I Love How We All Just Accepted The Fact That Echo Is The Mom Of The Group And Probably The Only One

Wholesome 🥹

Pretty Boy.

Echo *lounging in the Marauder*: I'm over here looking alright.

Hunter *lifts head to look at Echo*: Don't you mean looking pretty?

Echo *looks over and then at Tech*: Nope.

Tech *squints at him*: Why are you looking at me?

Echo *puts his head back down*: He doesn't know.

Tech *frowns*: Know what?

Crosshair *from where he is perched ontop of a stack of crates*: That you're the pretty one.

Tech *blinks and sits up completely*: I am not!

Echo *sighs*: Of course you are.

Wrecker *laughs*: Yeah!

Tech *confused*: But Hunter-

Echo *glances at Hunter*: Is far too worried about his hair.

Hunter *scowls*: Hey!

Crosshair *smirks*: Don't worry Hunter, you're still pretty.

Hunter *huffs*: Thanks-

Crosshair *grin spreads across his face*: Pretty annoying.

Wrecker *pokes Hunter*: Ha!

Tech: *gets injured*

Y/N suddenly becoming a Medic:

ECHO IN THE BAD BATCH SEASON 2 TRAILER

Echo only getting 2 seconds in the trailer is worrying me so much

This was extremely hot 🥵

How about a HC where the female reader tries vabbing or wearing phermones in front of Hunter? smutty or spicy ofc.

Ohohoho... okay if you really wanna go down that road, I'll be happy to be your driver :P Mind the warnings, this is going to be a heavy ride. Remember it's my mind we're in. Don't say I didn't warn you. Using pherhormones on a guy like Hunter who has a hard time not being all over you as it is? Damn, you are brave, gotta give you that. Gosh I hope I didn't go to far with this. I'm sorry I went haywire, but this was just to good to let it pass as softy smut. I'm really miffed though, cause we had a blackout in the middle of writing, so I had to rewrite half of it one more time and it feels like it's not as good as the first version *tired sigh* Still this is pretty raw, so heads up.

18+

Hunter x Fem!Reader - Out Of Control - Smut One Shot

Warnings: SMUT 18 + / Much Filth / PiV Sex / Oral / Dub Con /Dom Hunter / Animal Hunter / Fingering / Slight Chocking / Rough Hard Sex / Sex Pollen Trope (Kinda) / Hair Pulling / Anal Tease / Anal Fingering / Spitting /Messy

"What do you need this stuff for anyway?" asked Tech critically as he handed you the vial.

You smiled sweetly at him "An experiment, for science, so to speak".

Tech nodded slowly "That's the only purpose I'd let you use it for".

As you turned to walk out of the cockpit, he held you back by the shoulder and looked at you urgently.

"Be careful with that, those are concentrated pherhormones, on an average man that can have a violent effect. A guy who can't control himself might get some stupid ideas, I'm talking about men with low inhibitions."

"Are you worried about me?" you ask, amused.

Tech nodded seriously, "Of course I am, that's not a toy you have in your hand".

He tried to take the vial away from you and said, "I shouldn't have given it to you".

You dodged him and said, "Come on, I can take care of myself, like I said it's just an experiment."

Tech sighed and said seriously, "I've seen the way you look at Hunter, you're not thinking of using it on him are you? That would be an absolutely fatal idea."

You frowned and asked uncertainly, "Why?"

"Hunter's senses would go into overdrive as soon as he senses the pherhormones, he'd be all over you whether you want him to or not, such an amount of hormones will cause someone like him to black out, mindwise."

You looked at him, startled. Your gaze betrayed you and Tech sternly crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"This is a stupid idea" he grumbled "Hunter has a hard enough time keeping his hands off you as it is".

You looked at him questioningly, that made no sense, Hunter nearly always avoided you.

"It doesn't look like it," you remarked.

"He needs to keep some distance from you so he doesn't reach out on impulse or kiss you, that would be inappropriate, especially since you're not a couple, not yet anyway"

"You assume we're going to be a couple?" you asked with a grin.

