marcy ˚✧₊⁎

i <3 ekko

[luvnarra]

•Early Mornings

Summary; Ever since Heimerdinger came to the firelight hideout, you two had no time for eachother.

Tw; smut, mdni +18, p in v, sub!ekko x top!reader.

"Fuck—"

You whined softly, nails digging slightly into Ekko's skin as you rocked your hips slowly. Ekko sighed, the grip on your waist tightening, fighting the urge to trust up into you.

"Shh, 's too early, baby. People gon' hear you" He mumbled, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. His eyes stayed locked on your face, watching as your teeth sank into your bottom lip to muffle the sounds threatening to slip out.

The scent of sweat and sex lingered in the small room, thick in the air. Soft pants and restrained whines echoing softly against the wooden walls as your hands pushed on his bare chest, stabilizing yourself as your hips rolled on top of his own.

With Heimerdinger always being around—and you mean always—it was hard for you and Ekko to have any time to yourselves. There was always something: working on a new project, fixing an old one, discussing new ideas, or developing previous ones. Heimerdinger would often come into your room uninvited, knocking just once before walking in, arms full of papers pressed to his chest.

So the risk of you two doing... anything was high, and your time was limited. You couldn't even remember the last time you had Ekko to yourself. These past few weeks had been nothing but small kisses, unfinished make-outs, and touches that always begged for more. Every time you tried to even start something, there was always a knock at the door, someone yelling Ekko's name, or people bursting in before anything could happen. And at night, Ekko would either be busy with plans or come back far too exhausted to even form a proper sentence.

Of course, you respected that.

You let him rest, let him get the sleep he deserved. But at the same time, you couldn't help the feeling that kept building inside you... that need. It didn't even have to be the whole thing—his fingers would do, or his tongue, or even his knee—anything to make that aching throbbing and friction between your legs disappear. And him being so damn fine didn't make it any easier for you. The way his biceps looked under the morning light, his muscles flexing whenever he worked on something. The way his jaw tightened and his eyes rolled whenever someone said something completely stupid. Everything about him just made things worse.

Not that it was any easier for him.

After going so long without you, his body had started reacting in ways it didn't before. He would randomly get hard in the middle of the day, making him curse under his breath as he tried to hide the very obvious bulge in his pants. Still, there was no doubt he handled it better than you. Not because he didn't want you— cause, fuck, he needed you— but because his mind was almost always occupied with something else. Plans, inventions, missions. Always something to distract him, to make him forget, even for a moment, the way his body reacted whenever you looked just a little too good.

You were both just humans after all. Humans with needs. Needs that grew way too impatient—

So you took whatever time you could get, no matter how little. Even if it meant waking up way too early because you simply couldn't take it anymore.

And that's exactly what happened.

You, restless and frustrated, unable to sleep properly—not like this, not with Ekko pressed so close behind you. His chest flush against your back, his arm wrapped around you, his presence warm and suffocating in the best and worst way possible. Every small movement made you press back into him, your ass brushing against him through the thin fabric of your clothes.

And before any of you even process it— You were both wide awake.

You were on top of him, straddling him while Ekko laid flat on his back, his hands on your waist as you rode him. His shirt still clinging to your body, panties pushed to the side, his sweats and boxers shoved down to his thighs. Both of you too impatient to remove any of your clothes properly.

"Shit, just like that" He grunted, his dark eyes focused on your face and the expression of pleasure written all over it. Your pussy clenched around him, his cock dragging in and out of your warm, slick walls. You could feel the veins twitching, the pre-cum licking from his tip, mixing with your wetness.

You picked up the pace, moving up and down his length a little faster, earning a low groan from the Firelight leader, his adam's apple bobbing as he felt your pussy tighten around him. His hands wandered higher up your body, sliding beneath the shirt and stopping just under the curve of your breasts. His grip tightened slightly, his thumb rubbing slow circles against your skin.

"Fuck, Y/n—" Ekko gasped as you rolled your hips to a new angle, your velvety walls sucking him in all over again. "That's it, that's it" He praised, groaning as quiet as possible as his eyes lowered to where your pussy sucked in his cock. Your lips parted, your head thrown up to the ceiling as you whined.

