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when his tongue pushes deeper into your mouth and his large hands finally cup your breasts, you shiver involuntarily, your body pressing forward into him, brushing against his crotch and pulling a low grunt from him in response.

his thumbs find your nipples, gently pressing into the sensitive buds, keeping his touch there just to stir you up. it works, of course. the sensation pulls more sounds from you —broken, breathy, honest — and something warm starts building deep in your stomach, unfamiliar but addicting.

your breath catches completely, fingers tangling in his already messy hair, tugging lightly at the strands as you keep kissing him, still grinding against his clothed dick without fully realizing it. he grunts into your mouth again, rougher this time, reacting to to you.

and you don’t even try to hide how long you make these moments last.

you drag them out on purpose.

you two would kiss for hours, just to see how long it takes before one of you finally gives in and pulls away first, trying to make the other give up.

and it the end? you would be breathless, turned on and wet, your underwear uncomfortable and his pants obviously straining him.

“do i give you a hard time?” you ask on a shaky voice, a smile creeping up your lips.

he just scoffs, forehead resting against yours, hands coming down your waist, gripping at your skin.

“hah, you wish,” he smirks, then his lips find you again, as if everything that happend is just the beginning.

you two really like torturing each other.

You blinked at him, lips parting like you were about to play dumb. Then you saw his expression—the warning in his eyes, the dangerous calm in his voice. It wasn’t a request.

Your pulse fluttered. You rose without a word, letting him guide you through the candlelit maze of tables with his hand heavy at the small of your back.

The second they hit the polished black door of the restroom, Katsuki shoved it open, scanning to make sure it was empty before dragging you inside. The lock clicked, and then he had you pinned against the wall, dress hitched to your hips in one rough motion.

“You think you’re funny, huh?” His voice was low, rough, the kind of growl that made your thighs squeeze together. His mouth was hot against your jaw as he pushed your legs apart with his knee. “Teasing me all fuckin’ night. You want my attention that bad?”

You bit back a laugh, breathless already. “Maybe.”

That earned you a hand gripping your jaw, forcing you to look him in the eye. His other hand slid down between your thighs, finding you slick and aching. “Maybe, my ass. You’re dripping.”

Your gasp turned into a whimper as he dragged his fingers slowly, deliberately, keeping you right on the edge of more. “So tell me, baby. You want me to stop… or you want me to fuck you right here?”

Your back was pressed against the cold tiled wall, heart hammering as Katsuki’s hand tightened on your jaw. He tilted your head up, forcing you to meet his eyes. The restaurant’s muffled sounds were nothing compared to the silence in here—just the heavy drag of his breath, the faint buzz of the light overhead, and the obscene sound of his fingers dragging through your slick folds.

“Fuckin’ soaked,” he muttered, thumb circling your clit in lazy, taunting strokes. His gaze was molten, unreadable, like he was deciding whether to ruin you or let you suffer a little longer. “All this shit you’ve been pulling tonight… you think I wouldn’t notice?”

You gasped, gripping his wrist, but you weren’t trying to push him away. Your thighs shook as he brushed over you again, slower this time, deliberately. “I just… wanted to have some fun,” you whispered, breath uneven, that defiant smirk still lingering even as your knees threatened to buckle.

Katsuki’s laugh was dark, sharp against your ear as he pressed in closer. His chest was hard against your front, body heat surrounding you. “Fun?” His fingers slid inside you in one sudden, smooth thrust that made you cry out, muffling it against his shoulder. “You call teasing me in public fun?”

Your answer was a strangled moan, nails digging into the back of his shirt.

He pumped his fingers slowly, scissoring them apart, curling just right to make you clench around him. He wanted you squirming, whining, begging—but not yet. His thumb pressed down harder on your clit, drawing lazy circles, and your head fell back against the wall.

“Kats… please…” you breathed, your lips trembling against his jawline as you turned your head, trying to catch his mouth.

“Please, what?” He stilled his hand completely, leaving you desperate and twitching. His other hand held your hip firm, pinning you in place. “You spent the whole night pushing me. Now you’re gonna say exactly what you want.”

Your cheeks were hot, eyes glassy as you tried to grind down on his still fingers. “I want you…” Your voice was shaky, barely audible. “I want you to fuck me.”

That’s when he smirked. Low. Dangerous. The kind that promised he’d been waiting to hear that.

He withdrew his fingers slowly, deliberately, and brought them to his mouth. Sucked them clean right in front of you, groaning at the taste. “Good girl.”

In the next second, he spun you around, pressing your front against the wall. Your cheek met the cool tile as he shoved your dress up, baring your ass. You could feel the heat of him right behind you, the hard outline of his cock straining against his slacks as he ground against you.

“You'd better keep quiet,” he warned, undoing his belt with one hand, the clink of metal loud in the small restroom. “Unless you want the whole damn floor to hear you.”

You bit your lip, already trembling. “Then maybe you should fuck me quiet.”

He growled, low in his throat, grabbing your hair and tugging your head back so your mouth parted on a gasp. “Mouthy even now, huh?” He freed himself, stroking once, twice, before lining up against your dripping cunt. The head pushed in, stretching you slow, and you nearly choked on the whimper that spilled out.

The drag was agonizing—he took his time sinking into you, every inch deliberate. His hand at your hip pulled you back onto him, seating himself deep until your walls clenched tight around him. They both groaned, breath mingling.

“Fuck, baby…” he rasped, teeth grazing your ear. “So damn tight for me.”

Your hands braced against the wall, nails scraping tile as he drew back and slammed in harder this time. The wet slap of skin filled the space, the rhythm brutal from the start. Every thrust shoved you forward, your dress bunched high around your waist, your hair tugged tight in his fist as leverage.

“Wanted this attention so bad?” Katsuki growled against your neck, pounding into you mercilessly. “Then take it.”

Your cry was muffled as you bit into your own hand, the sound of his hips snapping against yours echoing in the restroom. He didn’t let up, angling his thrusts until you saw stars, each stroke hitting deep, his thumb finding your clit again and rubbing in sync.

“Gonna cum for me, baby?” His voice was harsh, ragged with control, but the smirk was still there in his tone. “Cum right here, where anyone could walk in and see you getting wrecked?”

Your whole body trembled, your thighs giving out as he held you up, fucking you through the tight clench of your orgasm. You muffled your scream against your arm, body jerking as you came, soaking him.

Katsuki cursed, biting into your shoulder as he chased his own release. A few more punishing thrusts and he stilled, buried deep, spilling inside you with a guttural groan.

For a moment, all that filled the room was their ragged breathing, the sound of your hearts pounding in unison. His forehead rested against your back as he held your hips tight, like letting go might make you slip away.

Finally, he dragged his mouth along your shoulder, breath hot, and whispered, “Next time you pull that shit at dinner… I won’t even wait for the restroom.”

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You huddled into the hoodie of his you wore, hands hidden away beneath the too-long sleeves fisting the soft cotton tightly in the hopes that it would provide some warmth to your frozen fingertips. Arms huddled around your folded legs tucked close into your chest.

The book you had grabbed before running off to the study room laying forgotten next to your feet. Any attempts at reading had been thwarted as the penthouse apartent your captor had trapped you in seemed to grow colder and colder.

You pushed your hand through the sleeve of his hoodie, raising the back of it to your forehead to check if you had a temperature. Flinching as your freezing skin touched your forehead that felt only slightly warmer in contrast to your extremely cold hands making it clear you did not have a fever.

It seemed unlikely that you were sick anyway. It had been days since he had brought you here. Locked away with no one but him for company or to expose you to any germs. You had woken in a large bedroom you didn't recognize laying on a bed covered in dark grey silk sheets as unfamiliar as the man who sat at the corner of the huge bed watching you with crimson eyes.

He had held you down when you tried to run, covering your mouth with a big beefy hand as you screamed for help. So much larger than you that as he loomed over you with one giant hand gripping both of your wrists, you had believed it when he told you there was no way you could escape so there was no point of trying.

Though rationally you had known you couldn't fight him off nor outrun him the more animalistic part of your brain dominant in your panic, had made you struggle beneath him. Writhing and arching in an attempt to throw him off before you exhausted yourself and lay still enough to listen to what he was telling you. He was a pro-hero, the number two in Japan and had been one of the pro-heroes to arrive on scene when the coffee shop you worked at had been caught in the cross-fire between two villainous groups' battle.