Tech raised his infamous finger and said, "Well, since as far as I know you both have pretty strong feelings for each other, yes. But what I'm getting at, and what you should take much more to heart, is that this impulse, this perception would be amplified probably a hundredfold by the pherhormones. He would want you and take you, even against your will. Do you understand that? Hunter would no longer be in control, he would no longer be Hunter for the moment he would be under the influence of the concentrate."

You stared at Tech out of wide eyes.

"Oh"

"Yes, Oh, indeed. I take it you understand," he said sternly.

You glanced at the vial in your hand, about to hand it back to him, when you were interrupted by a comm message. Tech had to leave in a hurry, leaving you alone in the Marauder with the vial in your hand.

You looked at the vial in your hand and thought for a moment about where you could most safely get rid of it or stow it away, when a noise startled you. You flinched and wheeled around, at the same moment the vial slipped from your fingers and shattered with a clink on the metal floor.

"Oh sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

You stared at Hunter as if thunderstruck.

"You need to get out of here Hunter!"

He smiled, "What, why? I just came back here. You don't seem to be very happy to see me"

When he saw how panicked your look was, the smile froze on his lips.

"What's go-"

Hunter interrupted himself, straightening up and blinking several times, a bit like he was struggling with his own perception. When he looked at you again, his chest rose and fell heavily and violently. His eyes darkened. He gripped the edge of the upper bunks left and right and groaned. Sweat beaded on his forehead.

"You should run," he pressed out "Something's wrong with me.... I don't know what's going on, but you should really get out of here."

You looked at him, your heart beating wildly in your chest. He was standing in the middle of the walkway to the ramp, all you could do was escape to the cockpit.

"Shit."

You hastily turned away from him and sprinted, however, almost instantly you heard his quick footsteps behind you. You reached the cockpit, but he got a hold of you before you could lock yourself inside. You let out a startled scream as his hands grabbed you, he wasn't exactly gentle.

He rammed you against the wall, wedged you between his body and the wall. You had no time to say anything, his lips drove on yours hard and demanding with a growl that came deep from his chest, he tore off the cod piece of his armor and threw it carelessly to the floor, immediately pushing his hips between your thighs, grinding into you. You could clearly feel that he was already hard as steel.

What you felt was a mixture of arousal and fear, something that he probably sensed like everything else, but unlike usual, he didn't react to it at all, the pherhormones had completely taken over and thrown him off balance. Hunter was no longer the master of his actions, not really anyway.

He kept grinding into you, grunting, tearing at your clothes, impatient and wild, his lips still on your mouth, his tongue hunting for yours.

Hunter let go of you for a moment, dragged you to the bunks and pushed you into the next best one before he started tearing your clothes completely off your body until you were completely naked. You could see that he was breathing deeply, seeming to sniff almost like a loth wolf. Then his eyes fell between your thighs which he had forced apart with his knees.

He pushed you a little higher in the bunk, lowered himself with shoulders and head between your legs and took another deep breath, close to your pubic, which he released from his lungs stuttering and half moaning.

You couldn't help yourself, no matter how intimidating the situation was right now, you were wet and of course that didn't make the situation any less precarious, because combined with the hormones, this had to be beyond intense for Hunter.

His mouth descended on you so fast that you let out a curse.

"Fuck!"

His tongue was quick, immediately driving into your cleft and licking you out, wildly, hungrily, he took in your arousal and drilled you with his tongue, his hard length rutting into the mattress of the bunk, his nose nudging your clit. His tounge shoving into you again and again made you pant and whimper almost instantly. Hunter lapt at your sensitive entrance for a moment just to shove his tounge back into you a second later. It was so intense and it felt so good that you weren't sure if you even wanted to object anything he was doing to you.

"Hu-Hunter..." came hoarsely from your lips, but he didn't respond.

Your fingers clawed into the bedspread you were lying on, the intensity in your pubic rose abruptly, and you felt like the more aroused you were, the hungrier he was licking you out. On impulse, one of your hands went into his hair and took a good grip. He growled excitedly, not seeming to mind your hard grip on his hair.