Ekko grinned faintly, a soft chuckle escaping him. "Keep quiet, baby—Uh— You gon' wake people up" He teased, even as he struggled to hold back his own sounds when your nails dug into his chest.

You rolled your hips again, your breath uneven, warmth spreading through both of you as the new angle hit just right. "Ek, fuck, 'm close" Your whimpered quietly, dropping your head forward again. Your pussy clenched tightly around him as you sank down, making it harder for Ekko to keep his groans quiet. "Yeah, me too. Just keep doing that, fuck—"

You nodded, biting down on your lip as your hips slotted down against his pelvis and his cock nested all the way inside you, making him whimper softly. And you took note of that, repeating the action over and over again, making sure to slam a little harder, roll your hips just right, each time.

Ekko's pants grew louder, his control slipping, unable to hold his sounds back as your walls squeezed him tighter. Without thinking, your hand came up, covering his mouth with your palm as you slid down on him again.

His eyes snapped to yours, locking instantly. A smirk formed against your palm, his lips brushing your skin as his cock twitched inside you at the feeling of your fingers gripping his face a little firmer. He couldn't help himself— his hips jerked upward, meeting your rhythm, driving himself deeper inside you.

Your lips parted, a moan ready to escape—but before it could, Ekko's hand shot up to cover your mouth. You frowned at first, but then you caught it— that look in his eyes, that knowing glint, his smirk still pressed against your hand as he thrust up into you again.

You were both losing it now.

Both of you moaning freely, your sounds muffled by each other's hands as Ekko's hips kept meeting yours, noises of skin slapping skin echoing in the room.

You pressed down again, his cock fully seated inside you, your clit grinding against him and sending another wave of pleasure through your body. A soft, muffled moan vibrated against his hand.

That familiar coil in your stomach tightened further, pulling you closer and closer with every movement. And so, you picked up your pace, spreading your legs a little wider and letting yourself drop down on him harder, drawing a whimper out of him. The new position bringing your bodies even closer, your clit rubbing more firmly against him as his cock reached deeper inside you, his tip hitting your g-spot with every drag of your hips.

Your pussy clenched, squeezing him tightly, and Ekko threw his head back, a loud, yet once again muffled groan caught beneath your hand as your grip on his face tightened slightly, his eyes rolling back.

"Mmmgh—" Ekko mumbled, tried to say something against your palm, but it came out broken, followed by another strained whimper as you slid down on him again.

You grinned slightly, knowingly, slowing your movements but pushing deeper each time. You felt his grip tighten on your waist, guiding you down harder along his length. Your gazes locked, your whimpers growing more frantic, breaths coming quicker and heavier. Your walls tightened again, and Ekko's cock twitched inside you, throbbing—only a few more deep thrusts were enough to push you both over the edge.

Ekko’s gaze shifted, questioning in a way— asking for permission. And you got it immediately, nodding without much hesitation.

Your release hit at the same time, both of you gripping each other's mouths a little tighter to better muffle your moans. Ekko's hot cum filled you, spilling deep inside and slowly dripping down his length, mixing with your own juices before trailing onto his stomach.

Your head tipped back as your hands slowly fell away from each other's faces, your quiet, heavy breaths filling the room instead. Your chest rose and fell, your legs trembling slightly as you lifted yourself off him, letting him slip out before you collapsed against his chest. Ekko's hand came up to you back, gently rubbing up and down your spine as he tried to catch his breath, a soft chuckle leaving him at your weakened state. He pressed a small kiss to the top of your head, lingering there for a moment.

"God, I needed this. I missed this— Missed you" You mumbled between pants, sighing in relief and Ekko followed, nodding. "Yeah, I missed you too" He said softly, still catching his breath, your body rising and falling along with his as his chest heaved.

"Y'know" You started again. "I read somewhere that when two people finish at the same time it's called unicorn sex" You said, your voice calm, steady as your breathing slowed.

Ekko frowned in confusion, his hand pausing on your back as he blinked. "Unicorn-What?— Where did you even read that?" He asked with a scoff, chuckling slightly. "I don't know, just, somewhere" Your muttered, nodding slowly, your cheek still pressed to his chest. Ekko shook his head, still finding it too funny to take it seriously.

