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bellybuttonbooks · 9 days ago

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I love you, part 1

Part two

Ekko x Fem!OC smut

SPOILERS AHEAD FOR MY EKKO FANFICTION, WHICH CAN BE FOUND HERE.

warnings: overly detailed smut, oral (fem! receiving), idiots in love, scars, loss of virginity

*Six and Momo are the same person*

word count: 6.4k

Six leaned back in her chair watching Ekko rearrange the items on the table. He had taken her to the safehouse after saying it was time for them to continue their inventing lessons.

"What are you planning for today?" she asked, noting his trance-like state as he shoved some gadgets to the back and pulled his aeroglider to the front.

He rummaged through his tool sack for the tools he predicted they'd need for today. "You're gonna help me fix up this glider."

"I am?"

He plopped down into the chair next to her and scooted it closer to the table. "How familiar are you with chem tech?"

"It's a chemical concoction that can produce energy, light, and heat. But it's also unstable due to its toxicity and explosiveness. As for the chemicals... I heard vaporized grey is used."

"Have you worked with it before?"

Six shook her head. "You can't use chem tech in the medical methods I use. I know you can use it to power prosthetics, but that would require knowing about mechanics and technology."

Ekko flipped over the glider to display its underside. He placed his fingers on the clear tubing that was stained internally with neon green, though chem tech wasn't actively running through them anymore. "It's how our gliders are powered. This one is an older version, since mine got lost in the canyon. It doesn't have the extension feature that the newer ones have. So, my plan is to add the extension, and... I also have an idea for an upgrade."

Six looked between the glider and Ekko. "Which is...?"

His face held a dose of smugness as he pulled a rolled piece of paper from one of the inner pockets of his coat.

Something gold and circular fell from the same pocket, colliding with the floorboards with a light thud before rolling.

Six looked down, seeing it roll into her boot and then tumble onto its side, where it wobbled on the floor until it came to a stop. She bent over and picked it up, turning it over too quickly to notice the design on the back, revealing a roman numeral style pocket watch.

She offered it back to him, but instead of taking it, he flipped it over again and held his hand over hers, temporarily hiding it from view. She looked up to discover he'd gone coy.

"I made it for you. I was gonna give it to you after I found a chain or something to attach it to, but I guess now's a good a time as any."

When his hand dropped from hers, she peered down at the watch's back, her breath nipping at what she saw. Carved in the metal was a delicately lined firelight bug and a bumblebee, the stencils filled in with green and yellow paint. She took in every chisel, every effort that he poured into this thoughtful gift. She ran her thumb along the cool metal, feeling the small dips from the carvings.

"Ekko... this is beautiful," she breathed out. She turned the watch over again and noted every detail. The font. The wispy design that framed the glass. The thin hour, minute, and second hands. And the Myosotis flower painted behind the numerals and clock hands, the petals painted in grey, but its centre painted yellow around the dial.

A fever crept its way into her chest, where it pulsated and bloomed, threading its way through every part of her. He made this for her. Spent time putting together the little pieces. Carefully engraved personable details.

All for her.

While thinking of her.

Ekko remained awkwardly quiet and still, examining her face for every minute reaction to the gift. He saw genuine awe, a gentle adoration shining in her eyes as she turned the watch this way and that to make sure she saw it in every angle. A smile played at the corner of his mouth.

I love her, he thought.

"I love it," she said.

He reached for her before he realized what he was doing, his hand curling along her jawline, hugging her face in his palm.

She turned her attention to him, her eyes gleaming.

"Good," he said, his thumb skimming across her lips so faint it left behind a tickle, causing her to part them. He collected some of the moisture between the seams of her lips, using it to wet them.

His face moved towards her so quickly she hardly processed his movements until his lips covered hers.

His eyes closed and his lips moved against hers with a gradualness. Slow and steady until it was red hot and incendiary. His hand dropped to her hip, the pads of his fingers gouging her shirt in attempt to inch her closer to him.

