.
"Fuck— Jinx— Thought you were gonna be good for me, baby, isn't that what you said, hm?" He nips at her skin to punctuate.
She turns her head away quickly, baring more of her neck for him as he picks up the pace. He feels her cunt pulse a little as he speaks, his vision going black at the edges as he finds himself wondering how she'll feel when she comes.
"Touch yourself for me, pretty girl, let me feel you come around me,"
She gives a tiny nod, letting one hand drop from his neck and down to between her legs, fingers carding through the soft, blue hair trailing down her lower abdomen and leading to her slick, pink clit nestled between her thighs. She runs the tips of her fingers over the sensitive little bud, a tiny cry passing her lips at the sudden stimulation.
"Fucking—" he groans into the crook of her neck, "Yeah, baby, that's it— Make yourself feel good for me, that's it—"
"Shut up, Ekko—" she whines loudly, kicking her feet out a little as she flails under him, everything starting to become a little too much with him talking low and honey-like in her ear in combination with trying to fuck her through the damn wall.
"Shut up?" he asks, raising his eyebrows, "Is that what you just said?"
She feels her stomach do a flip, immediately regretting her choice of words, her fingers stuttering as she swipes them over her swollen clit. She draws him in close with the one hand still on the back of his neck and he takes the opportunity to bite down into her throat, teeth digging into her skin hard enough that he starts to taste metal on his tongue, red washing into his mouth as she squeals above him.
She writhes under his lips, trying to pull away, scratching at his neck in hopes of deterring him. The pain radiates through her, bathing her in masochistic pleasure, and soon, all is forgotten as he slowly starts sucking on the spot where he broke skin, tongue laving over where blood beads at the surface, the taste of her washing into his mouth as he groans into her skin.
He juts his hips forward again, starting to drill into her ruthlessly, the loud schlick, schlick, schlick noises of her soaked pussy being pounded echoing through the empty backstreet. A series of loud moans and whines spill from her mouth, his name on her tongue with each and every motion. His pace is punishing, drawing her closer and closer to release with every snap of his hips against hers. She circles her clit faster, her nails getting caught on the back of his neck as she strings herself along, every tiny action done almost reflexively. She faintly thinks to herself that she hopes he's left with at least a few marks of her doing after this, especially after sucking deep, purple marks everywhere he can see into her skin, biting her so hard her drew blood, and gripping her so tightly it bruises. Everything he does hurts, makes Jinx want to cry and complain and beg him to be gentle, but something in her likes his horribly sadistic streak, likes the way he doesn't care about roughing her up or making a mess of her.
His ragged breath spills over her neck, a welcome contrast to the chill wrapping around her. Everything about him is dangerous and so fucking addictive. Heat stirs uncomfortably in her gut as his cock invades her drenched cunt over and over. She's close. So fucking close to tipping over the edge. She shakes her head, a tiny whimper coming up from her throat when she realises she's about to come, pressure building deep inside her.
Ekko leaves wet kisses up the side of her face, showing no sign of stopping any time soon. That's what makes Jinx nervous, wondering how long he plans on keeping her so helplessly pinned to the wall, using her like a damn toy.
"Ekko— Ekko, fuck— Gon— Mhhm—" she moans, slapping her hand down over her mouth to stifle her desperate little cries.
"No," He grabs her wrist, yanking her hand away from her mouth before quickly moving back to hold her thigh up, "Wanna hear you,"
She moans loudly, her voice almost turning into a ragged scream as her pussy starts to pulse around him, clit sending a tingling sensation throughout her body and making her legs tremble. He moves to swallow her desperate moans in his mouth, kissing her as her fingers shake and struggle to keep touching herself. He keeps going, thrusting into her, fucking through the resistance she gives him. He feels her whine against his lips, overwhelmed and still so, so needy. He licks at her bottom lip, requesting access, smiling against her when she immediately opens up for him. She struggles to kiss him back when her fingers finally still, the feel of his cock massaging her g-spot over and over again starting to flood all her senses and make her want to push him away, tell him that she's had enough, but nothing will satiate her as long as he's finally one with her.
As he rolls his hips again, he suddenly feels hot, slick warmth splash against his skin, her cunt squirting out onto him, soaking the front of his barely pulled down jeans and the bottom of his top. He pulls back from her face and looks down in shock, his lips parted in disbelief as he glances back up at her.
Her brows knit together when she realises what happened and she brings her hand up to her face, covering her mouth in an attempt to hide her embarrassment.
"I— I'm s—" she starts, trying to apologise.
"Shut up," he says, pulling out of her pussy with a slick, sucking noise.
He drops her legs to the floor, his hands trembling in barely contained excitement, grinning to himself briefly as he watches the way her knees shake under her own weight.
"I—" she tries again, reaching forward for his arm.
"Shut up," he repeats, grabbing her hips and turning her around.
He leans forward and winds the base of her braids around his hand, pulling at her hair until her back is flush with his chest, "Coming all over me, making a damn mess of me," He kisses the back of her neck, breathing over her already bitten skin, "It's like you want me to ruin you,"
"Fuck, Ekko—" she whimpers softly, reaching back to cup his face.
