#freakybomb

Notes: hiii my loves its nice to see you here again<3 i wanna give a big warning here that the consensual non-consent and also the impact play in this fic is pretty heavy so no hard feelings if you don't feel like reading!!! anyone who is still here i hope you have a lovely time reading:3 . ݁₊⊹. ݁˖ . id like to thank my love bug for brainstorming this fic with me, it was a huge, huge help and i am so very grateful, i wouldn't have been able to do it without you<3

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Powder lays back in Ekko's bed, curled up in the sheets. She's been waiting for him to come home for what feels like hours. He's really taking his sweet time. She's been stuck on page one-hundred and thirty-four of whatever book she's reading for the last hour— far too impatient to actually take in the words on the page. She doesn't even remember what she's reading; she's been led there for so long watching the words blur and dance across the page.

She hears a click come from the other side of the room— the sound of the door opening— and her ears perk up but she doesn't look up, pretending to be engrossed in whatever fucking book she's got in her hand right now.

The energy in the room instantly shifts when he crosses the threshold. She immediately smells gunpowder and smoke when he slams the door behind him. He's pissed.

"Powder,"

She raises her eyebrow, just enough to let him know that she's acknowledging him.

"Fucking— Enforcers in the Lanes…" he mutters.

She lets out a soft snort as she huddles into the blankets, wrapping them around her tighter. Fuck, he needs her.

"Powder, look at me," He's getting more and more impatient by the second as she pretends to ignore him, "Baby…put that down and take your clothes off for me, yeah?" Ekko climbs onto the bed, bracketing her thighs with his knees, straddling her.

"Mmm…" She thumbs over the page of her book, not bothering to look back up at him.

"Powder…please— I— I need you…"

"Give me a minute, I'm reading," 

And they both know that's a lie.

"Please, baby?"

A small smirk creeps onto her face, still refusing to meet his gaze, "Make me,"

He snatches the book out of her hand, holding it above her head before he reaches forward and grabs her face, "Make you?"

She glares at him, her stare challenging, the light glinting wildly against the soft blue of her eyes.

"Baby…you're usually so good for me, letting me take it all out on you, hm?" He digs his fingers into her face harder.

She bites into her cheek, letting her eyes wander towards his soft, full lips before she rolls her eyes and tries to pull away. Oh, she's playing with fire and he is more than happy to join. He pulls her downward and pushes her back until she's laid flat beneath him, he leans closer to her until he's mere inches away from her face.

"Ekko…"

"What, baby?"

She bites her lip, letting out a quiet whine. 

He inches closer to her, letting his nose brush against hers, "Do you always have to be such a damn brat?"

She shoves at his hand, pushing him off her. He laughs— the sound dark, menacing— before he grabs her wrists and pins them down above her head, moving to hold them in only one big, rough hand. He's more than strong enough to hold her down with one hand, using his shimmer to tighten his grip, etching stripes of pink into her pale flesh.

He reaches into his bedside table and she hears the soft clink of something metal. Her stomach drops, immediately knowing what it is, trying to squirm out from under his iron grip. He clamps a cuff down onto her wrist before looping it around the headboard and attaching it to the other. The metal is cold, unforgiving, digging into her wrists and keeping them exactly where he needs— out of the way.

She looks up at him with a panicked expression, and before she knows what's happening, his lips are on hers. He wastes no time in sliding his tongue into her mouth, exploring every corner like he's trying to burn the shape of her into his head. He holds her face between each hand, keeping her still, keeping her pliant while he shoves his tongue down her throat. When he pulls away he leaves a string of saliva connecting them, and she finds herself craning her neck forward slightly, chasing his touch. He runs his thumb across her bottom lip before dragging it down her chin, leaving a small trail of spit down her face.

"You're mine,"

"Please— Please—" Her voice is high and unsteady, edged with feigned panic.

She tries to squirm out from underneath him, yanking on the cuffs he had tightened so carefully.

"Shh, shh…shhhh…" He puts his hand over her mouth, silencing her desperate little pleas, "Quiet for me, okay?"

She furrows her eyebrows and tugs on the cuffs again, letting a muffled whine out from between his fingers. He bites his lip, feeling the blood rushing through his body, feeling the adrenaline coursing through his veins at the sight of his prettiest girl bound and so vulnerable for him. She's his most precious prey and he's nothing but a dangerous, unforgiving predator. 

He shifts himself just enough that he can pull the blankets from her body and he freezes, "You're— You're wearing my clothes—" he says, eyeing the oversized black top and loose boxers she wears— she looks like she's drowning in them, the fabric swallowing her frame whole— he's so damn obsessed, "Fuck, you're cute— Did you miss me that much, baby?" He pulls her thighs apart so that he can sit between them and he strokes his hand down the soft, delicate skin there— his touch gentle, reverent— a stark contrast to the situation unfolding.

She gasps as he frees his hand from her face and she turns her head away indignantly, "Fuck you,"

"Such a mouth on you…" he laughs quietly.

He reaches past her head to the little collection of things he pulled out of the bedside drawer and he dangles a thick, black, leather gag over her face, taunting her. Her eyes widen, looking back at him in shock, she barely manages a quiet whimper before he pushes the ball of it into her mouth and fastens it securely behind her head. He strokes her face softly, quietly admiring her desperate, fearful expression as she looks back at him with wide, teary eyes.

He leans in, brushing his lips against her ear, his breath hot on her skin, "You gonna listen for me now, baby?"

She whines something unintelligible through the gag, and he just chuckles under his breath, "Oh, sweetheart, I can't hear you…"

He takes her earlobe into his mouth and scrapes his teeth over it as he pulls the hem of her far-too-big shirt up just enough to expose her midriff. He slides his hand over the soft trail of blue hair that leads down her lower abdomen and his fingers dance at the band of the loose, black boxers she wears. He raises his gaze to study her expression for a quick second before he dips his fingers underneath and quickly finds her hot and wet between her legs. He flicks his tongue over her neck as he circles his finger around her already swollen clit, and he hears her gasp in shock, the first point of contact electrifying as he presses his fingers against the soaked, sensitive little bud there.

"God— You're— You're so fucking wet, baby— You need this, don't you?"

She shakes her head, squeezing her eyes shut as she does to avoid his intense gaze, his eyes boring into her from below, pinning her under him.

He just laughs— low, ruinous— and he yanks her briefs down to her ankles, despite her kicking her legs out at him, and throws them over his shoulder— fully uncaring of where they land. 

"Telling me no?" he says, prying her thighs further apart, perfectly exposing her slicked cunt to the cold air, "You're dripping, Pow, making a mess on my damn sheets. Pussy needs this just as much as I do…" He pauses, bringing her thigh against his face and nipping at the skin briefly, "I wanna breed her— Fill her up until she can't take any more of my cum, yeah?" He strokes her face softly, in awe of how beautifully vulnerable she looks when she finally submits to him, "Fuck, Powder, you're gonna look so damn pretty with my baby in you…"

She nods slowly, hesitantly, her eyes shiny and brimming with tears as she looks back at him. He almost looks shocked for a split second, expecting her to put up more of a fight. She's the goddamn prettiest distraction he'll ever see.

"Yeah?" he says softly.

She blinks back at him, fluttering her lashes in a way that almost makes her look innocent as he absentmindedly caresses her waist. She bucks her hips up at him in a moment of impatience, already chasing his touch. He smiles down at her and takes time in unbuckling his belt before pulling it through the loops with a swiftness that's near threatening, and pulling his trousers, boxers— ones that match hers— and the rest of his clothes off and throwing them to the side, letting them collect in a pile on the floor. 