He had been the one to carry you to safety and had since then taken to frequenting your cafe in hopes to get a glimpse of you. Something about you had caught him off guard, woken his protective instincts as you subconsciously clung to him for comfort. So far gone into shock that you could barely remember what happened after the cafe had caught fire let alone which of the heroes had saved you.

Seeing you daily making coffees and offering shy smiles as you avoided eye contact with customers soon grew to not be enough and he took to 'watching over you' as he had put it but you had inferred meant stalking. Eventually his greed grew so much that it had ended with him stealing you away from your bed in the middle of the night.

He had tried to act as though this was all to keep you safe. As though just because you had been unlucky enough to get caught in a villain's fight once it was bound to happen again but you knew that was all just a way to justify his actions.

From that day on he kept you locked up in his penthouse apartment where all the windows and doors could only be opened with codes and were completely impenetrable. You had tried to break a window by smashing a chair into it the first time he left you alone for work but it only resulted in the chair ricocheting off the solid window and landing on your foot.

Bakugou had been pissed when he came home to find you injured, putting together the clues from the broken chair that you had been trying to find a way out and yelling at you for both trying to escape and getting yourself hurt in the process. He did little else but yell at you, frustrated by the way you kept your distance and avoided him.

You had been terrified at first that he would force himself on you but other than making you sleep in his bed at night, he didn't touch you. The look in his eyes when he looked at you however told you that it wasn't due to a lack of desire to do so.

Days passed as you avoided him while staying in his apartment, hiding out in rooms that he wasn't in. Speaking to him only when absolutely necessary and even then keeping your answers as short as possible.

It was driving Bakugou mad. Despite having brought you to live with him he felt more deprived of you than ever. You flinched away when he got within arm's length of you, avoided meeting his gaze and hid yourself away whenever he was home. He was trying not to freak you out by forcing his touch or company on you when you were clearly still so afraid but his limited patience was fast running out.

The heater malfunctioning at his office and seeing some idiot pros huddle together for warmth gave him an idea he couldn't wait to test on his next day off. Each day leading up to it he decreased the thermostat by a couple degrees, watching as you took to wearing more layers and curled in on yourself for warmth but remained too stubborn to so much as ask him to turn up the heat.

When his day off finally arrived he completely turned the heat off, and waited in his office for you to come to him. Barely paying any attention to the paperwork before him but pretending to be fully engrossed in his work when he heard the unmistakable soft pitter patter of your footsteps approaching.

You knocked hesitantly against the open door, feeling a little foolish doing so but he was so intently focused on his work that he didn't seem to be aware of your standing in the doorway. The blonde pro-hero looked up from his work, raising a brow at you expectantly as though urging you to get on with whatever you had come to do.

"Um B-Bakugou can you please turn the heat up? It's gotten really cold." You said, wringing your hands together in front of you. Glad you had remembered that he preferred you to call him by name after having been admonished so many times for using his pro-hero name. He had meant first name but there was no way you were doing that.

"The heat is up, I feel fine." He said, shrugging his massive shoulders and bringing your attention to the fact that he only wore a thin black t shirt. Just looking at him was making you colder.

"Oh okay." You mumbled awkwardly, turning to leave and he slumped in his chair as he heard you creep back into whichever of the rooms you had been hiding in today.

As he heard the sound of you closing the door to the room he sprang out of his chair, going into the kitchen and entering the code on the pin pad before cracking open the window. You had looked like you were freezing before, lips pale and skin lacking colour but now with the window open it was only a matter of time before you came back to him.

Your resolve lasted only another hour, soon your teeth were chattering and even the blanket you had pulled off the bed and cocooned yourself in was doing nothing to help. You walked back to Bakugou's office with your head hung low in shame. Wondering if his rants about your constitution due to not eating healthy enough were right and you really were just a weak sickly person in comparison to him. Not knowing that he had worked so hard on his quirk to keep him warm and enable him to use it in far lower temperatures than others could withstand.

"B-Bakugou c-can you please t-turn the heat up?" You stuttered out, barely legible between your chattering teeth.

He turned his chair and made a big show of being so irritated by your request, sighing loudly as he rose to his feet. Brushing past you standing there looking adorable swarmed in his hoodie and sweatpants with a blanket draped over your shoulders.

He could hear the sound of your footsteps following him as he made his way to the thermostat. Having to bite his cheek to hide his smirk at the warm feeling it gave him to have you following him around even if it were just for a moment.

"Look, it's already turned high." He said, turning so you could see the thermostat. Heart clenching at the adorably confused look on your face when you read the number on the screen, not knowing he had it turned off and the number it was showing just reflected the usual setting.

"Is it b-broken?" You asked, stepping forward to try to tinker with it and figure out if it really were working but he stepped in your way. Catching the wrist of your outstretched hand in his making you gasp at the stark temperature difference. It felt as though his hand was burning your frozen skin with the way the heat was searing in, unbearably and achingly warm.

"It's not broken dumbass. You're just incapable of regulating your body temperature." Bakugou said, awed by the way you didn't try to pull away from him for the first time. Despite how much he wanted to pull you into his arms and warm you up, you had to come to him on your own or all this would be for nothing.

Steeling himself, he let go of your wrist and turned to go back into his office. Almost wanting to turn back when he didn't hear you behind him but resisting the urge.

You stood frozen in indecision, seeing no other way despite going to your captor for warmth even though you really didn't want to be near him. Your feet and hands were so cold though that it was starting to hurt, your entire body was rigid, muscles tensed and starting to ache.

There was no way you could last the whole day. Perhaps you were sick but regardless of why you were so cold when the man who brought you here seemed to be just fine, you had to seek him out to fix it.

Your feet dragged as you made your way to office for the third time that day. This time bypassing the door and going to stand at the edge of his desk. When you glanced up from your feet he was already watching you, pen laying down on the papers he had been working on.

"I'm cold." You mumbled pathetically almost wanting to cry both out of the discomfort and having to go to him for something.

"Let me warm you up then dumbass." Your captor said, pushing his chair back invitingly and you didn't need to be asked twice. Making your way around the desk you didn't even realize as the blanket you had draped around yourself dropped to the ground as you clambered up on the chair.

Bracing both knees on either side of his hips you climbed into his lap, wrapping your arms around his waist, pressing your freezing hands against his back making him hiss and burying your face in his warm neck. He was so warm it was like heat was emanating off of him. You clung to him tightly, trying to get as close to this new found heat source as possible. Uncaring as his arms closed down around you, ensnaring you right as he had always intended.

His heart felt like it would pump its way out of his chest at your proximity. It felt so good to finally hold you, even though you felt like an icicle you were still so soft and fit so perfectly against him. Your scent filled his senses and he took deep inhales, unable to get enough. The past couple days having had to survive off of holding your pillow close and getting his fill of your addicting scent from it when you were no longer in the room.

Every sense overwhelmed by you and finally getting the chance to touch you, he wasn't the slightest bit surprised when he felt himself hardening, shifting his hips back slightly so you wouldn't realize. Not wanting to give you any reason to so much as try to pull away.

You shivered against him and he tightened his hold on you, guilty for putting you through all that discomfort but so pleased by the way you now melted into him. Clinging onto him for warmth the way you had the day he had saved you from that cafe.

The first time you’d joined the crew of misfits clad in leather and iron, you knew this was the family you had been searching for. Every member served their purpose, and you were no different. Whether it was fighting, drinking, or ensuring the Victoria Punk was ready to make waves, each member of the crew worked in tandem to ensure their actions were cohesive. Every hand gesture to pass drinks down the line, every laugh flowing off the end of a bad joke, or sharpener tossed between eyeliner pencils to ensure their attires were exactly as they needed to be was in perfect synchrony.

Each commander served their purpose. Wire was the literate commander with the only legible handwriting, in charge of notating their departures and corresponding via carrier rather than den dens. Heat was the enforcer of crew safeguarding and discipline, despite the fact the crew was hardly in need of it. Killer was the second in command, following his captains orders and ensuring they were followed down the line of command. And then there was Eustass Captain Kid, the red headed leader of the Kid Pirates. He was as loud as he was ruthless, and you adored spending time in his shadow whenever he allowed you to. 