"Yeah," he says smugly, "you do, don't you sweetheart?" His voice is low and sweet, lust painting every syllable, "If I knew you were such a dumb little whore I would've taken you sooner, would've grabbed you," He grabs her tit in one hand, pulling her head back further as he pinches her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, "taken you back home with me, thrown you down on my bed, ripped those stupid pants apart…I bet you think about me taking you in your sleep, tying you up and waiting for you to wake up, rope forcing your legs apart," He sucks on her neck for a second, delighting in the way her breath catches at all the downright filthy things he whispers to her, "Bet you think about me fucking you like that, hand over your mouth so you can't complain, making you take it nice and deep like the little whore you are, hm?"
He doesn't stop when she moans involuntarily, the tiny noise making him want to see how else he affects her, exactly where her limits are, just how dark her fantasies truly get. He bends her over roughly, hand still tangled up in her hair, and he spreads her ass apart with the other, exposing her dripping, wet cunt to his prying, hungry eyes.
"That turn you on, blue? Do you get wet when you think about me using you like my own personal fucktoy? Hm? Answer me, baby,"
She whimpers softly, keeping her head ducked down.
"You do," he coos, thumbing over the fat at the curve of her hip before lowering his voice, "Me too…"
She grabs at the wall, hands coming up to steady herself as he holds her down firmly, making sure she's bent exactly how he wants her. He slowly palms over her ass, soft skin under his hand making him groan as he dips his fingers down to her pussy, gently slipping them inside. He curls them just right as he enters, drawing them out and pushing right back in, starting to fuck her in earnest. Her cunt is still impossibly sensitive from coming already, her walls swelling around him and making her spurt clear liquid over his hand all over again. She keens, all high-pitched and pathetic, squirming a little in his grip.
He scoffs to himself, itching to mock her for being so desperate just for his fingers, but he bites his tongue, pulling them out, gripping her hips, pulling her back onto his cock, "You come all over me again I won't stop for anything, you hear me, blue?" he says, leaning forward to whisper in her ear.
"Ekko— I can't—" She shakes her head, scraping her nails down the wall in pure desperation.
"Pretty girl, all you gotta do is hold it, you can do that, can't you? It's so easy," he says sweetly, grinding against her ass from behind.
He knows it's not possible for her to really hold it but more than anything he wants to see her fully let go, wants an excuse to keep fucking her afterwards, ruin her pretty hole for anyone but him. Jinx gasps and slams her hand against the wall when he thrusts in again, cock moving along her walls and hitting that sweet, sensitive part of her even better at this angle.
"That's it, taking this dick so fucking good," he praises, his fingers tugging at her hair tighter as he fucks into her.
He bends over her, pulling her hair out of the way to start kissing the back of her neck— where her skin is most sensitive— earning a few low groans and whines from the blue-haired girl in front of him. He trails his hand down her chest, down her abdomen until he finally reaches her oversensitive clit, passing his fingers over it and laughing against her skin as she twitches and pulses around him, her cunt tightening with every stroke and making it more and more difficult for him to fuck his cock into her.
"Fuck…this pussy…" he grunts in her ear, digging his fingers into the fat of her hips, passing his tongue over the back of her neck, "You're so sensitive, y'know…How far do you think I can push you, hm? How many times can I tip you over the edge?"
Jinx shakes her head, whining as he tugs at her hair, pulling her head back so he can whisper directly into her ear, "Not gonna answer me, sweet girl? Am I gonna have to decide for you, hm?"
"No— N-no— I—"
He chuckles darkly, "What? Can't speak properly? And to think it would be this easy to take down Silco's infamous guard dog,"
He grips her hair tighter in his hand, strands looping between his fingers as he straightens himself and starts slamming into her harder, making her legs shake. She tries to stand up a little more, trying to flee the assault on her wet cunt but he only pushes her down harder, bending her exactly the way he needs so he can ruin her.
"These braids— Practically begging to be pulled on like this…Is that what they're there for, baby? So you can be handled like a little doll?"
She shakes her head again, her cheeks flushing bright red, tears welling up in her eyes and rolling down her cheeks as she heaves in staggered breath after staggered breath.
"I'm gonna need you to use your words, blue, you can be a good girl for me, can't you?" he asks with a taunting lilt to his voice.
Just as she opens her mouth to speak, her pulls back the hood of her clit and presses his fingers into it, drawing tight little circles against the sensitive little bud beneath his touch. She cries out loudly, falling forward as much as his tight grip on her hair will let her. She finds her head pulled back even more, her neck straining as he holds her up like a little ragdoll.
"No? Not gonna say anything?" He pulls his fingers away from her aching pussy and brings his hand up into the air, letting it drop down harshly against her ass.
She squeaks quietly, squirming to get away from him, making him slap her again, harder this time. She sobs softly, none of her efforts serving to get what she wants while still somehow helplessly turned on by how easily he overpowers her.
"You're gonna listen to me, you hear me?"
