synopsis: Ekko is tired of cleaning up after you
warning: SMUT, mdni, fem!reader, orgasm, you can't move, reverse cowgirl position on chair, sub!reader, brief mentions of Y/N
Ekko, for sure, thought you were incompetent. Who is the genius who can break the hoverboard 3 times in the same week? You. But that's to be expected, because you're always getting into trouble, hurting yourself or breaking something. And guess who's responsible for taking care of you? That's right, him. Did you have medical Firelights? Yes, but it was Ekko who came and said that you didn't need them, that he was the one who would solve the problem.
So once again, you were in Ekko's workshop, both sitting at his workbench. He said he would fix your hoverboard, like he did all 3 times, but this time, under one condition.
Now, you're on Ekko's lap while he fixes your hoverboard. Ekko's cock was nestled deep inside you. To make things worse, you had to stay still. No rubbing, no grinding, no bouncing, that was Ekko's condition and a displeasure for you. Despite that, he seemed unconcerned, continuing to work on the destroyed hoverboard as if you weren't there, sitting on his lap, with his cock inside you, shuddering and struggling not to move.
— It's not that hard... It's not that hard... — You mutter more to yourself.
It was obvious that it was a lie. You were just repeating it to try to distract yourself and forget that inside of you there was a penis of what? 7 inches? Of course you couldn't ignore it. It became more difficult when suddenly, Ekko shifted, his legs moving forward, his back pushed away from the back of the chair and his hard, muscular chest pressed against your back, the heat of his body radiating with yours. And of course, his cock needed to move and throb, sending a shiver down your spine.
Ekko let out a small ironic smile, which disappeared the next moment so that you wouldn't notice.
— Shh, focus. Hold on. Just a few more things and I'll be done. — He says dryly, his breath fanning against the back of your neck. — I hope by now you've learned to stop thinking you're all that and stop messing everything up."
You sighed silently in frustration after noticing Ekko's gloved hands and then your hoverboard on the table, almost completely disassembled, only a few pieces still together here and there. Continuing to try to distract yourself, your gaze turned to his hands, following them with every movement they made, realizing how strangely... attractive they are... And quite skilled - that is already quite self-explained during fights.
Ekko’s hands worked diligently on the hoverboard, his brows furrowed in concentration. He applied a bit of grease to a particularly stubborn gear, ensuring that it turned smoothly. All the time, his hips remained still, despite the tempting heat between his legs.
There was no denying it either, he wanted to fuck you so badly. Occasionally, he glanced at you, his gaze wandering over the tantalizing curves of your body as you sat on his lap. The way your hips widened and your waist tightened, the swell of your breasts strained against your top… He swallowed hard before looking away, focusing back on the hoverboard. He couldn’t give in… Not yet.
Ekko growls softly as he finishes tightening the last screw, the metal clicking satisfyingly into place. He sets the tool down on the workbench and picks up the hoverboard, turning it over in his hands to check his work. The damage is fully repaired, no scratches or wobbles to be found.
Ekko took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to regain his composure as his hands shook slightly as he worked. He grabbed the cloth on the table next to the hoverboard tightly, taking it to the skateboard and rubbing it with some difficulty, as the heat and tightness of your walls around his cock were getting in the way. He gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to grab your hips and throw you down, to spread you open on his swollen flesh until you screamed. But he restrained himself, and instead, forced himself to speak:
— Done... Good as new... — He says, his voice more breathless than he intended.
He let go of the cloth and laid his back against the backrest again, throwing his head back, also against the back of the chair, closing his eyes and sighing deeply.
— Now... C-can I stand up? — You ask, as your hands already went to the arms of the chair.
When you were about to get up without any response, with only three centimeters coming out of you, Ekko's hands grabbed your hips, pulling you onto his lap again, sitting hard on his cock again, tearing a sharp moan from the back of your throat. Then, Ekko said:
— And did I answer you? Did I say you could get up and get out of this unharmed? Again? — He laughed. — Tsk, tsk, tsk... No, Y/N. You're going to pay for everything you've done these entire days.
Ekko’s hands came up to frame your face. His thumbs brushed your cheekbones, tilting your chin up to meet his intense gaze. Those brown eyes bore into yours, swirling with unspoken promises and dark desires. Feeling motivated and encouraged by seeing in your eyes that you wanted the same, he decided to continue his previous sentence.
— And what I want as a reward is between those pretty legs of yours, — he muttered through clenched teeth. — And being used by me.
He gave your hips a light squeeze before letting them go, to take off his gloves and throw them on the counter, revealing his hands so masculine and almost as well cared for, one of his hands passing under your top and going up to your left breast, his hand kneading the soft flesh and his fingers rolling and squeezing your nipple gently, while his other hand went down to your legs, pushing them to the sides of his legs, and then down to the sensitive and throbbing nub of your clitoris, circling in gentle movements, but with a hint of prosperity and speed.