You knew you were going to cum at any moment, Hunter working you mercilessly, you had no idea how he even drew breath in the process. Your swollen pearl being stimulated by the nudging of his nose while his tounge fucked you intensly was just to much.Your climax came violently, with trembling thighs and a little cry you couldn't suppress. But Hunter didn't stop, his tongue kept twitching in your pussy and his nose kept rubbing over your swollen, overstimulated clit.

"Hunter... Hunter, too much, Hunter stop!"

As you began to squirm, he jerkily grabbed your hips with both hands and pinned you down with a hard grip, surely leaving marks. He licked you out like he didn't want to miss a drop of your arousal, greedy and tireless. You twitched helplessly in his grip until he finally let go of you, just as the arousal was very slowly building up again.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, sat up, twitched your thighs, pulled his pants down a bit and his hard manhood sprang out from behind the fabric, leaking precum on it's velvety, swollen tip. He was girthy, thicker than you had anticipated. As you tried to sit up, he pushed you roughly back into the sheets, reaching into the back of your knees and pushing your knees almost to your shoulders.

"Hunter!"

One hand went to your neck, with his upper body he pressed your legs against your body. The hand on your neck squeezed, very mildly, but strong enough to be a warning. His eyes were so dark, almost black when your gazes met and he growled, "Shut up".

The next moment he pushed his cock rudely into your pussy and started thrusting, he started pretty directly with a wild pace and you didn't know if it was coincidence or not, but he hit just that one spot in your wet heat that made you see stars. Within seconds his gasps mixed with yours and he took you hard in your practically folded pose.

He didn't wait for you, he took you wildly and quickly until he came groaning deep inside you, rolling his eyes back into his head. He was all sweaty by now, just like you, and he was breathing hard, but his eyes were still dark and his cock that had just emptied inside you was still hard. He left your body and murmured, "On your knees, go!"

His voice was rougher than usual, deeper, at least that's what it seemed to you.

You hastily complied with his request, turning around, getting on your hands and knees. You yelped as he slid two fingers into your pussy and gathered up both of your releases, as he withdrew his fingers again and pressed between your buns on the tight ring of muscle between them, you sucked in a sharp breath with a hoarse moan.

"Hunter...don't..."

He rubbed your anus with both of your fluids. You bit your lower lip, it was odd, feeling so hot and wrong at the same time. You winced as he spit on your little hole and finally slid one of his fingers, rather roughly through the ring of muscle into your ass. The sensation was raw, hot and embarassing at once.

Automatically you wanted to crawl away from him, not because it hurt but you felt a strange shame crawling up in you, but his free hand reached into your hair and pulled you back toward him.

"Stay here!"

You yelped at the sudden sting when he pulled your hair.

The next moment his cock was back in your pussy and he was fucking you hard from behind while his finger was between your buns and he was holding you by your hair with his other hand. His hips slammed into your ass, skin smacking on skin, a very distinct sound that filled the ship, his cock making lewd noises in your cum filled slit.

It was a mix of pain, shame and arousal you felt, confusing, but fortunately the arousal outweighed everything else. His dick moving fast and hard inside you, the sounds it made, his panting, it was so hot that after all you felt your arousal come back.

Suddenly he slowed down, he let go of your hair, grabbed your shoulder, pulled his finger out of your butt with a wet little popp, which elicited a small yelp and pulled your torso towards him, kneeling lower behind you so you could slide onto his lap. Putting an arm around your shoulders, he held you tightly. His cock twitching impatiently inside you, you could hear Hunter breathing heavily, but he held perfectly still for a long moment. Your sweaty back stuck to his sweaty chest as you leaned against him like that.

"I'm sorry," you finally heard him say softly, almost whispering, close to your ear "I.... I didn't have any real control"

He felt terribly ashamed to have lost control like that. He was aware of what he was doing all the time, but it felt like his body was being controlled by others, pure animalistic lust. He was still as horny as can be, but he was able to pull himself back together to some extent. He felt that there had been a certain amount of fear on your end, but also lust, pure lust.

"I know," he heard you say, your voice hoarse and breathless "The pherhormones are to blame."

He blinked then said, "The thing you dropped when you got spooked?"