"Okayy... Why unicorn? Why that name?" He asked, still frowning in disbelief. You sighed, slowly shifting and rolling onto your side. "Cause unicorns are supposed to be magical, and rare— Just like finishing at the same time" You teased, giving him a kiss before resting your head on his chest.

Ekko pulled the covers over your bodies, his other arm remaining wrapped around you, holding you close. "Does it have a meaning, or...?" He asked, chuckling teasingly again.

You shrugged gently, your hand playing around with his in the air. "I think it was something like— 'it represents a rare moment of emotional and physical synchronization-like both people being so in tune with each other that their bodies respond at the same rhythm'" You explained, repeating the line word for word.

"It symbolizes a deeper connection" You added, playfully interlocking your fingers. Ekko nodded, humming mockingly. "Yeah, well, obviously we're connected. I was inside you just a minute ago—" He teased.

You rolled your eyes instantly, an annoyed sound leaving your lips. Your hand dropped his and moved to his face, squeezing his cheeks firmly. "I meant like mental connection, not physical!" You said, your fingers gripping his face tighter, shaking it slightly and making him hiss between laughs.

"Okay, okay!" He managed through his squeezed cheeks, chuckling as you let go of him. "All I'm saying is that we got both covered" He said, voice still teasing, lifting his hands in mock defense.

You rolled your eyes again, but couldn't stop the scoff that escaped you, a small smile tugging at your lips. "You're so annoying" You said in mock annoyance, letting out a playfully groan, pretending to turn around. "Mhmm" Ekko mumbled, his arm tightening around you and pulling you back to him.

His lips found yours, kissing you, completely ignoring the way you kept up the act. Yet, it didn't take long before you gave in, melting into the kiss once again. Your leg slid over his stomach, moving to the other side until you were straddling him again.

Ekko's hand moved to your face, cupping your cheek to pull you closer. His tongue brushed against your bottom lip, waiting for permission to which, of course, you complied, parting just enough and letting him slip in. You rocked your hips slowly, swallowing the sigh that escaped him almost immediately, smirking as you felt him harden again, his cock pressing against your ass.

Ekko pulled away slightly, a faint smirk on his lips. "What's you say? Another round before Heimer bursts in with more inventions" He asked teasingly, titling his head.

You didn't answer—Just grinned, leaning in again to meet his lips. You lifted your hips slightly, your hand already moving down to line him up to your entrance, both of you letting out muffled sounds into each other's mouth as you sank down on him again.

"Fuck—"

This is chapter 54 of my Ekko x oc story. You can check out the whole thing here 💗💗

[safeinyou]

Full Potential 𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

₊˚ෆ Ekko x Fem!Reader

word count: 4,545

⁀➴ summary: reader is insecure about her strength as a firelight. she goes out during the night and put herself in danger. until ekko shows up to come save her. he takes care of her wounds along with... other things.

⁀➴ notes/tw: 18+ MINORS DNI, no use of y/n, vaginal fingering, fluff and smut, angst?, sweet ekko, gagging, needy makeouts, aftercare, porn with plot, protective ekko, praises, reader is inexperienced, A LOTTTT of self-loathing mentioned so tw!

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

Being a Firelight was one thing, but saving people from danger is another. You didn't think you'd make this far; you were once alone, fending for yourself. Lucky enough to wake up the next morning alive. Zaun is a battlefield, a city beneath Piltover that has been corrupted with advanced technology and Pilties. Every day was a battle to stay alive, a survival game no one dares to play. But it all changed when you met him.

Ekko is your boy savior; he saved you when you needed him the most. You reminisce about the day when you first met him; you were vulnerable and alone in the cold streets of Zaun. Ekko approached you and stood tall, towering over your timid frame. For someone below 5’9, he stood confidently, portraying a heroic and intimidating aura. That was the moment you realized you wanted to be just like him, or at least accomplish something worthy enough to stand as confidently. You'll never forget the day when he introduced himself, treated your wounds for you, and grabbed you by your frail waist and lifted you up in his arms like you weighed nothing. You probably didn't weigh anything, as you spent the majority of your life living in the streets of Zaun with little to call a meal. He took you into the Firelights' hideout and announced you as a new member. You were officially a Firelight; you finally had a real family to call your own. But why didn't it feel enough?