She reaches up to scratch at the fist tangled into her hair, clawing deep red lines into his skin. He growls under his breath, yanking her braids, pulling her body flush to his with her neck bared for him.
"Am I gonna have to hurt you, baby? Am I gonna have to put you in your damn place?" He pauses, nosing into the side of her cheek, "Fuck, you're crying, huh?"
She doesn't answer, only sniffling softly and trying to wriggle out from his grip. He hums under his breath, stilling himself before loosening his grip on her hair, letting go of her plaits. She immediately scrambles, pushing away from him, anything to get away from the overwhelming sensation of him pulling her towards another orgasm that'll have her melting into a puddle in his arms. Just as she pulls away he catches the end of one braid in his hand, looping it around his fist and pulling her right back against him.
"You thought I was gonna let you go?" he teases into her ear, grabbing her ass again, "Think I'm gonna need to do something about that, don't you?"
He grabs his cock in one hand and slowly teases it over her hole, coating himself in new, slightly purplish slick before slowly pushing in. He kisses the side of her face, damp lips catching the tears that fall down her cheek.
"Could never get enough of this fucking pussy, baby," he murmurs, pulling her down onto him.
"Ekko—" she whimpers.
"Shhh…" he soothes, kissing the side of her neck gently, slowly tracing his tongue over the smooth skin beneath his lips.
He thinks to himself that he might actually be addicted to her, every second not spent pounding into her makes his head spin. He wants to claim her, keep her all to himself, have her just like this whenever he pleases. He wonders if she'd let him take her home with him, make her strip and spread her legs out in his bed, her whole body on display and at his disposal. He wonders how she'd moan and whine and squeal when he'd get rough with her, how her legs would shake and she'd complain that it was too much. He thinks about how pretty she'd look with her face decorated in fear and lust as he keeps going, her features contorting in pleasure and pain all at once. He thinks about how wet she'd get when he'd shove her knees up to her chest and tell her to shut the fuck up. Maybe she'd squirt all over him again, or cream on his cock, maybe she'd come over and over and over until she sobs and cries all pathetic like.
But she's right here, right now, he doesn't have to imagine, not when he traces his fingers down her abdomen and finds her slick clit all over again, feeling it beat under the pads of his fingers as he circles around it. Jinx lets out a long, broken moan, her back arching, letting him penetrate even deeper, his cock massaging her cervix in a way he knows will make her ache, but she takes it anyway. It doesn't take much to tame her despite how wild and dangerous she might be.
"That feel good, bunny? You gonna come all over this cock again?"
She nods slowly, reaching back to grab at his hips, trying desperately to brace herself as he ruts into her hard and fast, the sound of their skin slapping together echoing off the grimy, crumbling walls around them. He laughs to himself as he feels her pulse around him, slowly reaching the tipping point.
"You were trying to get away from me but you wanted this didn't you? About to come on my fucking cock again and still denying that you need it. So fucking pathetic,"
"Fuck you— F-fuck you, Ekko—"
He growls under his breath, letting go of her hair before reaching his hand around to grab her throat, pressing his fingers into the sides, "Try that again, sweetheart," he threatens.
He watches with sadistic satisfaction as she gasps and her face starts to turn a light shade of pink, twinning with her glowing eyes. He lets go just as tears start to roll down her cheeks again, leaving light pink streaks against the white of her face.
"You take this dick like a good fucking girl and I'll be nice to you," he says kissing down her neck as he starts to pick up the pace again.
He grabs her hip with one hand, still rubbing tight circles into her sensitive clit, watching with his eyes low and predatory as she buckles and bends over, only held up by his grip on her. She places her palms flat on the wall in front of her in an effort to hold herself up, everything too much all at once. She gasps and shudders like a fish out of water as he grinds into her, his cock repeatedly hitting that soft, gooey little ball of nerves inside her and making her see stars.
"Mmm— Ekko! Ekko— Fuck, Ekko—" she moans, scraping her nails across the stones.
"That's it, pretty girl— Fucking— Yeah, fuck, that's it— Take my fucking cock, take it—"
She heaves in a breathless sob, feeling that familiar pressure building up in her cunt, just knowing that she's going to make a mess of him all over again. He'll like it. He'll like it way too much and he won't stop.
"Ekko— I c— I'm gonn—"
"You're gonna what? You gonna squirt all over me again, dumb little whore?"
"Ekko-o—" she whines loudly, shaking her head.
She reaches one hand back, splaying it out against his toned stomach, her fingers shaking as she attempts to slow him down. He snickers to himself, continuing rubbing his fingers in a circle over her clit in a tandem with each thrust, beginning to get rougher and rougher as he goes. He squeezes her hip in his hand, pulling her onto him again and again, grinning to himself at the way she jolts forward so helplessly with every thrust, little punched-out moans escaping her lips with every desperate roll of his hips.
"Ekko— Please—" she cries out weakly.
Ekko doesn't hear her over the blood rushing past his ears, each movement making him more and more desperate to feel her come again. He loves more than anything the feel of her finishing on his cock, the feel of her walls closing down around him, the way her cunt swells and pulses as she spurts out onto him.
