In which Ekko starts to feel stressed out while working on the time machine to bring him back to his own universe he belongs in. Powder knows a great method to help relieve his stress, one unbeknownst to him.
This is a tickle fic. Please do not read if that’s not your thing.
Papers were scattered around Ekko, some crumpled up and torn out of frustration. A small beam of light started to make its way into the room, signaling the sun coming up. That didn’t matter to Ekko, however, because what mattered most is why he just can’t seem to brush over this damn minor problem he’s having on the machine.
Footsteps were being heard, getting closer until Powder was revealed. “Thought I’d might find you here. Vander made everyone a delicious breakfast, come down an— have you been up all night?” She stopped in her tracks once getting a full good look at his state, his eyes meeting hers. Visible heavy eye-bags forming and looking fatigued and irritated. Ekko looks over to a window to see the sun, swearing it was only 9 pm two seconds ago.
“No…?” He starts, but Powder gives him one raised eyebrow and he sighs. “Okay, fine, I have been.” He rubs his temple as he leans against the table, Powder joining him as she rests a gentle hand on his shoulder. “But it’s because I’ve come across an issue that just won’t seem to go away, no matter what I do.”
She lets out an airy laugh. “Hey, nothing we can’t fix, right?” A determined smile takes over her features, but doesn’t last long when Ekko didn’t return the smile and just stared at the floor deep in thought.
Powder can read the ins and outs of Ekko. It is one’s job of being a girlfriend, isn’t it? That being said, she can definitely tell how mentally tiring working on this machine is starting to take a toll on Ekko. He’s only ever out to go get food, not wanting to waste any unnecessary time on anything else that’s not working on getting him back home to his people. Powder practically has to drag him out sometimes to get fresh air and hangout with the others that are asking where he’s been.
Powder is smart, no doubt about that. She picked up after a few days that Ekko wasn’t her Ekko, but regardless they are still the same person, hence feeling confident on doing a personal favorite activity of hers that she knows will help Ekko ease up and get his mind off things that are stressing him to the core.
“Want me to tickle you?”
Ekko blinked. “What?”
He slowly looked over to her, an innocent smile she’s wearing. Powder takes a step forward, Ekko takes a step back. “Y’know, what I do to help you relax whenever you get like this.” She says ever so casually as if Ekko is probably thinking ‘oh yeah, that thing!’
But Ekko wasn’t thinking that. Quite frankly, his heart started to beat faster every step Powder attempted to get closer to him, noticing her flexing her fingers a bit. “W…what are you talking ab—“
“Oh, don’t act like you don’t like it.” She cuts him off, grinning slyly when he takes a moment to put the pieces together. In this universe, somewhere along their relationship, Powder made the beautiful discovery that Ekko doesn’t hate being tickled as much as the normal person does. If anything, he absolutely enjoys the playful action and like how Powder stated earlier, drowns any stress out of him.
Only though the Ekko from the original timeline that’s in this Ekko’s body hasn’t quite made that discovery of himself just yet. Hence the confusion, his thought process that Powder has gone mad, and believing that fact of him is simply not true.
He must have been too caught up on his thoughts racing, because he felt himself suddenly backed up into a wall. Trapped, but only momentarily. He looks at an opening to escape on Powder’s left side. Powder reads his stance, knowing exactly his next move.
Ekko makes one last look at Powder. She does the same.
He books it.
You can’t outrun Powder in a place that she knows the ins and outs of. All the shortcuts, exits, and obstacles that would slow down a chase. Which further explains why Powder catches up to Ekko so quickly, pouncing on him as they go down together on the floor. He catches one of her wrists, the other high up out of his reach on purpose.
“Powder! Please.” Ekko nervously giggles out, but feeling a sense of thrill inside that he never felt before. A lively one at that, almost as if he’s excited to see what will happen next.
“Alright alright, your pleas have been heard.” Without any form of build-up, she immediately sticks her hands under his arms and starts wiggling away. “No need to beg for me to tickle you.”
She can’t help but break out into a cheeky smile when her ears pick up that sweet melodic tune: his laughter.
Ekko cannot remember the last time he has been properly tickled ever since Benzo died in his original timeline. He didn’t even know if he still was ticklish, thinking that sort of stuff just kind of vanishes overtime while growing up. Although, clearly the Ekko in this perfect timeline he was stuck in has definitely had people make a habit of tickling him whenever the opportunity arises, especially Powder. She went straight for the kill, having her fingers get trapped in his underarms as he squirms for freedom all the while cackling for the whole world to hear.
“PohohoWDEHEHER!” Is all he can say, struggling to form any coherent sentence without his laughter interrupting the process. She relents a little, scratching a bit lighter. “That’s me!” Powder watches him flail a bit less, noticing how he’s grabbing her wrists but not making any attempts to move them.
“sohomewhere ehehelse. Give me a sehehecond..” he managed to say, already sounding out of breath in the thirty seconds she’s tickled him. He’s never experienced anything like this, all so new. So it might look like Ekko is more ticklish than Powder is use to, finding it a bit cute how he tapped out so fast.
“I would love to, but I’m kind of trapped here mister.” She wiggles her stuck fingers to state the obvious, him giggling hard. Ekko mentally prepares himself a little, slowly raising his arms a bit for her to bring her hands back. He’s a fool to ever think there’s not another spot far worse, because Powder instantly latched onto his knees from behind and started squeezing like there was no tomorrow.
Completely caught off guard by how deadly of a spot his knees were, Ekko snorted out a deep belly laugh and it all continuously spilled out from there. It’s surprising that nobody came in from the start to check out who kept screaming as if they’re getting murdered, but it’s just Ekko who cannot handle a few wiggles here and a few squeezes there.
“Did you just snort?” Powder chuckled, but not expecting any answer from him as he was too busy trying to buck her off. She managed to lock her legs around his in a way where she didn’t budge in the slightest from his hysterical movement, smugly looking down at him.
“Toohoho MUHUCH! NOHOT THERE PLE-“ a sharp hiccup cut him off, feeling absolutely embarrassed and mortified from all these unknown noises he didn’t even know he could make come out of him so freely. Hands started to trail upwards from his knees, a sense of a small break but it wasn’t much of a difference for poor Ekko. “You told me to go somewhere else, remember!?”
Powder almost felt guilty for having way too much fun, but she knew she wasn’t alone with that feeling. Ekko was too, don’t let his reactions ever fool anybody. Noting his hands tightly around her wrists but never moving them, knowing damn well he’s strong enough to easily do so. Saying ‘please!’ but never a ‘stop!’ and suggesting for new spots for her to attack. You’d have to be blind to come to an assumption that he wasn’t enjoying himself.
His laughter was starting to be overtaken by sharp hiccups, which has always been a cue for Powder to stop soon. Soon.
Showing mercy on his knees, her hands find their way to his neck to start lightly skittering. Ekko grabs onto one of them, fingers interlocking with hers. “Ohohokay, stop! I’m nohot stressed, I’m nohohot!”
Powder softly smiles at the sight in front of her, heart feeling warm. The smell of the breakfast Vander made downstairs caused her to stop, realizing she and Ekko both had a plate of untouched food still waiting for them.
She got off of him with ease, sticking out a hand for him to take to help him up. Catching his breath, Ekko took the offering hand and stood up fully, brushing off some dust from his pants. He looks over at Powder, shooting her a cold but jokingly glare. “That was horrible. I’m not that bad to you to deserve that, am I?”
Chuckling, she gives his arm a little push. “If it was so horrible, I would’ve heard you say stop a lot sooner than you did.”
Silence was his response, feeling his face heating up. She’s right, Powder is always right. It’d be pointless for him to argue with her and deny, because even he knows the truth. Ekko enjoyed every second of it, because when was the last time him and Powder ever played around like this? In his timeline, not since they were twelve.
He misses the good times so much, and him needing to relive those memories and emotions were long overdue, but at least he experienced it one last time with someone he so dearly loves before heading back home.
Powder knows he’d never admit it, so she broke the silence first. “How does eggs and french toast sound?” They both share the same smile, Ekko walking right beside Powder as they head on downstairs where everyone else is.
These are the moments he wished he could stay in forever, never having to leave or give up something behind. Ekko will never forget this, forget her, and he’ll promise Powder that.