He leans forward and presses a kiss to the front of her throat, earning a low, broken groan from her. He sucks the skin into his mouth as he uses one hand to tip her head back and out of the way— giving him more room to work— as he trails his fingers down her body once more and slips his ring and middle into her dripping cunt. Soft little moans tear from her throat as he curls his fingers along the hot, slicked walls of her pussy. She rolls her hips, her thighs twitching as she does— so fucking needy— grinding into the heel of his palm that's pressed against her clit.

She spent so long waiting for him to get back she's almost completely done with pretending she doesn't want it, doesn't need it. All she wants is for him to be inside her again, filling her up, stretching her out until she breaks, and she can't even tell him that, can't even beg for it in that pretty, raspy, whiny voice she knows drives him mad.

She tries to demand he fuck her right this second, but of course the sounds all jumble together as her tongue licks over the ball of the gag invading her mouth. He snickers to himself against her throat because he knows. Of course he knows exactly what she needs, but he doesn't need her to know that. He bites down on her neck, laving his tongue over the thin, sensitive skin as he begins to pump his fingers into her harder. She slings her legs over his back, trying to pull him closer. Please get closer. 

"Needy little slut, hm?" he snickers, pulling back from her neck and slipping his fingers out of her pussy, "Thought you didn't want it? Fucking liar,"

He watches smugly as her cheeks flush red in embarrassment, he strokes his hand down her heated face and slips a finger underneath the strap of the gag, tugging on it a little— a small reminder of who's in control— before he leans forward and kisses her cheek. 

He takes her thigh in one large hand and pushes it up to the side of her chest before using his other to guide his hard, leaking cock towards her soaked cunt. Her body welcomes him in so willingly, so eagerly, cunt gripping onto him and making his head dizzy as he edges forward. He picks her other leg up and shoves it upwards, laying her with her knees nearly flat either side of her before he pushes forward, plunging halfway into her. She's so ridiculously dripping wet, the only resistance he faces is how goddamn tight she is, her cunt clinging to him, gripping him like her body can't decide whether to suck him in further or to halt him right where he is.

"Shit, baby— You gotta relax a little— Gripping me so damn tight—"

She heaves in a sharp gasp, closing her eyes, feeling him slowly feed another inch into her.

"That's it, that's my girl,"

She lets out a soft squeak, her legs trembling slightly as he holds them apart. Maybe he could have stretched her out a little more first, but after everything that's happened today, he's fucking desperate to just shove his cock inside her and fuck her until she breaks. 

She moans out, digging her fingernails into her palms as his cock presses into that sensitive, gooey little ball of nerves inside her. He stills for a second, letting her breathe. That first thrust always knocks her off her feet and makes her see stars, makes her dizzy. He groans quietly, watching her squeeze her eyes shut tighter and knit her brows together as she gets used to the feeling of her pussy pulled taut around him.

"Look at me," he demands, digging his fingertips into her thighs, "You're gonna look at me while I fuck this wet little pussy, you hear me?

She feels her heart drop at his filthy words, all her blood rushing down, down. She opens her eyes to the sight of him leaning over her, his long locs spilling over his shoulders and tickling her face as he studies her expression carefully.

"You're so beautiful like this, baby," he says, drawing back slowly.

She takes a sharp breath in through her nose as he pushes back into her, his cock immediately finding the softest and most sensitive part of her as he moves. He presses kisses into the side of her face as he motions his hips against her, his breath fanning out over her cheek— hot and damp— and Powder finds tears pricking at her eyes as she pulls on the cuffs uselessly. It's so much, so, so much already.

"You're pretty, you're so pretty, Pow—" he mumbles into her skin.

Powder gasps, arching her back as he feeds his dick into her again. She didn't expect him to be so…soft with her, especially after cuffing and gagging her. She had waited all day for him to come back and just take everything out on her— hard, fast, relentless— until she couldn't even form a coherent thought anymore. And yet, here he is with his lips against her skin, whispering praises into her ear while she's too helpless to refuse them.

Perfect.

He whines in her ear as he begins to pick up the pace, his fingers trembling as he holds her legs open for him. All he had dreamt about was coming back home to his favourite girl and getting to fill her up— fuck her until all she can think of is him, him, him. God, she always looks so fucking perfect when she's all fucked out and full of dick. How lucky he is to get to be the one to have her while she's so perfectly vulnerable for him. He speeds up, his skin slapping against hers, and he buries his face in the crook of her neck, feeling himself getting close already, the sensitive tip of his cock dragging over the hot, silky walls of her cunt as he begins to fuck into her with reckless abandon. He keeps no precise rhythm or pace, just wanting her to be full of him, wanting to make her completely and absolutely his, wanting to mark her in every way possible.

She lets out the softest little whimpers as she takes him, her body shaking slightly against his. She feels that coil in her gut tightening with every thrust, making her cunt cling to him harder and harder, dragging him deeper and deeper with every desperate, urgent undulation. Ekko feels himself beginning to tip over the edge just as Powder's vision starts to blur and her body goes limp—

"Nonono no no…" he mutters against her skin as he starts to spill thick, hot cum into her tight, slicked-up pussy, "Hmhn, fuck— That's a good girl, that's a good fucking girl for me…"

"Fuck, you were close then, huh?" He stutters to a stop, halting her cresting orgasm as he pants against her neck, "God— Not yet— Not yet, Pow Pow. You have to earn it," His voice comes out completely breathless, every other syllable seeming to crack as he fights to keep control over himself, "You remember— You need to be good if you wanna come—"

God, does he wanna throw those rules out the window right now. He loves to watch as she falls apart beneath him, the sight perhaps being one of his favourites in the whole world. It's addictive, the way her face contorts and she struggles every time to keep eye contact with him as she falls over the edge. But now…he wants to ruin her, wants to see how many times he can hold her release over her head until she can't take it anymore, until she's crying and trying to beg him over and over to just let her finish. That would make today worth it.

"You remember this?" he asks, his voice low as he picks up a toy from beside them and holds it for her to see. 

The soft blue of the vibrator shines dimly in the light of his bedroom as he holds it over her face. Of course she remembers it. She nods slowly, knitting her brows together. She's fucked. She's so completely and absolutely fucked if he's planning on using that on her. The toy always brings her to the tipping point so damn fast— too damn fast. She knows full well just how much he loves to drag her right to the edge and then punish her for not being able to hold herself back. It's not fair. It's so completely not fair. But that's the fun of it, right? 

She tries to beg him through the gag— tiny, high-pitched 'please's barely making themselves heard to him while she shakes her head and tries to close her legs.

"No? But you deserve to feel good, sweet girl…" He says with mock sweetness, voice dripping pure honey, "But you're not gonna come until I say so, okay?" He clicks the button on the end of it, turning it on, shoving her thigh against her chest harder as he brings it down against her clit, "My good girl…listening to me so well," He lowers his voice, his eyes half-lidded— emitting a hazy, pink glow that shines against his face, "You're gonna take what I give you and you're gonna like it,"

She shuts her eyes tight and gives a small nod, already feeling sensitive and overwhelmed as he presses the toy into her. 

"That's it," he says as he slips himself back into her, "You take it so well every time, baby, such a good girl for me,"

He pulls the neckline of her shirt to the side and latches his mouth onto her collarbone, sucking little purple bruises into her fair skin as he fucks his cum further and further into her. She lets out the softest, sweetest little noises that are like music to his ears.