She felt his tongue sweep past her teeth then spiral around hers, slick and gliding. She reached up and gripped his upper sleeve as she drank him in, feeling a sudden thirst that could only be quenched by him.

Heat gathered in her lower abdomen, and he must've sensed it because he leaned closer before gathering her into his arms and standing without moving his lips from hers. Her arms circled around his neck to hold herself steady, the watch still in her hand, encaged under her fingers.

He pulled away and pressed little kisses to her jaw. "How far do you want this to go?" he asked against her skin, his breath turning to vapor on her flesh.

Her eyes opened and caught sight of his dreadlocks, rolling closed again moments later. She wanted him. Needed him. All of him.

"As far as it can."

Ekko's nose flared, his eyes shadowing over with desire. His response was wetter kisses that made their way back to her lips. He licked into her mouth and prod at her tongue.

The kiss was deep and delirious, silky and wet.

She returned his kiss until he pulled away to press his forehead against hers, squishing his dreadlocks between them.

He nuzzled her nose with his, eyes remaining closed as he unknowingly shared his face paint with her. "I'll take care of you."

She believed him.

He carried her up the stairs after manoeuvring her hair so that he didn't accidentally step on it.

She hid her face in his neck, eyelashes fluttering against the underside of his ear while she pressed timid kisses to his pulse point.

His grip on her tightened and he struggled not to stop mid-climb and pin her against the wall.

In the bedroom, he eased her down onto the old, scratchy blankets making the bed.

Her head dipped into the sole pillow, her hair flowing around her like chocolate and plum rivers that waterfalled over the edge.

He stood straight to pull off his coat, leaving it abandoned on the floor.

The mattress sank under his added weight as he joined her. He leaned over, pausing for just a moment when he noticed his white paint smeared across her nose. A slow smile formed on his lips as he leaned in, locking his mouth to hers once more.

Seconds into the kiss, she responded by matching his intensity.

Each smooth glide of his lips on hers fed the growing heat between her legs. It was a type of burn she hadn't felt before. Not even when they made out on his throne before he pleasured her. The scorch of emptiness. The ache to be filled. Filled by him.

His tongue fought its way into her mouth, where it explored like it hadn't ever before. Licking up her taste. Caressing her tongue. Punctuating his claim.

His hands sailed along her sides, fingernails catching in the rumples in her shirt. They trailed their way to the middle of her abdomen, the tips of his fingers teasing the top of her waistband. He kept them there, giving her time to stop him if she happened to have changed her mind.

She only kissed him harder.

He pushed past the waistband on her pants, then her panties, stopping only when he felt the start of her slit.

They groaned into each other's mouth when his middle finger slid between her folds, smearing through her collected wetness.

He ran the finger up and down her slit, rubbing against unparted folds, feeling her soft skin and slick arousal while listening to the pleasing wet sounds that it made.

Momo whined into his mouth, her arms rejoining around his neck to hold him close. She felt his finger press more firmly into her slit and slide upwards to stroke along the side of her clit. It started out slow but progressively grew more deliberate.

He swept measured circles around her clit, increasing the speed of his finger gradually, easing her into it, having learned from last time.

She moaned into his mouth, her sounds growing in urgency the more he touched her. The pad of his finger pressed directly onto her clit, and she cried. Something electric shot down her legs, numbing her feet and sending sparks up her spine.

He pulled his mouth away from hers, his lips wet from their shared moisture. "I've been dying to taste you again," he murmured and then pecked her lips before she could respond. Over and over and over, while his finger moved faster and faster and faster.

He kissed his way down her neck while shifting his finger lower. He teased her opening and toyed with her inner labia, building anticipation before easing into her. Just like before, her insides clenched against his finger. He couldn't wait to feel her around his cock instead. Tight, hot, and wet.

She whimpered, her body trembling while he nudged his finger in and out of her, her thighs trembling and rubbing together.