You nodded and said quietly "Yes, I was actually going to dispose of it because I didn't want to do the experiment I was going to do after all for safety reasons"

Hunter's cock twitched inside you again, making you jerk up as well.

"Sorry... do you want us to stop?"

He kissed your neck, he could understand if you wanted to get as far away from him as possible, but part of him hoped you wanted to keep going.

"It's your choice," he said softly when you didn't answer him right away.

You licked your lips and said hoarsely, "Fuck me."

He leaned you forward again onto your knees and began thrusting into you again, not quite as hard this time, but still quite wild. His and your release dripped and splattered everywhere, yours and his thighs were already smeared, as was the sheet beneath you. One of your hands moved between your legs and started playing with your clit.

Again the lewd sounds filled the marauder, his cock making the wet squelch noises in your pussy, naked skin slapping naked skin and the intensity in your core building rapidly again.

Panting Hunter asked, "You liked it when I was eating you out, right?"

"Hmmm very much so," you admitted with a moan.

He grinned, but you couldn't see that. Hunter would definitely do it again the next chance he got.

Your fingers danced over your clit as he fucked you from behind, his hands on your hips, thrusting into you again and again in rapid fashion. Your cunt started clenching hard around his cock, making him grunt.

"Hnngh... I'm close," he warned you.

"Same! Give it to me Hunter!"

He picked up the pace, fucking you harder, the noises, feeling and mess intensifying.

As you came and your climax jolted through your body like an electric shock, his thrusts began to stutter, just like his gasps. Just as your orgasm slowly ebbed with a gentle pulse, you felt his throbbing cock release inside you.

It took you a moment to catch your breath, both of you were sweaty and shaking.

You looked around and said, "Hunter..."

He gently left your body, still breathing heavily.

"Huh?"

"We're in Tech's bunk."

There was silence for a moment and Hunter took a moment to reply, "...crap"

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I love friends to lovers , especially with my beautiful boy Echo!!

That Floral Dress***

Echo X F!Reader

word count: 3000

After a sour date, Echo has one thing on his mind: is he a bad kisser? Luckily, you were willing to tell him the truth.

Warnings: no smut but it is rather saucy so gonna rate it at 16+. Slight insecure echo, unknown mutual pining, reader is female and is wearing a floral dress. Intense make out.

Masterlist

“Do I look like I would be a bad kisser?”

The question catches you off guard completely, making you spin around in your seat in the cockpit of the Marauder to face Echo who had been pacing back and forth for the better half of ten minutes. You’re surprised he hasn’t worn the floor down.

You're not sure how to respond to such an unexpected question, so you ask him to repeat it. "Do I look like I would be a bad kisser?" he asks again, biting his lip anxiously.

Even hearing it the second time round confused you just as much and then it occurred to you that a few nights ago he had come back from a date that Wrecker had sprung upon him. He didn’t look too pleased to go in the first place and his mood only worsened upon his return.

“I… don’t know?” You reply nervously.

Echo had been your friend for years now, even since before his accident at the Citadel so for him to ask you this type of question was a little odd as you two were merely friends. You didn’t want to upset him and say no, which wasn’t the case either, but you didn’t want to say yes in case presumptions start.

Echo lets out a deep sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose with his flesh hand before leaning against the wheel of the Marauder. You can tell that he's feeling frustrated, and you feel a twinge of guilt for not being more helpful. So, dropping what you were doing, you decide to ask him what's really going on.

“How come you're asking me this, Echo?" you inquire softly, hoping to get to the root of the problem.

Echo fidgets nervously, his sharp jaw clenching with anxiety. "Remember that date I went on the other day?" he grumbles, clearly still bitter about the experience. To which you nod for him to continue, leaning back on your seat as he begins to explain his predicament.

“Well, not only were they quite dull as a person, and I’m not saying I’m a barrel of laughs either, but they were insanely dull so the date was not off to a great start.” He emphasizes on the word dull, making you giggle softly which always made him smile but before he gets distracted, he continues,

“Anyway, I walked them back to their place and just being the courteous guy I am, I leaned in to give them a kiss goodnight. Only for them to recoil back as if I smelt terrible.”

"They even said 'ew no thanks,'" he recalls bitterly, his face contorting.