It was once again a time where drinks were flowing, a town successfully ran out of marines and laid plain for piracy to overtake it by your crew. And where the Kid Pirates found drink, they found their morals slowly dropping from their shoulders and pooling at their feet - alongside, what you assumed were either Quincy or Bubblegum’s frilled thong. It mattered very little to you, just as long as you continued to play cards and barter your beri away in exchange for kings, queens, and hearts. 

“Oi, ya off, Wire?” your captain asked as the tallest commander rose to his feet beside you, “Thought you were gonna stay until ya bled me dry, bloody vampire.” Kid followed his insult with a large laugh before following Wire’s eyeline to the bar. An older gentleman sat at the bar drinking whiskey out of a tumbler, slowly raking his eyes over the commander’s fishnet-clad attire before turning back around and snarling at his glass. 

“Again?” Heat arched his brow with his dimpled lips rising into a smirk, “I thought you were well past that little kink of yours, man.” Heat snickered and nudged his shoulder with Wire’s retreating thigh while the taller man tilts his head and continues rising a playful smile towards the older man who continued to actively avoid making eye contact as if it burned him.

“I don’t know what it is about it, but there’s nothing truly like showing an older man how good it feels to cum untouched from a prostate massage. There’s something special about turning a man into the little cockslut they were born to be,” Wire shrugged softly, “That little blush, you know? Lips parted and drooling into a pillow? Little curl in their toes before they paint the damn bed in all of themselves?” Wire turned his head and smiled towards the table of Kid Pirates remaining behind, “We all have our little quirks to get us our best ‘O’s, don’t we?” 

“I can’t say we do,” you chuckle with a shrug of your own, “At least you guys can have orgasms.” You took a large gulp of your drink before waving your hands in a panic and clarifying, “I-I mean! What I was trying to say was you can have big ones to fill up or paint your partners.” You made eye contact with Quincy, giving her a small look with a plea on your face, “We don’t get that luxury, you know?” 

“Speak fer yerself, babe,” Quincy’s laugh blurted out before she could stop it, “All the chicks I mess with love it when they make me squirt on ‘em. Marks my territory ‘n that, and it's such a pretty picture.” Hop leaned over and clanged her tankard on the side of Quincy’s in solidarity before smiling into her gulp. Quincy returned her look to you, mischief filling her cheeks with a warm blush, “But I don’t think that’s what ya were tryin’ t’say, was it? What?” She leaned towards you over the round table, accidentally tipping Killer’s drink and landing the remaining liquid on Bubblegum’s lap, she chuckled, “Ya can’t cum, or?” 

“I…” you took a quick recess to gaze around the table and avoided the pointed look your captain shot at you, “...Have not had enough to drink to have this conversation.” Kid quickly swapped your tankard with his near full one, scoffing at you as he did.

“Drink up, lass. Then ya can give us some more on, what the fuck?” he shook his head towards you, releasing his tankard and returning back to his chair properly, “Ya can’t get an ‘O’? Like, at all?” You quickly turned your attention towards Wire, pleading with the commander to save you from this conversation as he would usually. Instead, Wire surprised you by returning to his seat and sitting down beside you with his entire attention on you. 

“Don’t you have a daddy to make cum touchless, commander?” you prompted him, gesturing towards the bar where the older man continued to hide his sneaked glances towards Wire. He shook his head and pointed his lengthy finger towards your nose, booping it as he did.

“Not missing this conversation,” Wire confirmed sharply, “What do you mean, and I mean this sincerely. Not out of scrutiny, but genuinity?” He reached for your drink and handed it to you from the table and into your hands, “Drink up if that helps, but I ain’t gonna move the conversation from this stopping point. Up, up, up the beer goes.” He tilted the drink into your lips, prompting you to stumble and hastily swallow the liquid while your crew laughed merrily. 

Taking a few coughing breaths, you wiped your lips from the foam accumulated over your upper lip and swiped the remnants on Wire’s cloak as punishment for him tipping it too quickly. He chuckled at you and swatted your hands away, returning your attention to the table. 

“Obligate top, or…?” Wire started, prompting you to shake your head ‘no’.

“It just didn’t seem like a priority to me,” you shrugged towards them, “I’ve had partners, and don’t get me wrong, I have sex. Sex is pleasurable. I just…” you trail off before shaking your head and steeling your nerves in front of part of your crew, “Look. It’s not that simple. It’s like… If I top and give pleasure, I can have pleasure by proxy, you know? But it’s more frustrating for me to try to get there and fail with a partner- hells, by myself!” You flailed your hands, knocking what remained of your tankard on Bubblegum’s lap after he cleaned it from Quincy’s earlier drink, “I just… Can’t… It’s like when I’m on the path to get there, the wheel falls off the wagon or some shit. Like I can taste it, and then it melts away at the corners and I just end up in a frustrated heap on the damn bed. Easier to focus on my partner than it is to focus on myself, or have the focus be on myself and then we both end up frustrated and sad.” 

Those around the table nodded their heads along while you spoke, the most silent form of solidarity being from the intense eye contact you could feel burning into you from the first mate of the crew. Killer sat in silence, focussing his gaze entirely on you while you finished your words, making a non-verbal pact with his crew the captain didn’t realise he was making when he said-.

“-You want to pick one of us to make ya cum?” 

“Captain,” you rolled your eyes with a low groan, “Didn’t you hear what I just said-?”

“-I did,” he overspoke, moving his attention to the menagerie of leather-clad crew before returning his eyes back to you, “Sounds like yer’v been havin’ some real shit lays in the past and we’re gonna fuckin’ change that, ain’t we?” Kid furrowed his naked brows down at you, his eyes growing wild under the realization that just hit him, “Is this why you sit on the damn ship when we wanna go out and get our freak on with the locals?” 

Sinking into your chair, you slump your shoulders into your chest and avoid your captain’s eyes. Their focus had you feeling more defeated than every time you had used every toy in your arsenal to try to get yourself off for hours, only to throw the objects at a wall and watch them shatter while crying at another failure. You felt two larger hands fall onto your lap and encase your hands in their warmth before bringing them up to his lips and kissing your knuckles. The intensity of Wire’s eyes held an apologetic sorrow you didn’t ask for, yet it almost felt sweet.

“Don’t pity me. There’s thousands of people that can’t get off, and there’s nothing wrong with that,” you reassured him, “And I’m fine. Really fine, in fact.” You moved your hands within Wire’s grip and gave his fingers a gentle kiss on the tips of his digits, simply to reciprocate the affection from your commander. Your captain coughed and nudged the co-captain to his side, something you only just caught out of the corner of your eye before the blonde rose to his feet. 

“You’re upset about it,” Killer finally spoke, “You mentioned how hard it is for you to try by yourself. I wouldn’t be much of a friend if I let you go without something you want that I can provide.” Kid stood up beside his friend, smirking as he did, adding, “And I wouldn’t be much of a captain if I let ya go without somethin’ ya so desperately fuckin’ need. C’mon. Just us three, no one else unless our little lass says so.” 

“Captain,” You shook your head while smiling down at your hands, removing them from the grasp Wire had on your digits before shrugging, “If you’re interested in a night that would end in nothing but your own disappointment, be my guest. Let’s go.” You rose your hand, meeting it with Killer’s outstretched palm as he aided you to stand. You turned your head towards Wire, and uttered over your shoulder, “I bet that older guy is going to have a far better time than he anticipates. Keep me updated?” 

“Only if you keep me in the know about shit you’ve got going on,” Wire scoffs, almost offended at your words, “I can’t believe you’d keep that from me. We’re meant to be friends, baby. Where’s the friendship?” 

“Urgh, you’re such a pain,” you chuckle at him, feeling another hand come and rest on your lower back before tugging you into the hard chest of your captain, “Okay. I’ll keep you updated, Wire. Go have fun.” Bidding your farewells to the remainder of the Kid Pirates, you and the two highest ranking members of the crew began to escort you to the ship in lieu of the rooms you had hired for the night. You’d began to open your mouth to ask a question, but Killer silenced you with a reassuring squeeze on your hand. 

The walk back was in silence, the bustling nightlife of the town you’d raided seemed to return without the presence of marines. There was something buzzing in the atmosphere, but you were certain it was simply the coiling anxiety of the evening you expected ahead. You tried your hardest to not get your hopes up, but there was something about the low rasp in Killer’s voice that struck a chord in your belly. It was… hot… Your belly was hot as soon as he’d offered his hand in aiding you into the sweet abyss of pleasure. A friend. A comrade. A lover. That was what you were promised in the arms of the blonde first mate. 