I Love You, I Hate You | The Worst is You and I 𖦹 Part Four
Reverse AU Timebomb | Ekko/Powder
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Content tags: Alternate universe — role reversal, Angst, Enemies with benefits, Enemies with feelings, Semi-public sex, Heavy petting, Making out, Penis in vagina sex, Unsafe sex, Rough sex, Desperate sex, Hate sex, Vaginal fingering, (Brief) Spanking, Marking, Biting, Dacryphilia, Praise kink, Dirty talk, Begging, Multiple orgasms, Sexual overstimulation, Squirting and vaginal ejaculation, Mental health issues, Canon-typical violence, Jinx goes by Powder, No beta reader
Word count: 10457
Notes: less heavy on the kink for this one but this fic makes sense by itself if you don't feel like reading the others!!!:3
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Smoke and the stingingly sweet smell of shimmer makes for an interesting morning. The sun blazes in the sky and yet the air has a distinct summer morning's chill to it anyway. Powder doesn't let herself get lost in the nostalgia of the warm weather beating down on her shoulders as the cool air lashes past her face. Everything is going just fine. Just the usual chaos. It's just the same as every other mission they had been on.
Except…for him.
Sure, they had had their encounters but this was different. Everything seemed to go silent as she stood there amongst her friends, watching the sickly purple smoke clear just enough to get a glimpse of the figure ghosting through it with an eerie kind of grace. His steps fall softly, slowly— dissipating the fog with each tread.
"Hey," Him. Smug, confident, and dangerous.
Shit—
She whips her head to the side, her trance broken, and finds two of her friends thrown overboard by the force of whatever he had hurled at them. The rest is a blur— tiny, handmade explosives thrown, explosives she knows were inspired by her own childish ambition from years past. Don't think about that. Her own people zip back and forth on their hoverboards, leaving trails of dizzying green that spot her vision, bringing her right back into the havoc of the scene before her.
Focus. Stay focused.
In amongst the chaos she tips barrels full of shimmer to the floor, ready to set everything alight. She whistles to one of her team. Eve. A quick signal to let her know it's time.
She nods quickly and sparks up a flare, holding it over the puddle of liquid addiction on the ground. So close. So, so close. And it's not even a split second before Powder hears a crack and the pink-haired girl's mask is knocked off her face.
Shit.
He's got her. His hand wrapped tightly around her wrist, his grip iron, his fingers digging into her flesh so hard Powder swears she hears the soft crack of her bones crumbling underneath.
He could kill her right there. He should kill her.
But he freezes— his expression completely wiped with shock.
Powder doesn't even have time to react before the flare is dropped to the ground and he strikes her in the back of her head— right as she's scrambling to get away. The whole scene plays out behind her eyes like a movie— slow, yet unrelenting, the passage of time displaying its cruel and brutal nature. She can't ever make herself fast enough or strong enough to go back and make it okay again. She's dead. And it's just another thorn in his side gone. All for Silco.
Blood rushes past Powder's ears, pounding in her head and blurring her vision as she leans over Eve's lifeless form.
How could he?
How dare he?
She raises her gun to him, blind rage clouding the reality of the scene unfolding before her. She doesn't care that it's him. She doesn't care about what they used to be. She can't even find the sense to care about the scarcity of the bullets she's about to use. Her chest heaves and she lets out an almost animalistic growl, forcing her body to lurch forward and point the barrel of her gun directly at his head.
Her finger shakily begins to squeeze the trigger and she gets knocked completely off her feet, startling her out of the fog that wraps around her brain. He's firing blindly at them— at everyone— and she didn't even notice. Didn't notice the way he screamed. Didn't notice the way his head whipped around like he could see something nobody else could. All she could focus on was taking him down.
She feels like she's been flipped upside down as strong arms wrap around her waist and carry her away. She realises it's Scar— her friend, a real friend— saving her from making yet another stupid mistake and getting herself and everyone else killed.
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He storms through the winding alleyways with a kind of quiet rage— sticking to the shadows, keeping out of sight. Of course he had to see her today. It's exactly what he needed, the memory of his childhood best friend coming back to haunt him in real time.
And to top it all off?
That pink-haired girl he could've sworn was Vi when he knocked that mask off her stupid face.
He froze up. He fucked up.
"Today's screw-up will set us back weeks,"
He knows. He already knows. Way to rub it in, right?
His face twitches in indignation thinking about it. His head clouds over, anxieties and insecurities pushing down on him and choking him out as he marches forward.
"Take some time,"
"I don't need time,"
"Take it anyhow,"
He had to prove to him somehow that he could do this. He wasn't the same helpless child Silco picked up amongst the wreckage of his dead and broken friends anymore…right?
Things were easier with Benzo. He didn't feel the need to prove himself constantly. Of course, he hadn't fucked up yet when he was still under Benzo's wing. Makes a difference, doesn't it?
Silco just wants him to be strong.
Silco loves him.
Silco glued all the broken pieces of him back together.
And yet he finds himself tearing towards Benzo's old shop anyway, wanting to breathe in the comfort of his old mentor— wanting to wrap himself in the past so hard he suffocates in it.
"Fuck…"
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The wind whips past her face— cold, ruthless— a cruel reminder of this morning's encounter. Powder made sure that everyone got back to base just fine before she all but shoved past Scar and got back on her board. She just needs…time. She thinks she just needs time.
The thought of him swirls around in her head as she rides the wind. How cruel fate had been to drive her best friend away from her like this. How cruel for fate— no— how cruel for Silco to warp him into a machine whose only use is to kill and destroy when she knows he could very well have brought life into people with his creations.
She doesn't know where she's going exactly, not until she's actually there.
She stands in front of Benzo's abandoned shop and thinks to herself that it looks exactly the same as the last time she saw it— minus the cobwebs. She traces her fingertips over the door handle, breathing out softly as she does. Of course she'd end up here with him on her mind.
She looks over her shoulder as she cracks the door open; it's completely dead in this area with no evidence of a single soul having walked down this part of the Lanes in months. As she shuffles inside the smell of old liquor and dust slaps her in the face. It's tidier than she expected if she's being completely honest. She trails her fingers over the countertop slowly, reminiscing about what used to be, and she lands on a little pocket watch tucked under a piece of parchment.
He had a thing about clocks and she always found that strangely endearing.
How had things gotten so fucked up?
Powder stares at the little piece of machinery and clutches it tighter in her hand. She glances around the room slowly, walking towards the back, and she slides down against the wall, bringing the little clock close to her chest.
She wishes it didn't have to be like this. She wishes it so badly that it hurts— the pain inching its way through her body and striking every nerve and vessel like it's trying to kill her. Tears roll down her face— hot, searing into her skin— and she finds herself screaming, slamming her hands down next to her as her chest heaves in and out.
Why?
She throws the damn watch, just waiting for the noise of it cracking and shattering into little tiny pieces just like her past— just like her relationship with her best friend, the man who could've been her soulmate.
Nothing.
"Huh, I wondered where that went,"
Her head snaps up— mouth gaped open in shock— and he's just standing there, turning the little pocket watch over in his hand, studying it like this was something he did every day and not like he had just stumbled across the leader of the fucking Firelights, the very reason he had fucked Silco's so carefully laid plans up.
She stands up, drawing her knife out, and she points it straight towards his throat.
He huffs a low, snarky laugh, "You wanna stab me? Do it,"
"What are you doing here, Ekko? Go back to Silco," she snarls, her voice dripping in barely restrained rage.
"This was my home, I could ask you the same thing. Aren't you a little far from all your bugs, huh?" He takes a step towards her, fire lighting up his deep brown eyes.
"Fuck you," she seethes, tears streaming down her face, tracking blue paint and mascara down her cheeks, "Fuck you for choosing him. He's got you killing people— my people,"
"You don't get it," he breathes, "He picked me up when nobody else would. You ran, Powder. You just ran away,"
"I didn't know you were there! I came back for you and you pushed me away!" Her fingers shake as they dig into the handle of the knife.
"I hurt people. I hurt you. You think you would've ended up in this mess if it weren't for me giving you guys that tip?"
He steps closer, pinning her under his cold, brutal gaze.
Her chest rises faster as she realises she has nowhere to go, and she stares at him with wide-eyed desperation as he keeps talking.
"You think any of it would've happened if I never said anything about Vander's deal with the enforcers? If I hadn't told Vi about the old cannery? Huh?"
And he's mere inches away from her— so close she can nearly feel the heat of his body radiating from him— and her knife is pressed right into his chest as he crowds over her.