He swipes his fingers over her clit one more time before feeling that telltale flutter of her pussy around him. Jinx comes with a scream, her voice breaking and cracking as she tries over and over to beg him through the tidal wave of pleasure overtaking her. She grabs at his top clumsily as he fucks her through it, looking back at him with wide, teary eyes, her bottom lip trembling between her teeth, blood seeping into the pearly white of her little fangs.
She breathes out shakily, a tiny 'ah' noise slipping off her tongue as he pushes forward again before she dips her head down against the wall, letting go of his shirt and bracing herself instead. Her knees begin to buckle under her weight as she rides out her high, her insides still impossibly sensitive as he strokes into her.
He strokes her ass gently, rough hand against soft, peachy skin, before he raises it into the air and brings it back down with a hard crack.
She groans softly, scraping her forehead against the wall as she jolts forward, a tiny, heaving sob breaking through the night as she furls her hands into fists, digging her long, sharp nails into her palms, leaving red welts wherever she touches.
"C'mon, baby," he coaxes, "Do it again— For me,"
He presses against her clit harder, feeling her twitch under his skilful touch. He slams into her roughly, drawing out painfully slowly, so deep in the feel of her tight, wet cunt clinging to him and sucking him back in. She's so close to release he can feel it every time he plunges back into her, making her whimper loudly, her pussy starting to get sore with him stretching her out around him.
He trails his hand up to her hip, slotting his thumb against the dimple just above her ass, using his other hand to toy with her clit. And then he feels it. The start of a trickle of hot liquid under his fingers.
"Fuck— That's it, there's my good fucking girl—" he groans, pulling her back against him harshly, feeling her cunt clamp down around him, fluttering with each motion of his body against hers, clear liquid pushing out of her and painting him in her release.
Ekko has to hold onto every single ounce of self restraint still left in him to not come on the fucking spot at the sight; if it were possible to get any harder than he already is, he would've done it. His head swims at the thought of making her feel so good she'd lose all control and squirt out onto him, he slows his pace a little, pressing his pelvis against her ass, holding her hips firmly in both hands. She struggles beneath him, tiny, laboured pants coming up past her pretty, bloody lips, her arms and hands scraped up pink from the way she had been clawing at the wall as she tried to combat the way he'd fuck her so roughly. She tries to straighten herself, tries to position herself in a way that she's not so helpless and submissive for him, but her knees betray her and shake under her weight.
Her ears are ringing, tears streaking down her face in the aftermath, her mind desperately trying to balance with the overwhelming heat that had ripped through her body in quick succession and made her vision black out.
"What are you trying to do, beautiful? You tryin' to go somewhere, hm?" He strokes his hand up her back, feeling the way she shivers under him, admiring just how tiny she looks with how big his hand is splayed out against her spine.
He pulls out slowly before pulling her up and pushing her back up against the wall, watching as she shakes her head with tears in her eyes as he turns her back around.
"Look at you…" he murmurs, stroking her cheek with his thumb.
She leans into his touch, nuzzling her damp face against his palm. He smiles gently, quickly wiping away a stray tear as she looks back up at him.
"Ekko— I c— I can't stand much longer—" she whispers against his lips.
"Mmh…I can fix that…" he hums, leaning in to kiss her, moving his lips slow and gentle against hers, tasting the blood on his tongue that seeps from her mouth into his.
He picks one leg up, slinging it over his forearm, smoothing one hand down her thigh, savouring the feel of her body under the tips of his fingers. She whines quietly, the freezing cold air washing over her dripping, wet cunt as he parts her thighs for him.
"I don't— I don't know if I can anymore—" she complains softly, glancing back up to the pure concentration on his face, his brows furrowed together as he slowly slips his hand down her lower abdomen, carefully tracing over soft, blue hair.
He brushes his lips over her jaw and down to her neck, running his cock over her pussy, head bumping into her clit.
He opens his mouth into her, a soft hum vibrating under her skin as he starts to speak, "You remember what I said, baby, no backing out now," he purrs against her neck, "I wanna come in you, pretty girl, make this pussy all mine, you got that?"
She loops her arms around the back of his neck, holding on tight and giving a tiny nod. She can keep going, even if she's sore and shaky and overwhelmed. Something about the way he speaks— soft and sweet and firm— makes her want nothing more than to be good for him, be the good little toy he wants, let him use her until her brain fogs over and she can't think for herself anymore. He thumbs over smooth skin— a quick comfort to her— before grabbing her waist and pulling her back onto his cock.
He pins her against the wall as he pushes in, his mouth on her neck, tongue flattened against her skin while he's buried deep inside her. He can't get enough of the taste of her, how sweet and soft she is and how she smells like spun sugar and gunpowder all at once. Every inch of her invades his senses, fogs over every rational part of his brain like a parasite overtaking its host. He slides one hand down her body slowly, parting her slick folds and quickly finding the little bud of her clit beneath the already soaked pads of his fingers.
She stutters out a gasp when the tips of his fingers brush over the hypersensitive little bundle of nerves, a groan reverberating through her throat when she already feels a trickle of her release coming out to coat his digits.