Ekko trails his lips up her neck until he can just barely touch them to the side of her damp cheek, "You wanna come for me, baby? Do you wanna come on my cock, hm?" he says, his voice soft and teasing, taunting her with the orgasm he won't give her yet.

She nods as a tear slips from her eye, trying to speak, the gag making her unintelligible, only letting spit dribble out from under it.

"Look at you…fucking drooling on my cock. God you're—" He presses his lips to her neck again, thrusting his hips forward, making her cry out softly, "You're so perfect. My perfect girl,"

She turns her head away from him, beginning to get overwhelmed as he fucks her slowly, softly, her pussy clinging to him with every motion and dragging him into her harder and harder, her walls making soft schlick, schlick, schlick noises with each thrust. He groans into her skin, feeling as her cunt pulses around him from the overwhelming vibrations of the toy pressed against her exposed clit. 

"You feel so fucking good, baby…So tight— So wet— Fuck…I needed this…" 

He mutters soft praises into her skin, keeping his lips against her the whole time, making sure she really, fully feels him— all of him. He parts his lips and drags his tongue up her neck slowly, painfully slowly, and she lets go of a soft whine, the noise barely there but just enough for him to know that she likes it. Her breath hitches as he starts to speed up a little, her legs beginning to tremble as she holds herself back from coming. Not yet. Please, please not yet.

Ekko knows. Oh, he knows how much she's struggling, but he loves to make her wait, loves the control he has over her, almost as much as he loves to make her feel good. He scrapes his teeth over her soft flesh and clicks the button on the end of the toy again— turning up the intensity— making her shut her eyes and shake her head, her hands balling into fists as she fights back the tidal wave of pleasure starting to overtake her.

He digs his fingers into her thigh as he holds her leg up for him; her skin trembles beneath his grip, electricity crackling along every nerve as he pounds into her and circles the toy around her clit in a tandem. She feels that anxiety and adrenaline begin to spike, her heart pounding in her chest as she whines and shakes her head side to side desperately, just knowing that he's going to force her to tip over the edge soon, just knowing that he's going to punish her for doing so too.

"What are you shaking your head for, hm? You don't want me to fill you up, sweetheart?" he says, all mocking and condescending.

"Hmnh— Mmmnh—"

"Oh, Pow Pow, I can't understand you, sweet girl, you're gonna have to try better than that," He slides his thumb under the bottom of the ball, collecting her spit on the pad of it, smirking as her eyes widen and she pulls on the cuffs sharply.

She gives up on trying to struggle in any way, her body growing limp as she focuses on controlling the growing heat pooling in her lower abdomen and does everything in her power to hold it back. He sends wave after wave of vibrations through her clit, pressing the toy against her harder, stirring the knot in her gut tighter and tighter as he chases his own orgasm again. His body is so close that it traps her under him and forces her legs apart with him between them, each thrust making them jolt helplessly, the force of his hips against hers making her weak, unable to fight.

Powder lets out a loud, drawn-out moan, digging her long, sharp nails into her palms and yanking on the cuffs as she does, her body reacting completely by itself to the pleasure he gives her. Tears begin to spill from her eyes, overwhelmed, knowing she's fighting a losing battle. 

Ekko laughs under his breath, "You're crying now? That's cute, baby…You're a mess, look at you…Dumb whore crying and drooling on daddy's cock, hm?"

Powder shakes her head desperately before she throws it back and squeezes her eyes shut hard. She's there. Right fucking there. She panics, high-pitched little moans tumbling out from behind her gag and her nails scratching uselessly over her own palms as he continues fucking his cum into her.

"Are you gonna come?" he taunts, "I already told you, baby, not yet," He drops her thigh and grips her face in his hand roughly, "Only good girls get to come, isn't that right?" 

Powder heaves in a sharp breath through her nose as she feels herself begin to slip, the feeling overtaking her despite all of her efforts to hold it. Ekko raises his eyebrows and slows so much he almost stops, pulling the vibrator away from her as he does.

"Only good girls get to come," he breathes into her ear.

Ekko pulls out with a whine, still hard and covered in the slick evidence of her arousal, he sits back on the balls of his feet, letting her legs drop down and splay out in front of him. He takes his fingers and trails them from the indent of her ribs and down, down until he can run them over her aching clit. She flinches at the contact, oversensitive and far too needy.

He takes his ring and middle finger and pushes them inside her slowly before grabbing the back of her thigh and shoving it back up to her chest. He leans into her, pressing his lips against her sternum before dragging them down her stomach, over her abdomen, finally landing with his mouth hovering over her clit. He parts his lips and darts his tongue out experimentally, slipping it over the swollen little bud, earning a low, prolonged groan from her before wrapping his mouth around it and sucking.

He pumps his fingers out once, twice, before he smiles into her— almost menacingly— and begins to shove them in and out, drilling his fingers into her hard, hard, harder, watching as she shakes her head back and forth and tears drip down her shiny, red-stained face. He feels her clit start to twitch in his mouth as he sucks it in, letting his teeth scrape over it ever-so-slightly, and her walls begin to swell and close in around his fingers. He quickly adds a third, making her cry out sharply. The combination of his fingers pushing into her relentlessly and the feeling of his tongue on her clit has her vision going black at the edges. She suddenly feels her cunt splash clear, hot liquid all over his face, most of it getting in his mouth and starting to drip down his chin.

"That's it, sweetheart…" he groans, picking up the pace somehow, chasing her orgasm, dragging her right to the edge, right where he wants her.

Each thrust forces a small wave of her ejaculate to spurt out from her and paint his lips, his hand, her thighs, in her release. He feels her legs begin to shake and her body tense up, getting close again. He snickers to himself and stops dead, giving one last suck and pass of his tongue over her pussy before pulling away and pulling his fingers out. She whimpers softly, rolling her hips, needing it, needing him.

"You wanna come so fucking bad, huh?" he teases, throwing her legs over his shoulders, "God—" He pushes back into her and leans down until his lips brush against the shell of her ear, "You look hot when you cry,"

He kisses her cheek gently, touching his lips to the strap of her gag. She lets out a tiny noise of protest, turning her head away, tears still streaming down her face as he ruts his cock into her. Ekko grabs her chin between his thumb and forefinger, keeping her head still, before he parts his lips against her skin and flattens his tongue on her face, licking from her chin and up and up, over the strap, up her cheek, tasting her tears, licking them away.

Powder feels her face heat up, it's humiliating, the feeling of the gag forcing her mouth open, forcing her into silence while he enjoys her pitiful little sobs, trailing spit up her face while she's completely unable to fight back. Despite it, she feels blood rushing straight through her body and into her cunt, making her pulse around him, he chuckles against her skin at the feeling.

"Taking this dick like a fucking whore, baby," he murmurs, slowly pulling back to look at her, "Are you a whore, Powder? Answer me, baby," He smirks, "Ohh, that's right, you can't," 

She shakes her head, a little protesting whine slipping from her throat, feeling her cunt tighten around him again.

"No?" He moves to press his lips against her ear once more, his breath scorching into her skin, "Why can I feel you clenching around me when I treat you like one then, hm?"

She shakes her head again, trying to refuse his words, trying to plead her innocence.

"So fucking cute…" he whispers before he grabs the back of her thighs and starts thrusting into her harder, rougher, his skin slapping against hers and making her whole body tremble beneath him.