He pulled his finger from her and freed it from her pants. He leaned back, his lips parting from its unfinished trail down her neck to her shoulders.

Her eyes cracked open, which went wide when she saw him lick away her wetness that had dripped down between his fingers with one long stripe of his tongue. She swallowed, witnessing his eyes roll back and close.

"So fucking good," he said once he dropped his hand from his mouth, his eyes opening to reveal the haze casted across them.

She noticed his pupils had widened, his irises now more black than brown.

"Need you so bad," he ground out, his fingers dipping underneath her shirt just so. His gaze raked up her body, pausing on her breasts, then moving upwards to look into her eyes. "But only if you still want it."

This was beyond want. This was agonizing need.

"Please," she practically cried. "Please please—"

"Shh, I've got you baby."

A silent gasp fled her mouth at the nickname, fresh wetness spewing from her pussy from the word alone.

He lowered himself while his hands worked their way up, pulling her shirt with them. He stared at the bruise on her tummy, which remained painfully dark. "My poor girl..." He pressed feathery kisses around her navel. "So sorry I wasn't there to stop it."

Her breath fluttered and hitched at his tickling kisses and the new way he was talking to her. His words... his voice... she wanted him to talk to her like that forever.

Like she was precious to him.

Like he loved her.

Her body tensed then liquified when he licked a line up her tummy, tugging the rest of her shirt up at the same time until his hands reached the cups of her soft-pink bra. He explored the silky material with his hands, palming her clothed breasts, pulling another whine from her.

"Can I take it off?" he asked, pulling away once his tongue had reached the underside of her bra.

She peered down at him and nodded a yes.

He pulled back. "Sit up for me baby."

That nickname again. It sent simmering desire through her veins, infinitely multiplying her arousal. She wondered if he could tell.

She sat up, and he carefully pulled her shirt off her. Her hairs stood on end, the air cool against her newly naked arms.

Ekko dropped her shirt over the edge of the bed then took a moment to just look at her. He had seen the raised markings lining her arms before, but it was still painful to see again. His eyes fell closed for a moment and he exhaled slowly through his nose. She had gone through so much pain and was forced to carry the physical reminders of it everywhere she went. He would take care of her, this time promising it to himself. They would learn pleasure together. He would master her body, memorize her reactions and sounds.

When he opened his eyes again, he realized his quiet stillness must've caused her to feel insecure. She was hugging herself and looking away from him, unfallen tears pearling in her eyes.

"Mo... look at me."

Her eyes made their way to his and she looked at him through the blur of her tears.

"Please don't hide yourself. I want to see all of you. Every freckle... every scar... everything that you are... deserves to be loved."

Her bottom lip wobbled and she blinked, the tears finally breaching her waterline and rolling down her cheeks. His hands reached for hers, and with a gentle tug he pulled her arms from her torso. To her surprise, he didn't let go of her hands, instead bringing both of them up to his lips.

He pressed soft kisses along each of her finger joints, then her knuckles, the back of her hands. The further he kissed, the more he opened his mouth. His lips traveled up her arms, taking turns kissing each and every scar on both of them, determined to replace the pain they represented with love.

Each kiss caused her chest to stutter and her body forget the feel of the bed underneath her, instead lost in the sensation of his wet lips.

Once his mouth reached her biceps, he pulled his face away and laced her arms around him.

She tangled her fingers into his shirt, bunching the fabric into her hands. She wanted to feel his skin on hers.

He moved closer to her so he could rest his chin on her shoulder, then his arms snaked around her in search of the clasp on her bra, where he struggled for a bit until finally it gave way, the straps going loose on her shoulders.

Ekko's chin lifted from her shoulder to lean back. He held her gaze while he pulled the garment down her arms. He dropped it onto the floor, paying no mind to where it landed.

He looked her chest all over, etching the sight of her breasts into his mind. They appeared to be a little less than a handful, round and perky, her areolas and nipples a few tones darker than the rest of her skin.