She doesn't answer for a second, just looking at him, panicked, and he's never seemed so damn calm and collected in his life.
He sure loves to play with fire.
She drops the knife to the floor and grabs his face and her lips are on his in one heated, stupidly impulsive second.
He stumbles back in shock, almost breaking the contact between them, but he reaches up and tangles his fingers into her hair, kissing her right back as a low, soft whine escapes his throat.
She shocks herself with her own rash spontaneity but something about the way he looked at her— the love and conflict at war in his once warm eyes— has her desperate to just have him. A sort of primal urge overtakes her and all of the grief and anguish disappears against his soft, full lips.
It's not soft or gentle. They meet each other with fire and passion— all teeth and tongue— stumbling backwards with each other, hands in each other's hair, tugging one another closer, closer, closer, until the only space left between them is the fabric of their clothes.
Ekko moves back with each step, pulling her along with him, despite not really knowing where his end goal is. He can't fucking think about that. Not when he's finally got her in his grips. Not when she's finally real and tangible against his skin, against his lips, on his tongue, in his mouth. God, he could never have imagined how sweet she'd taste— all fury and lust bundled into one. He could fucking drown in this moment, stumbling backwards through this old shop, this old memory until—
They trip on something left on the ground behind the counter— the abrupt clattering noise it makes startles them both and he reaches out to catch her, pulling her up and steadying her against him.
"Shit—" She balls her fists up against his chest, bunching his top up in her hands, putting all her weight on him as she takes a second to recover.
"Powder—" He cups her face in his hand, bringing her gaze back toward him as he leans back against the counter, keeping them both upright, "Powder,"
"Shit!" Her mouth falls open in realisation of what she just did, "We— We can't be doing this—"
"No? That was all you, sweetheart,"
She feels her face heat up a little at his immediate comeback but it's not hard to notice how off-balance he really is— fully shaken by her impulsivity.
"Don't— Don't be fucking smooth with me," she pants.
His hand creeps towards the back of her head once more, putting a tiny bit of pressure there. Do it again. Please do it again.
She raises her eyes to meet his and suddenly there's nothing in the world she wants more than to fucking kiss his stupid, beautiful face again. So she does. She squeezes her eyes shut and grabs onto him so tight she's surprised he doesn't fall apart beneath her.
She hates him. She hates him so fucking much. She hates every single little part of him and even more she fucking hates the way he makes her want him, the way he makes her need him. She feels like she's lost all higher brain function as she slips her tongue over his, as she trails a hand down his ridiculously defined pecs and yanks his head as close to hers as physically possible.
God, why is he so perfect?
His hand pulls at her lower back as he kisses her, and he just knows she feels the heat rising between them the same way he does. He can feel her damn legs trembling as she pushes herself onto his thigh like he wouldn't fucking notice. Fuck, this isn't fair. He pushes off the countertop and shoves her up against the wall, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head in one large, calloused hand.
He feels her breathing grow ragged, like she's becoming fucking feral as they make out. The way their lips mash together is almost violent— years of pent up need and frustration coming out in hurried, urgent, almost animalistic movements. He trails his hand down her back— possessive, needy— and grabs the firm plush of her ass, shoving his knee between her legs as he does, making her pull back with a short gasp before he closes the distance between them again, his lips claiming hers with such ferocity it could almost bruise.
"Powder— Powder—" He repeats her name in between kisses, a desperate mantra breathed into her mouth like he needs a reminder of exactly who he's toying with.
She arches her back off the wall as he moves away from her lips, his own pressing hot kisses into the skin of her face, her jaw. He pulls down the fabric of her top that covers her neck and his lips are on her immediately.
He guides her hips to grind against him as he works rough, bruising kisses into her pale flesh. He needs her to remember. He needs to make sure that he'll be burned into the back of her head just the same as she is for him.
Blood sears hot and low in her belly as he claims every part of her available like he'll never have the chance to again.
That's the thing isn't it? Maybe he won't.
She strains against the grip he has on her wrists and he immediately drops them, using his hand to tip her chin up instead, granting him better access to the sensitive skin of her neck. Soft moans tumble from her lips and she reaches forward to grab his arms, to anchor her shaking body as he leaves yet another deep, purple mark in her flesh.
"Fuck—" she whispers, putting the back of her wrist against her mouth to muffle a small whine, not quite ready to admit to how much he's working her up.
She feels like she's lost in a drunken haze as she pulls him up, listening to his mouth unlatching from her neck with a soft pop. She takes a split second to admire his face— eyes wild and filled with desperation, his lips plump and wet with the soft light shining against the spit that glazes them— before she's kissing him again, stealing the very breath from his lungs as her lips melt into his.
Tiny little moans vibrate through the air around them and Powder finds herself yanking him by his hips. Closer. Please get closer. Her body begs for him, yearns for him in a way she didn't even know it could. He's like a fucking drug— sweet and perfect on her lips. The feeling of his hands could brand themselves into her body forever. She won't forget. She'll never forget this. How could she? He's danger and temptation thrown haphazardly into a little parcel and tied off with a pretty little bow.
He threads his fingers through her wild, blue hair, not caring about messing up her plaits, just needing her. God, his Powder is so beautiful. His wild, ever graceful, blue disaster. All he can think of is blue, blue, blue as she drags him down under the depths with her. He wants her so badly. Wants her to be his. How long had he felt like this? He had shoved her to the back of his head over and over, unsuccessfully putting her back on that shelf of old memories that collected dust in his mind, and yet she worked her way to the forefront of his thoughts again and again. And now? She's everywhere. She's tangled up in his fingers and panting into his mouth and he couldn't be more obsessed if he fucking tried.
God.
Fuck.
He slows his pace, just a little, licking into her mouth, savouring the sweet, sweet taste of his favourite girl. He drags one hand down— slow, torturous— and palms at her breast over the top of her heavy clothes. Fuck, he couldn't want to rip her damn clothes off her body more if he tried. Does she want it? Does she need him as much as he needs her? He kisses the corner of her mouth gently, moving back to her jawline, waiting to hear the soft little whimpers that carry out on her breath as he reduces her into a perfect little mess for him.
He fumbles with the buckle on the front of her one-piece and she gasps, her hand shooting out to grab his wrist.
"W-we shouldn't—"
He pauses, biting his lip, and he looks up at her with his brows furrowed in concentration, trying to figure out what she's thinking.
"You don't want it?"
"I didn't say that—"
He glances down to her chest where his hand still hovers and then back up to her face, "Don't mess with me, Powder. Are you in or out?"
He straightens himself up so he can get a better look at her, he's so close he can feel her breath fanning out over his face each time she breathes out. He studies her hesitation, the way she chews on her lip as she fights over whether or not she wants to sleep with her old best friend and more importantly her worst enemy.
He runs the tips of his fingers over the base of her scalp softly, watching as she shudders out a short gasp and looks right back up to him, her eyes wide with an urgent, primal need.
"Ekko—"
He smiles— dark, dangerous. He's got her all figured out. He brings his forehead against hers as he pushes his thigh into her harder, right between her legs, pressing straight into that delicate, neglected part of her that so desperately craves his attention. Her lips part exquisitely as a soft yelp escapes her.
She grabs onto his top, biting into her trembling lip as she looks back at him, "Fuck— Fuck you—"
He huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head, "Yeah, okay,"
"Make it hurt," she says suddenly.
What?
"What?" he asks— completely bewildered— her words almost snapping him out of his lust-filled haze.
"I want it," She grips onto him tighter, her fists shaking slightly, "I want it— Just— Make it hurt—"
He trails a path from her hair to her chin with the tips of his fingers, and lifts her face gently in his hand. She vaguely thinks to herself that she could die happy here, with his face full of a mix of concern, lust, and a little confusion— his fucking perfect lips pursed into a soft frown as he mulls over her words— being the last thing she ever sees.
"What do you want?" he asks, his voice low, edging on ruinous.
"I don't wanna…feel—" She pulls him closer, grinding down against his thigh, "I just— You can take it out on me— Everything— Make it hurt, make it rough—"
He smiles and god, does he look absolutely wrecked with the realisation of what she's asking for.
"Say please," He runs his thumb over her chin.
She lets out a tiny noise of protest, her voice cracked and broken, "P-please—"
"Fuck," he says, grabbing the buckle again, "Take your damn clothes off. Right now,"
Her hands join his, and in an awkward flurry of movements they manage to get her far-too-thick one-piece off, along with her heavy boots and dark, thermal leggings that come to just below her knees.