You moaned and slowly began to move your hips back and forth, while one of your hands went up to Ekko's hand that was on her breast, and the other grabbed one of the arms of the chair, squeezing tightly. He noticed your reaction, pushing the back of the chair to press his chest against your arched back, his nose rubbing in your hairs and his lips on the shell of your ear, whispering:
— I should be a terrible leader to you and fuck that beautiful little ass of yours so hard until it gets sore and I have to give you a week off from missions to recover. — He whispered, his voice deep and thick with desire. — But I'm still being an idiot and I feel sorry for leaving you without your legs.
He moved his lips down to the nape of your neck, making a trail of kisses down to her shoulder blade and staying there for a few seconds before returning to her ear again and saying:
— But next time, I won't think twice. — He leaned in, trying to meet your gaze. — So think carefully before you do it.
He kissed behind your ear, moving down to the nape of your neck again, then to your neck, kissing and leaving small red hickeys.
The movements of your hips increased, evolving from a grinding motion to slight rises and falls, along with grinding. You tilted your head to the other side, leaving more space for Ekko to fill with kisses and hickeys.
"Ekko..." You whispered, panting, throwing your head back and laying on his shoulder.
Your hand left the arm of the chair to Ekko's other hand that was on your clitoris, helping him, desperate to reach the peak of orgasm.
— Wanna cum, hm, Y/N? — He murmurs against your neck, pausing for a moment, biting his lip and smiling slightly — Fuck, I do too...
Ekko's hand that was on your breast, slid down, passing through your ribs and stomach until reaching your waist, wrapping his arm around it and forcing you to go faster with your bounces. As the pace increased, Y/N's velvety walls tightened more around Ekko's cock, while his balls contracted and his body grew more tense.
— Come on, Y/N... No need to hold back, baby. — He mutters under his breath, resting his forehead against your temple
He purrs, leaving his other hand from your clit to wrap his arm around you, his hands trying to dig into the soft skin of your stomach, while you, again, touched yourself for Ekko.
— Ekko... I-I'll... —She couldn't finish and bit her lip.
Hearing this, Ekko tightened his grip on your waist a little more, trying to make you go up and down as fast as possible, his hips trying to follow the same rhythm you were, making obscene sounds of skin on skin.
And then, with the last thrusts, unable to hold out any longer, you reached your climax, your legs shaking as the jet of water shoots out from you onto the chair and onto Ekko's lap. expelling his cock out of you. Hot, thick trails of cum paint your insides as his cock pulses and inside your spasming cunt. Ekko sighs, satisfied, and slowly slides his arms from around your waist to place his hands on your hips. Your body begins to relax slightly, the spasms in your pussy from your orgasm fading as you collapse on top of Ekko.
He tilts his head to look at you, seeing your sweaty forehead with strands of hair stuck to it, your chest rising and falling in slow, relaxed sighs and with an expression that had left Ekko satisfied: tiredness. Was it a simple fuck? Yes, but it was the best way to make you tired. Maybe it was because of today's mission? Very likely, and that was good.
Then he smiled, before saying:
— Now you can get up. — He said, panting.
You remained on his lap for a few more minutes, your hands gripping the arms of the chair and then pulling your own body to stand up. You just sat on Ekko's lap again, remaining like that for seconds, before pulling yourself up again, this time standing up. The moment you were stretched out, your legs shook for a moment, and at that moment, you thought you were going to fall and decided to remain still, standing.
Minutes later, as you felt yourself recovering, you took a step forward - as if you were a baby learning how to walk. Meanwhile, Ekko puts his dick in his boxers again, stands up, and pulls his pants off the floor, adjusting his belt.
Realizing this, you followed him, putting your pants back on and adjusting your top. You were so lost and still thinking about your intimate moment that you had forgotten to get ready - just imagine if Y/N forgot and Ekko didn't end up noticing? You would walk around the base naked.
You looked at Ekko, watching him walk towards the door and unlock it. That was your cue. You looked at the counter and grabbed your hoverboard. Walking towards the door, when you were about to leave, Ekko held the hoverboard, making you look back at him. With a sigh, you ask:
— Um, what else do you want, Ekko?
Ah, that rude, dry, and unwilling temper of yours was back... The part that Ekko loved the most.
He gave the edge of the hoverboard a light squeeze, giving you a stern look.
— I told you to watch how you fucking talk to me. — He paused, taking a deep breath. He continued, this time in a whisper. — If you break this again, I swear you'll regret it, because I'll beat your pussy so bad, I'll leave it purple and you won't be able to walk for days.
With that, he dropped the hoverboard, allowing you to pick it back up. His expression instantly changed, changing to a more relaxed and... understanding one. You nodded, drawing a small, sly smile from Ekko.
You just gave a nod, placing the hoverboard under your shoulder and turning around, walking away from Ekko's door and out of his sight.
He sighed, smiling to himself, before closing the door seconds later.