Your eyes widen in shock, mouth agape. “How rude of them!” You exclaim with a shake of your head, feeling indignation on his behalf. “You were only being nice?” You stated, hoping to bring some ease to Echo but his furrowed brows and almost sad expression said otherwise.

“I only was going to go in for the cheek.” He grumbles. “Well, I just wanted to ask you if you think I looked like I’d be a bad person to kiss.” He folds his arms over his chest, staring down at the floor as your heart lunges out to him.

“In that case,” you stand and take a step towards him, resting a comforting hand to his forearm, “no, I don’t think you would look like a bad kisser.”

His eyes search yours, a mix of emotions residing in them. “You don’t have to say that because you feel bad for me.”

You scoff and shake your head at him. “Echo, you know me well enough to know that I’ll always be honest with you. So no, I don’t think you look like a bad person to kiss.”

The words gave him brief comfort and a smile is fighting its way on his lips. “Thanks. Though, I don’t think I’d be that great at it anyway.” He shrugs and this only piques your curiosity more.

“Howcome?”

Again, he fidgets a little before letting out a small sigh at his confession. “I’ve never kissed anyone. A proper kiss that is.”

Echo's confession about his lack of experience in kissing catches you off guard. You had assumed that he had dated or been in some kind of romantic relationship before, given his charming personality and good looks. But as he stands before you, vulnerable and honest, you can't help but feel a sense of compassion towards him.

Echo shifts his weight from one foot to another, as if unsure of how you would react to his confession. You can see the slight furrow in his brow and the way his lips purse as he contemplates the words to say next. His vulnerability tugs at your heartstrings, and you take a deep breath before speaking.

"Wow, I didn't know that. But it's okay, Echo. You don't have to be a great kisser right off the bat. It takes practice, and I'm sure with the right person, you'll be amazing."

As Echo's gaze meets yours, you sense a palpable tension between the two of you. It's as if you share an unspoken understanding that transcends the bounds of your platonic friendship, one that leaves you questioning whether there might be something more between you. But before you can dwell on these thoughts for too long, you hear yourself utter the words, "I'd be happy to teach you."

Your words take Echo aback, and he seems surprised by your willingness to help him with something so intimate. “You would?”

Your own eyes begin to widen, the reality of your words hitting home. But you're not about to back down now. "S-sure," you squeak, quickly clearing your throat to hide the nerves that were now bubbling, "I mean, we're friends, right? I'm sure you'd do the same for me."

As Echo ponders your offer, he realises that you're right. You've always been there for him, and the thought of not returning the favor is unthinkable. Supposedly it makes things better too that he finds you were impossibly beautiful and wearing that pretty floral dress he really liked. "Thank you," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.

With a shaky exhale, Echo stands up straight and takes a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for what's to come. He's grateful that he managed to brush his teeth earlier that morning, before any of the others hogged up the refresher. "How do you want to do this?" he asks, his voice trembling ever so slightly.

Your mind races, considering your options. You hadn't expected Echo to be so agreeable to the idea, and now you find yourself at a loss for words. "Um, well," you stammer, "do you want to just go ahead and reenact how your date went? And kiss me on the cheek?"

Echo's expression darkens at the suggestion. He doesn't want to relive that somewhat painful memory, but if it means learning from his mistakes, he's willing to give it a shot. "Sure," he concedes with a slight frown, "why not?"

You approach Echo with a hesitant step, feeling a flutter in your chest as you meet his gaze. His eyes hold a certain shyness, and you can sense the weight of his request hanging in the air between you. You take a deep breath and muster up the courage to speak with a slight mischievous grin dancing at the corners of your lips. Your voice tinged with a playful sweetness. "Well, Echo, I do appreciate you walking me back to my place," you tease, relishing the opportunity to poke fun at your friend's chivalry.

Echo looks momentarily confused, but he quickly catches on and chuckles at your literal interpretation of the situation. "I don't think they ever said it like that," he remarks, his amusement evident.

You roll your eyes, but your smile remains, and you lower your voice, adopting a more serious tone. "Say, Echo," you say, your eyes sparkling with suppressed laughter, "I had a wonderful time tonight. Thank you for walking me back to my place."

