Ending the Cycle || A Timebomb Fanfic

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Hey guys! I thinks these babes are ready for some smut after so much buildup!! I didn't read hordes of smutty fanfiction at 13 for nothing LMAO

(Was twirling my hair and giggling while writing this I love them so much)

Please be aware this chapter has HEAVY smut and detailed descriptions, so please read with caution and enjoy!! (Please dont take this down Wattpad lol)

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"You're not running this time," Ekko murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. There was a quiet warmth in his words, a steady conviction that seemed to settle in the air around them, grounding her in a way she hadn't felt in years.

Jinx tilted her head, a small, genuine smile breaking through her usual guarded expression. "Don't get used to it," she muttered, but her voice held no edge. It wavered slightly, carrying with it a faint, trembling vulnerability that she didn't try to hide. Not this time.

Ekko's gaze softened further, his eyes never leaving hers. "Too late," he replied, the words carrying more meaning than she could fully process in the moment.

Before she could respond, he stepped closer, the space between them vanishing in an instant. He dipped his head, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was anything but hesitant. It was deep and consuming, filled with the raw intensity of emotions left unsaid for too long. It wasn't just passion—it was connection, an unspoken acknowledgment of the shared pain, the fractured past, and the fragile hope they were beginning to build.

Jinx froze for half a heartbeat, the sheer depth of the moment threatening to overwhelm her. But then, slowly, she leaned into him, her hands tentatively finding their way to his shoulders. The tension in her body melted away as the kiss deepened, her fingers curling against the fabric of his shirt as though anchoring herself to him. The wild chaos that so often consumed her felt muted now, replaced by a warmth she hadn't dared to believe she could feel again.

Ekko's hands moved gently, tracing the curve of her waist with a reverence that spoke of the history between them. His touch wasn't hurried or desperate—it was deliberate, exploring her as though committing every detail to memory. The moonlight streaming through the cracks in the windows caught in her short, jagged blue hair, casting her in a soft, ethereal glow. She looked both fragile and invincible, and Ekko couldn't tear his eyes away.

Jinx, emboldened by the way he held her, shrugged off the last remnants of her hesitation. She untied the cloak draped around her shoulders, letting the fabric fall silently to the floor. Her hands slid up his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her palms—a reminder that this was real, that he was here, and that, somehow, he still saw her as worth loving.

Their breaths mingled as they broke apart briefly, their foreheads resting against each other's as they tried to steady themselves. Jinx's pink eyes met his, glowing faintly in the dim light, and for the first time, she didn't look away.

"I don't deserve this," she whispered, her voice trembling but honest. "I don't deserve you."

Ekko brushed a strand of hair from her face, his thumb lingering against her cheek. "That's not your call to make," he said softly, his tone filled with quiet determination. "I'm here because I want to be. Because I see you, Jinx. All of you."

Her lips quirked into the faintest smile, but it was enough to convey the emotion swirling inside her—a mix of fear, gratitude, and something that felt dangerously close to hope. She leaned in again, catching his lips in another kiss, this time more assertive, more certain. It wasn't just about passion anymore; it was about trust—an unspoken promise between them.