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When the Smoke Clears 𖦹 Sleep Paralysis | The Worst is You and I 𖦹 Part Six

Reverse AU Timebomb | Ekko/Powder

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Content tags: Alternate universe — role reversal, Porn what plot/Porn without plot, (Mild) Consensual non-consent, Somnophilia, Smut, Penis in vagina sex, Unsafe sex, Desperate sex, Marking, Biting, Praise kink, Possessive behaviour, (Brief) Daddy kink, Dirty talk, Multiple orgasms, Squirting and vaginal ejaculation, Jinx goes by Powder, Dom Ekko, Sub Jinx, No beta reader

Word count: 4387

Notes: hii loves this is just a short fic that doesn't really expand on ekko and powders story its just smut for the sake of smut because i love them and im feral abt them i hope u enjoy:3 . ݁₊⊹. ݁˖ . thank you so so much @snugbuginrug for helping me with this fic and for giving me the idea to do it in the first place ilysm<33

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It's dark. It's been dark for hours and Ekko can't seem to sleep no matter what. Powder is curled up right next to him, her arm thrown lazily over his chest, half out from under the sheets, legs wrapped around the bunched up blanket beneath her. He absentmindedly runs his fingers through her hair, twirling it around, restlessly combing through the little tangles that appear in her sleep-ridden state. He smiles down at her, quietly admiring the soft, blue halo of hair tangled up around her head as he takes in her tiny little snores.

She's always looked so peaceful— so perfect— when she's asleep, and he's perhaps a little grateful for his inability to drift off tonight, it's not often he gets to see her so quiet and vulnerable like this.

"Ekko…" He hears her mumble, the word slurring off her tongue.

She sleep-talks. Cute.

He watches as her nose twitches slightly before her arm comes around him tighter, pulling herself closer to him. She's always searching for him, it seems.

"Ekko…"

Again. Louder this time.

"What, baby?" he whispers.

She shakes her head, her hair falling into her face as she does.

And then he sees the subtle shift of her hips. She's just adjusting herself. Making herself more comfortable. She runs her hand over his bare chest slowly, tickling him a little. Fuck, he's never going to get to sleep with her being so damn cute like this.

A quiet whine slips past her lips and he watches as she moves her hips again. He can't help looking at her, his eyes scanning over her perfect frame, taking in the sight of his beautiful, blue-haired girl in just a little crop top and dangerously skimpy black panties. But she's asleep, he shouldn't be looking at her like this.

She mutters something unintelligible before throwing one leg over his, effectively clamping his between her own. She's warm, she's so warm against him.

She says his name again, soft this time— barely a whisper— and he feels her grind against his leg.

Oh fuck.

He can feel the heat between her legs as she grinds down against him, and he watches as she shifts her hips back and forth, back and forth. And then, a quiet little moan spilling from her lips. And his name again. She's so damn needy, even in her sleep.

What's she dreaming about? He wonders as she tightens her grip on him. She lays strewn across him, soft little breaths and grunts coming out as she works herself into a fervour against his leg. Ekko strokes his hand over her sleep-matted hair slowly. Don't think about it. Don't think about it. But, fuck, she makes the sweetest little noises and he can't help but wonder what's going on in that filthy little head of hers. Is she dreaming about his tongue on her, eating her until she screams? Is she dreaming about the last time he fucked her stupid? He doesn't know. He doesn't know, but now he's thinking about it and he's very, very hard.

Slowly, he trails his hand down her back—

No. She's sleeping. Oh god, oh god. He rolls his eyes into the back of his head. Focus. He rests a warm palm against the back of her neck— possessive, almost— and he breathes, in…out…slow…one…two…thre—

"D-daddy— Mmhn—"

He's fucked. He's so fucked.

She rolls her hips again and he swears he can hear the faint schlick noise as she moans out the tiniest little whimper in response to her movement. Ekko's breathing picks up a little as he feels her shift against him, her leg coming up higher to create a better angle for herself. She's faster now and he can definitely hear the soft, quiet noises of her wet pussy as she humps his leg.

He closes his eyes and breathes out slowly, trailing a hand down her back until he reaches her ass. He can indulge a little, right? His other hand quickly finds the hardness between his legs and he groans quietly. He shouldn't, he really shouldn't.