Until your captain reminded you that you and Killer were not alone on this endeavor. 

Eustass Kid slowly began making his quarters homely for you. It was almost sweet how he took care to ensure the chilly space was warmed by the heater in the corner, the bed was made and clean, and the space was given an ambiance by a few incense burning in the corner table of the room. Your nerves started pricking at the edges and shuddering your fingertips while Killer continued to stare at you in your silence before he helped you break it.

“There’s no need to be nervous, doll,” he nodded, slowly reaching for your shoulders and rubbing them in circles with his thumbs, “You need to relax before we can make you cum. Few ways we can do that. Do you want another drink, or would you prefer we ease into it slowly?” You turned your face down to the floor, prompting Killer to reach out and slowly clasp your chin between his thumb and index finger, raising your face back up to look at his mask-clad face, “We’re friends first. There’s nothing to be nervous or embarrassed about.” 

“You think yer the only one Killer has made cum in this room before?” Kid broke the tension with a large laugh, “Friends can fuck about, and that’s perfectly normal. It’s nice to have a good bud to help get ya there. Now, Kil, yer bein’ real intimidatin’ with all yer tender touches n’shit. Go take yer shoes off and get comfy while me n’this little lass get t’have a talk.”

Killer nodded and slowly made his way to the other side of the room. He methodologically removed his boots and placed them in an assortment beside Kid’s along the border of the door, removing his socks next and placing them over the lip of his boots. He then undid his waist sash and folded it three times before putting it atop the toes of his boots, undoing his belt and rolling it atop the sash while you watched on in astonishment. Everything had a routine, a place and a purpose, and it seemed like he was getting into the appropriate headspace for something you could not quite place. 

In fact, you had no time to think on what exactly he was preparing for. You were too busy attempting to form the connection between what your eyes were seeing and your body was experiencing. For one, you went from staring at Killer to then having your view skewed by flesh. For another, the hard kiss on your lips smudging lip paint into your skin was another distraction for your mind to become accustomed to. 

Your captain was kissing you. 

As soon as you made that link in your thought, you squeaked into the kiss, prompting Kid to shake his head at you and kiss you harder. You wriggled against his touch before you finally relaxed into the kiss. His lips were soft, uncalloused and moisturized - something you were not expecting from your captain. He seemed like the kind of man that didn’t care about his appearance and skin - but it was almost as if he cared too much about it instead. You parted your lips and slowly moaned into the kiss, distracted from the small steps Kid took with you in his embrace until the backs of your knees brushed with the mattress of his large bed. 

“C-Captain!” you whispered into the kiss, “A talk?” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Kid chuckled, finally breaking the kiss and smiling down at you, “Just had to get that out of the way to have you not circling in your head about it. Nothin’ works as well to break the spiraling thoughts of ‘how do I do this’ than just doin’ it. Now, missy, let’s talk.” He moved past you and slowly sat with his back against his arrangement of oddly shaped pillows of various sizes. He used his remaining hand to pat the bed besides you twice, encouraging you to sit beside him. You crawled up the bed to do exactly that and arranged yourself in a way that had you reclining while facing him, yet on your back and relaxing. 

“Talk to me, sir,” you nodded with a smile, “What do we need to talk about? I’m confused, I think.” 

“Well.” Kid turned his body to face you, placing his head on his pillow and resting in a way that felt both intimate and sweet while boyish and mischievous. Kid cleared his throat before continuing, “So, you know my good friend Killer, yeah?” he nodded over to the man, yet still holding your attention with unwavering eye contact, “He is exceptionally good at reading a body and judging what it needs by interpreting it the way ya need to be read. What works well is if ya just let him do his thing, answering any questions he has when he asks them, and he’ll get ya t’where you wanna be.” You nodded intently while Kid added, “See, what works best is if I distract ya up here while he does what he fuckin’ likes down there.” 

“Captain,” Killer warned him while slowly peeling his blue shirt from his shoulders and folding it in his arms, “Clothes.” 

“Right.” Kid reached towards his chest and slowly removed his vest, leaving his pants on while his cloak fell onto the floor beside the bed in a crumpled heap. He smiled at you before moving back onto his side and pointing towards your chest, “Your turn, blossom. Off it goes.” He made no move towards you, yet his hand gesture alone felt both intimate and demanding in unison. You moved your hand towards your shirt and stopped before rising it over your belly, feeling a little uneasy with the situation despite Kid working to ease you in.

“It’s okay,” Killer encouraged you, slowly slipping towards the edge of the bed and touching your ankle. Reaching for your shoes, he slowly removed them and laid them at the foot of the bed before rising reach your pants, “You can keep yer shirt on if it makes you more comfortable. Whatever helps ground you, doll. But these?” he tapped your shin twice to emphasize his words, “These gotta go. Want me to take ‘em off ya?” You looked at Killer’s face still covered in the mask and nodded shyly, prompting Kid to bark a small gaggle of laughter from his kiss-smeared lips. 

“Look, again, we’re friends here,” he reassured you, “We can be silly, we can goof off, we can take it as slow or as fast as ya need, but ya gotta get those off so the big guy can get t’pleasin’ ya. Okay?” You turned your head to face your captain as the first mate reached up and slowly removed your pants. You angled your hips up to help him glide them down alongside your bottoms, trying to fight that hard slap the blush in your cheeks beat into your face to no avail. You felt your eyes get glassy, foggy with both anxiety and lust at the feeling of two larger shirtless men in the same vicinity as you - especially the fact that those two were your superiors. 

As soon as your mind began to form into a murky soup of inhibitions and protests, Kid’s lips once again found yours. His kiss was soft, deep, and almost gentle in the intensity of his press. He parted his lips and slowly found your tongue with his own. Dancing the muscles together, he glided it over the seam of your lips and into your mouth before encouraging you to do the same with his. You could almost feel the waves of anxiety slowly release the longer he kissed you. Every deep pass of his lips pressed against yours was a sanctuary amongst the uncertainty, and you were grateful to be grounded to something as tender as this. 

Wandering hands began to massage your body between soft whispers of: “is this okay?” to check in with you. When Killer’s hands found below your bust, he again checked in, which prompted you to nod your head into Kid’s kiss. Before you knew it, you were morphed into a gasping puddle of lust, whimpering into Kid’s lips while Killer rubbed your peaked nipples with his thumbs over your shirt. He was yet to remove his mask from his features, but you could feel the soft look he was giving you in every soft movement of his hands. 

Kid’s kiss only deepened before he slowly moved away from your lips and down towards your neck. His and Killer’s bulking mass both pressed comfortably against your body and sandwiched you between them in a way that had your belly tightening in anticipation, but your mind quickly snuffed out that thought and caught your arousal before it ever had a chance to fully begin. 

“Oi,” Kid grumbled at you, “I felt that, did you, Kil?” 

“Yeah, boss,” Killer confirmed before removing his hands from you completely. He moved up to your other side and slowly raised his mask up for you to take a look at his lips as he spoke to you, “Look, doll. If this is gonna work, you need to relax into what we’re doing. If you need Kid to be a better distraction, you need to tell us. If you need more of a voice to talk ya through it, he can do that too. You just need to let us get on with it, okay?” Killer smiled at you, leaning up and pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips. With his mask digging into your cheek and your nose, he pulled away and added, “Stay out of your head and let me and Kid settle in there, okay? Can you do that for me?” 

“I…” you gasped, triangulating your brows up in the centre of your forehead, “I can try, but it’s hard. I would prefer to please you both instead of us doing this so then we can be all satisfied that way. You know?” Kid and Killer shared a look over the your middle before manhandling you into a position where your head was resting comfortably on Kid’s chest while his bicep and arm held you in place, while Killer was positioned with his face between your legs. You wriggled in their grip, but the wriggling only prompted them to hold you down further. 

“Let Killer at ya, okay?” Kid whispered in your ear, “I promise it’ll be different, and even if it ends up the same, don’t he look good down there?” Kid took his hand and raised it to your chin, angling your head down to face Killer. The blonde’s mask was up on his head and shielding his eyes from view, leaving his purple-painted lips out for you to witness. You held your breath while Killer’s hands slowly spread open your cunt with his thumbs, whistling at the view. 