You had everything you wanted: you had a home and a family, a healthy environment of fresh air. You weren't the kid who grew up starving in the streets anymore, you achieved so much beyond your abilities. Why wasn’t it enough for you?

Until you realized it all meant nothing, if it meant that Ekko couldn't see you.

Your full potential.

You hated it, you never felt so small. Ekko is a fighter, a confident leader. But he didn't see you as superior as the other Firelights. Sure, he took you on missions, trained you until you were at least average enough in combat. But to him, you were still weak, just like when he first met you in the streets.

It frustrated you beyond measure. Why couldn't he look at you differently? You were always seen as the weakest Firelight to him.

Well, you were about to prove him wrong.

Without his permission, you geared yourself up and took your hoverboard with you. It was rather easy. Balancing on the board may have taken a few days to master, but it was a Firelight's record. Some took weeks, while you did it with ease, hoping Ekko would at least be proud of you by then, but he just patted your head like you were some pet to him. Damn him.

That was no longer who you were, no, not tonight.

With everyone in the hideout asleep, you took your hoverboard and flew into the night. You examine the city from above, trying to find trouble. It wasn't difficult for you, considering the high crime rates in Zaun have been increasing significantly for the past month. You spotted a group of men, harassing innocent individuals with the intention of harming them. You could almost envision yourself in that situation; your past coming to haunt you of memories when you were most vulnerable, beaten in the streets until you were left with nothing. This was your chance to do the right thing, the thing you wished most people had done for you, the one thing that you learned from your savior, Ekko.

With absolute determination and control, you made your way down and knocked a few of them with your hoverboard, before landing safely on the ground. "Leave them alone!" you spoke with a slight tremble. The rush of adrenaline making your heart race, you've never felt this brave in a long time. You wish Ekko was watching you right now; to witness your development and determination. Maybe he could realize that he was wrong to doubt you, and that you had the skill to be just like him. Maybe he could--

You were suddenly knocked cold to the ground, losing balance on your board and immediately came crashing to the wall. With a loud thud, you swore the hoverboard broke from the pressure, showing no movements of the usual light energy it conveys. Well, there goes your ride.

"Stay out of this, kid." The man spoke with a voice that made you wince, before landing a punch to your face. It wasn't unfamiliar to you; you've been beaten in the streets before, but this one hurts more than you could care to admit. Here you were, being beaten possibly to death in the streets you grew up in. A familiar feeling, sure, but it came with guilt.

Each punch felt numb, you were more hurt from the fact that you couldn't prove to yourself and to Ekko that you were capable of handling a difficult situation. You were too weak, too sensitive. Ekko was right. You were nothing compared to the other Firelights, you're an outcast. What kind of Firelight is so weak that they can't even fight back a punch? Ekko should've just left you to die here in the first place. Worthless and pathetic, you. Lying there, whimpering, taking every punch like you deserved it.

The man grabbed you by your scarf, eyeing the mark closely, a smudged symbol of an hourglass that made him take a step back. "A Firelight? You surely don't act like one. Patheti-"

The man was cut off and was hit on the back of the head with a cold metal Swordbat, emitting the colour blue-ish green. A weapon you learned to admire, a weapon of a certain idol.

Ekko.

He's saving you, again.

You shakily lift your head; briefly making eye contact with Ekko. He wore his usual, intimidating owl mask that hid his true expression. From the years of admiring him, you learned to read his body language quite well. At this very moment, it didn't feel so sweet to you. He was staring down at you with a disappointed expression, even if it was hidden under the mask, you could tell that he was disappointed. You winced, you wanted to crawl away and be buried alive at this moment. He was disappointed in you, a contrast of your true intentions of being here in the first place. You could hear Ekko sigh under his mask before getting back to the group of men. Knocking them out with ease.

Now that's a Firelight.

Ekko sent the harmed individuals home safely, before focusing his attention back to you.