"Fuck..." His fingers twitched, his palms starting to sweat in anticipation.

She felt her nipples harden from the new exposure, sending goosebumps across the swells of her breasts that prickled their way across her torso and bled over her shoulders then down her back.

"So fucking beautiful," he said, practically a moan. His hands moved upwards to scoop the soft lumps into his palms. His teeth grazed his tongue when he felt her erect nipples poke his skin.

She released the quietest of moans when he squeezed them, her eyes falling closed, but would soon snap open again when he dragged his thumbs over her sensitive nipples. Her whole body shuddered, a deep-rooted groan forming in her throat.

"Lay back for me," he said, whispering the instruction and dropping his hands from her chest.

She nearly whined at the loss of contact. She laid back down, her ferocious hair already messy and getting everywhere, bunching behind her neck.

He leaned over her and kissed her desperately. Hungrily. He was starved for her. His cock had grown so rigid he thought it might've been the hardest he's ever been. His blood pumped with potent arousal, his heart racing. He needed her more than he ever needed anything before in his life. It was agonizing.

But he forced himself to hold back. Momo was fragile, both body and mind. He would rive himself apart before he allowed himself to be rough with her.

His hands were everywhere. Her sides. Her hair. Her arms.

He parted from her lips with a wet pull and sat back. He pulled the strap of his coveralls over his head and dropped it, a square metal chest plate unveiling underneath the front when it flopped and folded. He shed the metal sheet and then his shirt, dropping them over over the edge of the bed.

Her eyes drifted towards his newly exposed torso. She'd seen him like this before back when she treated him after he was poisoned, but never this close. His muscles were thoroughly hardened and defined, a ladder of abs climbing his abdomen up to his pecs. Her gaze drifted lower to the deep groove that curved over past hips and led down between his legs.

He worked hard for that body, years of training to build muscle and vigilante activity moulding it into what it was today. But that wasn't the only evidence of his work. His dark skin was carved with various scars, each of them different sizes and shapes, coloured different shades depending on the severity of the injury. She recognized some of them. The bullet wounds she had treated all those years ago.

He was gorgeous.

She felt bewitched.

He grabbed her ankle gently and raised it. He ducked underneath it so that he could settle between her legs, then released it down onto the bed next to him. He bent over her, his chiseled torso brushing against hers as his head traveled upwards. His chest pressed flush against hers, flattening her breasts against his hardened muscles. His forearms rested on either side of her to hold his weight up.

She placed her hands on his shoulders as soon as he was close enough to do so, the hand holding the pocket watch he had given her pressing the warmed metal against his skin.

He dropped his head and captured her lips once more. He kissed her thoroughly, his tongue delving into her mouth.

The tips of her fingers pressed into his shoulders as he ravaged her mouth, losing herself in the sensation. Her breaths were forced through her nose, every inhale bringing with it his musky, woodish scent.

Abruptly, the kiss slowed, his tongue retreating from her mouth. They kissed with just their lips.

Slow. Gentle. Soft.

A sensation caught in both of their chests, a blossoming, unravelling warmth that opened like the petals of a flower in the sun.

This wasn't just sexual attraction.

It was pure adoration.

Years in the making.

Each individual experience leading them to each other, their fates winding and braiding together.

This was right. This was good. And it was theirs.

Irrevocable love.

There but confessed by only one.

Could he tell how she felt by the way she kissed him back? Or when she gazed into his eyes? Could he feel it in her fingers on his skin?

His lips slid from hers, but wouldn't give her time to miss them before they pressed to her chin. He descended down her body, his mouth leaving behind kisses as he moved.

She jerked when she felt the hot wetness from his tongue dragging a slow trail from her chest and down her sternum, drawing a damp line between her breasts.

He paused there, and she felt his nuzzle his face between them.

Her chest rattled with a soft laugh.