He bites down into her neck hard, forcing her to cry out and yank on the cuffs desperately, the chains of them rattling as she does, cruelly reminding her of how completely at his mercy she is. 

He laughs breathlessly, "This is exactly what you needed, baby. I should've put you in your damn place so long ago," Ekko feels himself drawing closer again, hot threads of electricity coursing through his body. 

God, he's gonna be tired after this. 

He can feel the air getting thick around them as he fucks her, their heavy breaths making the room hotter, heavier, thick with the smell of sex. Ekko finds his chest heaving as it drags along her— no, his— top, every motion of his body pushing it further and further up her chest. 

He thinks he's fucking lost it by now, his head clouded over and the thought of wanting to fill her up over and over and over being the only thing bouncing around in there. 

He licks up her neck messily, sucking and biting down on the skin, marking her, branding her. She'll remember. He'll make sure she remembers.

He slows just a little— so fucking close— favouring a rougher, slower pace, forcing punched-out little moans from his pretty, blue-haired girl with each thrust, "Fuck, fuck—" he groans, his fingers shaking as his nails dig into her thighs, his cum spilling out into her and overflowing around his twitching cock.

She whimpers as he pulls out, fresh tears coming down her face and further making a mess of her. 

"Fuck—" he murmurs, "So pretty…" He strokes her cheek gently, quietly admiring her face— flushed red and filled with nothing but desperation.

He kisses her neck, guiding his hands up her sides and underneath her top, letting it bunch up above her chest, finally exposing her perfect tits to the slight chill of the air. He's never going to get tired of the sight of her exposed and bare for him, never going to get tired of worshipping every single last inch of her. He moves down and takes a pert nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over it, around it, sucking on it. Powder moans quietly, wrapping her legs around him, trying to pull him closer. And of course, he lets her, pressing his body as close to hers as physically possible as he gently scrapes his teeth over the soft peak of her breast.

"So fucking perfect…My perfect fucking girl…" he whispers, breathless.

She tries to beg him, please, but the sound is unintelligible with her mouth stuffed full and forced open. But he knows. He really, definitely knows. When he pulls back, he brushes his thumb over her damp cheek— slick with spit and tears— and tucks the stray hairs sticking to it behind her ear.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, we're not done yet," He smiles softly, cradling her face in his hand.

He caresses the undersides of her breasts, slowly running his hands down the sides of her body. He takes in the mess he's made of her, her eyebrows are furrowed in concentration and pure want, her face and her chest flushed bright pink with exertion, her body damp with sweat, spit, tears, cum. Ekko kisses the side of her face, thumbing over the strap of the gag that keeps her good for him, and he pulls away, admiring her big, shiny, round eyes, her eyelashes sticking together and sparkling with tears, looking like morning dew on a blade of grass, and he can't help but think of how beautiful she looks right now.

"You okay?" he asks, his voice low, soft.

She nods quietly, her chest heaving in and out as she struggles to catch her breath.

He hums to himself, pleased with her answer, and he picks her legs up and slowly slots himself back inside, whimpering a little at how sensitive the head of his cock has become. He keeps his pace languid, gentle, watching as her breath picks up and catches in her throat, watching as her chest heaves, making her small tits bounce a little. She's perfect. She's so goddamn fucking perfect. He could bask in the sight of her like this forever and never get sick of it.

Powder sobs quietly as she feels heat stirring and blooming in her lower abdomen faster and harder than before. She gasps as he pushes forward, his cock repeatedly pushing against that oversensitive, gooey little bundle of nerves inside her. She whines out— loud and high— and scrapes her nails over her palms, trying to ground herself just enough to not come on the fucking spot. 

And then he picks up the vibrator again. 

Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

She hears him snicker to himself as he clicks it to the highest intensity and then slips it over her aching, swollen clit. She jumps as it makes contact, the pleasure so overwhelming it hurts. She shakes her head, desperately pulling on the cuffs, and he laughs. He fucking laughs.

"So responsive…Something's got you all worked up, hm?" He leans in, brushing his lips against her ear, "You better not fucking come yet, you better be a good fucking girl and hold it,"

She tries so hard to tell him she can't, she can't do it, but all he hears are those desperate, high-pitched little whines coming from her as she tries so hard to speak. All she succeeds in is making herself drool pathetically, her spit seeping down her chin and down her neck. It feels…dirty…almost. Fuck.

"Y'know what…maybe I am feeling nice today,"

"Beg," he says, reaching behind her head and unbuckling the strap that keeps the device in place.

When he pulls it out, it comes away with a wet string of spit attaching it to her tongue, and she gasps loudly, immediately letting a loud, unrestrained moan pass her lips.

"Please—" she chokes, "Please, please, please, plea— Please, Ekko— Mnhnfh, fuck— Please—"

"Ekko?" he asks, cocking his head to the side, "That's not my name right now, baby,"

"Please, d-daddy…" She bites down on her lip, looking at him with tears in her eyes.

"That's better…" He kisses her chin gently, rocking his hips against her as he does.

His lips come apart and he darts his tongue out against her face, licking up her cheek before nipping at the skin slightly.

"My pretty girl, all mine," he says, closing his eyes, flicking his eyelashes over her cheek.

Powder moans out as he picks up the pace once more, "Uuhhfmn— Ple-e-ease—" she sobs.

Is he seriously going to keep making her wait?

He chuckles under his breath before he whispers in her ear— his breath hot, damp, and menacing on her skin, "Beg prettier,"

Powder wants to fight him, wants to do something in retort, wants revenge for humiliating her, but, fuck, more than anything she wants him to let her come.

She whines, squeezing her eyes shut and furrowing her brows, "Please—" she says through gritted teeth, "Fuck— Please, please, I-I'll do anything—" She whimpers— loud and high, like a wounded animal— as he latches his teeth onto her neck once more, "Plea— Please, daddy— Please let me come— Please, p-please let me fucking come—" Her voice gets higher, more broken, more desperate with each word until she rolls her hips, arching her back, and finally whispers, "Please, daddy…"

He smiles against her neck, satisfied, "No,"

"Wh— What?" 

There's no fucking way he made her beg for it like that just to refuse her. Did he fucking plan this? Did he never intend to let her finish in the first place?

"Oh, baby, I know you heard me…" he says, licking a path up her throat, "I just like hearing you beg like a little slut," 

He presses the vibrator into her harder, a taunt. He's going to make her come on his cock anyway. Not a taunt. A threat. She knows what's coming and she feels her heart fucking drop.

"Ekko— Ekko, ple— Mmhn f-fuck— Please— I can't— I-I can't hold it— Pl—" she cries, her voice broken and raspy, tears spilling hot down her face as she clings to her very last ounce of self restraint, her nails digging into her palms so hard she swears it could draw blood.

"You better fucking hold it, I haven't told you you can come, Pow Pow. Be good for me, yeah?" He nips at her neck briefly before straightening himself up, using his new position to slam into her, "Now, shut up and take this dick like a good girl,"

Powder panics underneath him and she scrambles, kicking her legs in a pathetic attempt to get away from him. And Ekko? He chuckles to himself at her struggle, grabbing one leg and slinging it over his shoulder, using the leverage he has to drive his cock deeper, rougher, harder.

Fuck.

She thrashes her head back and forth, her breath getting caught in her throat as she gasps and lets out the most wrecked, desperate moans. She feels her heart drop in her chest as she realises that there's no stopping it anymore.