Fuck, she sounds so cute and needy, and it's all for him. She turns her head, moaning louder, picking up the pace, and all Ekko can think about is positioning himself behind her…spreading her legs…slowly pulling her panties down and watching as a string of her arousal briefly connects her wet cunt to them…running the head of his cock through her folds…slipping inside her while she's so helpless beneath him…

He almost feels guilty as he palms at himself over his grey joggers, almost. He feels her dig her nails into his chest suddenly, and she lets out a cute little mewl, her hips stuttering against him, and only when he looks down and sees in faint light, a damp patch where she was rutting against him does he realise that she just came in her sleep. Against his leg.

Ekko closes his eyes. Pull it together. Fuck, his own hand isn't doing it for him anymore. All he can think is how…close…her pussy is, how easily he could just quietly slip her off him and get on top of her and slide his cock inside. He imagines how she'd be so wet and warm and inviting and—

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

She moves her hips again, her grip on him shaky, twitchy. There's no way sleep-her still wants more. But she does.

"Ekko…please…"

That's it.

He slides out from under her, careful not to wake her, letting her lie on her stomach on top of the fresh sheets of his bed. He strokes his hand down her ass, palming the warm, plump muscle over her barely-there panties, and he shifts himself until he's sat right between her legs, splaying them out around him just enough to slot himself in between. With shaky hesitation, he puts his hands on her hips and breathes.

He shouldn't. He shouldn't. But she's so needy, so damn needy. Her fucking needy pussy demanding filling constantly, even when she's lost in unconsciousness. He presses the pad of his thumb over the wet spot in her panties. She's soaked.

"Oh fuck…" he breathes out.

Before he can even register what he's thinking, he's sliding her panties to the side, desperately wanting to get a better look. Her cunt glistens in slick arousal, the wetness shining as it coats every millimetre of her folds. He's so greedy. He feels so very greedy as he gently glides two fingers over her hole, feeling how hot and wet she is, and she bucks her hips up in response, sleepily chasing his touch.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He shouldn't, he shouldn't. Well…she did…say he could.

Fuck. Maybe…

He watches her exhale shakily and a quiet little whimper slips past her lips as she rolls her hips again. He's done. He can't fucking take it anymore, his pretty girl needs him and he needs her too. He drags his joggers down, clumsily yanking them and his boxers off in his haste to be inside her. He holds his dick for a second— the skin warm, almost feverish against his hand— and he contemplates maybe fingering her first, opening her up a little for him, but she's so wet, especially from having come already. He feels like he's lost all higher brain function as he sits behind her, feeling wrong, almost, as he languidly strokes his cock from base to tip at the sight of her sleeping form. He feels his dick twitch in his hand as he silently admires the soft, slicked blue hair between her legs. Fuck it.

He lays himself on top of her carefully, pressing his lips against her neck, and he takes his cock in his hand and brushes it over her soaked folds before slowly pushing past the resistance at the entrance of her dripping hole. She's so wet and tight, it's dizzying at first. He draws back a little and thrusts into her, trailing his lips up her neck as he does. His hand grips her hip possessively, listening to the soft little mewl she lets out as he moves inside her.

It feels so good, so fucking good, her perfect pussy exactly what he needed in this moment. His chest presses directly against her back, his warm, damp skin dragging against hers as he slowly, slowly fucks his cock into her. The tiny, breathy little moans she lets out in her sleep only spurs him on further, his head far away, lost in only bliss and the need to be one with her. He kicks her legs further apart, wanting to get deeper. He can move her so easily, reposition her like a little doll and use her exactly how he needs.

He slides his hand underneath her, slipping it beneath the skimpy little crop top and quickly finding one small tit, rolling and pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Usually, her nipples are so sensitive, but he can't make out much in the way of a response with how out of it she is, her noises small and quiet and blurred together as he fucks into her. So he imagines. He imagines the last time he fucked her, imagines how he laid her flat and licked and sucked on her nipples until they were pink and wet and swollen, and he imagines all the pretty little noises she made for him before he even laid a finger on her further south. God.

With one particularly rough thrust, he hears her moan louder and her fingers scratch at the sheets, bunching them up in her hands. He kisses the side of her face and watches as her eyelashes flutter in her sleep. She's so fucking cute. She's so fucking his. He watches intently as her eyebrows furrow and her nose scrunches up, a little whimper passing her lips. And then her eyes crack open a tiny bit.

"E-Ekko…?" she mumbles sleepily.

He juts his hips forward and she groans underneath him, her eyes flying open in shock.

"Hi, baby," he whispers.

"Mmhm, wh-what are you…?" She grabs at the sheets, still trying to grapple at what's going on in her sleep-ridden state.