He could feel it, and it prompted him to peek up at her, the sloppy remains of his face paint dragging a white trail between her breasts.

She ducked her head and met his gaze, his innocent eyes causing her to laugh again. "What are you doing?"

"You're so soft," he murmured, his words muffled by her skin.

She could feel his lips move as he spoke, and she bit the tip of her tongue.

He kissed the insides of both breasts. "...and warm." He repeated the action. "...and perfect."

Her face softened. Her free hand moved away from his shoulder and felt its way upwards. It paused at his right ear, her thumb tracing the side of it, then the cartilage down and to the pierced lobe. She lightly grasped the silver loop earing, the metal cool between her fingers.

"You keep saying I'm perfect... but I think that... you're the one that's... perfect."

His eyes widened, irises flickering.

She smiled down at him while her hand slid to the back of his neck, then up the faint fuzz of hair shaved close to his scalp. Her fingers explored the dreadlocks in his bun, careful not to get her nails caught in any loose, curly strands.

He didn't respond, instead pressing another kiss between her breasts. This time he ventured down, kissing his way down her tummy until her reached the waistband of her pants. He peeked up at her, keeping his lips on her skin.

Was he asking for permission? Again? She smiled once more and nodded.

He sat up and started removing the remainder of her clothes, starting with her boots. They landed on the floor with a thud. He pulled her pants and panties down at the same time then dropped them on top of her boots. He even took off her mismatched socks, pausing to stare at her toenails that adorned sparkly, apple green nail polish.

She wiggled her toes, and he smirked.

"Cute.”

He sat back on his heels and grasped her ankles.

She flinched when he kissed the soles of her feet, the sensation tickling.

He kissed his way up her legs, her legs sliding up his shoulders the further he went. He positioned himself so that his weight was being held up by his elbows, his hands running up and down the outside of her thighs. He nuzzled his face against her left thigh then pressed his mouth against the soft skin. He looked up, catching her gaze and holding it.

Her breathing quickened then stalled when his mouth finally met her folds, forcing a whimper from her throat.

He flattened out his tongue and licked a firm strip up her slit, starting at the very bottom and stopping at the top. He did this repeatedly while groaning out his pleasure at the taste, sending vibrations through her pussy and up her lower abdomen.

"E—Ekko—please—"

He groaned again, slightly louder this time. He caved his tongue and swirled the tip around her clit.

She twitched and trembled, his tongue sending electric currents shooting to her toes. She moaned out, her fingers curling in his dreads, creating a slight pull that made him groan once again.

His tongue slowly sped up, accustoming the sensitive nerves to the pleasure he was about to pull from it.

When his lips wrapped around her clit and he started to suck, her hips tensed and canted, trying to run away from the pleasure.

He grasped her hips and pressed them down, holding her still while he continued to work her with his tongue. The thought that he was doing this to her, bringing her this pleasure, causing her to writhe, felt rapturous. Euphoric. A type of high that could never be replicated by a drug.

Her grip on the watch tightened, fingers twitching. She cried and moaned, unable to stay still.

He let go of her hip on the left side to position his forefinger at her entrance. He pushed it inside then dragged it in and out of her.

"E—Ekko—I—I—" Her eyes rolled back, her jaw clenching and her eyebrows slanting.

Encouraged, he pulled his finger out then added his middle. He crept both fingers inside, feeling each internal ridge and crevice.

Her heels dug into his back, her throat straining with continuous moans and the roof of her mouth tingling.

"I—I can't—"

You can, and you will, he thought, not letting up. He curled his fingers, prodding at the soft, upper muscles.

She gasped raggedly then went abruptly quiet, her eyes slamming shut and her brow pinching. The warm and fluttery pleasure in her lower abdomen was almost done being wound up. She held her breath.

She came with a cry, her back curling away from the mattress and her thighs clamping the sides of his head.

He kept the same pace, riding it with her. Slickness flooded out of her, drenching his fingers and knuckles. He slurped and sucked.