"Ekko—" she cries, arching her back, "F-fu— I-I— I'm gonn— Gonna fu— Mmnhn— Hmnhfn—"

He smirks to himself as he watches her body go limp underneath him and her fingers tremble as she digs her nails into her skin, her eyes glazing over with tears as she begins to peak, feeling the start of the heat blooming and tingling deep in her gut.

And then he stops, pulling out and dropping the vibrator— ruining her orgasm— leaving her gasping and shaking, pausing for a split second to watch in giddy fascination as her cunt pulses and flutters around nothing. He snaps his head back up when he hears her sob quietly, his eyes leaving a trail of glowing pink behind with the swiftness of it.

He inches forward and grabs her face, digging his fingers into her cheeks, "What did I tell you, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice low, rough, threatening.

She bites her shaky lip as tears paint her face fresh, a tiny little moan slipping past her lips.

"What did I tell you, Powder?" He shakes her head in his hand.

"I-I'm sorry— I'm sorry—" she stutters.

He pauses for a moment, thinking, "Close your eyes for me, sweet girl," he says, running his thumb over her cheek carefully.

"W-what—? Why?" Powder makes a tiny noise of protest, feeling fear bubbling up below the surface with how…calm he is.

"Why? Because I told you to," He digs his fingers into her cheeks, forcing her gaze towards him.

—

"I want you to threaten me," she says, her voice teasing, dripping sin, and rounded out with sweet uncertainty.

Ekko looks up from what he's doing with his jaw slack, not entirely sure he just heard her right.

"What?"

She rolls onto her back, hanging her head over the edge of the bed and looking at him with wide eyes, her hair spilling over the edge of the mattress and her bangs lifting off her face, making her look almost comical with what just came out of her mouth.

"You didn't hear me? I want you to threaten me," She bites her lip, "I think it would be hot,"

Ekko stares at her incredulously from his desk, slowly putting his tools down and coming over to her, making the mattress sink down under his weight as he sets himself beside her.

"Uh, you mean—?" He twists a loc between his fingers nervously, not entirely sure how to speak about this with her, "When…When I'm fucking you?"

She springs up, her body hurling forward as she sits up to face him, she rests on one palm, putting it on the sheets right in between his legs as she talks to him, "It— It's okay if you don't want to, I get it—"

"No— I‐I mean…" He glances off to the side, "How?"

"Just like— Uh— I don't know— An empty threat I guess?" She leans into him, "Make me scared," she whispers playfully, her eyes wild and intense as she flutters her lashes at him.

"But what if—" he starts.

"Safeword, dumbass, we have one," she teases, rolling her eyes, "But seriously, if you don't want—"

"No I— I do—" He strokes her cheek gently, "I wanna make you feel good, Pow," 

He smiles, suddenly all cocky and confident, "If that turns you on—"

"Ekko—" she hisses, shoving at his shoulder, embarrassed to become the subject of his teasing despite how thickly she lays it onto him.

He hums to himself contentedly, his hand finding the back of her head and pulling her towards him, kissing her softly, the smile on his face never leaving as his lips meet hers.

—

"You see this?" His mouth tugs into a smirk— dangerous and cocky— and he pulls out a small vial of shimmer from his bedside table and holds it over her face, letting her eye the sickly, sparkling pink of it nervously— the metallic, saccharine smell of it so strong it seeps through the cork on top, "Keep being a brat and I will use this on you,"

"N-no, please—" She shakes her head, pressing herself backwards into the sheets to put as much distance between them as her cuffs and the fact that he's sitting on top of her will let her.

"You wanna be like me, pretty girl?" he asks, his voice dripping threat, his eyes seeming to glow brighter and more menacing— just like that vial of liquid addiction— as he speaks.

She whimpers, shaking her head, her face frozen in fear. He chuckles to himself. Oh, how fun it is to have her so completely at the mercy of his madness.

"You're gonna listen to me then, right?" he says, thumbing over the cork— one final threat.

She nods desperately and cautiously closes her eyes.

He lets out a pleased hum and drops the vial, stroking his hand over her cheek, taking a moment to just stare at her, her face red and plastered with tears, sticky with spit, her chest heaving nervously, nipples peaked and swollen from being sucked on, her fair skin decorated with the prettiest little bruises. Oh, how he hates to have to punish his beautiful, perfect girl.

Her breath hitches as she feels him shifting himself to get closer to her. Don't open your eyes, don't open your eyes.

Ekko bites his lip as he watches her face twitch in fear, in anticipation. He takes her chin in his hand, tilting her head up ever-so-slowly before parting his lips and spitting down at her face. It lands on her cheek, just below her eye, small parts of it splattering across her skin, letting her feel the chill that's barely there hanging in the air.

She whimpers again, biting into her trembling lip as he spreads it across her cheek with his thumb, drawing little circles into her skin. She feels so fucking degraded, humiliated, being forced to bend to his every will, her body frozen in shock beneath him and unable to do anyth—

Slap.

She cries out as she feels his palm strike the same cheek he just spat on and her eyes fly open to greet the sight of him hovering over her with his pink eyes glinting dangerously and his palm raised high in the air.

"No. No, baby, close your eyes. Listen to what I tell you," He brings his hand down slowly, watching her flinch a little as he caresses her cheek gently, "Now, what do you say?"

She closes her eyes again, gritting her teeth, her eyebrows knitted together in a grimace, "T-thank you, daddy,"

"That's a good girl," And he slaps her again, harder this time, her cheek flushing pink where his hand struck.

She lets out a soft little squeak, yanking on her cuffs, letting the chains rattle against the headboard.

"Do you think you get to come without permission?" he asks, giving her another hard smack, "Stay still for me, sweetheart, you can take it,"

She stills her struggle, squeezing her eyes shut tighter in anticipation.

"I-I'm sorry— I'm sorry—"

Smack.

"Dumb whore can't help but come on my cock, huh?"

Smack.

"P-please—"

"You know how much I hate to hurt you, Pow, but you need this," he says, brushing his thumb over her cheek.

"I'm sorry—" she whispers, her lip trembling, feeling all the blood in her body rushing straight into her cunt, making it drool and drip onto the bed below under his control.

She heaves in a shaky breath as she feels the heat of his body on hers, his breath hot on her skin as he brings himself closer. She feels him smile against her cheek as she begins to shed fresh, fearful tears. He licks up her face slowly, collecting the salt on his tongue, groaning through his heavy breaths as he tastes her. As he flattens his tongue into her flesh he gives her a hard tap against her cheek, and another, and another, and another.

"You're so fucking pretty," he groans into her.

Fuck. She can't help enjoying it when he hurts her, her body always seeking contact— impact— because it keeps her alive, makes her feel electrified. And she wants more if anything, wants to keep playing into the fear of it, wants to keep guessing what his next move might be, but she knows him, and she knows he's done now, and that's okay.

She can feel the cold of his hard, slicked cock against her hip as he holds her, as he scrapes his teeth up her cheek and darts his tongue out against her flesh in the most feral, animalistic kind of kisses.

"You're all fucking mine," he moans, his voice cracking in growing urgency, grinding down onto her as he nips on her skin, "Tell me you're mine, Powder, tell me how bad you want me to fill you up again, tell me you want me to put a baby in you— Please, fuck— Please, baby—"

"I'm all yours," The truth, the whole truth, "B-belong to you,"

"That's right, Powder, you belong to me, good girl,"

She nods, leaning into his touch, "Fill me up again, please— Want you to breed this pussy— Please, please, I need you,"

"Fuck— God— Good girl,"

He slides his hand down her body and shoves two fingers into her wet, dripping cunt, making her cry out, "This pussy," He curls his fingers, hitting her g-spot in a way that sends a jolt of electricity through her gut, "is mine. Mine to use. Mine to fill,"

"Y-yours," she says as her cunt pulses around his fingers.