"Shhh, it's okay, you were making the sweetest little noises, calling my name, humping my damn leg," He kisses her cheek, brushing away the stray hairs sticking to her face, "Think your little pussy needed me, baby,"

"Wh-what?" She groans softly, suddenly very, very aware of the feeling of his thick cock grinding into her.

"What were you dreaming about, hm?"

She whimpers, burying her face in the sheets, feeling his cock run over her g-spot suddenly.

"Oh, f-fuck—"

He winds his fingers into her hair carefully, "Asked you a question, sweetheart," he says, pulling her face out of the sheets.

She can't see a lot of him in the dark; everything feels thick and slow, like she's wading through knee-high water, like she's still dreaming. All she can feel is the heavy weight of his body on top of her and the slow drag of his cock against the soft, sensitive walls of her pussy. She gasps as he slams into her suddenly.

"I don't— I-I don't—"

She hears him snicker under his breath as she scrambles for an answer, still bleary and confused from sleep, the only thing she can really focus on being the steady feel of his cock stretching her out and fucking into her.

"C'mon, baby, full sentences for me,"

She moans out, grabbing the sheets as his hips slap against her ass, "Hmhfm— I— I—"

"Oh, my poor girl can't talk…" He pulls her head back further and latches his teeth onto her neck, feeling bolder now that she's awake.

She squeals under him, the pain seeping through the fog around her brain, "What would your little firebugs think of you? Big, bad Firelight leader taken down in her sleep, hm? Their own worst enemy deep inside her wet pussy," He licks up her neck slowly, feeling her cunt flutter around him as he taunts her.

"Mmhn— Ekko— I don't— I ca—" She shakes her head, dazed and half asleep.

"Yes you can, sweetheart," he says, pushing her head down into the mattress, "All you gotta do is lie there and take it, you can do that, can't you?"

She bites her lip, panting softly underneath him, "I-it's so much,"

"Oh, my sweet girl, I know…" he whispers, petting her hair, "You can take it— You feel how wet you are? How much your body— How much your pussy needs this?"

She nods slowly, squeezing her eyes shut.

"That's it, sweetheart, there's my good girl," He kisses her face, picking up the pace a little, "I gotta take care of you, don't I? Gotta make sure my girl is satisfied. You need it, don't you, Pow Pow?"

She whines, her bottom lip trembling between her teeth, squishing her face into the sheets. It's so much. So, so much. He's breathing hot and heavy into her ear, pinning her beneath his weight, his knees in between her legs holding them open wide for him. He feels her tremble beneath him, tiny, confused little sobs tumbling off her lips; she doesn't quite know what's happening, but it's good, it feels so good.

It feels like she drags him in further and further with each thrust, her wet cunt beginning to dribble onto the bed beneath them. She shifts under him a little, squirming as she feels the knot in her lower abdomen beginning to tighten. It's almost unbearable— so, so overwhelming— the feeling of him pushing into her soaked pussy over and over, repeatedly hitting that soft, gooey little bundle of nerves inside her every time.

"Fuck, baby, that feels good, doesn't it? You're such a fucking good girl for me, taking my dick so well, baby,"

He almost feels high as he fucks her, his brain swelling and making him dizzy as he listens to the pleasured little squeaks she lets out. It makes him want her more if that's even possible. He wants her harder, rougher, faster, wants her so completely pliant and helpless for him— just a whiny, whimpering mess.

He grabs her wrists and pulls them up above her head, moving to pin them both down in one large, warm hand, "Stay still for me," he says, tightening his grip.

She nods, barely hanging onto reality in her sleepy, pleasure-bitten state.

He groans into her hot, clammy skin. Fuck, he's gonna lose it in a minute. She's so wet and tight and warm and good.

"That feel good? Am I making your needy little pussy feel good, baby?"

She nods desperately, her mouth hanging open as she lets out a broken moan.

"Yeah," he grunts, kissing her neck roughly, listening as she yelps when he shoves his cock into her in emphasis.

"Fuck, Powder, I— I can't—" He whines, tripping over his words, "I can't anymore— Need to fuck you so bad,"

She whimpers sweetly, spreading her legs a little wider for him, digging her nails into her palms, bracing herself, resting her head on the sheets, looking back at him with half-lidded eyes and a sleepy, lust-filled gaze.

"Fuck, you're so good— So fucking good for me— So obedient—" he rambles, "That's it— That's it— You just lie there and let me do all the work,"

She nods quickly, shutting her eyes tight.