She stands there with her hands on his shoulders, suddenly a little nervous as the cold air wraps around her. He brings his hand up to his mouth, the other resting gently on her hip as his eyes rake over her slim frame in barely contained desire.
God, she's trying to kill him.
"You looked like that under there this whole time?"
'That' referring to the black panties that ride high on her waist and hips— the amount of fabric just bordering on daring— and the fishnet stockings that cling to her legs like a second skin— the bands digging into the plush, milky skin of her thighs. She's just begging him to take her at this point.
She nods slowly, biting into her lip, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she takes in his almost devastated expression.
"Fuck—" He grabs her hips, "Fuck, Powder, you have no idea what you do to me—"
Her back hits the wall again and he's shoving her top up over her tits, his hand immediately finding her breast and the other pulling her against him harshly by her ass as he presses his lips to her throat once more. He works fast, rough kisses into her neck as he rolls the sensitive little bud of her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, drowning in her tiny wails of desperation.
"Plea— Please, Ekko— Fucking— Fucking get on with it—"
"Oh, you need it, huh?"
She nods, gripping his hair, impatient, just wanting him. She bucks her hips into him as he traces his fingers over her body— slowly, slowly ripping a path into her flesh everywhere he touches. Finally, fucking finally, his fingertips tease at the waistband of her panties and there's no way in this moment she could want him more. He dips his fingers underneath, quickly finding the hot, wet pool of arousal between her legs, and he gasps.
"Fuck— You're— You're so fucking wet, Pow—" He looks up at her in pure disbelief, watching the way she shuts her eyes and tips her head back against the wall, rutting herself against his hand— so fucking needy.
He grabs her leg with his free hand and hooks it over his forearm, slowly slipping a finger into her as he does. He feels her long, sharp nails dig into the back of his neck as he curls his finger along the hot, sensitive walls of her cunt. He breathes out— soft and wrecked— and he can't help imagining bending her over the damn counter and shoving his cock inside her right now.
Patience.
He shuts his eyes briefly, pumping his finger in and out slowly, savouring the tiny, breathy moans she lets out as she drags her nails across the back of his neck and down his shoulders. Gently, he slips his ring finger into her along with his middle and she gasps, hitting her head back against the wall as she tries to hold herself upright.
He chuckles lowly, "So damn responsive…"
And all he's met with is a protesting whine as she pulls at the back of his head, closing the distance between her neck and his lips once more. She'll run out of room for him to mark her up soon but it doesn't stop how addictive it is to have his breath wash over the delicate skin there as he licks and soothes and bites.
"Fuck, Powder—" he mumbles into her skin.
"Ekko! Ekko—"
"Yeah, that's my name, baby. Don't you forget,"
He runs his thumb over her aching, neglected clit as he murmurs low and deep against her throat. She sounds a ragged, high-pitched moan and drops her head down onto his shoulder, her arms yanking him close, closer. He feels her cunt pulse around his fingers and he finds himself clinging onto his self restraint harder than he has ever had to in his damn life. God, she feels so warm and wet and tight—
He's fucked. He comes to the conclusion that he's absolutely fucked in about point two seconds. She's so damn pliant and helpless in his arms— a perfect little mess around his fingers— and all he can think is how fucking desperately he wants to bury his fucking dick inside her and pound into her until the only thing floating around in that pretty little head is him, him, him.
"Powder— Powder, please— God, please, I wanna fuck you so bad—" he begs, his voice almost cracking in desperation as he pleads into her ear.
She nods and nods, shakily kissing the junction between his neck and shoulder. She whimpers ever-so-softly as he pulls his fingers out of her, her lips coming apart in silent protest.
He fast in undoing his trousers, barely even pulling them and his tight, black boxers down before he's pulling his cock out and lifting her leg up higher, brushing the tip over the wet fucking mess he's made of her panties. She lets a tiny little sob slip past her lips at the brief contact with her clothed clit.
She won't tell him, but she needs it just as bad, if not more than him.
"Ekko—"
"Shhh, baby, just one second…" he says, his voice low and sweet as he kisses her cheek.
His brows knit together in concentration as he slides the damp fabric of her panties to the side. He inches forward, slowly pressing the head of his cock into her wet heat. He edges in slowly, groaning at the way she stretches to accommodate him. A tiny, high-pitched whimper falls from her lips as he pushes inside, and she clings to his neck so hard she almost knocks the air out of him. He fucking stops breathing anyway, his breath hitching as he slides in a little further. She's so fucking tight around him— hot, wet, velvet walls gripping him like her body can't decide whether it wants to drag him in further or to stop him right where he is.
"F— Fu— Ekk-o—" She claws at his back, nails scraping over him as she whines pathetically into his skin.
"Can you take it? Can you take it, Pow?" he asks, just waiting for her to confirm so he can finally throw all self control out the fucking window.
She just barely manages to nod and whimper a quiet 'yes' before he's grabbing her ass and pulling her all the way onto him, making her squeak quietly and dig her fingers in harder, trailing her lips up his neck messily as she does. God, she feels full, so fucking full— his cock pressing into every tender, sensitive part of her so goddamn deliciously. It's so much. Too much. But not fucking enough.
She lets out a soft pant, her lips parted against his neck. She mouths emptily over his skin as he stills for a second— worry slipping into his expression. She moans lightly, her voice carrying vibrations into his flesh as she opens her mouth onto him and bites the salty, sensitive skin beneath her lips.
"Do it— Do it—" she whispers, "Take it all out on me and don't fucking hold back—"
She latches back onto his neck, earning a low, broken groan from him. He curses under his breath and draws back slow, agonisingly slow before he thrusts all the way back into her, listening to the schlick noise her cunt makes as it pulls him back in. He motions his hips into her again, lifting her leg up as high as he can get it, wanting to get deeper.
"Mhhfm— Ekko—" She squeezes her eyes shut as he presses her harder against the wall, splitting her legs until her damn thighs ache all so he can drive his cock into her deeper, deeper.
"What? You backing out now?" he teases.
She shakes her head, her hair falling into her face as she does.
They both know damn well she won't back out. Not with the way he stretches her out so fully, so completely. She gives herself over to him so willingly— she'd fucking beg for it if he asked.
"I hate you— I-I hate you—" she mumbles through a cascade of soft little moans.
"Yeah, that's it, pretty girl, take my fuckin' dick," He kisses the side of her head gently as he drives his hips into her again.
Her head lolls on his shoulder as he fucks into her, her whole body almost going limp against him as he presses into her g-spot over and over, his cock repeatedly hitting that soft, gooey bundle of nerves inside her with each thrust. Every inch of her skin trembles, her grip on him starting to become lazy as waves of pleasure course through her and twist deep in her gut.
He reaches up and tangles his fingers into her hair, pulling her head back gently to get a good look at her. He admires her face— her cheeks flushed bright pink, tear tracks streaking down her skin in blues and blacks, her lips swollen and shiny with spit— and he kisses her. He's soft and furious all at once, gripping the back of her head firmly as he ruts his hips into her again and again. She can hardly keep up with him, kissing him back sloppily, her tongue and her moans filling his mouth all at once.
When he pulls back, she looks completely wrecked. He thought he had fully given into desperation and bliss but, god, does she look completely fucking gone. He groans— low and deep— and he lurches forward, pressing his lips to her neck and kissing up and down the column of her throat, listening to the cracked moans that vibrate through the air. He moves his hand down, brushing his thumb over her swollen, sensitive clit and she lets out a loud, uneven cry, her hands immediately jumping to grab onto his arms— bracing herself against the overwhelming heat pooling low in her belly.
"E-Ekko— I—" She finds the words completely lost on her tongue as he swipes his thumb over the sensitive little bud yet again.
"That feel good, Pow?" he asks, his voice low as he scrapes his teeth over her neck.
She nods and whines— all high and broken— as he pushes into her over and over, thumbing over her clit in a tandem with each thrust. She feels like she can hardly keep herself up as he completely ruins her from both inside and out.
She lets out a couple short pants, her chest heaving, "Mmhn— I— I—"
And with one particularly brutal thrust she feels wet, slick warmth begin to trickle from her cunt before it spurts out onto him, painting his hand and lower abdomen in her release.