He smiles, smoothing his hand down her stomach, caressing her skin with a reverence that starkly contrasts his rough treatment of her. He loves her. He loves his fucking perfect, blue-haired girl so fucking bad.

He thumbs over the gentle curve of her waist, deep in thought. He can't be soft with her. Not today. Not when she takes him so well. Not when she cries and whimpers on his cock but still begs for more.

"Pussy's dripping everywhere, baby," He leans in, his eyes glowing dangerously against the soft light of the room, "You like it when I threaten you? When I hurt you? Dirty fucking whore, you're just as crazy as me,"

"Maybe I am…" She bites her lip, "C'mon, baby, use this pussy already,"

He laughs under his breath, shaking his head, "You have no idea what you're asking for,"

"Show me then," She smirks, her lip cocking up into a teasing grin as she spreads her legs further apart for him.

He picks her legs up slowly, easily holding her thighs up in either hand, and he edges forward until his cock slides through her slick folds. As the head bumps into her red-swollen, oversensitive clit, she flinches, her face twitching in…pain? No, not quite. She grabs onto the chains of her cuffs in an effort to brace herself. It's going to hurt. After all this teasing and denial she knows that when he finally allows her to finish, the pain is going to be just as deliciously intense as the ecstasy. God.

"You want this cock?" he asks, rubbing it over her wet little hole.

She nods and nods so hard her head could fall off, "Please— Please—"

He smirks to himself and pushes into her, burying himself all the way to the bottom in one smooth motion, making her yelp and yank on the chains, her thighs beginning to shake as his cock runs over her g-spot.

"That feels good, doesn't it, princess?" he says, his voice all syrupy sweet, already drilling into her with an almost brutally fast pace.

"F-feels— Mmhgh— F-fe— Ekko!" she gasps as he draws out and shoves right back into her.

"My poor girl can't even speak properly, hm?" he teases.

He slams back into her, his damp skin slapping against hers with the force of it and making her cry out. He feels her pussy clamp down onto him as her walls swell, gripping him so tight he almost comes right there. Not yet. Not yet. He scrapes his nails over her thighs as he feeds his dick into her again, desperately trying to ground himself, desperately trying to ignore the urge to just finish inside her right now. He feels like his head is floating away, the feeling of her cunt clamping down onto him so fucking delectable he wants to just lose himself inside her. But Ekko knows his limits; if he finishes now he won't be able to keep going, and all his denial and teasing will have been for nothing.

"I want you to come for me, baby, can you do that, sweetheart?" he asks, reaching a hand forward to slowly trace it down her trembling, overheated body.

She nods, biting into her lip, her face all red and slick with sweat, a shiver running along her spine and pooling low in her belly with her blatant and painfully obvious need.

Ekko smiles as he leans forward, pressing a big, warm hand to her lower abdomen, putting pressure just above where he can see the bulge of his cock inside her.

"You feel that, Pow Pow? Me inside you? S-such a good girl for me— Taking this dick so well—" He tips his head forward, breathing out shakily, his hair falling into his face as he does.

She nods again, her expression twisting and contorting with the pleasure that bites and frays at the edges of her mind, "E-Ekko, I— Mmnh— Ah!"

"Shh, shhh, it's okay, just let go baby, you've been so good for me, sweet girl,"

"Ekko— E-Ekko— Kiss me— Kiss me, please—" she gasps.

Kiss me. Oh, he's so horrendously fucked. 

He hooks her legs over his arms, leaning into her in such a hurry he almost slips out of her, but his lips are on hers in seconds. He doesn't give a single fuck how sloppy it becomes, eagerly sucking on her tongue and letting her bite his lip, their teeth clashing together with an urgency that leaves them both moaning and panting into each other's mouths.

"Call me a whore— Tell me I'm yours— That you own me— Please—" she gasps in the split second their lips part from each other.

He groans, shutting his eyes, trailing hot, wet kisses along her cheek until his lips are against the side of her head, "You're all mine, Powder— My good little whore, yeah?" He thrusts forward, emphasising his words, "Such a fucking perfect slut for me, letting me use this pretty fucking pussy," he moans into her ear, his voice cracking in heated desperation, "Taking my dick like you were made for it,"

She nods quickly, her breath catching in her throat as he pounds into her, "More— M-more—" she begs, arching her back against him.

She hears him curse under his breath into her hair, pressing his lips against her before he talks again, his voice coming out in a broken growl with how impassioned he is, "You're mine, you're mine. My girl, all mine," 

He picks up the discarded vibrator and presses it against her, the angle awkward with how his heavy body has her pinned underneath him— damp skin dragging over damp skin with every motion of his body— but it doesn't matter because he just manages to get it onto her swollen, oversensitive clit— the soft, rumbling bzzzz it makes shooting straight into her gut and further stirring her oncoming release.

He suddenly feels hot, wet warmth splash against his lower abdomen as he whispers filthy words into her ear. He groans— long and deep— all the blood rushing to his head at the thought of how good he's making her feel. Because Ekko is nothing if he can't make his prettiest girl feel good.

"Hnhnmn— Daddy—" she cries out as she feels her cunt spurt out onto him again, soaking them both.

"That's it, that's my girl. C'mon, baby," he breathes out, circling the toy over her cunt faster, "Tell me how good I'm making you feel,"

She squeals as he thrusts into her again, tugging on the cuffs, wanting to lock her arms around the back of his neck and just pull him close, "It feels good— Ah! Mhmnm— It feel— F-feels good—"

He trails his lips down to her neck, breathing hot and heavy over her skin. Powder shakes underneath him, every inch of her skin quivering as he gives it to her, as he cages her under him with nowhere to go— just how she likes. He mouths emptily over her neck, licking up the skin slowly before biting down on it, feeling her tighten around him as he does.

"Ekko— E-Ekko!" She wraps her legs around him tightly, making sure he's completely buried inside her, and she moans out— loud and unrestrained— as it presses the toy into her harder, "Plea— P— Mmh— I'm gon— Mhmhn—"

"That's it, pretty girl, that's it, come for me— Come on my cock, Pow,"

"I love you— I-I lo— I love you—" she bleats out pathetically as the knot in her lower abdomen tightens and snaps suddenly, forcing hot threads of electricity to spread and course through her whole body, "I love y-you—" She's barely there, her eyes glassy and far away as tears stream down her face with the feeling overwhelming her so, her orgasm hitting her harder than any other she had experienced before.

Ekko groans loudly into her skin as she trembles beneath him, he takes her face in his hand and kisses her, her lips wet and warm on his. It's filthy, so fucking filthy, but it only spurs him on to keep fucking into her, dragging her through her orgasm and overstimulating her, making her squeeze her eyes shut hard as she takes him. Because she wants him. Just one last time. Please.

The lock she has on him with her legs thrown around his back starts to get lazy, her body going slack and her legs shaking uselessly, jolting in time with each rough, sloppy thrust, every inch of her skin trembling and shivering as he keeps the toy sandwiched between them— too busy chasing his own high to worry about overstimulating her. She can take it. He knows she can take it, if only for a little bit, but that's all he needs anyway.

She's mumbling something, idle and far away, barely even realising the soft little noises passing her lips as he fucks into her. She squirts out onto him again and again with each thrust; she's surprised that she even has anything left to give with how many times he pushes her over the edge. 