He picks up the pace, quickly starting to pummel into her, feeling her body get slack beneath him, jolting forward a little with each urgent, sloppy thrust of his hips.

He snakes his hand underneath her stomach and quickly finds the trail of soft hair running down her lower abdomen. He feels her hands flex in his grip as he parts her folds with two rough digits.

"Need you— I need you—" he groans into her ear.

He lets go of her hands and grabs her hair, holding her head down into the mattress— his grip firm, but not rough, not so much that she can't pull away if she wants, only so that he has something to put his energy into— as he draws back and then shoves into her harder.

His fingers quickly find her swollen, sensitive clit, and he circles the pads of them around it slowly, feeling the soaked little bud twitch under his touch. He hears her breath hitch as he touches her, the noise barely there, but it makes him dizzy anyway, lost in ecstasy at the thought of making her feel so good. She curls her arms up underneath her, scratching her nails over her palms, trying desperately to ground herself, trying to fully wake herself up. She feels like she's lost in a drunken haze, knowing only the sweet, overwhelming heat stirring in her lower abdomen and the suffocating pressure of Zaun's most dangerous criminal pressed against her back since she woke up.

She feels her cunt pulse around him as he circles her clit slowly. Oh, she's close, so impossibly close already, her cunt so incredibly sensitive as it grips him, pulling him in faster, rougher, harder with each stroke.

"It's so much— So m-much—" she sobs softly, twisting underneath him as if to escape his grip.

"I know," he soothes, "I know baby. But you're doing so well for me, Powder, such a good girl for me," He kisses her face, trailing his lips over her cheek, "Just a little bit more, okay, sweetheart? Wanna make you come, wanna fuck you back to sleep,"

He rolls his hips a little softer against her, slowing his pace a bit, savouring the feel of her pretty cunt clinging to him so tightly, so desperately. He strokes her hair gently, taking in the sweet little noises she makes with each thrust.

"Close your eyes, that's it," he whispers as she nods along to his words, "That's it, baby, just feel it, just feel it…"

He feels her thighs start to shake as he circles her clit a little faster. He feels so, so high just knowing how good he's making her feel, her pleasure becoming one with his as she mewls softly underneath him, still barely awake and so very overwhelmed by everything.

"So good for me, so, so good for me, baby," he whispers, leaning forward to kiss her neck again.

He latches onto the junction between her neck and shoulder, sucking deep, purple bruises into the sensitive, delicate skin, listening to her moan louder with each pass of his tongue, with each gentle scrape of his teeth over her soft flesh. He won't let either of them forget by morning— he needs her decorated with evidence of what he's done to her. She sounds so, so pretty, her voice sweetly breaking through the thick quiet of the night. He revels in every single noise she makes— the slick noises of her pussy as he feeds his cock into her again and again, the strained breaths she lets out, the quiet moans and barely audible 'please's and 'Ekko's, and the soft click of his fingers working over the swollen little bud of her clit in a tandem with every roll of his hips.

"That feel good, baby? That's what you needed, isn't it?" he asks, his voice low, edging on ruinous.

She nods, lazily clawing at the sheets, her thighs shaking as she draws closer and closer to her much needed release.

"My— Fuck— My fucking perfect girl—"

He brushes her hair out of her face, turning her head further to the side before pressing a tender kiss to her jaw, watching as she parts her lips and pants quietly, feeling so deliriously good.

"So— Uhgm— S-so deep—" she whispers, squeezing her eyes shut tight.

"What was that, baby?" he asks softly.

"You— Y-you're so deep…in— In my pussy—"

He chuckles quietly, circling his fingers around her sensitive little clit faster, "Yeah, I am, aren't I, sweet girl?"

She mewls, her thighs shaking as they're spread out around him. He smiles to himself and bucks his hips forward sharply, listening as she lets out a quiet little squeak. He feels her clit twitch under the soaked pads of his fingers, and he groans against her neck. Fuck, he's obsessed. He speeds up a little, his skin starting to slap against hers with the speed. He feels her begin to shake, burying her face back into the sheets to hide her expression, hide how so very overwhelmed she is as he fucks into her.

He feels her tense up underneath him, her voice getting stuck in her throat as her cunt flutters and swells around him, releasing hot, wet warmth out onto his hand, coating him in her release.

"Fuck—" he groans quietly, "That's it, fucking squirt on me, baby,"

She whimpers loudly, tears springing into her eyes as his teeth find her neck and latch on tightly, shoving his cock into her harder and harder, so desperate to just have her full of him, swollen with him, dripping with him.