“Yer real pretty, you know?” Killer praised you, “Prettiest pussy I’ve seen. Look at how wet ya are, too.” Killer chuckled and released your walls from his fingers before asking, “Can I touch? You can say ‘no’ - but only if you don’t want me to touch you, not for you to default back to tryin’ t’please us.” You scoffed and bit-back your smile before nodding down at him.

“You can touch me. It’s okay,” you confirmed. Kid squeezed your shoulder with his hand before moving it towards your chest, “And you’re right. You do look good there, Killer.” You looked up at him and nodded in affirming his actions, which encouraged him to focus more on your body and learning it. You felt Killer’s hands move back down to opening your pussy and slowly exploring your body with a gentle touch. He was intentional, and his fingers felt both experienced and educated in their motions. He found your clit with ease and slowly pressed the pad of his index finger against it. 

Hissing at the touch, you furrowed your brows at the slight sting at the touch, which in turn encouraged Killer to move his finger down to your slit and slowly gather your arousal on his digits before returning. Now with slippery fingers, you bit your lip and tilted your head back into Kid’s embrace. 

“See?” Kid whispered against your ear, kissing your cheek softly, “Kil knows what he’s doin’. Makin’ sure yer wet and enjoyin’ yerself on his fingers. Do you like the big guys fingers on that pretty pussy of yours?” Kid slowly rolled your nipple within his hand while his biceps held you against his chest firmly, “I bet you do, don’t ya? Mmmm, yer archin’ into me.” Kid focussed his attention on Killer, checking in with him with a nod to encourage him along with his movements. 

Killer slowly began returning your slick juices up to your clit and rolling it beneath his fingers. His breath fanned over your bare cunt while he watched your body’s every reaction. He watched your clit throb and chased its movements with his fingers, moving from on and off, to back and forward, to small and intimate circles against your body. He could see how much arousal your body had pooling out of your slit and it encouraged him to continue on in the movements that quickened your breath and pulse. 

And just like that, for the first time in a long time, your body began to feel the first few sparks of an orgasm slowly draw in at the corners of your belly. Slowly fluttering, slowly rising, slowly beating alongside your heart into what you thought could be a possibility of an orgasm that never usually followed through with that rise you knew existed in fantasy. As soon as that thought entered your mind, your body responded by immediately tearing that thought from your head.

“You’re allowed to feel good,” Kid whispered in your ear, slowly moving his hand down to your belly and pressing on your middle, “Look at him, just playin’ with ya. Yer allowed to feel good, to wriggle into his touch and chase it. He’s gonna find it, babe. Don’t ya worry.” Your captain rolled his thumb over your belly before returning it up to your chin and cupping it in his palm. Slowly rising your face to meet his, he moved his chin down and pressed a soft kiss atop your nose while smiling down at you. 

Killer resumed his touch as if completely unaffected by your body’s refusal to heed the call of the pleasure he gave you. His touch was patient, was subtle and soft enough to cause your body to chase it. Without words, he gave you more pressure while your hips slowly rocked into his touch. Kid cooed down at you before rejoining your lips together and humming along with the pleasured whimpers your lips slowly sobbed. 

“Get out of yer head,” he mumbled into your lips, “Yer allowed to chase it. We’re gonna be here as long as ya let us be, okay?” Kid moved his lips to your ear while Killer chased your pearly clit with his thumbs, massaging it to the beat of your heart as if he knew it inside out. Pleasure bubbled at you, but ebbed away like foamy waves swallowed by a bay of sand. The frustration slowly returned to you as tears pricked your eyes and had you whimpering into the kiss. 

Pulling away from the kiss, Kid took a moment to study your features as you gazed up at him behind you. The quiver in your lip, the tears stinging your eyes, the pain on your face with that rise in pleasure in the dampening of your cheeks. Kid clicked his tongue before giving you two quick pecks on the lips, pulling back to tilt his head and whisper at you.

“He is determined, babe. Once he sets his mind t’somethin’ yer gonna need a fuckin’ crowbar to get the big guy off ya,” Kid nodded down to you, all with that smile you adored, “Yer’v got us on yer side, okay? You wanna cum, don’t ya?” Kid moved his hand to brace against your chest, holding you against himself more in a friendly embrace rather than an intimate one he was doing with you prior. He nodded down at you, encouraging you to whimper and nod in return, still with those tears of frustration slowly swelling against your waterline. 

“I don’t think it’s vaginismus,” Killer nodded towards your pussy while slowing his motions, “I ain’t hurtin’ ya, am I? You don’t have that sting on penetration, right? No tightness like an elastic band pulled too far apart?” Concern was laden in his tone while he gazed up at you. You shook your head ‘no’ while sniffing back your tears. “Then you just need to find that rhythm-, -I do, actually. All you gotta do is let me, doll.” 

“I can’t. It won’t work,” you whimpered, prompting Kid to hush you with another quick kiss before you continued, “You’ll get bored before I’m able to get there-.”

“-Just in case yer unaware or ignorant,” Killer interjected immediately, “I happen to actually like pussy. And there’s a pretty pussy in my face right now, and I am really enjoying lookin’ at it. I think yer more likely t’fall asleep t’me playin’ with it than me gettin’ bored, doll.” Killer chuckled before kissing your thigh with a gruff growl, “Get that thought out. Out now. Out of yer head.” Killer moved his lips down and bit you on the flesh softly, still eliciting a squeak from your lips while he returned back up, “You don’t need to do anything. I’m happy where I am, and yer so beautiful, it’s almost fuckin’ unfair. Boss, you need to see this pussy. It’s insane how beautiful she is.” 

“I know, I can see her from here, big guy,” Kid chuckled down at him over your shoulder, “You’re in love, ain’t ya?” Killer nodded before returning to playing in that slow, rhythmic, pulsating circular motion that your body responded to earlier. Kid chuckled before returning his attention down at you. “See, babe? We’re not goin’ nowhere. And if yer not hurtin’, we’re gonna stay here fer as long as ya let us.” Kid sealed his promise with a kiss that started sweet and continued on until he fogged your mind with the overwhelming presence of the man your captain was.

Little by little, and before you could work out internally what your body was doing, it began responding once more to the Massacre Soldier with his fingers slowly sliding in and out against your clit and your slit. He never entered, just focussing his attention on your clit and reading your body as if it were a book he knew by heart. Every word, every syllable, every author’s mistaken ink blotch at the corner of the tannin page - Killer found the part of your body that you felt as if you’d long-since forgotten. Just with a simple touch of his fingers, he began reading your every movement while you wriggled in his touch. 

Your hips moved against their will, slowly grinding against Killer’s hand while Kid had your focus on his kiss that came out of nowhere and overwhelmed your senses. His hand had you stationary in his grip, holding you firmly against his chest while the two of you paid no mind or heeded no attention to his hard cock digging in your back. 

“There it is,” Killer whispered against your thigh, slowly finding that rhythm that had your body responding and lips whining, “Oh, there she is. We found ya, didn’t we? Semi-circles in a figure eight, hm? Such a pretty girl. That’s it, grind into me. I’ve got ya.” Killer’s encouragement only caused a further flush to rise in your face. You found your belly tightening once more, only to again leave you-.

“-Nope,” Kid whispered against your ear, “That focus in your belly, keep it there.” Kid whispered against your lips, squeezing you against his chest and stealing your breath from every direction, “We’re here. Fuck that noise off, babe. Killer’s got you. Let him have ya. Let him have all of you.” Kid pressed his lips to yours and held your body hostage while Killer assaulted your cunt with his fingers, drawing on that motion and focussing on the symbols of passion carved into your skin. 

And there it was.

The light.

That light calling your name, drawing you to the edge and propelling you to jump from it into the abyss. 

It slowly attempted to call you away, but the joint effort of the captain and co-captain had your body present enough in the moment to draw complete focus. Your legs both tightened their muscles and pressed them outwards, locking into place while shuddering into the sensation. Tears pricked your eyes while your belly completely tightened at the corners, dragging out in the corners until the sharps severed the tension and exploded into a realm of fire it longed for.