Ekko presses his lips to her cheek over and over, peppering her with kisses, a quiet 'I love you' while he hammers into her— his pace rough, urgent, desperate. And he feels the string begin to pull taut inside him.

"N-no m-more—" she whines, shaking her head, her face flushed bright red and streaked with tears.

"Shh, sh, shh, you can take it, Pow," he says sweetly, because she can and he knows it, "Gonna let me— F-fuck— Gonna let me use this sweet pussy until I'm done,"

"Fuck— Powder— Gonn— Gonna put a baby in you—" he manges to grunt out amidst each broken, laboured breath, "Gotta— Gotta make sure i-it sticks—"

She moans all high and pathetic, thrashing her head back and forth, kicking out her legs; it's not a no, he knows it's not a no, only a testament to how much it all is. And she's coming again, screaming out as he pounds into her and forces her to finish again, the band inside her winding around and snapping so harshly that it hurts, it hurts so fucking deliciously. He can't help it. He really can't help the way he fucks into her— hard and fucking relentless— skin slapping against hers and dragging over it, her pussy making a continuous string of wet smacking noises with the way she's so fucking drenched around him as he shoves his cock into her. Because it just feels so, so good. He's so insanely fucking addicted to her pussy, to her body, to her. She's far too far gone to be even the slightest bit ashamed of how much of a fucking mess she is, how fucking turned on she is— it's not like Ekko would want her to be embarrassed anyway— the only thing on her mind being a constant circle of 'too much' and 'not enough' as he fucks her through the mattress.

He lives to ruin his perfect girl.

"That's it—" Fuck, "Take it— Fucking takeit—" he growls, a shaky gasp passing his lips, making him let go of his harsh grip on her thigh, slamming his fist into the mattress beneath them and curling his fingers tightly into the sheets, needing to brace himself against the feeling of her pulsing around him and clenching down onto him.

He needs to ruin her. More than anything.

She sobs desperately, heaving in a ragged breath as her body relaxes uselessly underneath him, feeling her cunt swell and spurt out onto him one last time, her pussy spasming and releasing everything she has left to give as her release licks fire through her whole body, every nerve and vessel burning as he tips her over the edge, fully melting her into the sheets below— just a dumb, fucked-out little puddle beneath him.

"F-fu-uck, that's a fucking good whore," he groans, scraping his teeth up her cheek and moaning into her ear.

As his hips stutter in their movement he begins to spill thick, pearly, cum into her, filling her to the brim, feeling him twitch inside her, making her whimper softly, "Take my fucking cum, Powder, that's it—"

As he slows his pace he gasps, his breath fanning out over her red, flushed face. He's quick to fumble around in the sheets for the little key that unlocks the cuffs— dropping the vibrator to the side in his hurry. He clicks them open, scooping her up into his arms as he slows himself, not daring to pull out yet. She immediately wraps her arms around him, pulling him flush against her exhausted, overheated body, touching her lips to the crook of his neck, kissing him gently as they both heave in breath after breath, panting into the thick, heated air around them. 

Holy fuck.

He undulates his hips slowly, fucking his cum into her, making them both whimper quietly at the overstimulation. 

Ekko chuckles under his breath, breaking the quiet just as it begins to settle over them like dust in the aftermath of an explosion. He wraps his arms around her tighter, pulling her into him as close as he physically can without suffocating her. Oh, how he wishes he could be inside her very flesh in moments like these. But he's okay with having to settle for this instead, their limbs intertwined, lips against each other's skin, his cock still buried deep inside her as his release drools out around him and drips onto the bed below, the only thing coming between them being sweat and their own soft, exhausted pants. He wants to be like this forever, be one with her forever, fuse his soul into hers, meld his flesh into hers and just be one with her. He thinks to himself that there's nothing more beautiful than being so perfectly joined with the love of his life— his worst enemy— just like this. Can it be just like this forever?

"Look at you…" he whispers, pulling back from her a little to get a good look at her face.

He cups her cheek in his hand, holding her, smoothing his thumb over her skin with gentle reverence. 

"My pretty girl…" he says softly, kissing her cheek.

"E-Ekko…" she stutters, tripping up on her words, overwhelmed by the sudden difference in activity.

"Shh, it's okay baby, I've got you," He pulls out of her slowly and turns them over to let her lay on his chest while he holds her.

She mutters something, burying her face in his warm skin, a small sniffling noise coming from her.

"Pow?" he asks, smoothing his hand over the back of her head comfortingly, "You okay, my love?"

She nods, curling up against him, winding her arms around him tightly, "Just— Uhm—" She pauses, picking at a hangnail as she drapes over him, "A little overwhelmed— I guess," She grips onto him tighter, "Don't let me go," she says in a tiny voice.

"Never," he says, kissing the top of her head, "I'm here, baby. I've got you, okay?"

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"How's your face?" he asks softly as he rubs a damp flannel over her cheek, "W-was I too rough?"

She closes her eyes, leaning back into the pillow, sighing contentedly, "Mmmh…it doesn't hurt…"

"Pow?"

"Hm?" She cracks her eyes open a tad, squinting at him as he pauses.

"You— You'd tell me if I went too rough, right?"

She smiles, leaning into his hand, "Of course," 

She watches a little grin quirk up on his face; it's infectious— his joy, his relief— and she'll comfort him no matter how many times he might need it. Always.

"C'mere," she says, a smile lighting up her voice, reaching her arms out to him.

He huffs a soft little laugh and wipes down the rest of her face quickly before chucking the washcloth down on his nightstand and all but throwing himself on top of her, caging her under him in his embrace.

He's warm and he's everything she needs right now. As he nestles his face into the junction between her neck and shoulder, she takes in the familiar, comforting smell of him— warm, soft vanilla, leather, smoke, and…a little sweat, but that only makes her like it more.

"You're perfect…" she mumbles against his neck, "Mine," she adds, pulling him against her harder, listening to the soft little oof noise he makes as she knocks the air out of him.

"Yeah, baby?" he whispers, "I'm all yours…"

She runs her hand over his hair, absentmindedly twirling a loc around her finger, humming to herself.

"We should do that again,"

He chuckles under his breath, lifting his head and turning it slightly to look at her, "Yeah? What was your favourite part?"

"Mmm…when you slapped me and then called me pretty," She laughs, "Hell of a juxtaposition,"

"Mhmm…Well, it's true, you are pretty…" He kisses the side of her head gently, "The prettiest,"

"Can't believe you licked my face," 

He laughs, the tips of his ears turning a little red in embarrassment, "Sorry, I got a bit…"

"Feral?" she giggles, skipping her fingers over his skin, twirling them in a little dance over his bare back, "It was hot, don't worry," She leans in and darts her tongue out onto his cheek.

"Powder!" he groans, wiping his cheek with his thumb in mock disgust.

"Just getting you back," she teases.

As their laughter dies down, they let silence settle over them like a comforting blanket for a little while, reveling in the feeling of warm skin on warm skin— Powder's top still ridden up over her breasts— soft, slow breaths against each other's ears, the feeling of their hearts beating between them, their bodies so very in tune with each other, like they were made just for one another. They like to think that they were made for each other, one so perfectly sculpted for the other that there's no timeline in which they aren't soulmates— even this one, where they're supposed to be bitter enemies.

"Let me cook for us tonight?"

"What?" he says, pulling back from her with the most bewildered expression on his face, "You think I'm gonna fuck you like that and then let you cook for me?"