"'M so— 'M so close—" she whines, her body trying to clamp her thighs together around him.

He strokes his hand over her hair, holding her head down in the sheets gently, making sure she's looking back at him.

"Can feel you shaking, baby— You're sensitive, huh?"

She nods, her lip trembling as she scratches at the sheets, her legs clamping together to no avail with him fucking into her with a newfound fervour between them.

She shakes her head, whining and moaning quietly, still fighting the clouds of sleep fogging up her brain, "I'm— I-I—"

"Shhh, shh, sh, that's it, pretty girl, that's it," he comforts, "Pussy needs to come on my dick, doesn't she?"

She squeals as he pushes into her roughly, eagerly nodding to his words with her teeth gritted and her brows furrowed together, "P-please, Ekko—"

"Asking for permission? Fuck, you're so good, so fucking good for me—" He presses his lips to her damp cheek before moving down to pepper tiny kisses into her neck, "All mine— You're all mine—" he gasps, barely holding on, "Fuck— Come for me, pretty thing,"

"Mhm— Mhm, yours— I-I'm yours—" She nods again, tears sticking her eyelashes together as they flutter in her concentration.

She feels so warm under his lips, the remnants of sleep clinging to her and heating her body impossibly so, making everything floaty and hazy, like in a fever-dream.

"Mmh, my— My— I— Uhnnh—" she stutters out, feeling that warmth begin to bloom in her lower abdomen and spread through her body.

"That's it— That's a good girl— Fuck, that's it—" he groans, feeling her pussy swell and pulse around him.

She lets out a sharp gasp, grabbing at the sheets, letting out a staggered, high-pitched moan, feeling the band finally snap inside her as he swipes his fingers over her clit. Ekko pants against her skin as her cunt squeezes down onto him, the pressure of it finally throwing him over the edge. He breathes out softly against her neck— bathing her skin in heat, in desperation as he rocks his hips into her, spilling hot, pearly cum into her cunt with each stroke.

"Fuck, baby—" he groans softly, "Fuck…"

"Hhmn…Ekko…"

"It's okay, sweetheart, go back to sleep, I'll take care of you, I promise…just close your eyes…"

She nods, letting out a soft pant as he moves his hips slowly, impossibly slowly.

"That's it…" he says under his breath.

And fuck, he's not stopping, fully intending to deliver on his promise to fuck her back to sleep. She whines underneath him— oversensitive, needy, and so, so full— his cum starting to spill out around him while he keeps fucking his cock into her ruined hole.

"F-full…" she murmurs into the sheets.

"Shhh, baby, I know, I know…"

He threads his fingers through hers as he lays on top of her, stroking her hair gently in time with every roll of his hips, watching as she slowly stops twitching beneath him, relaxing her grip on his hand and the sheets between her fingers, her soft little moans becoming quieter with each stroke. He breathes out heavily as she finally stills underneath him, her breathing evening out, but still letting the softest, quietest little moans carry off her tongue in her sleep.

He pulls out of her slowly, careful not to wake her again, and he sits back on the balls of his feet, taking a second to admire her sleeping form, her face so beautifully flushed and blissed-out, her skin a little shiny with sweat from where he had been laying on top of her— caging her body under his— her hair even more tangled than earlier, all messy and sticking to her face, her lips parted gently as she breathes in and out slowly. She's so fucking pretty. He puts his hands on her ass and spreads it apart, greedily taking in the sight of her sweet cunt dripping with his cum, fluttering gently without him to fill her anymore.

"Fuck…" he whispers.

He carefully pulls her panties down and shoves them in his bedside drawer for…safe-keeping. He stares down at her, absolutely enamoured with how peaceful she looks, how pretty she looks after being fucked and filled so well. He glides two fingers over her wet hole, dipping them down to her swollen clit, feeling her twitch slightly under his touch— just knowing she's so sensitive because he made her that way, because he made her feel so good— and he brings them up to his mouth, reveling in the taste of both of their cum on his tongue. He's still hard somehow, or maybe hard again? He can't tell. It doesn't really matter anyway.

He wipes her down diligently, handling her with gentle reverence, before pulling a pair of his own boxers up her legs and onto her hips— a silent claim on her. He sighs and settles back down next to her, absentmindedly stroking her hair, deep in thought.

"Ekko…please…"

Fuck, he can't get her out of his head.

He groans, putting his head in his hands briefly before turning and pulling his nightstand drawer back open.

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