“Cumming,” Killer whispered in a gasped breath, “Oh, look at you. You're cumming. Look at that pussy begging for me. Shit.” Killer continued his movements, watching your slit clench around nothing while the band of muscle was dampened by the silky slick pouring from your body as if it was weeping for him. “Gorgeous.” Killer continued to move his finger, watching your clit bob with the rhythmic thrum of your cunt, “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” 

Despite his words, you were distracted by the sensation ringing in your ears and the kiss upon your lips. Your body reached its pinnacle and was thrown off it with ease, slowly rippling down into the awaiting hands of Killer while you began to cry into Kid’s kiss. 

You’d cum.

You came. 

On just a finger.

 And that finger hadn’t even been inside you yet.

“See, babe?” Kid spoke in a soft and sweet whisper, “We’ve got ya. Yer safe in our arms, alright?” He removed his lips from yours and made eye contact with Killer, batting his smoked-out lashes down at the first mate before uttering a statement that had you more nervous than beginning this evening ever did.

“Now give her another.”

“W-What?” you gasped, still reeling from the high Killer carved out of you to process what the captain was saying. Kid chuckled and slowly began kissing your cheek while moving his hand to play with your breasts. Your breath heaved and slowly ballooned your lungs to their natural capacity, only to then steal the breath you’d earned back via Killer’s lips sucking on your clit. Your body heaved forwards, drawn back into Kid’s arms while he played with your chest.

“You heard me, blossom,” he teased you, kissing your temple, “Now we know yer body can cum.” Kid’s thumb pinched at your nipple, slowly rolling the bud between his thumb and forefinger while you keened out a mourning wail. Killer paid your song no attention, focussing completely with laser-like precision on orchestrating your pleasure from the moment his eyes first met your body. His lips pursed and his kiss deepened, rolling your sensitive nub between his lips before his finger began sliding against your entrance.

“Can I put it in?” Killer asked you gently, still mouthing at you while he did so. You took a moment to dart your eyes along the ceiling before you gave a quick nod with a squeaked, 'yes', to which Kid verbalised with a quick, “She said yeah, bud.” 

It was almost unfair and hilarious to which Killer managed to tug the next orgasm out of you. He’d barely gotten a knuckle deep before your body reeled around him. Your cunt sucked on his fingers while the second orgasm hit you. Your mind could barely comprehend it, despite it being a much milder one than the one prior. Every lapping wave of your bliss rocked in time with Killer’s attentive kiss on your clit and fingers in your cunt.

“You’re cumming again, ain’t ya?” Kid asked with a broad grin. He chuckled warmly before leaning down and kissing your temple, “Look at you go, babe. Urgh, look at those legs shaking. Fucking seas.” He leaned down and moved his hand from your breast to hold your leg while it trembled, “Fuck, Kil. You got another one.”

“It’s so fuckin’ gorgeous down here, boss.” Killer’s voice drew you back down to the bed you were laying on with your soul intact with your body, “Back with us, doll? Hm?” He pressed his lips against your thigh, prompting you to squeak and move away from his touch. Killer chuckled and slowly slid his digits between your folds and smeared your arousal around your centre as if it was a precious nectar from the gods of the sea. 

Your body felt relaxed. Completely relaxed. More relaxed than it had been in years with that wall broken through with Killer’s expert touch. There was a moment where you were certain your eyes had eclipsed with a black cast over them, hiding you from the world while your body was struck by lighting. You were unsure when exactly you had started crying, but tears warmed your cheeks in that sweet relief you had been longing for - like a pain that had finally been balmed over by a friend’s embrace. With Kid’s hand holding you still, you grew limp in his arms while Killer continued exploring you gently. 

“Another one?” Kid asked you sweetly with a mischievous smile, “And don’t say ya can’t because we know ya can now. You want another?” He leaned down and kissed your forehead before moving his head around to see Killer. “You okay down there, big guy?” Kid chuckled menacingly down at Killer, whose smile reached his hidden cheeks beneath his mask, “You look happy, bud.”

“So happy, boss,” Killer beamed, “Fuck, this pussy is so gorgeous. You know that, doll? Prettiest sight in all the blues is havin’ the privilege of watchin’ her cum for me. You want another, don’t you?” Killer’s hand slowly slotted in and out of your slit, your pussy greedily sucking on his fingers as soon as they went inside you, “I think you do, but yer’v gotta tell me. Use those words fer me.” Killer stilled his fingers, tilting his head up in a way for you to see the blue hue in his hidden eyes. 

Taking a moment to catch your breath and come down from the secondary high he’d just given you, you slowly nodded your head alongside exhaling a shaken breath. He clicked his tongue and mouthed, ‘words,’ at you, prompting you to let out an audible confirmation.

“Yes.” 

Killer grinned and returned back his attention to your pussy, slowly leaning forward and pressing his lips to your crotch above your clit in a small kiss. You jumped in Kid’s arms and let out a swift squeak. Kid chuckled at you before pressing a kiss to your temple to encourage you on. Killer’s lips then slipped towards your clit and mouthed at your core in a way that felt more deep and intimate than any kiss you’d received. Kid, almost instinctively, moved his lips against yours and kissed you in tandem to the motions Killer was carving into your clit. 

The motion had your body tensing, causing Kid to grapple you further against himself and Killer body your legs apart. Your body, already sensitive with the pleasure he’d managed to get out of you twice, was reaching its peak once more - this time far more quickly than the others. Killer hummed against your pussy, vibrating his lips while gasping into you. Kid smiled into the kiss as soon as your lips began to whimper against his. 

Sobbing, keening, mourning: that was the sound you’d elicited against your captain’s lips as soon as Killer threw you over that resounding heap and into the arms of pleasure. He refused to unlatch his lips from your clit until it had finished causing your knees to buckle. The swirl of his tongue against your clit beneath the closure of his lips was enough to have you continuing to softly gasp and wail until you finished riding through the waves of your orgasm. 

“Look at you, pretty,” Kid chuckled into your kiss before removing his lips from your own, “I knew you had it in ya. Look at that. Are we at three now, Kil?” Kid glanced down at Killer who swapped from latching against your clit to slowly mouthing and lapping at your slit. He gathered your arousal on his tongue and slowly slotted the muscle inside you before giving it a final kiss and rising up to sit on his calves. 

“Three so far, boss,” he hummed in thought, moving his mask back down to cover his face, “I don’t think I am even close to stopping. How are you down there, hm? Still comfy down there, boss, or do ya want to switch it up?” Kid hummed in though before nodding down at you with a glint in his eyes. 

“Depends,” he shrugged beneath you, “Ya wanna suck my cock, babe? I think it’d be nice for ya to have something other than a kiss to focus on, hm?” You looked up at him through your glazed, teary eyes and gave him a smile while limply attempting to roll onto your belly and off where he kept you hostage in his embrace. Kid chuckled and moved his arm to let you up, standing on the edge of the bed and unceremoniously dropping his pants. 

A blazing trail of red hair led from his belly down to his crotch, darker than the hair on his head, curly and almost sweet-looking in comparison to how intimidating the hard bulge of his angry cock looked. His flushed tip was red and shiny with how much blood was used to pump it full of need, veins bordering his shaft with their swollen presence. Precum slowly dribbled from his slit while watching you slowly crawl over to the edge of the mattress. 

“Do you like anything in particular, captain?” you asked sweetly, still staring up at him with eyes glazed with relief and glassy with fallen tears, “I can learn from your sounds, or you can teach me.” You slowly reached for his shaft, only to fall back onto your chest while Killer’s legs encircled around your thighs and tugged you back into his body. You laughed and looked over your shoulder towards Killer, who’s pants were also dropped in the process of Kid rolling over to the edge of the bed. 

“Should be askin’ you that, doll,” Killer smiled beneath his mask, “You okay with me goin’ inside ya wrapped, or can I go in without one?” He gave your ass a gentle slap before soothing you over with his palm, “I want to make ya cum on me, and I gotta respect ya preferences.” Killer slowly massaged your ass and focussed on the way your body felt in his hands before returning his fingers back to your slit and slowly playing with your body. 

“I-... I’m on birth control and I’m clean,” you nodded towards him, “You guys know I don’t take up on casual flings the way the rest of us do.” Killer nodded at your words and moved his mask up to glance at Kid through his ports while you continued, “I prefer it raw, but if you want to wrap it, I won’t stop you. Just as long as you move the band down and hold it if you’re fucking me roughly so it doesn’t snag inside me.” Kid chuckled down at you and turned your attention back to him with his hand gently cupping your chin and tilting it up at him. 