He kisses her neck hurriedly, lips bruising against her throat, leaving his mark everywhere he can. Her hair tickles the side of his face as he consumes her whole, the heady scent of her filling the empty spaces of his brain. All he can think is her. Her small, soft breasts, the curve of her hips, her tight, slicked-up pussy, her lips— thin and perfectly shaped, how pretty they are bruised and bitten just like this— her bright pink eyes— the colour dizzying if you stare for too long— the soft slope of her nose— the way it wrinkles and twitches when she's deep in thought or lost in bliss— even the smattering of freckles across her cheeks. Maybe now isn't the best time to actually fall in love with her but Ekko just can't help himself. Warmth crawls under his skin as he stares up at her through hazy, lust-drunk eyes, greedily drinking in the sight of her lips parted in ecstasy, the way her lashes flutter gently as she tries her best to just let the pleasure wash over herself, trying to ignore how much it all really is.
"So responsive, baby," Ekko laughs under his breath, kissing up her neck and across her jaw, "You sound so fucking cute, you know,"
Jinx exhales shakily, each breath unsteady as he ruts into her. The heat pooling in her cunt comes faster this time, makes her body go slack against him, every limb shaking as he continues toying with her clit.
"Ekko— I'm gon— Gonna come again—" she whines against the side of his head.
"Fuck—" he whispers, biting down into her, immediately soothing the sting with his tongue, "Come for me, baby, such a good girl,"
He lifts her leg up higher, hoisting it over his forearm in a way that splits her thighs apart even further. She moans quietly in protest, her muscles burning as he splits her open, but she doesn't complain, too busy screwing her eyes shut in an attempt to hide from the aching feel of her raw pussy being pounded into over and over. She kisses his temple, bringing her hand up to pull at his hair as he continues marking her up. She vaguely wonders how he still has room to keep sucking and biting at her neck but it feels good, makes her want his lips on her forever, but even that still might not be enough.
As he works his fingers over her clit, he slowly moves them down to press against the little bud directly, one finger passing over it and stroking where she's most sensitive over and over until she squeals and grabs at him, pulling him as close as she can, moaning in his ear that it's too much as her pussy splashes slick, clear release onto him.
She pants loudly in his ear, slowly looking back down to greet the sight of his fingers between her folds, hand dripping in her own fluids, cock plunging in and out of her like he'll never be satiated unless he's inside her. The view has her ears burning, cheeks flushing pink as he keeps going. He's so intently focused on making her feel good even if he has to force it. She's so close to tipping over all over again. She cries out pathetically as he drills her, nails frantically scraping up the nape of his neck. A shudder works its way through her entire body as she comes again, tears dripping down her flushed cheeks, her skin almost feverish with heat by now. He swallows her desperate moan against his lips, meeting her with an open mouthed kiss, tongue quickly finding hers and licking over it, suffocating in the taste of her.
"Ekko, I can't— I can't come anymore—" she pleads, reaching down to grab at his wrist.
"Yes you can— You will," He presses a quick kiss to her wet, swollen lips, catching her hand in his and batting it off to the side, "Jus' wanna make you feel good, pretty girl,"
She frowns, glancing back up at him, gripping his upper arm in her hand, nails digging into the thick, painted fabric beneath her fingers. She feels her heart do a flip when she looks into his eyes, they're dipped low, eyeing her like a predator about to strike, but what catches her attention the most is that they're glowing pink around his pupils, bloodshot through the whites, and only then does she realise she's fucked. He's truly drunk on her, bathed in newfound addiction, chemically obsessed.
"Fuck, Jinx, you're so fucking pretty, baby—" he breathes into her cheek, lips grazing over her skin with a soft groan, "I want you so fucking bad, you have no idea what you do to me," He feels like his head is swimming with every little gasp and whimper she lets out.
She winces as he draws out, the slow drag of his cock along her inner walls making her shudder before he plunges back in. He takes her slow and deep, taking in each whine and squeak she lets out as he rubs his fingers over her clit. She gasps loudly, her thighs quivering as he fucks her like he won't live to see tomorrow, savouring every thrust, the way she sucks him in so invitingly, her body begging for his with every movement.
She lets out a broken gasp, a soft 'ah', as pure heat crashes into her, her release looming over her even more intensely than before. She shakes her head, tears streaming down her face when she realises she's about to crash all over again. He's turning her into a brainless mess on his cock with every pass of his fingers and lick of his tongue over her neck.
"Pretty clit so sensitive for me, baby," he mumbles, groaning as she clenches around him once more.
She nods, a tiny mewl coming to pass her lips. Everything about her is so sweet and soft and downright dangerous. He wants her— needs her— every single little part of her. She'll never find someone who so instinctively knows her body like he does, someone who can mould her to the shape of him like he does. He wants her desperate, ruined, vulnerable, and broken— all for him. Ekko's okay with being a little selfish as long as it's her, as long as she's crying and moaning and pleading with him that she can't take anymore all the while coming around him and taking him so obediently, so eagerly. Before she can even register her own thoughts, she's coming again, crashing down like a tidal wave around him, soaking him even further, gripping his cock like she'll die without him inside.