Her orgasm faded, the pleasure on her clit replaced with rawness. Her body twitched as Ekko continued pleasuring her with his mouth and fingers. She whined in protest.

It was too much.

"E—Ekko I can't—"

Until it wasn't enough.

She moaned unexpectedly, a second orgasm approaching, much faster than the first.

"Fuck fuck fuck—"

Everything dulled, the only thing left being the sharp pleasure between her legs. She moaned and moaned, awash in sensation.

His name repeatedly fell from her mouth as she broke apart, but she couldn't hear herself.

Ekko pulled away only when he was sure she was done, sucking her clit into his mouth once last time, tugging on it as he withdrew to clean her up with his tongue.

Momo panted, her eyes rolling behind her eyelids. Her brain had gone numb, her body tingling.

His kissed each of her thighs then finally parted from her. He shuffled off the bed, standing next to it.

Her eyes opened, blinking slowly to clear her vision. She turned her head, finding Ekko standing instead of on the bed. Their eyes met and locked.

He held her gaze while unbuckling his toolbelt, letting it drop to the floor, the metallic bits and trinkets in the various pockets jostling and clinking at the collision. He kicked off his boots clumsily, one of them getting thrown underneath the bed accidentally, but he didn't acknowledge it. His thumbs hooked into the rim of his pants and stared into her eyes for several moments before pulling them down his hips with his underwear.

She looked away only when his cock was freed from the barrier of his pants, springing free and bobbing. It was slightly slanted, pointing upwards. His skin was darker around the base, growing lighter towards the tip. She thought he might've been above average in length and girth, if she recalled what she read in one of her biology books correctly. A band of skin connected his foreskin to the head, which was slightly rouge and peeking out of the dark sheath, a tiny slit at the very tip. Between his legs dangled his heavy balls.

She visibly swallowed and slowly looked up at the ceiling.

He stepped forward and picked up her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "You okay...?"

She closed her eyes, giving herself a moment before nodding and reopening them.

"It isn't too late to stop if you want—"

"No—No I don't want to stop. I need you, Ekko," she assured firmly.

He searched her face for any signs of hesitation but found only absoluteness.

She sat up slowly without pulling her hand free from his. She ogled his cock then blinked, averting her gaze to peer up at him. "Can I... touch it...?"

"It's yours to do whatever you want," he said softly.

Her heart glittered at his words, then burst when he slowly lowered her hand he was holding, guiding her until the tips of her fingers met the top of his cock.

She remained still at first, even after Ekko had released her hand. It was hotter than she expected, burning like a fever. Slowly, she ran her fingers along the length of the top. His skin here was velvety soft and raised with trails of veins, a sleave of flesh covering his rigid shaft.

Ekko's jaw stiffened at her fluttery touches. They were so light, he thought he might lose his mind if she kept it up.

Tentatively, she wrapped her fingers around it then stilled, peeking up at him to make sure what she was doing was okay.

His eyes were half lidded, his jaw set.

She moved, sliding her hand upwards then back down again, gaze dropping to watch her movements. She noticed the muscles in his thighs tense, becoming more defined.

"Does it feel good...?" she asked him.

His mouth opened and the breath he'd been holding rushed out. "It does." He reached up and thread his fingers through her hair, combing through the strands.

Encouraged by his words, she quickened her movements, pumping him up and down, watching his foreskin stretch back with each push then slackening at every pull.

His legs trembled where he stood, and he let out a long groan.

"Fuck—Momo—"

Her hand spasmed around his cock at his pinched tone, his arousal audible in his voice. She was doing this to him. She was making him feel good. The realization caused her pussy to ache with renewed yearning.

Her strokes were clumsy, and yet still felt so good. It was the first time he'd been touched like this by a hand that wasn't his own, and it brought a type of bliss that he wasn't able to feel on his own. He moved his hand from her hair then slid it across her cheek, caressing the side of her face and stroking her freckles with his thumb.