Echo shakes his head, an adoring look in his eyes. You always knew how to effortlessly charm him with your humor. But, he knows there's something he needs to address. "Of course," he says softly but resolutely.

As Echo gathers his courage, you patiently wait, your hands tucked behind your back. You can tell he's nervous about kissing you, even on the cheek.

You watch as he tentatively reaches out to touch you, trying to remember how he kissed his date. But this time, he finds himself oddly wanting to impress you.

When he reaches out, his fingers trace over the fabric of your dress on your waist. A surge of warmth shoots through you, and you take a small step closer to him as if he was inviting you closer. His breath is heavy, and your heart races as you spot him staring at your lips… instead of your cheek.

"Echo," you say softly, hoping to bring him back to reality.

"Sorry, I, uh—" Echo stammers, his mind racing with uncertainty. For a moment, you worry that he might back away, but you take a deep breath and speak up.

"Just kiss me," you say, voice barely above a whisper as you lean in until your nose brushes against his.

Echo swallows nervously, stealing a quick glance at your lips once more before meeting your gaze. "Where?" his voice was almost silent. It was as if the obvious place you suggested to him had vanished and you find yourself not minding it at all.

You hold your nerve and ever so slightly, not quite sure what possessed or was possessing you, lean closer until your lips ghost over him and watch him with a steady gaze. “Wherever feels right for you.”

He couldn't resist any longer, the temptation too great as he leaned in to capture your lips in a quick embrace. The kiss was sweet, yet intense, sending shivers down your spine and causing your mind to go hazy with an unknown desire. The feel of his lips on yours was electric, igniting a spark deep within you that you never knew existed for him. His eyes were tightly knitted shut, afraid that you may turn around and sock him one but he was pretty certain you were kissing him back.

As he pulled back, breathless and eager for your response, you found yourself lost in the moment, unable to speak. Your face felt hot as you looked down at your shoes, struggling to find the right words to say. Everything about this moment felt different, as if something had shifted irrevocably between you both.

Unable to bear the silence any longer, Echo finally spoke, his voice thick with emotion. "How was that?" he asked, his eyes still closed, as if he was afraid to see your reaction. He may have thought about kissing you once or twice, naturally. He just never knew it would happen quite like this.

Your face felt like it was on fire and you found yourself looking down at your shoes. “It was nice… your date was missing out.” You reply, almost stiff.

There was a certain type of emotion that hung on your words that you didn’t quite know yourself.

Echo licked his lips inconspicuously, savoring the taste of your fruity lip balm that lingered on his tongue. "At least I know I'm not a bad kisser," he said, a small smile playing on his lips.

You laughed softly, the sound ringing like music in the quiet cockpit. "Definitely not," you replied, a faint blush creeping up your cheeks.

As you looked up at him, you could feel his gaze burning into you, as if he was seeing you for the first time. You were everything perfect in the galaxy, and his grip on your waist tightened just a little bit more, as if he never wanted to let you go.

In a moment of boldness, Echo's scomp came up to cradle your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. Your eyes locked, and you were lost in each other, the galaxy around you fading away until it was just the two of you. There were no words, no movement, just the intensity of your gazes. “How do I show that I want to do more then?”

As the heat between you and Echo intensifies, he challenges you with another kiss, pushing the boundaries to see how far he can take you. Your smile gives away your desire, and you whisper a command, "Maybe, bring them closer."

Echo doesn't hesitate, his arm wraps around your lower back, drawing you close in a swift motion. Chest to chest, his breath washes over your face, and you feel a shiver run down your spine. "And then?" he prods, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your eyes close as you succumb to the moment, overwhelmed by the intensity of Echo's low tone. "I-I suppose you just kiss them again, but a little longer."

So he does. Feverish and intense with a passion that ignites your senses. Your heart beats wildly, consumed by the sensation of his lips moving in perfect harmony with yours. Echo gently trails his hand up your body to cup your cheek, deepening the kiss, and you gasp, lost in the intoxicating sensation. When he pulls away to gauge your reaction, he almost chuckles when he spots you leaning into him, chasing his lips. To your glee, he kisses you swiftly and you let out the faintest of moans in his mouth.