He approached you with clear exhaustion, taking his mask off. You winced again, you were right; his expression was one of pure disappointment and anger. Ekko glared down at you, before softening his gaze. He tried to calm down as he saw how timid you were, it reminded him of the moment when he first met you. Timid, always will.

He lifted you up from the ground and grabbed his hoverboard before flying back to the hideout.

The ride was quiet; the sound of wind was the only sound filling your ears. Eventually, you're back to the base and he drops you gently on the ground. That's when he finally took his inner anger out.

Ekko grabbed you by your shoulders and shook you. "What the hell were you thinking? Sneaking out without MY permission and getting into trouble like that? You could've died if I didn't come save you!" he raised his voice at you, a scowl on his exhausted, handsome face. This was the first time you saw Ekko this frustrated. It was a rare sight, especially since it's towards you.

"I'm sorry.." you spoke with a stutter and a lump in your throat. You could feel tears forming in your eyes. "I just wanted to prove you that I'm capable-"

"But you're not," he spoke without hesitation. Beneath it, you knew his words were true. A harsh truth that you were not capable of anything. Those words alone convey how he really feels about you. He has always seen you as someone to be taken care of, not someone with the duties of a hero. You’re nothing like him.

His gaze softens as he sees you on the verge of tears, he runs a hand through his dreads in slight frustration. "Look, I'm sorry. But you know how dangerous the streets can be. I wouldn't have taken you in if it were otherwise." He said more softly this time. He picked your frail body up again, so gently like you're the most precious thing in the world. He took you to a secluded bathroom, placing you on top of the sink to examine the bruises on your face.

You remained silent, you were still ashamed of what you did. Ekko being so gentle on your skin was making your guilt even worse. You knew he was just doing this because he had to, it was his duty as a leader, after all. Eventually, you spoke up: "Are you mad at me?"

Ekko looked up to meet your gaze. he replied a soft "Mhm," in response. He could tell from the way you avoided eye contact that you weren't in the mood for a scolding right now. His large hand comes up to your chin, dabbing a small cloth on the bruises on your face. You whimper in response to the pain. He made a small 'tsk' sound, "We wouldn't be here right now if you didn't decide to rebel against me. I'd expect that from Scar, but not you." he said with a hint of humour to brighten the mood, but you were still frowning, looking guilty as ever. He sighed, continuing to treat your wounds in silence.

"...I just wanted you to be proud of me.." you spoke in a soft murmur, avoiding his gaze.

That made him stop what he was doing, "Proud of you?" he scoffed. "I'm anything but proud right now. What you did was completely foolish." he spoke with disapproval, "But, I guess your intentions were pure.." Ekko mumbled, a sheepish smile forming on his face. "Good job for trying, Firelight."

Good job.

You smiled at his response, and he scowled. "Don't get the wrong idea. I'm still disappointed that you went out in the middle of the night. You know how dangerous that is for a girl like you?" He said bitterly, emphasizing on the word "you" like he was categorizing your overall strength. He couldn't help but scold you even if he tried. It was natural for him, being a leader and all.

It was silent again. He looks at your face and down your body, contemplating whether he should express how he really felt. "I'm.. Just glad you're safe now, Firefly." he hugs you, taking you in by surprise. "I wouldn't know what I'd do with my life if I ever lost you.."

"W-What?"

He holds you tighter. "You remind me of someone, someone important to me.” He paused, taking a deep breath. He rarely opened up to people, and now he was opening up to you. “I didn't allow you on missions because I wanted to keep you safe," he spoke with a tremble. It was the first time you heard Ekko speak with such raw vulnerability. It made your heart race, his hand shifts to cup your chin. "Don't do that again."

You could only nod in response, before the tears started to fall, your expression filled with an emotion of regret and despair. Stupid, you.

You disappointed him beyond words. Mentally cursing yourself for making such irresponsible choices tonight. He made a ‘tsk’ sound as he saw the way you cried under him, his expression softening more, less hostile. He wiped your tears with his thumb. “No, no more of that.”

After a couple of minutes of blaming yourself for your idiotic actions, the tears started to fade. Ekko’s touch puts you at ease, a state of calm. His hand was still holding onto your face as he wiped your tears gently. His touch lingered on your cheek, until it moved to cup your jaw, his calloused thumb rubbing against the slight bruise forming on your bottom lip.