"But I—"

"No way in hell," he says firmly.

She rolls her eyes— her annoyance clearly fake and broken with a knowing little smile, "At least let me help, you had a rough day,"

"Nope. My rough day is over, trust me,"

"Please?" she says, stroking his face, looking at him with big, pleading eyes.

He sighs, leaning into her hand, "Fine, if you insist. You can…be my taster,"

"Taster?" she grumbles, "That's not even a thing…"

"It so is, now shut up and let me take care of you,"

She groans quietly but doesn't say more, deciding instead to rub her face on his like a little cat. His face is just a little spikey with stubble— the way it scratches against her own soft, smooth skin is comforting in a homey sort of way, knowing that he feels comfortable enough to just be…human with her, to not be perfect, and that in itself is so entirely perfect to her.

"You hungry?" he asks quietly.

"A little…'M a little tired…"

"Sleep, my love, I'll wake you up with food later,"

"No…No I— Wanna come with you," 

He chuckles softly, she's always been a little clingy but he truly doesn't mind, it's endearing in a way, "Let's get you something to wear," he says, peeling himself off her.

She sits up, free of his crushing weight, "I'm stealing your boxers," She grins, swinging her legs over the side of the bed.

"Again?"

"I'll miss you when I leave," She pouts.

As she turns to face him, he goes still for a second, completely and absolutely in awe of how beautiful she looks, her face still a little flushed with that after-sex glow, her hair falling into her face and over her shoulders in a way that makes his heart stop. God, she's fucking gorgeous. He shakes his head, laughing low under his breath. Who is he to deny her, really?

She pushes up off the bed, swinging her feet onto the floor and standing slowly. As soon as she puts her weight on her feet she feels her legs wobble and Ekko watches as she stumbles forward. In what feels like slow motion, the shimmer in his body works to get him to her right away and pull her up into his arms, bracing her against him before she can fall down.

She breathes out, resting her head on his shoulder, a shocked little gasp shuddering out of her, "I think— I think you broke me—" she laughs.

"I've got you," he says, gently gripping her waist, "That's it, lean on me,"

"I'm okay— I'm okay, I swear—"

"You sure?" 

Powder feels her chest clench as she looks at him, he's so concerned. He looks like a sad little puppy and it would almost be laughable if she didn't love him so badly. She gives a small nod.

He pulls her over to the dresser carefully, keeping one firm hand on her waist as he does, and he rummages around in the drawer for a second, "Green or orange?"

"Mmmm…" She leans her head on his shoulder, "Green,"

He pulls away and kneels down at her feet, watching as she covers her face with her hands, her cheeks blushing, "You— You don't have to— I can—"

"Let me help?" He looks up at her with big, pleading eyes, taking her hand in his and giving it a gentle squeeze, "Please, princess?"

She nods again, biting her lip. He's so pretty down there and all he wants is to take care of her, almost like he feels the need to make it up to her for fucking her. But she doesn't mind, really. Maybe it is nice to have someone pamper her for once.

She puts her hands on his shoulders and shakily steps into the boxers he holds out for her, he pulls them up slowly, fitting them snug on her hips, glancing up at her through thick eyelashes with the most adoring look. He rests his hand on the curve of her ass— not possessive, not needy, just…home. He presses warm and gentle kisses into her hip bones, pulling her close to him, holding her hand in his own as he does.

"Do you have any idea how perfect you are?"

She smiles down at him, her fingers coming up to ghost over her lips in an attempt to hide the pink heating up her cheeks

As he rises from the ground he kisses her stomach, her chest, her collarbone, before coming up and pulling her head down to place one last gentle kiss to her forehead, "I'm so, so lucky," he says softly.

I love you.

He brushes a stray hair away from her face, cupping her cheek in his hand gently.

"Now. Food, let's go,"

She tails behind him as he wanders into the tiny little kitchen, his feet padding softly over the cold, hard floor before he starts rummaging around in the cabinets, looking for something to eat. Powder stands there, her eyes fixed on him, travelling down his bare back, admiring the way his long, white hair trails down it in a beautiful contrast to his dark skin, she takes in every curve and angle of him, the way his—

"Powder," he says, turning around, "Sit," He puts his hands on her shoulders, gently guiding her over to a wooden stool sat next to the counter, he sets her down on top of it, giving her a little kiss on the top of her head as he does.

She furrows her eyebrows, shooting daggers at him. She's fine. She thinks he worries too much. She feels like she doesn't deserve him being so very sweet to her like this when they're alone together. But…No, that's a thought for another day.

"Whatchu makin'?" she chirps, resting her chin in her hands.

"Mmm…fried potatoes, how's that?"

"Spicy?"

"Mhm," He nods.

She beams at him, eyes wide and sparkly. He always seems to know exactly what she's in the mood for. She watches intently as he pulls ingredients out of the cupboard and the fridge, and chops up all of the vegetables he needs. It seems like no time at all before the small kitchen is filled with the scent of frying onions and garlic and potatoes. He adds spices and she watches as he stirs the vegetables around in the pan, cursing under his breath as it spits on him a little.

"Ekko, you seem…distracted lately,"

She watches as he straightens himself up at her statement, going rigid in shock, keeping his back to her, "Don't worry about it," he mumbles.

He turns around, his demeanor seemingly unaffected, and he holds his cooking spoon with a little of the potatoes on it out to her, "Try?"

She opens her mouth, letting him feed it to her carefully, and she smiles at him, "They're good," 

"Well, I'm nothing if not an excellent cook," he says smugly, his eyes twinkling with laughter.

She rolls her eyes, grinning back at him, "Put some music on, wouldja? Set the mood for us," She wiggles her eyebrows, half joking.

"Anything for my beautiful girl," he says, leaning in and kissing her forehead.

She huffs out a little laugh, not expecting him to take her so seriously. She watches as he wanders over to his little record player and diligently puts a disc into it. He sets it to play and then holds his hand out to her expectantly as music begins to fill the room.

"Please, you're a terrible dancer," she teases, grabbing his hand.

"Am I? Or do you just have two left feet and always blame it on me when you step on my toes?" He leans in closer to her, threading his fingers through hers, marvelling at how soft her hand is against his.

She sets her hand on his shoulder, pulling him down and kissing him gently.

"You're so pretty…" she says quietly when they pull away from each other.

"I'm pretty?" He pulls her against him by her waist, swaying to the music with her, smiling down at her softly.

She bites her lip, her face turning red at the way he flips her words against her. He twirls her around, making her giggle, pulling her back to him and wrapping his arms around her waist.

"If you…wanna talk…" she offers, leaning back into his touch.

"Shh…" He kisses her neck from behind.

She can't make him talk, it seems, so for now they can dance and sway to the music, and just be.

"Our food's gonna get cold," he whispers, turning her back around and wincing slightly as she steps on his foot.

The music slowly starts to fade out and she rolls her eyes at him, kissing his cheek, "Okay, loverboy, I'll plate up,"

He rushes over to the cabinet, "Nope, I'm looking after you, go sit your ass down,"

She grumbles and stomps off to the table, but she's not really mad, she couldn't ever be mad at him when he's so very sweet for her like this.

When they finally sit down to eat they mostly sit in companionable silence, the quiet blanketing them gently. Powder twirls her fork around in her hand, thinking, fidgeting. She looks up to see him completely absorbed in his food— like it's the only thing in the room— and she silently admires the way his mouth moves, the way his eyebrow twitches a little, the way his nose curves softly. He's beautiful. He's so very beautiful.