“Yer a little shit, babe,” he praised you with a sweeter smile than the one he’d offered you prior, “Now, before I get my cock in ya mouth and Killer puts his in that pretty pussy, give us yer hard boundaries so we don’t accidentally do something yer not into.” Kid slowly slid his thumb up and pressed it against your lower lip and smoothed over the brim to maintain your attention. 

“I don’t particularly enjoy being man handled into a position where I’m turned into a little ball and fucked like that for over ten minutes,” you nodded up at him while kissing his thumb, “I can do a mating press, but it has to be for under ten minutes or I start getting dizzy from the lack of oxygen going up towards my face.” You turned your attention towards Killer and slowly said something you haven’t thought you’d ever say to your captain and his first mate, feeling rather sheepish while your lips mentioned it, “While I’m fond of anal play, I haven’t done any preparation for it. I’ve been to the bathroom a few hours ago, but I haven’t done anything to allow for that as an option tonight. I-I mean, I can do that now-?”

“-It’s okay,” Killer nodded down at you before giving your ass another swift slap, “I don’t want to get you out of this position enough to prepare for that possibility. I like ya as ya are right here.” He moved his hand away from your slit before he lined up the tip of his cock with your slit, “No cock in the ass. Got it. Fingers, though?” 

“Happy with fingers,” you giggled at him while returning your attention to your captain with a sly smile, “What about you, boss? Are you happy with a finger or two while I suck your cock?” You slowly moved your hand against his thighs and up towards his ass, prompting him to swat at you with his hand and tap his cock against your bottom lip.

“You just worry about suckin’ on this. I doubt it’d be yer main focus while the big guy is back there,” Kid chuckled before slowly rubbing his cock amongst the seam of your lips, asking you wordlessly to open your lips, “If it gets too much for ya, focus on making those pretty little sounds rather than gettin’ me off, okay?” You rolled your eyes at his words before slowly parting your lips and taking him into your mouth. As soon as you moved past the curvature of his tip, you felt Killer begin to press his blunt cock-head against your slit. 

A low moan escaped the lips of your captain while you slowly bobbed your lips along his cock, only to then chuckle as soon as you let out a moan of your own at the contact of Killer slowly rocking inside you. He let out a pitched laugh of his own before gulping back the squeak and pushing it in further. When his cock finally met the apex of your cervix, you let out a small squeak at the pressure, prompting Killer to slowly retract his cock until it was almost completely sated inside you. 

“Bit big, huh?” Kid chuckled down at you, “Killer’s got such a pretty cock. Almost a shame yer only feelin’ it and not seein’ it. Pressure okay?” Killer continued to rock inside you without pushing in his whole length, ensuring it didn’t hurt you while he enjoyed feeling your cunt wrapped around him. You nodded and whimpered against Kid’s cock before returning your movements with vigour. Kid chuckled once more and made eye contact with Killer before nodding to him and allowing you to relax into his cock.

Eustass Kid had a very beautiful cock. There was something about the way the veins felt on your tongue that helped you feel soothed almost. His bulbous head slowly found its way to the back of your throat, prompting you to relax your tongue and flatten it against his legth to allow for more of his thickness to occupy your throat.

That was until Killer's cock hit something in your belly that didn't feel quite right. It wasn't a pain, not an unpleasant sensation, but not something you'd normally feel pressed inside you. It was like the curviture of his cock reached something in your belly that felt like your body needed to go to the bathroom while being completely full with air and liquid. You whimpered against Kid's cock, prompting the redhead to look down at you and reach down with his hand. Slowly caressing your cheek, he tilted his head and examined your face for any sign of pain. Finding none, he nodded to Killer and went right back to keeping you grounded on with his shaft between your lips.

"Yer'v cum three times, babe," Kid nodded down at you, "Such a pretty little thing cumming so pretty like that, by the way. Look even prettier with yer lips wrapped around me." Kid tapped your cheek twice with his index finger. You responded immediately by looking up at him while slowly bobbing your head along his shaft. Lathering his length in your saliva, you attempted to maintain focus on making Kid feel good by swirling your tongue against his tip before moving back down in a repetitive motion.

Keeping the rhythm steady was easy.

Maintaining it while Killer reached his hand around your waist and played with your clit in that same movement was harder.

You squeaked on Kid's cock while Killer's continued to slowly knock your breath from your lungs with every in-thrust. He kept the motion fluid enough that you could feel the sensation of a steady build up towards another climax, but this one felt different. It was more. It was a sensation you were not used to at all - but what sensation were you accustomed to, being one that had never had an orgasm and found yourself maliable like putty in Killer's steady hands while Kid's voice guided you on.

"There ya go," Killer gasped behind you, "Mmngh-, I can feel that pretty cunt fluttering around me, doll. There's somethin' happening. Yer gonna cum, ain't ya?" Killer moved his fingers away from focussing on your clit and pressed the heel of his palm against your core instead. Holding you in place one handed, he used his other hand to steady your thigh while continuing that harsh pace not quite reaching all the way down to his crotch.

A bulb of light bloomed in your belly, but also felt uneasy to the point where you panicked on Kid's cock in your mouth.

"Kil?" Kid gasped, "What's goin' on?" The captain looked up at his first mate who continued his motions without hesitation, only getting harder on his in-thrusts and building up momentum. Kid tilted his head to the side before the two of them worked in unity to remove both cocks from you and flip you onto your back with Killer still kneeling between your legs.

Immediately, Killer filled your cunt still throbbing from his cock with two of his fingers and pressed the heel of his palm down on your clit to add pressure. Your mind was dizzy and fogged with confusion at what was going on, but your body refused to give up on that orgasm Killer was building in you. The blonde found that uneasy spot inside of your body and curled his fingers into it, tugging against your walls until your ring of muscle began sucking on his fingers. Your surprise release was followed by a stream of fluid from your body you had no context for. It felt like you were peeing yourself, but not the same sensation. Your entire soul felt ripped on fire while Killer removed his hands from your cunt and allowed you to cum by yourself.

The scream your mouth spurted was loud enough you were sure it was just the ringing in your ears and not from your own throat. The pleasure was intensified by the fact both men were cheering for you when you returned to consciousness, blissfully ignorant that you had even lost the consciousness to begin with. Kid appeared happiest, especially with the way he'd returned to kneel beside you on the bed while Killer gawked behind his mask down at you.

"Doll." Killer's awe-stricken voice whispered down at you, "Oh, doll." Reaching up behind the mask, Killer withdrew the pin of his hockeymask and tossed it to the floor in a way uncharacteristic to his earlier methodological approach to his attire. "I was gonna ask ya if ya knew you were a squirter, but this is the first time yerv had an orgasm with a partner, right?"

"F-…" you panted, shaking your head and slowly rising your hands to cover your face, "…First time… At all."

The silence in the room was only broken by the three of you panting together.

Until laughter eclipsed the panting in a large and upragious gaggle. The pitched laughter from Killer was only overtaken by the loud bark of your captain that you mirrored in your own. It was a joy you couldn't name. Something new, inviting, soft, and friendly. Killer was covered in so much of you that you didn't know what to do with, and your body felt like it had depleted the entire stock of what you had been unable to find.

And not before long, that laughter slowly became sobs. Through quivering lips, you drew your hands up and hid your face while your shoulders shook with a violent and relentless wave of relief. Your heart couldn't keep up and your mind refused to put a lable on the way your body felt. Sobbing was more of a relief than you thought it would be. The expulsion of your feelings alongside your four orgasms was hard for you to process.

Two warm bodies lay either side of you and their voices began slowly cooing down at you from both sides. As soon as their arms wrapped around you and held you tightly to them, you steadied your breathing in time with theirs and grounded yourself to them. Their heartbeats were not as laboured, and it was easy to find your body catching up to them once more. Steadying your breath, you let out a shaken exhale and slowly nodded your head down with your eyes fluttering open from their wet close.

"S-Sorry," you smiled at them, "I just… It's a-… A-…" You couldn't find the words to explain what you were attempting to speak, only managing to find them as soon as your eyes met with the navy in Killer's tourmaline eyes. The blue-green hue was enough to rip another gasp from you as you breathed the word in synchrony with the two men.

"Relief."