He looks down at your lips, contemplating on something, before meeting your eyes again.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked suddenly, a look of pleading in his expression. Your eyes widened.

"Huh?"

"Kiss you. I want to kiss you. Is that okay?"

Oh. You didn't know what to say. You could only bit your lip and nod shyly in response. He presses his thumb on the bruise, staring at your lips longer than necessary, before you felt something else touch your lips. A pair of rough ones, his own clashing into yours. The kiss started slow, until it got more rough, more passionate. He kisses you with intensity, pressing your back against the sink and his hips pressing against yours. His touch was needy, more desperate. You didn’t know how to react, you could only whine into his mouth.

He’s kissing you?

You eventually melt into the kiss; picking up his movements and kissing him back with the same intensity. His large hands came to rest on your waist, pressing your body against the sink even further, positioning himself between your legs as he continued ravishing your mouth. The kiss seemed to last a bit too long for comfort, too needy, too fucking desperate.

The kiss was almost too much to bear, it was making you dizzy with arousal, before he finally pulled away from your mouth with a 'pop.' A long string of saliva connects both of your lips, making him let out a deep groan. He wets his lips, his eyes staring deeply into yours, before he begins to suck on your neck. You could only tilt your head and whine once more. You felt him grin on the flesh before his hands comes to caress your body softly with caution, he didn't want to overwhelm you.

His hands continues to explore your body through your clothes, until they rest firmly on the waistband of your pants. You could tell he wanted to take them off, but everything was going way too fast for your comfort, so you stopped him. "W-wait.." you said breathlessly, before he quickly pulled away.

"Shit, I'm sorry. I-" he clears his throat, his hands a bit shaky now, a hint of guilt in his eyes. “I got carried away. I didn’t mean to.” He sighs before letting you go, roughly putting his hand in his dreads out of regret of almost doing things to you.

You bit your lip, watching his guilty expression. It made you feel bad for stopping him, but it also left you aching for more of him. The absence of his touch, his eager hands, his lips. You’re aching for him to continue.

You push your doubts away and whine, pulling him back in. “No..”

You pressed your body against his gently, and kissed him, taking him by surprise this time. “P-Please...” Your needy tone sent a shiver down his spine, before he melted and kissed you back, roughly.

At this point, you didn't care about anything else. You wanted him more than anything, you always have. And from the looks of it, you're actually doing something right for once.

You got bolder, deepening the kiss further until your tongue slips past his lips. Your tongues danced and tangled with each wet flesh. A groan left his lips, before he pulled away from you, taking deep breaths. “Fuck, Firefly… I didn’t know you got it in you,” he chuckled softly, a hint of fondness in his tone. It almost sounded like he was proud of you for initiating the bold move.

His calloused hands went back to the waistband of your pants, his touch growing more rougher, desperately trying to feel more of your body in his grasp. Two pairs of dark brown eyes boring deeply into your soul. A serious, hungry look on his face that said I need you, please.

He needed to have you, or else he'll go insane.

It wasn’t a surprise to him that you’ve never had sex before. Not like it was as an insult, he knew you were an inexperienced girl. The thought alone made him tempted to protect you and ruin you at the same time. What the hell was wrong with him?

You gave him the green light to continue, discarding your pants with ease and tossing them next to you on the sink. He had to stop for a bit to catch his breath; just the sight of you in your panties was enough to make him lose it. You're so, so pretty. He looks at your face with half-lidded eyes. "If there is any point of discomfort... Tell me to stop, okay?" he said softly with desire and concern. He wanted to make sure you were comfortable first before anything else happened. You nod and smiled at him in reassurance. He sighed in relief. His eyes darted to your legs and up to your plump thighs, gently spreading them.

How cute, you were so wet already, and he barely even touched you yet. He began to move his hand to your clothed pussy, gently pressing on it to test the waters. After you gave him a look of shy approval, his thumb moved confidently on your clit. He didn’t want to overwhelm you too much, you’ve already been through a rough night.