"Did— Did you just—?" He glances down, his face a picture of complete shock.
"Shut up— Shut up, Ekko— Just fuck me—" she whines, digging her nails into his arms so hard she almost breaks skin.
"Fuck," He thrusts in again, keeping his thumb pressed firmly to her clit, "Holy fucking shit—"
She feels like she's on fucking fire as he keeps going— so close she can feel all the blood rushing straight to her hot, slicked cunt. Each thrust begins to force little droplets of clear liquid from her and she hears him fucking laugh under his breath. She doesn't care. She really doesn't fucking care as long as he keeps pounding his cock into her— stretching her out impossibly and forever.
Every motion of his hips sends her reeling, pushing her closer and closer to the edge, helplessly dragging her towards the release she needs so desperately. She feels like she's fully lost control of her body with the way he fucks her— every rough, urgent thrust twisting and tangling the knot that forms in her gut.
She glances down to where their bodies are joined and she eyes his drenched, dripping hand— covered in her own fluids— furiously working around her clit as his thick length plunges into her soaked cunt again and again. She bites her lip, looking back to him with wide, shiny eyes— her breath catching in her throat. He meets her gaze with half-lidded eyes, his lips lazily pressed against her neck still. He looks so fucking vulnerable like this— his pupils blown huge, his brows knitted together in concentration, his face flushed a deep red with tiny beads of sweat forming around his hairline in his exertion.
Fuck.
Her nails bite into his arms as her body begins to shake, her limbs growing pathetically heavy as the heat stirs and blooms inside her, almost completely relying on him to hold her up.
"Mmh— I— Fu—" She shuts her eyes tight, shaking her head, wanting to avoid the way he raises his eyebrow cockily because he fucking knows he's got her.
And then it hits her.
Hard.
Fast.
Devastating.
And she cries out— loud, wrecked— before biting into his shoulder, muffling the fucking pathetic noises that come from her mouth as her cunt pulses and flutters around him.
He lets out a deep, prolonged groan against her neck, shutting his eyes and savouring the sweet, delicious feeling of her clenching down around his fucking sensitive cock, the pressure forcing him to slow his pace.
"Fuck— Fuck— That's a good girl, coming on my fucking cock—"
"Wh— What—?" she says, her voice high and unsteady, "What did you just call me—?"
His jaw drops, snapping his head up to look at her, panic washing over his face, "Shit— Fuck— I— I'm sorry, it just happened—"
She grabs his face, her fingers trembling as they dig into his hot, damp skin, "Say it again," she says, her voice almost a growl— every syllable crackling with wild urgency, "Fucking say it again—"
His eyes darken and his lips part in a silent whine, his breath stopping for a second as he takes in her wicked, desperate expression.
"Fuck—" He shoves his cock all the way into her, stilling himself, gripping her ass and her waist harshly, "That's a good girl, that's a good fucking girl, coming on my cock,"
She wraps her arms around his neck, moaning softly into his ear as he presses her against the wall, "Fuck, Ekko—"
He kisses the side of her head, taking a second to breathe as he pins her, his cock still buried deep inside her. He's not done. God, he's nowhere near fucking done. But she—
"More—" she whispers, "Give me more—"
Oh.
Oh, he's fucked.
"Fuck, baby, you want more?" He barely gets the damn words out, every emotion coursing through him at once, the thrill overtaking his whole being, making his heart race as he grips her shaking body.
She nods, scraping her nails across his back under his shirt as he holds her up.
He breathes out— sharp, unsteady— and he looks down over her body, looking at the way her leg shakes with the effort of holding herself upright with his fucking cock still inside her.
"Not like this," he murmurs, slipping out of her and letting her leg drop to the floor.
He takes her hand and guides her to the ground carefully. He runs his hand up her back, slowly directing her to lay with her face pressed against the discarded bundle of her clothes on the floor. She lets him, laying her flushed cheek on top of the soft fabric.
"That's it…" He caresses her waist gently, "Now, ass up for me," he says, pulling at her hips.
"Plea— Please—" she mumbles, her voice muffled as she arches her back for him.
"Patience…" he says, digging his fingers into the fat of her hips as he positions himself behind her.
He runs his finger under her panties that he so hurriedly shoved to the side earlier, teasing her, smiling to himself at the way she bucks her hips back into him. He looks at the way she watches him with her eyes half closed, her gaze lazy, almost sultry, and she knits her brows together in confusion and impatience. He grabs her panties in both hands and pulls them up, ripping them apart until he can just peel them off of her and throw them over his fucking shoulder.
"Ekko—!"
He grins to himself— a stupid, cocky smirk that has Powder seething. He leans forward, brushing her hair away from her cheek, snickering to himself at the way she glares back at him— her face bright red with a light sheen of sweat plastering it— her arousal incredibly apparent despite how fucking outraged she is.
"Fuck, you look good like this," he groans.
He pulls her a little closer, grabbing her ass and spreading it apart, taking a good look at her puffy, stretched-out hole, still dripping in wet, hot slick. She shakes slightly in anticipation, wishing he'd just fucking get on with it. But he takes his time, fully admiring the wetness streaking through her thighs as he slides two fingers over her cunt, adoring the way he can see it pulse and flutter around nothing, just waiting for him to fill her again. She almost feels embarrassed with the way he looks at her— so intently studying the mess he's made of her already like she's just one of his little projects that he's been working on.
"Fuck— Ekko— Please—" she begs, curling her fists up next to her face, swaying her hips in front of him.
He raises his eyebrows, looking down at the furious, blue-haired girl beneath him. He strokes his hand over her ass softly before he raises it into the air just a little.
"Can I…?" He pauses hesitantly, dipping his head forward to get a better look at her expression.
She nods quickly, squeezing her eyes shut, gritting her teeth.
He grins and a sharp smack cracks through the air as his palm strikes her skin, "I said patience,"
She whimpers softly, nodding, digging her nails into her palms.
"Fuck— Look at you, Pow—" he marvels, his voice rough, nearly breaking in strained excitement as he holds her open for his prying, hungry eyes.
"Please—" she sobs.
"Didn't know you were so needy, Pow," he laughs as he lines himself up with her slick pussy, "Let me take care of that…"
And he pushes in in one smooth, complete thrust, not bothering to ease in this time. She can take it. He knows she can take it.
Short, laboured breaths pass her lips as he begins to rock his hips into her. He starts slow, deep— each thrust languid, relaxed. He can't get enough of the sound of her drenched pussy sucking him in, struggling to fit him inside, especially with how much deeper he can get in this position. But she takes it. She takes with her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her thighs trembling helplessly, her fingers scratching at the floor as the feeling of him pushing into her soaked, oversensitive cunt threads itself through her entire body— embedding itself into every little nerve and fibre of her.
He digs his fingers into her hips and yanks her onto him roughly, making her cry out and bite down on her lip. She tastes blood on her tongue as he fucks her, the metallic taste washing through her mouth as he keeps going.
"Hhmmfh— Mhhhfm— F-fu—" She claws at the floor, her nails scratching into the hard surface uselessly as his cock presses into the soft, tender walls of her cunt again and again.
He snickers to himself, leaning forward to cup her face in his hand gently, pressing his thumb against her chin, making sure she's looking back at him, "What, sweetheart? What is it?"
"Hhmh— F-fuck you— F-fuck you—" she growls, shoving her face into the bundle of fabric below her, muffling the ragged moans spilling from her throat.
"Yeah, Pow? Fuck you too,"
"H-harder— Harder— Do it h-harder—"
He chuckles— twisted, dark— loving to watch as she takes him so willingly, so eagerly, despite how furious she is. He picks up the pace, his skin slapping against hers— forcing broken, punched-out little moans from her every single time his cock slams into her.
He slides his hand up her bare back, and up and up until he can tangle his fingers into her knotted hair, holding her head down against the hard, unyielding surface beneath them. She cries out, eyeing him shakily, tears beginning to pool in her eyes as her body jerks forward with each thrust. He uses the leverage he has on her head to ram into her harder, faster, rougher, pushing down on her back with one hand to make sure all she can do is take it as he ruins her.
"Fuck, baby— Look at you taking this cock so well—"
She whines— loud and high— digging her nails into her own palms so hard she'll see little red divots for days afterwards. She feels like she's being split in half with the force of his thrusts combined with how achingly thick his fucking cock is. A slow, unsteady stream of her own juices trickle from her cunt every time he slams into her g-spot from behind, each brutal thrust forcing her to squirt out onto him and herself the same.