Echo's lips against yours are soft, and you can feel the warmth of his breath as he murmurs a phrase that sends a shiver down your spine. "Oh cyare," he purrs, and you're suddenly jolted back to reality. Your heart races, and you feel a wave of anxiety wash over you.

You pull away, covering your mouth with your hand and shaking your head. "We shouldn't be doing this," you tell him.

Echo looks shaken, his expression concerned as he fears he may have overstepped the mark. "Are you alright? Did I do something wrong?" he asks.

You shake your head, feeling a twinge of guilt as you pull away from Echo's embrace. "I'm sorry, Echo. We shouldn't be doing this. I'm supposed to be teaching you how to kiss for other dates," you explain.

Echo tilts his head, sensing your unease. But the thought of you possibly being jealous makes his heart skip a beat, and he realises this may be the right moment to lay everything on the line. "What if there are no other dates?" he asks softly.

You blink in surprise, "What do you mean?"

"I mean," he approaches you again, his flesh hand cupping your cheek, thumb tracing over your delicate skin, "what if I just want to kiss you?” He lowers his voice, afraid to break the tension. “What if I want to date you?"

Shock is written all over your face, and you can't help melting into his touch once more. "But I thought we were just friends," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Echo chews on the inside of his cheek before admitting, "I don't think 'just friends' want to kiss each other, do they?" He uttered, voice almost vibrating against you.

Your heart flutters in your chest, and a heat pools in your lower stomach. "No," you shudder, feeling the intensity of his gaze. "I suppose they don't."

He smiles coyly, and his lips gently trace along your jawline, edging towards your ear. "Then let me kiss you. Let me give you anything you want."

As his lips touch your ear, you feel a surge of electricity coursing through your body, and your mind is filled with conflicting emotions. But most of them were primarily focused on how he pushes you against the control panel.

You whimper under his touch, both of your hands coming up to clasp his cheeks as you guide his lips back onto yours. Your lips meet in a fiery kiss, and your teeth clash, but neither of you seems to care.

In a moment of need, his lips assault yours as he presses you down so your back hits at the buttons and switches, sandwiched between your legs.

"Echo," you groan his name into his mouth before he playfully bites at your lower lip. Your legs press against his outer thighs and around his waist and you crumble into a mewling mess once you feel his hand slide up under your dress, caressing at your thigh.

He stands up straight for a moment, admiring how you’re displayed beautifully on the control panel just for him. His eyes roamed your body, growing warm at how your dress hugged your body wonderfully and how your chest heaved beneath it, highlighting your breasts.

“Did I ever tell you that I love this dress on you?”

You blush deeply as he massages your skin, feeling the heat building between your legs. "No," you rasp, eyelids heavy with lust.

“Shame,” he chuckles, moving his lips down to your neck now, starting to suck and bite that sweet spot that your body perfectly reacts to - arching up into him. “Although, I wouldn’t mind seeing it on the floor one day.”

You chew on your lower lip, whimpering and moaning in pleasure as he leaves marks all over your neck and collarbones. Surprisingly, you find yourself not even caring if the others saw it. The pleasure you are getting is far too great to tell Echo to stop.

When he pulls back, panting and trying so hard to ignore the tent in his pants, he gazes down at you, his eyes dance with adoration. “You’re so beautiful, cyare.”

You're panting a little, causing his eyes to flicker between your chest and your eyes with a smile. “As are you. And a very, very good kisser.”

You don’t know what was going to happen from then on but for now, you just savored the feeling of Echo leaning down to kiss you, tongue begging for entrance at your lips.

Masterlist

More Echo Works

Behold, the Domino Twins

Absolute finest troopers!

Hi all! I worked on my Bingo card right before the show started! Im attaching a blank version if y’all want to make your own :) *please tag me if you do so I can see your predictions!*

I’m glad that I matched with the love of my life 🥰

Bonus

Echo didn't tell him.

Hunter looks like he drinks Tea.

Here is another stupid drawing inspired by something I just to do when I was a kid.