Your face contorts into a soft expression of pleasure. Involuntarily, your hips start to move in a lazy motion, rubbing your wet panties on his thumb.

“That’s a good girl,” Ekko coos, pressing a kiss on your temple as he lets you have your moment of pleasure on his finger, before his hand pulls away from your throbbing pussy and moves up to your hips to take your panties off.

After he discarded the material down to your feet, he had to physically pause again. Fuck, why was everything about you so cute? Cute, cute pussy, soaking wet just for him. He groaned and pressed his hips against the sink, involuntarily grinding against it.

"Fuck," He had to stop himself before he did anything stupid, like ravishing you until you were a whimpering, moaning mess under him. He could see your bundle of nerves perking up, indicating how badly you needed him. It was so fucking adorable, it hurts.

"You're so fucking pretty." he breathes heavily. Trailing kisses down your neck, to your collar bone, to your cleavage.

He continues rubbing your clit in a soothing motion. You softly whimper out of pleasure, the pain you received from tonight leaving you aching, desperate for him. Here you were, legs spread on the bathroom sink, with your panties hanging off your feet and your leader rubbing your wet cunt while looking at you with a look of admiration. It was all too much, you could cum just from this.

"Pretty girl,"

Softly, his middle finger enters you slowly. You gasp and hold onto Ekko’s body tightly as you clench onto his digit. He looked at you with an almost amused expression. "Oh, shit-"

If you couldn’t take his finger, you won’t be able to take him.

“You never put a finger up here, Firefly?” he asked with a soft grin.

You shyly blush and look away in embarrassment. “N-No..”

He holds back a chuckle. He wasn’t making fun of you, no, never that. He just didn't expect you to be this inexperienced. It was both alluring and amusing.

“Hm,” he hummed, leaning closer to you. “Don’t worry, I’m here to help you. We’ll do it slowly, okay?" a soft kiss on your neck, "I don’t want to pressure you into something you’re not ready for..” his voice was full of understanding. His middle finger sinking deeper into you slowly, watching your expression as you take in more of him. “Relax, baby. Let me take care of you."

You pick up your movements, moving your hips lazily as he pumps his middle finger in and out of your tight cunt. For a few moments, he kept the pace steady. From just looking at his face, you knew he wanted to pull his finger out and fuck you then and there. No, Ekko isn’t like that, he’s a gentleman, he may be an impatient man when it comes to other things, but he always prioritizes his partner’s needs before his own. And right now, he wanted nothing more than to teach you how to cum on his fingers.

With a steady rhythm, he started to increase the speed of his finger, his thumb rubbing more nimbly against your clit as you gotten more comfortable with having his finger inside of you. You clench tightly on the digit and he groans, his other hand slightly rubbing the aching bulge that was forming in his jeans. He showers you with compliments and courageous words, while giving you soft kisses on your face to make you feel appreciated. “You’re doing so good, baby. Such a pretty, sweet girl.”

His words send shivers up your spine, your eyes rolling back as he increases the speed, pumping his middle finger rapidly inside of you now. His gaze was almost unreadable, he was so distracted by every inch of your body. The way your pussy clenched on his finger, your thighs trembling as you moaned, your pretty lips agaped, the cute scrunch on your nose, the way your titties bounced under the top you wore. It drove him crazy.

He had been watching you since the very beginning when he took you in and introduced you to The Firelights. He was immediately captivated by your beauty as he saw you out in the streets. You were frail, around his age, your eyes had no life in them, but still held that captivating allureness in you. You were always beautiful, but looking at you now, up close as he finger-fucks your cunt, you're the most beautiful being he had ever laid eyes on.

“E-Ekko..” you moan out his name, making him snap out of his trance. He pulled his finger out of you to taste you, before forcing it back in. “Mmph!”

“Shh, baby.” he pants, curving his finger to hit your g-spot.

“Don’t wanna wake the others.”

He slowly slips another finger inside of you, you gasp and tightens around the digits. He scissors you open slowly as he pumps his middle and ring finger inside your pussy, a wet slick sound filling the bathroom as your moans echoed. God, he wishes he could play with you all night. He loves just how tight you are, but he needs to behave himself. It's your first time too. “Is this okay?”