"I-I'm— F— Gonna fu— Mhnnh—!"
"Yeah, that'sit, Pow," he says, running his thumb across her tear-stained cheek, "This pretty pussy gonna come all over my fucking cock again, huh?" He laughs tauntingly, his breath starting to get lost amid his strained, drawn out moans, "Don't even h-have to touch you, hm? Fuck— Look at you taking it, what a good fucking girl,"
Tears start to spill down her cheeks as he teases her— rage, lust, and desperation coming out all at once and streaming down her face, tracking blues and blacks messily into her skin.
"I h-ha— I-I h-hate y—" She gets cut off as his pelvis drives into her ass— hard and fucking relentless— and the noise she makes is closer to a scream than anything, her voice breaking as he forces the knot inside her to twist impossibly tight.
She's so close to tipping right over the edge— white-hot pleasure pooling and searing low in her body as he winds his fingers into her hair tighter, tugging it, his fingertips finding purchase against her scalp and using it to drill into her so hard her vision starts to blur.
And she's falling, feeling like she's been flung from a ledge and she's plummeting straight towards the ground. She could swear she died for a second, her vision going completely black as fire licks through her entire body, scorching the painful pleasure into every nerve and cell of her being.
He bites into his lip as he watches the way she suddenly stops breathing, her chest heaving in and out emptily, her fists slamming hard against the ground before they unfurl and scratch at the floor weakly, her back arching as she shakes and convulses underneath him. Her eyes are stuck in the back of her head and he keeps going. Her lips part softly, a trail of drool beginning to drip down her face as she starts to heave in gasp after gasp, trying to catch her breath again after stopping for so long her face started to turn red.
He groans— long and deep— the noise nearly turning into a whine as her cunt clamps down onto him. He strokes her hair— the gesture gentle, loving— as he slows his pace, still fucking her, still pushing past the resistance her pussy continues to give him.
He looks down, running his hand over her ass, taking a look at the puddle that's formed underneath her shaky knees from her release, taking a look at the white ring of cum that's formed at the base of his dick, slicking her cunt even more as it pulses around him. He runs his thumb around his cock where they're joined together, where she's pulled taut around him, and he curses under his breath.
"Good girl, that's a good girl," he whispers, breathless.
"Ekko-o," she whimpers, her voice sweet and a little pathetic.
"It's okay— It's okay—"
"No— Keep going—" she says, shakily pushing back into him, fucking herself on his cock, "Please— Please, Ekko—"
"Powder— Fuck— Are you sure—?"
"Told you to take it out on me— I told you— So do it— Do it, please—"
He huffs a low laugh, shaking his head, "Baby…you want it that bad?"
She nods, her lip trembling as tears still trickle down her face.
"Take it, then. C'mon, baby, fuck yourself on my cock," he says, running his large hands over her back and landing them on her waist, admiring how easily she fits into his hold, "Show me how much you hate me, hm?"
She moans quietly, pressing her face into the floor as she slowly starts to rock her hips back into him. Quiet, desperate sobs escape her lips— mingling with the soft, wet noises of her cunt squeezing down around his dick with each backwards motion of her body. Every inch of her skin trembles, her brain getting foggy at the dizzying feeling of him slowly pushing into her g-spot again and again. Her legs quiver, her knees threatening to give way under her as she fucks herself back onto him, and she's slow, painfully slow— barely managing to move herself because of how sensitive she's become after each orgasm tore through her body and left her dazed and hazy. Her motions start to become lazy, unsteady, weak— going so slow she almost comes to a stop.
He slaps her ass, making her body jerk forward with the force of it, "C'mon, Pow, you can do better than that. I've seen you fight, you don't back down like this,"
She cries out, forcing her eyes shut as she gasps for air, "Plea— Please— I can't—"
"Too much for you? You want me to take over, baby?" he asks, his tone sickly sweet and perhaps a little condescending.
She nods, her face still buried in the little puddle of clothes beneath her, her fingers clawing at the surface below as if it could help brace her against the overwhelming, almost painful pleasure that courses under her skin like a live wire in water.
She lets out a soft whimper as he pulls out and grabs her leg, swinging it over his shoulder, the momentum turning her to the side suddenly, "I wanna see you— Wanna see your face,"
She looks back at him with wide eyes— the soft blue of her irises shimmering in the light of the dusty old shop. She reaches out for his hand, lacing her fingers into his, gripping his hand tight as he slips into her again.
"God…look at you…" he murmurs, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles, "Such a mess for me…"
Then he draws back and slams into her, forcing a broken sob from her— her mouth gaped open as her breath hitches and she chokes on the air. He lets go of her hand, instead reaching down to grab her tits as he starts pounding into her— each stroke fast, deep, merciless.
Powder begins to break down into quiet, wrecked sobs, bringing her hand up to rest over her eyes as she moans out. He digs his fingers into her thigh as he drills into her, holding her steady, holding her legs spread wide just for him. She feels herself beginning to climb again, heat swirling deep in her gut with the way he hits that soft, swollen little bundle of nerves inside her just right each time. He's fucking addicted to her, she's more powerful than any drug ever could be and he fucking suffocates just in her presence, drowning being inside her, and honestly, he wouldn't mind dying like this.
He pinches and twists the soft bud of her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, marvelling to himself at how pretty she looks laid out so pliant and helpless for him, taking it like she was fucking made for it as he pummels his cock into her over and over. She peeks out from under her hand, biting down on her trembling lip as she watches the way his muscles move under his skin, watches the way he shimmers as the light bounces off his damp body.
Powder thinks to herself that she can't last much longer— her whole body aching and oversensitive as he splits her open, fire crackling and reverberating under her skin with each smack of his skin against hers.
Truthfully, Ekko could've come so many times already, but he holds himself back, wanting to watch her completely fall apart for him, wanting to unravel her and make her just as addicted to him as he is to her. They'll crave each other's bodies endlessly by tomorrow, by next month, for forever. How painful to get such a beautiful taste of what's meant to be, of what they're not supposed to have. He wants to take time to enjoy it. Just for a little bit. Just for a few more moments. Just a little more time with her. The longer he can shove his feelings down the better. And what better way to do that than to have the very reason for the feelings he pushes down so painstakingly, crying and whimpering on his cock? He lets himself indulge in this fantasy just a little longer. While he still can. While he still gets to have her.
"You think you can come again?" he asks.
She bites down on her lip, nodding hesitantly. Her heart flutters in her chest nervously as he traces his fingers over the clouds etched into her skin and slowly down her body, his fingertips teasing over every inch of hot, flushed skin until he finds the soaked little bud of her clit, nestled just above where she's wrapped so tightly around him. She flinches as the rough skin of his thumb swipes over it. It's painful, almost, feeling like icy-hot fire rips through the very threads of her body, and she adores the way it hurts— thinking that this is her sweetest punishment for giving herself over to him like this.
He kisses along the soft fabric clinging to her leg as he ruts his hips into her. He could never have imagined how perfect this moment could be. He had never let himself dream that he could ever have her again. He's not worthy of her attention. Except he is. Except he very much is. And it's fucking sinful that he is.
He circles his thumb around her clit slowly, carefully— aware of how overstimulated she's starting to become. He loves the way she whines so pitifully as he fucks her— quiet, desperate little noises spilling from her mouth as she climbs and climbs. She sobs softly as he plunges into her; the combination of his cock hitting her g-spot over and over and his thumb slipping over her clit at the same time has her seeing stars. He grunts softly, quiet huffs leaving his mouth with each thrust— her cunt fluttering and gushing around him as he turns her into a perfect fucking mess beneath him.
"Fuck…this pussy…" he groans, feeling his self control slipping further and further with every second that goes by, "Tell me…has anyone else had you like this?"
Her fingers shake as they scrape across her forehead, trying to ground herself enough to comprehend what he's saying to her, "Jus— Mmhhn— J-just once—" she stutters out before letting out a loud cry as he slams himself into her harder, "I was— I was thinking of you the whole time—" Her thighs tremble as he puts more pressure on her clit— his expression almost unreadable through the blinding haze of ecstasy that blurs the line between pain and pleasure so deliciously, "Ekko, I— I can't stop thinking of you—"
He bites his lip as he looks down at her. Why can't she be all his? He drives his hips into her hard, making her whimper and mewl helplessly.