Her hand slowed to a stop at his touch and she looked up at him.

He gave her a small smile, his eyes soft with adoration. "Lay down for me." He felt her fingers twitch around his dick at his words. He reached down and grasped her hand, unraveling her fingers and dropping his own between them, pressing their palms together. He leaned down and snagged her lips with his, kissing her delicately.

She fell back until she felt the rough blankets against her shoulder blades and elbows, taking him with her. Her arm whose hand wasn't holding his folded around him, her closed fingers pressing into the center of his back as she continued to fist the watch.

They maneuvered until her head was resting against the pillow again, and he encouraged her knees to fall open with soft touches with his free hand, their joined hands resting beside her head, surrounded by wisps of her hair.

He crawled between her parted legs while their lips remained pressed together, his tongue licking at the seams of her lips once they were both comfortably settled.

She parted them for him and felt as he started to lick into her mouth. She felt a sudden heat poke her thigh, causing her to jerk.

He kissed her harder, hungrily eating at her mouth.

She whined into the kiss, and he wasn't sure if it was from impatience or something else.

She felt his lips curl into a smirk on hers before he finally pulled away.

"So needy..." he teased. But then his expression straightened out, growing more serious. "I don't want to hurt you Mo, so you need to tell me if something hurts, okay? I'll stop."

She viewed up at him silently. She remembered Belladonna mentioning it could hurt for girls the first time they had sex.

"But I don't want you to stop."

He stared down into her eyes, then exhaled an extended breath through his nose. "Just—promise you'll let me know if I'm hurting you."

"Okay..."

He leaned back and grabbed his cock, shuffling closer to her and looking down to watch it nudge her unparted folds. His teeth bit into the insides of his bottom lip as her slickness smeared onto his cockhead. He opened her slit with the tip and slid it up and down, collecting more of her arousal, the friction creating lewd wet sounds.

She tensed and whimpered at each glide through her folds, her pelvis quivering with anticipation. She wanted him to fill up her emptiness and stay there for the rest of time.

He pushed his cock down, notching it at her entrance, but when he tried to push forward, the head of his cock slipped on her wetness, missing her opening and instead gliding through the part of her folds and nudging her clit.

She twitched and let out a surprised moan.

"Sorry—" He tried again, his tip butting between her inner lips at her tight opening. He pressed forward slowly, breaching her entrance.

Every muscle in her body went tight at his intrusion, the girth of him putting demands on the work he'd done earlier with his fingers to open her up.

He kept a hold of his cock as if it might do whatever it wanted and ram into her if he didn't. He grunted through clenched teeth, her wet warmth a tight hug around the top of his cock as it tried to force him out. "So tight—" He fell forward, finally releasing his dick. He needed to be closer to her for this, feel her skin pressed against him. He dropped his forehead against hers and pressed soft, fleeting kisses to her lips.

Her thighs locked when she felt a resistance inside of her break way, her hand clamping down on his. Her lower abdomen burned with an internal fire and the air rushed out of her throat in the form of a whimper.

He came to a sudden stop at the pained sound and lifted his head to look at her. "Momo? Are you okay?"

"Hurts—"

His eyes widened and he started to withdraw in a panic.

"No—" She locked her legs around him, her heels digging into his ass. "Please—I want this. I just need a minute..."

His eyes fluttered closed, her movements causing her to impale herself further onto his dick. He released a tense breath, his eyes opening once more. "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

He leaned forward at her confirmation, kissing her. His freehand found its way to her cheek, his thumb tracing constellations on her freckles.

She kissed him right back, lips gliding against his, matching his gentleness.

After several moments, he pulled away and pressed his forehead against hers again.

"I love you, Momo..."

Her breath caught in her chest. Before she could properly process his confession or respond, his lips were on hers again.

He kissed her and kissed her.

And she kissed him.

He slowly moved again, tentative and leisure. He pulled his lips from hers. "Is this okay?"