You softly cry out and nod. You were trying to adjust to the presence of his two fingers inside you. He stopped rubbing himself and used his other hand to grip your chin, forcing you to look at him. “You're so good, can you open your mouth for me?”

You open your mouth.

He hesitantly puts his two middle fingers inside your mouth, before shoving it further to hit the back of your throat, making you gag on them. "Mhm. That's it."

He uses his two fingers to finger-fuck your cunt while the other is shoved down your throat. You felt tears picking up in your eyes, your pussy clenching so tightly as you gagged on his fingers. "Shh, It's okay." he murmured gently, pressing a kiss on your cheek. “Yeah, that’s it. God, good girl. Choke on it f'me.”

Tears dripped down to your cheeks as you deep-throated his fingers, he occasionally hit the back of your throat making you wince and gag once more. He wipes your tears and whispered sweet nothings in your ear. He pulls his fingers out of you before plunging it back in with force, making you moan. “You see this, beautiful? Imagine my fingers that I’m the one fucking this tight cunt, got it? You’re mine.” He spoke softly, despite the possessive nature behind his words. He was claiming you as his.

You whimper and nod, “I-I’m yours..” you reply with a sob, your eyes are pained and watery from the intense, unfamiliar pleasure. It was cute how easily he could break you just from using his hands. He continues to toy with your clit teasingly, his fingers pumping rapidly inside of you, encouraging your release. "Yeah?" he grins, he could almost taste you. Just from the sight of you underneath him: your body pressed against the sink, with just your lower half exposed to him and his fingers inside your cunt while you gag on the other. His thumb glistening from the wet slick of your clit. God, he could feel himself get even harder, if that was even possible.

"All fucking mine."

You were a sobbing, moaning mess at this point. You felt a sensation burning on your lower abdomen. You’re so close.

You let out a loud moan, arching your back and lifting your hips as you finally reach your high, your pussy clenching on his fingers as you came so hard on his palm. "Look at that,"

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth before he puts it in his. His dark, dark gaze staring down at you as he eagerly licks your saliva off his digits. The sight made you whimper.

“Beautiful,” he coos breathlessly. “You did so good for me, baby. You're amazing." He finally pulled his slick fingers out of your pussy, glistening with your release. He put them in his mouth eagerly to taste you. “Fuck... You taste so good, Firefly."

You whined, watching him as he laps at your bodily fluids on his fingers. You never felt so small and pleased from the sight.

You lay there breathlessly trying to catch your breath, your pussy clenching on nothing. You noticed the mess you made on the sink and nervously chuckled. “I’ll clean this up-”

He shook his head, before grabbing a clean towel. “No, you rest easy. Let me take care of it.”

He began wiping the traces of your release off the sink, his hands moved wobbly as he took in the sight. He smiled down at you, a look of love on his tired expression. “You’re so beautiful, Firefly. All mine.”

That made you smile, your heart fluttering with joy. You would love to be his, his alone.

“All yours.”

⧖——⧖

While Ekko washes the towel clean, you remain seated on the sink, admiring him.

You hesitantly spoke up.

“Hey, Ekko?”

He turns to face you with a smile, “Yes, baby?”

You fidgetted nervously, almost afraid of his answer. “Are you still mad at me?”

He chuckled. “After all that? Of course I’m not mad.”

“...”

He frowns at your lack of words. “...Baby?”

“I won’t sneak out again. I’m sorry.”

He sighed with a slight grin. “You better not.”

“...I just wanted you to see me differently, you know?...That I’m not weak..”

He nods in understanding. Despite the fact that he thinks what you did was extremely dangerous, your heart was in the right place. He could never stay mad at you for long.

“I never said you were. You may lack the strength of.. an average Firelight..” he paused, his words making you wince. Before he continued, “But you have the spirit of one.”

You remained silent, taking in his words. You felt slightly reassured by them but upset from the fact that you weren't physically strong enough just yet.

He looked at you and sighed. “No more pouting. C’mon, give me that pretty smile”

You smiled.

He chuckled, “Atta girl.”

A comfortable silence fills the room.

“Hey.. Baby?”

“Hm?”

“I’m proud of you.”