"Same— Fuck— Me too—" And he slows a little, changing his rhythm to fuck her rough, deep, and torturously slow— making sure she feels every single fucking inch of him while he's still inside her.
"Fuck, baby, I'm— Fuck, I'm close—" He bites into the soft flesh of her thigh, muffling his voice as wretched moans spill from his mouth at the way his cock starts to become impossibly sensitive as the heated walls of her cunt suck him in so greedily.
She cries out pitifully, arching her back as he swipes his thumb over the hot, wet nub of her clit again. Before she even knows what hit her she's coming hard, the feeling of it twisting and reverberating deep in her gut and making her cunt twitch and pulse around him, drawing him impossibly deep as he strokes into her. She covers her face in her hands, moaning helplessly as he spears her on his cock.
"Look at me, Powder," He lurches forward, knocking her wrists to the side before grasping her chin between his thumb and index finger, forcing her gaze towards him, "Look at me while I'm fucking you,"
"Uhnhfnm— I hate you, I hate you—" she sobs as she feels the pressure growing, her tender, oversensitive clit twitching and making her whole body quiver as he thumbs over it roughly.
She clamps her thighs together— the action automatic— but all she's met with is his sturdy body getting in the way. Shockwave after shockwave ripples through her lower abdomen as she tries to ride out her orgasm, and she can feel her poor, abused cunt quiver and throb as she squirts out onto him weakly one last time.
"Fuck— Fuck—" It's too much for him, the way she clenches around him, and as much as he wants to hold on he knows he's going to be forced to finish with the way she's gripping him so tightly, "Powder, fuck— I'm— I'm gonna come—" He starts to draw out—
"Inside— I-inside— Please—" she gasps, grabbing onto his arm and shutting her eyes tight— willing herself to keep taking him despite how overwhelming it is.
Because she needs it. She needs all of him.
"Yeah, Pow? Shit, baby—" he groans.
And he makes it through the last rough, urgent thrusts— drowning in her tiny, pathetic wails of desperation as he spills thick, hot cum deep inside her. He staggers to a stop, his hips stuttering as he groans and leans into her, caressing her face in his hand as he finally reaches his high. He breathes out— sharp and uneven— every intake of air catching in his throat as he comes down.
"Ekko…" she whispers, stroking his hand softly.
He kisses her thigh, letting his lips linger for a second before he picks her other leg up and puts it over his shoulder, turning her onto her back. He keeps himself inside her as he leans forward and kisses her, holding either side of her face in his big, rough hands. He shudders a little, slowly dropping down from his orgasm.
He wipes away her tears with his thumbs, pulling back until his nose touches hers and he can feel her breath mingling with his as they pant into each other's mouths.
"Fuck…"
Powder wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him back down. Maybe she wants to take time as well. Maybe she does truly hate him— hate what he's become. But…maybe she wants to kiss him anyway.
Tears pool in her eyes as she moves her lips against his, coming hot and wet down her face, burning into her skin. They both become breathless with their lips on each other's, stealing the air from one another as their tongues slip over themselves. She threads her fingers into his hair, clinging to his head like she never wants to let go.
"I missed you—" She kisses him again as tears spill down her face, "I missed you so bad—" And she pulls him back down, wanting to taste him on her tongue for as long as he'll let her.
"Powder— What—?"
"Shut up— Just shut up—" she says, yanking his head back down again.
Their lips mould together perfectly as they kiss— their mouths melding together like they were made just for each other. It's easy to lose sense of where one of them begins and the other ends, completely wrapped up in themselves because they belong together.
Ekko pulls back just a tiny bit, his lips barely parting from hers, and he runs his thumbs over her cheeks, wiping away the tears that stain her face, "I missed you too…" he says quietly.
Tears well up in his eyes as he leans into her again. Because this is the end. It has to be, right? This wasn't supposed to happen. He tangles his fingers up in her hair, sliding his tongue into her mouth, licking slowly, carefully, as his tears splash onto her face and mix together with hers.
She moans softly into him, appreciating the way he worships her even when he's not supposed to. Maybe he hates her but he treats her so gently, almost like she's fragile as he holds her. He'll always feel love for her first and foremost. But of course he won't tell her that.
Ekko feels his emotions begin to crash into him as his lips clash against hers, the fog in his head lifting slowly and getting replaced with something much darker— much like what possessed him earlier. All the fury, the hurt, the guilt comes flooding back to him as he comes down.
He pulls out of her carefully and holds her face in his hands, studying the way she looks back at him with soft, loving eyes. Her lip trembles as she looks back at him, a small whine coming from her throat as he slips out of her. She doesn't want to feel empty again.
She doesn't want to go back to what they were before.
She brushes her thumb over his cheek and she smiles, getting lost in his quiet, hooded-over eyes. They look warm again, she notices. They're glazed over with hurt despite everything, and she can tell it's over. It's over and she doesn't want it to be.
Please don't let it be over.
"I—" He bites his lip, looking away from her, "This…? Us? I— I can't— I can't hurt you again, Powder…"
"Ekko…" She tries to wrap herself around him, tries to keep the him that's so soft and gentle and loving for her.
He strokes her hair carefully for a moment, taking one last second to admire her face before he stands up and pulls his clothes back into place. She scrambles to sit up, pulling her top back down over her chest.
"Wait— Wait, Ekko—"
"I'm sorry, Pow Pow," he says, his face growing devoid of emotion even with the tear tracks streaking down his cheeks.
He turns around and Powder curses under her breath, forcing her shaky body to grab her clothes and pull them back on. She swears to herself as her hands slip up on the buckles and the layers in her rush to stop him. It's already too late. He's gone and she won't see him again. She won't kiss him again. She won't ever touch him again. She won't ever get to see the love and warmth in his eyes again. He's gone.
She sinks down to the floor and buries her face in her hands, hot tears flooding down her cheeks and dripping down her arms. Her chest heaves as she sobs all alone on the floor, curling into herself and scraping her nails across her forehead— trying to distract herself from the hurt and anger and guilt rushing over her.
She let herself be vulnerable for the man that had been fighting against her people for years— her best friend, her worst fucking enemy. She whimpers to herself as she notices the way her thighs ache and she feels so painfully empty without him inside her— a stark reminder of her own rash decisions. She could've ignored it. She could've killed it. Could've killed him. But she didn't. She couldn't. No matter how much she tries to hate him she can't help but chase his attention, his affection.
She sits there for hours, her eyes growing dry as she huddles into herself. She can't leave. Not yet. Not when he was here. Maybe she can live the moment for just a little longer if she stays here, if she savours the ache he left all over her body, if she breathes in the lingering scent of him on her clothes, if she traces her fingers over the tender skin of her neck that he kissed bruises into over and over again.
The last way Ekko expects to spend his summer is in the car of a girl he hasn't known for five years, roped into a rescue mission for her older sister.
— a modern setting, road trip au where ekko hasn't seen jinx for five years when he suddenly gets a call asking him to drive about 2000 miles across the usa to get to vi, who apparently didn't die in a fire he's been blaming himself for ten years ago. ft grief and picasso sneaking into the narrative while i wasn't looking. link here!
bought myself a plastic gun to better visualise jinx's movements in my fic,,,,,, anyways stay tuned chapter 8 will come out. sometime. sometime soon. always stay vigilant my dears
Summary: After the end of season 2, Jinx and the Boy Saviour meet up to travel the world together
Word Count: 1.7k
Warnings: CONTAINS SEMI SPOILERS FOR THE END OF ARCANE (though most of it is working with a fan theory). Otherwise just fluff
Author's note: huge thank you to @your-new-cult-leader for proof-reading and neatening it up, and to @spicypepperjack for letting me write their idea!!
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Struggling into wakefulness, Jinx coughed, staring at the rubble surrounding her. Squinting at the bright sun as it burnt her eyes, she pulled herself to her feet. Stumbling and brushing off the debris, she winced, feeling the fresh wounds from the fall. She knew what she had to do.
She had to break the cycle.
-
It had been about a day, and Ekko was on edge. Where the hell was Jinx? He did not just save her ass five times in a day just for her to disappear. What if she– no. I can’t think that– she wouldn’t. His wandering had led him to the rooftop where he had kissed Powder in the alternate dimension. How jealous he was of that version of himself. For getting to stay with her. He could still feel her lips on his if he thought hard enough–
There was something stuck to the railing, almost free in the wind. Grabbing the small bit of parchment wedged between wire fencing, he immediately recognised the blue colouring and the wild, scratched handwriting:
Ekko,
Remember how you told me it’s never too late to build something new? Well, I’m gonna go do that. See who I can be without… All this. I wanna say thank you. For seeing me as someone special, someone worth building something for. I won’t forget it. Ever.