"That's it, sweetheart, that's my girl," he praises, sweetly talking her through it.
"E-Ekko, please—" she begs.
He scoffs a tiny laugh when he feels her thighs clamp together around him, her muscles flexing automatically in response to the overwhelming stimuli. He turns her slightly, pushing her against the wall with her legs split wide as he runs his finger up and down her heated body, trailing her own slickness over her shivering skin. When he snakes his hand back down to toy with her clit, she attempts to clamp her thighs shut again, lifting herself ever so slightly off the ground in her effort with her one leg slung carefully over his forearm.
He growls— the sound tearing from his throat like a threat— and pushes her leg up higher, shoving himself deeper, wanting to feel every last inch of her drooling cunt until she's broken down and ruined for him, "Keep those legs open for me," he says, voice crackling in heated, animalistic desire.
She shakes her head, her whole body trembling and shaking in his grasp.
"No?" he asks, cocking his head to the side, "You're really trying to tell me no when you just keep coming on my damn cock like an insatiable little slut?"
She shakes her head again, her hair falling over her face and into her eyes in her haste to deny what they both know is true.
"Mmh…" He picks his hand up before delivering a sharp slap to her clit, the wet sound of the little smack ringing in her ears as she buckles and falls forward against him, "You get off on pain, don't you, Jinx?" he taunts, "Bet you could come just having this pretty pussy slapped, hm?"
She squirms in his hands, the feeling overstimulating her and sending painful but pleasurable tingles through her body.
"Mmh, you like that don't you, sweet girl?" he purrs, kissing the side of her face before giving another quick slap to her cunt, smiling against her at the tiny little mewl she lets out, "C'mon, you can tell me,"
She shakes her head, tears in her eyes, "N-no—"
Slap.
She moans, throwing her head back slightly, her mouth parting as she draws in a gasp.
"You're a little pervert, aren't you? I know what you've been thinking about me, I know you watch me through my windows. You were secretly hoping for this, weren't you, baby?" he whispers, lips sweeping over her ear.
He watches the colour drain from her face, watching as she tries to figure out exactly how much he knows. He lifts his hand again, holding it above her pussy teasingly, pressing his lips against her jaw with a smile as she whines pathetically.
Just as he raises it the tiniest bit more, about to strike, she shuts her eyes tight and speaks with her teeth gritted, "Yes— Yes, Ekko—"
"There it is…" he says with a cocky smirk etched into his face.
He shifts a little, winding his arm around her tighter, fingers digging into her waist as he anchors himself to her. She clings to his shoulders tightly, just trying to stay upright, brows furrowed in concentration as she carefully eyes his free hand, wondering if he'll slap her again. She feels so helpless, pinned against the wall with her legs spread wide, his cock shoved deep inside while she's forced to rely on him to hold her up.
He brings his hand down three times in quick succession, laughing low under his breath as she grips him tighter with each smack. As he delivers the third, he feels her tremble slightly, tiny droplets of ejaculate spurting out onto his hand.
"Yeah," he says, leaning in to lick up a tear dripping down her cheek, "my favourite little painslut,"
"Ekko—" she whimpers, trying to squirm in his grip, pushing herself further onto his thick cock.
Everything in her burns, aches for more, heat pooling in her lower abdomen still. She thinks she'll never get enough of him even if he decided to keep her here all night.
"What is it, sweet girl?"
She cups the side of his face, moaning quietly as he gives a gentle roll of his hips against hers, "Fuck me— Please fuck me— Please, Ekko—"
She glances up to catch his eyes, hooded, the pink of them becoming brighter as time passes, looking almost completely gone by now, "Fuck— Begging so pretty for me, how could I not?"
She draws him in tightly, resting her head on his shoulder as he slowly begins to fuck into her again, listening to the quiet, slick sounds of her pussy with each push and pull.
"Harder— Come in me—"
Ekko's eyes widen at that, pink glow trailing behind as he pulls back to look at her. Her lips are parted gently, soft pants escaping with each breath, her eyes halfway open, emitting a gentle luminance as her lashes flutter shut. She's so peaceful, lulled into vulnerability; seeing her so broken down and willing has Ekko heaving in a sharp breath, his brain fuzzed over in a way he's not familiar with as he tries to fight the fog for his self control. He'd give anything to just fuck her with reckless abandon, come in her over and over while her nails leave shaky scratches up and down his neck. And then she lets out a tiny whimper, rocking her pelvis to be flush with his, clit grinding against him even though she's so overstimulated it hurts. Something in him breaks, every ounce of resolve flushed down the drain at that tiny, needy little noise she makes, her body absently begging him for more.
He starts fucking her harder, each thrust knocking the air out of her as she tries to gasp and scream in his ear. All she can let out are breathless little moans, all half mixed together with the speed he's fucking into her, every sound she tries to make tangling together incoherently. Ekko doesn't care, she's so pliant and helpless under his touch, all he wants is to claim her, make sure she'll never go to anyone else for dick ever again, make sure she'll think of him every second of every day after this.