She swallowed hard and nodded.

"You're so perfect..." Little thrusts at a time, he tunneled himself deeper, feeding her pussy with his cock, her muscles keening at the stiff intrusion, until finally, he met the end of her, their pelvises meeting.

Ekko stills, his whole body gone rigid from the consuming tightness clamped around his dick. He lifted his head just enough for their eyes to lock, where they both become transfixed by the absolute feeling of completeness.

Her insides twitched around him, his cock making her entrance feel like a burning ring.

Unbeknownst to them, all three clock hands of the watch secured in her hand came to an abrupt stop.

4:44.

He kissed her again, ravaging her mouth to distract her from the long drawl of his cock withdrawing as he pulled back.

She whimpered against his lips, then again when he shifted, rolling his hips and working his cock deeper as he thrust back into her. Then again, each gliding withdraw arriving slicker than the last.

"Fuck fuck—" he groaned out, lips ghosting over hers as he pulled away just so. "You feel so fucking good—"

She moaned and panted, their breaths swirling together as they both exhaled through their mouths.

The world outside of the safehouse stopped moving, gone still with the time. A phenomenon unnoticed by them.

"I—I don't know how long I can last—" he warned shakily, his hips already starting to tremble.

She squeezed his hand in response, and he squeezed hers in return.

His mouth strayed from hers to press kisses to her neck, which soon lowered to her chest. He pulled back slowly, his hand dropping from her cheek. He grasped her breast and gave it a light squeeze, his mouth closing in on her nipple. His tongue swirled around the hardened bud, wetting her areola.

She moaned, her pussy clenching around his cock.

He moaned on her nipple at the sensation, then switched breasts, sucking her other nipple into his mouth.

His thrusts remained maddeningly slow, each push and pull handled with considerable restraint.

Her moans died into a whimper when he pulled away from her chest.

He licked a pathway up to her neck, where he kissed and sucked, leaving behind little, darkened patches that brought back her moans.

He started to move just a little faster, tension building in the base of his cock. He raised his head to peer down at her with half-closed eyes, his mouth parted.

"You pussy—" His eyes rolled back and momentarily shut. "So good—" His nose bunched, his teeth grinding together, eyes snapping open again. "Shit—fuck—where—where do I—"

"Inside," she said, her one arm hugging him closer while her hand tensed within his.

He released an extended groan, his hips stuttering as he forced them to continue thrusting forward. His balls churned and drew tight, his cock twitching and convulsing inside of her.

She looked up at him in awe, witnessing the muscles in his neck visibly strain as he continued to plunder into her. His jaw fell open, a look of utter ecstasy consuming his face as he stared down at her. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

"Fu—Fuck!"

His thrusts started to jerk as he felt his climax rush up from the base of his cock to the tip and spurt outwards. He pushed out his release, spewing onslaughts of his cum inside of her. He groaned louder than before, his ears ringing and blood burning under his skin.

She moaned quietly, faintly aware of the new fullness he had pumped deep inside of her.

He fell forward, trying his best not to put too much weight on her. His chest heaved, his body slick with sweat.

The watch finally ticked.

4:45.

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Fanfic summary:

Shimmer is back.

Two years after the war with Noxus ended, a new gangster emerges within the undercity.

Daunter is a ruthless chem-baron who has reformed the city's drug empire. He refloods the streets with shimmer and gains the title 'Silco's Heir.

The Firelights are back in commission after two years of lax, taking down exports just like the days when Silco was still alive.

When the group arrives at an export and finds it already taken down with the barrels drained of shimmer, it becomes apparent that Daunter and his gang aren't the only ones they need to look out for. They had competition. Or... did they?

Ekko finds himself involved in a seemingly endless cat-and-mouse chase with another gang leader, a woman who moves like the wind. He wants to know what her motives are, but he has to catch her first.

Ekko x OC | Slowburn Romance | Enemies to Lovers

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