There was no sign off, but he knew...
Pocketing the letter, he jumped on his board. He had to find her. He just hoped he wasn’t too late.
“Bag’s almost packed, guys,” Jinx said, turning to her dolls of her old family. “I, uh, guess this is it.” There was so much more she wanted to say, but she couldn’t. Couldn’t find the words, and couldn’t bring herself to talk to dolls anymore. The voices were rarer in her mind now. She was safer, since Silco and Isha were there to combat Mylo’s presence.
She took a deep breath, and started to turn around when she heard a noise, she drew her gun immediately.
“Ekko, what–” she said, lowering her gun.
“What the hell Jinx?!” Ekko angrily threw the letter she left him on the floor, thinking nothing of the gun. “You were just gonna leave?”
Jinx sighed, moving to walk past him. “I have to go.”
“Why?” Ekko grabbed her wrist, turning her to face him. They locked eyes.
“Because, I…” Jinx looked down at the floor. “I can’t do this anymore, Ekko. I can’t be like this, I just, I need time. To figure it all out. Jinx, Powder, Zaun, Piltover, all of this bullshit. I… I need to break the cycle.”
“What cycle?” Ekko’s brows furrowed.
“Please, just let me go.”
“I can’t. I can’t lose you again.”
Ekko could’ve sworn he heard Jinx’s breath catch, and she faltered for a second, thinking. But when she looked back at him, Ekko knew he couldn’t stop her. Not without a fight, and neither were willing to spill more blood.
“I’ll be back. In six months, if things are… if I’m, better. I’ll be back. If you still wanna talk, meet me at sunset, then.” Jinx turned to leave, and Ekko’s hand on her wrist slipped into her hand.
“Where?” Ekko asked, resigned.
Jinx only smiled at him, and squeezed his hand.
-
It’d been half a year, and the warm wind blew across the top of the building, making leaves flutter like the butterflies in Ekko’s stomach. Nerves, anxiety, excitement, fear. He couldn’t tell. All he knew was that the sun was setting, and he was waiting for a flicker of blue to return to him.
Sighing, he sat on the ledge, legs kicking the wall under him, head resting on the railing.
“Miss me?”
Ekko started. “Jinx! You’re gonna make me fall.”
“Good to see you too, Ekko.”
Suddenly he was up, his arms around Jinx. He nuzzled into her neck and she rested her head on his. Ekko took a deep breath, soothed by the smell of her.
Pulling apart, Ekko nervously spoke.
“I, uh, I missed you, you know.” He rubbed the back of his neck.
“Yeah, well, I missed you too.” Jinx said, arms behind her back and side stepping him. When she got to the end of the building, she sat down and looked over at him expectantly. Wordlessly asking him to come sit.
“So, how have you been?” Ekko asked once he sat.
“Better. I feel…” Jinx said, looking out at the skyline. “I don’t know. I’m just. I’m better, you know? But I don’t think I can stay here for long. There’s too much here.” Jinx squeezed her eyes shut taking a deep breathe before opening them again.
Ekko nodded, not in agreement, but to let the statement settle in his mind.
“I understand. Everything’s changing. And while it’s good now, you can never really forget what things were like before.” Ekko placed his hand on Jinx’s shoulder. “So you’re leaving again. For good?” He asked.
Jinx couldn’t stand to see the fear and hurt in his eyes, nor the hope she might change her mind, so she stayed facing away.
“Yeah, I guess. I can’t go back. It- it has to be this way. ‘Sides, everything’s better without me here. I see it now. And I’m doing fine on my own.” Jinx looked back down, playing with a leaf.
“Not everything.” Jinx’s eyes snapped up to the fire of Ekko’s. “I’m not better without you. I’ve always cared about you, you know that.”
“No, you saved me, but it was Powder you cared about. You just didn’t want me to die.” Jinx’s voice cracked.
“Of course I didn’t! You were my best friend, and- and my worst enemy, but either way you…”
Ekko stopped, scared and breathing fiercely, but Jinx looked on with bright pink eyes, pleading. Ekko sighed and looked away.
“It sounds so fucked up, but even when we were trying to kill each other, you’ve always been the most important person in my life. And- and even when I hated you, when I thought you weren’t you anymore, I…” Ekko looked into Jinx’s eyes. “I’ve always loved you. Powder, and Jinx.”
Jinx’s eyes watered and she stared, dumbfounded.
“It’s OK, you don’t have to say anything-” Ekko started, trying to find a way to retract what he said.
“You promise?” Jinx interrupted, voice so soft he almost missed it.
“What?” Ekko started. “Yes, I mean it. You’re all I’ve ever wanted. Every piece of you. You’re so special to me. I… nevermind, it’s stupid, I shouldn’t’ve said anything, I-”
“You’re special to me, too, Ekko.”
Jinx tentatively reached her right hand out to cup Ekko’s cheek, and he sucked in a breath. Staring deeply into her eyes, not blue like Powders, but pink, like Jinx. His Jinx. He lent forward slowly, and waited for her eyes to shut before pressing his lips to her.
The kiss was soft like the first drops of rain, and like a storm it grew into something more. Jinx laced her hands into Ekko’s hair and pulled him closer, and he rested his hand on her waist. This wasn’t like kissing Powder in the alternate universe. This felt so much more… electric. And right.
When they pulled away, Ekko laughed a little as Jinx breathed deeply.
“I… wow, huh?” Jinx giggled.
“Yeah. I, uh, been wanting to do that for a while.” Ekko said.
“Why’d you never say anything?”
“Because you were trying to kill me.”
“Yeah. That. I’m, uh-”
“Don’t, it’s fine. I mean, I was also trying to kill you. So I guess we’re even.”
Silence settled over the pair for a few minutes, and the wind blew Jinx’s hair into her face. Ekko brushed it away, Jinx lent into his hand. It scared her to think she felt safe with him, she never wanted this to end. But she had to leave.
As though Ekko had read her mind, he said “Take me with you.”
“What?” Jinx asked, drawing back.
“No, I mean it. Take me with you. Things haven’t been the same in Zaun for a while now. And when I disappeared, Scar took over the Firelights. And he and Sevika are working together for independence, they don’t need me there. And to be honest, I don’t really want to be there anymore. There’s just too many reminders.” Ekko thought of the graffiti of Jinx. It was hard to walk past it, thinking of her.
Jinx looked at him, unsure.
“Plus, there’s no you.”
Jinx snorted, and looked away to hide her blushing.
“Man’s got moves, huh? You’re such a dork.”
“Shut up, you liked it.” Ekko smiled.
“Well, maybe.” Jinx smiled back. “You know, I can’t ask you to leave everything behind for me.”
“You’re not asking, I am. I need a break. And I won’t lie, I do miss having some kind of adventure. Things have been so… calm. I’m almost bored.”
“And I’m not zen?!”
“You’re certainly not boring.” Ekko smirked.
“Mhmm. 'Cause that’s how you romance a girl. Just saying you’re not bad.” Jinx pulled a face at him.
“Oh, so you want me to romance you?” Ekko smiled, playfully bumping shoulders with her.
“If you’re coming with me on the most awesomest of adventures, you gotta contribute somehow.”
“Damn, I was just gonna be the handyman.”
“Hey, I’m handy enough!”
“Cute, too.”
“hmm, that’s more like it.” Jinx hummed, and lent her forehead against his shoulder.
“You really mean it, Ekko?”
“Mean what?”
“You love me? Even though I’m, I’m not her, anymore?”
“I love you in every timeline. Every version of you.”
–
By the end of the day, Ekko had talked to Scar, hugged the Firelights goodbye, and promised to come visit. He had packed a few bags, and taken a deep breath. He said goodbye to the tree. With tears in his eyes, he left the oasis, and got on Jinx’s ship (“c'mon, ya big sap.”, she teased as he wiped tear).
As they sailed off into the setting sun, Jinx and Ekko stared out at the view.
“You know, I always said one day I was gonna ride one of these.” Jinx breathed out a sigh.
Ekko laughed.
“Now we just gotta decorate it.”
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