He snakes his hand down her lower abdomen once again, fingers finding her swollen clit and rubbing quick, tight circles into it. She buckles at the stimulation, body slumping forward helplessly into him, shaky fingers clawing at the fabric of his jacket desperately.
"Too— Too mu-uch—" she moans softly into his shoulder.
"You can take it—" he grunts, her complaint not serving to halt him in the slightest, "You were made for this, Jinx, this pussy was made for this,"
She nods dumbly in response, something in his voice making it impossible for her to not want to just go along with every little thing he says, like he's cast a spell on her, filling up every corner of her brain with only him. Every inch of her skin shivers in anticipation of her soon cresting orgasm, a sheen of sweat coating her trembling body, her skin hot to the touch. With one more swipe of his fingers, her body tremours, white-hot fire coursing through every nerve and fibre, leaking through her veins and making her cry out, cunt clenching around him, gripping him impossibly tight, making him groan loudly, pulling him closer and closer to the tipping point.
"Pussy was made just for me—" he growls dipping his head down to lick at her neck, lapping at the soft skin beneath his lips.
"F-for you—" she says, voice whiny and low, "All f-for you—" she repeats.
"Mine— You're mine,"
"Yours—" she cries out.
"All fucking mine,"
She nods in agreement, dumbly rutting back against his cock— always so fucking needy.
When he lifts his head back up, he catches another glimpse at her face, tears streaked down her cheeks, eyes lazily rolled into the back of her head, a tiny trail of drool dripping down her chin while her lips are opened around a silent, never-ending moan.
Fuck.
She's quiet now, barely holding onto him and her sense of reality at the same time, her head floaty and far away, barely registering the swirling heat in her lower body anymore. The sight of her so gone clouds his head over with a feeling he can't fully describe— something like satisfaction, possession, pure, unadulterated lust. He pulls back with a wet slicking noise, passing his finger over her puffy clit and making her clench around him yet again. His hips begin to stutter as he chases the feeling, desperately groaning into her as he gets closer and closer to falling. He slams back into her roughly, earning a sharp gasp from her as his grip falters and he begins to spill hot, pearly release deep inside her, slowly rolling his hips with each rope of cum that paints her walls white. She whimpers softly as he fills her, feeling his cum start to ooze out around him, making her inner thighs slick and sticky with release.
He pants against her temple heavily, ears ringing as he rides out the high, chest heaving in exertion.
"Jinx—" he gasps into her hair.
When her lashes flutter and she finally looks up at him, he's wrecked, pupils blown huge, lips parted and swollen, cheeks flushed and sweaty with his constant effort to hold back from coming inside her prematurely.
She moans involuntarily as he pulls out and carefully drops her leg to the floor, his lips pulling into a satisfied little smirk as her knees wobble under her weight. He turns her to face the wall and kisses up her neck slowly, chuckling to himself at the way she shivers under his lips. He pulls his trousers closed quickly before grabbing her hips and yanking her towards him, ass flush with his pelvis before running his hand down her back and pushing between her shoulders roughly.
"Bend over," he demands.
She complies unsteadily, reaching her palms forward to press against the brick as she bends in front of him.
"My good girl…" he coos, giving a quick smack to her ass as he briefly grinds into her from behind.
She whimpers into the cold night air as he slowly sinks to his knees behind her, hands smoothing over her trembling thighs and coming to grip them to support her. She feels his breath hot on the backs of her legs, nose brushing over soft, damp skin as he leans forward into her ass.
"Fucking— Look at you, Pow—" he exclaims, moving to spread her ass apart, admiring her stretched, leaking hole in front of him, "So pretty all full of my cum, baby,"
Jinx scratches at the wall, fingers curling over the rough stones as his breath washes over her dripping cunt. He squeezes her thighs gently, his grip firm, holding her up as her knees threaten to give out beneath her. He draws little circles with his thumbs into her sticky skin, his touch so painfully reverent of her even in this impossibly heated moment.
He slowly licks up her inner thigh, lapping up the salty fluids coating her skin, their release mixed together— wetness glimmering on its pale canvas. Jinx jolts as his tongue meets skin, the warmth of him against her and then the immediate lashing cold when he pulls away making her shudder. He bites and sucks at the sensitive skin between her legs, tasting the way they mix together on her thighs.
He tentatively licks a stripe from clit to hole, groaning into her as he tastes her on his tongue.
"'M gonna eat this pussy now, baby, so you better stay still for me," he says, pulling her closer, eliciting a quiet squeak from her.
He uses his thumbs to carefully spread her apart for him, his hold on her firm the entire time, holding her against him as he mouths at her cunt. His cum continues to drool out of her, covering his tongue in his own release as he delves it inside her.
He sucks on her swollen, sensitive clit, listening as she lets out a tiny moan when her pussy immediately quivers and squirts out onto him at the stimulation. He curses, mouth still on her as he laps up the clear fluid, happily swallowing it down as he licks up the length of her used cunt.
"Ekko, it's— It's so much—" she cries weakly, her body shying away from each overwhelming pass of his tongue.
He growls into her feverishly and yanks her closer, doubling down and eating her like a man starved. She's the sweetest thing he's ever tasted, salt and saccharine, metallic in a way he didn't expect; she tastes like shimmer and something heady that could only be distinctly her. He's so addicted, he thinks nothing could pull him away from her in this moment. He'd die without her on his tongue, greedily lapping up her pretty cunt.
She almost collapses as she comes, crashing down around him with a broken cry, her cunt spasming and weakly releasing everything it has left to give as he pumps his tongue in and out of her wet hole. Jinx shudders as he pulls her through the high, mewling and whining as she tries to clamp her thighs together around his head. She has to reach behind and bat at his forehead to get him to finally pull away from her.
When he rises to greet her again, he looks completely undone, a man unravelled and pushed to the brink of his own self control, eyes emitting a soft, pink glow, stronger than before, looking just like her own. He thumbs over the divots in her hips, humming satisfactorily as he leans forward to place a gentle but firm kiss to her lips.
"Pretty pussy tastes so good, blue, you wanna try?"
She nods, biting her lip— the very same that are less than an inch from his own, her breath sweet and hot against his. He wastes no time in pulling her in, pressing his body to hers and pushing her against the wall, hands wandering down her waist, across her back, to her hips, anywhere he can reach, mapping out every inch of her body like he needs it embedded in the back of his skull forever. He's wet and warm against her, in perfect contrast to the summer night's chill lashing against her sweat-slicked body.
"You're so perfect," he murmurs, his lips just barely touching hers as he speaks, "More perfect than I could ever have imagined," he says softly, his eyes low, dipped and focused on her bruised lips, the way they call to him, beckoning him back so eagerly.
"You thought about me?" she whispers, lashes sticking together with tears as she opens them just so, greedily taking in the sight of him flushed and dazed, clearly pussy-drunk and a little high on her.
"All the time…" he confirms gently, kissing the corner of her mouth, soft lips just passing hers and pressing into her cheek, gliding them across her skin with each word spoken, "You're mine…"
She nods, turning his head back to hers and kissing him again, moving slow and careful, deepening it with a moan and an unintentional roll of her hips. He laps at her mouth, hollowing his cheeks and sucking on her tongue, wanting every last drop of her he can get. He drinks her wholly and without complaint, quite the opposite of complaint. He wants her closer, craves her warmth around him once again. But she shakes softly in his hold, body cooling, shivering with sensitivity, and he knows it's not the time anymore.
He helps her pull her discarded clothes back onto her damp, sticky body, trembling fingers resting on stern shoulders as he pulls her shorts back up to her hips. He pulls his board from his back and shrugs his jacket off quickly, wrapping it around her shoulders, pulling it closed and buttoning it back up.
"Need a ride home, pretty girl?" He leans in, lips next to her ear, and then whispers, "I know where you live,"
you love a good mating press, adore being up into one while you're being fucked. the angle allows him to hit it deep, hit it to the point you feel him at the back of your throat.
but you ask him not to do it often because;
"i cum too fast when you do." you admit shyly, and clark nearly explodes from how hot that sounds. how hot and adorable you sound. so he promises not to put you in a mating press unless you ask for it.
but.
you can be a brat sometimes, something no one would expect from you. and when you start acting up, purposefully disobeying him and causing his blood to boil?
well.
"c-clark, w-ait!" you squeak, eyes wide as he manhandles you into the meanest mating press he's ever done. your thighs are squishing your tits, knees by your ears, and feet touching the sheets behind your head.
he's literally folded you in half.
your cunt gushes a little.
"no, darlin'," clark grunts, hands beside your head and gripping the sheets. "since you decided to be a brat, then you gotta be punished, yeah?"
you sniffle, already losing your ability to think as his cock presses in so deep it's at your cervix. your mouth hangs open, lips shaping around words that never come out. all because you're already dumb with it, eyes crossed as you start to drool.
"yeah," clark hums, drawing back his hips before slamming into you with a low groan. your cunt spasms around his cock beautifully, slick gushing out as your back arches sharply. "that's got you all quiet now, huh?"
i imagine he can be a touch of both. on those languid, drowsy sunday mornings, he’s deliberately tender and attentive; taking his time with you, offering quiet words of affirmation, fucking you deep, whilst draping himself over you like a blanket—hairy and heavy and warm.
on patrol, when time is scarce, he fucks you against the nearest convenient surface—driving his cock inside you with untempered hunger, callused fingers biting bruises into your hips, teeth worrying at your neck, until he finishes inside of you with one last, harsh thrust and briskly helps you back into your pants.
If you're staring at Jinx while she's riding her strap, she just offers a lazy grin and murmurs, “oh, don't stare now, I'm gettin’ shy,” but she's not blushing, her eyes are half-lidded and she just giggles before her hand wraps around your throat, “I like your strap. I'll keep you.”
YOU can write whatever you want whenever however forevrr. i have to write something perfect and earth shattering and i have to do it perfectly the first time or else