"Aye," Kid nodded, kissing your shoulder while you continued to gaze up at Killer, "I bet it's a big one, babe. I can see how much pressure it's taken off ya. Especially in yer shoulders." You couldn't bring yourself to look away from Killer's eyes, no matter how gentle Kid's kisses felt against your skin. It was the first time you'd seen his entire face, and it was mesmerizing to the point of extreme unfairness. He was beautiful. Pretty, even. You could see why he would hide his face from others - maintaining his exterior hardness by masking his beauty with a fearful monicker.

"You must be feelin' better, hm?" Killer whispered at you. Your eyes were momentarily drawn down to his lips while he smiled at you. His purple lip-paint was smeared by his earlier ministrations, overflowing down his lower lip and onto his chin; both marbled by your desire marked into his skin.

Before you could stop yourself, you pressed your lips into Killer's. His shock was spoken into your lips with a hiccupped squeak, yet he returned the kiss once he recovered. Kid chuckled at you and removed himself from the bed while you inadvertantly crawled on top of Killer. Continuing the kiss, you tilted your chin and rolled his lips beneath yours in a practiced and dominating way. The flavour of lip-paint mixed with your lust was enough to spark a fresh wave of desire in you once more.

Oh shaky knees, you straddled Killer's lap and coaxed his cock inside you without breaking the kiss. Killer hissed into your lips as you sunk onto his cock. Moving up from your kneeling position, you planted your feet either side of his body and bounced against his lap until his cock was completely seated inside you. You could feel the shift in his shaft curving into your belly and pressing against the underside of your clit while you bounced against him.

"W-Well, then," Killer stuttered once he broke the kiss, allowing you more anchor to bounce freely with your momentum against his belly, "Look at you go. F-Fu-uck-! It's a bit deep, doll. You, o-oh, fuck, you okay?" The clapping of skin against skin caused you to pick up reserves of your stamina before your muscles began to burn in the base of your thighs. Killer drew his hands up to collect your ass, curling his biceps with you in his grip to rock you down and against him.

Just as your legs began to scream at you for abusing them, Kid returned to you and chuckled down at you. He moved his hand around your waist and steadied you once more against his chest while Killer took your weight in his arms with ease. You slowed until you were flush with Killer's lap, letting your body become used to his size until your belly adjusted accordingly.

"Guess what we're gonna do now, pretty girl," Kid whispered in your ear softly, pressing a kiss to the outer shell before he moved his hand to the front of your body, "We're gonna both fuck ya. I know you said no anal, and we're gonna respect that." Kid's kiss slowly moved down to your neck and grazed along your skin until you felt one of Killer's hands move to line Kid's cock up with your slit. You sucked in a sharp breath, tensing up and mentally preparing yourself for the pinch - until Kid's hand moved to your clit and placing a small sphere against your clit while adding, "But we're gonna make it feel nice to have two cocks inside that pretty pussy, aren't we?"

As soon as you began to feel that gliding pinch of another cock entering your slit, Kid ignited the sphere and it immediately roared with a fizzing sensation against your clit. It felt like an appology for the feeling of fullness while they stretched your cunt out on the two of them. Killer groaned out a whine that sounded like, "tight," while you squeaked at the sensation. You were not unfamiliar with vibrators, but the way these two were manhandling you as if you weighed nothing while focussing on your pleasure alongside their own was endearing.

"C-Captain! Full-!" you squeaked while your legs shook and felt like your feet were stilted on jelly, "I c-can't stay still!"

"Let Kil carry ya," Kid whispered in your ear, "Relax into him while we make ya feel goo-… Fuck, this pussy is good. Fucking seas!" At the click of his fingers pressed against you, the captain ignited his powers and held the vibrator flush with you while moving his arm around your waist. "Don't worry," he reassured you, "We've both got ya. You ain't goin' nowhere, blossom."

Killer moved his hand from Kid's shaft once seated in you to your thighs and helped stabilize you while Kid used his impressive strength to curl you into himself. Your belly was full completely, and you went limp in their arms while they began to move. The two men were in unison in their movements, pistonning their cocks inside you with a hard clapping sound. The humming of the vibrator rose, compelling your chest to hollow itself with a large flurry of panting whines.

"M'not gonna last," Killer grunted while continuing to lift and drop you in time with Kid's thrusts, "Fuckin' can't with this cunt. Shit, doll. Yer gonna milk me dry. In- fuck- Inside okay? I can cum inside you? Please?" Killer's voice moved into a higher registry while he attempted to quiet himself enough to stifle his moans. "Sh-Shit, I can't pull out. Please let me know if I can cum inside you! Just g-ive me a 'yes'. Please? Please, doll. Yer gonna make me cum! FUCK-!"

"C-Cum inside me, Massacre Soldier," you whimpered as best as you could while Kid moved the vibrator to a higher pressure, "Fuck, fuck, fuck-! T-Too much! Too big! Please? It's-!" Your body continued to double over in intensity, all the while Killer puffed out before arching his back in a perfect bow. His lips dropped into a silent scream before his voice caught up with him.

While you were certain you had heard many beautiful sounds in your life, there was nothing quite as beautiful as the higher pitched whimpers Killer sobbed up at you. Through his trembling lips, Killer sobbed that sounded like a hiccuping laugh, all beautiful to the point that you felt your belly run hot and flutter in time with his pulsating length pumping his climax inside you.

"Fuck, look at you both," Kid gasped behind you, "You cum so pretty, Kil. Fuck, and it's hot. Fuck, just stay still for a second or I'll cum." The captain focussed on your clit with the vibrator for a moment longer, waiting while edging himself inside you. He listened to your body while it reached it's peak before rising the shudders of the sphere up another level higher. You couldn't speak. Your core immediately gushed and sucked Kid and Killer's cocks inside you while contracting around their thick lengths until you finally felt your body forced into the hardest rushing force of your climax.

"Fuck, just like that," your captain gasped at you, "Fuck. Milk my cock, baby. M'gonna fill ya up. Fuck, fuck, fuck, she's suckin' me so good. Shit, m'cumming." Kid's cock slowly released wave after wave of uncoiling ecstasy inside your body to merge with Killer's release while tears painted your cheeks in relief. With a few gutteral growls, Kid emptied himself inside you before slowly aiding you back down onto the bed beside Killer.

Kid moved your hand atop Killer's chest, ensuring you were adequately pressed together before wasting no time in getting up from the bed and running hot water in his ensuite. Dampening a towel in his sink, he returned to your side and immediately moved to press it against you perineum and soothe over your muscle. Not cleaning you up of the mixture of cum, but ensuring your slit remained untorn and void of ache. After holding it there for a few moments, he switched to cleaning your body while Killer tilted his head towards you and kissed your nose.

"You okay?" the blonde asked you sweetly, "Alive down there?" Using the reserves of your strength, your limp body allowed itself to be moved to better angles for your captain to take care of you all with the towel. You returned Killer's kiss by pressing one of your own against his nose before laughing gently.

"I'm better than alive," you smiled in return, "I just… I feel so much… So much relief, you know? It's like I can breathe after not taking in the right air, sun, or water. I'm… I'm just…" You moved away from your words after Kid moved beside you, turning your head and pressing a gentle kiss against his lips that he returned greedily before letting you go. You cupped his cheek from over your shoulder and swiped your thumb over the apple beneath his eye with a gentle smile.

"…I'm going to have so much to tell Wire tomorrow."

The three of you laughed together once more before settling into the bed beside one another, tucked into the sheets as one while you allowed the exhaustion of your sex finally have you slipping into a sound slumber. Despite the wobble in your legs on the morrow, the smile on your face was the first thing Wire noticed about you as he waved you over to enjoy breakfast beside him with the crew.

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Slowly, you surfaced back to consciousness. 

It felt like your mind was clawing its way through mud as you fought back against the lingering grogginess. The first thing you registered was the inability to move your hands – only feeling the rough fiber of rope rubbing against the skin of your wrists as you wriggled your hands and fingers. Your heart rate spiked inside of your chest, cutting through the remnants of your haziness. 

You slowly cracked your eyes open as you tried to get your bearings. 

Seated in a chair with your arms behind your back, you found yourself bound at the wrists with rope and similarly around your ankles. That was the extent of your confines, though – no gag, no blindfold, no other restraints. 

Licking your parched lips, you looked around the room to try to figure out where the hell you were. But the room was practically empty, no other furnishings besides you in your chair. There were no windows, only a single door across from you. The only source of light was a lone, dim light bulb dangling from the ceiling which barely lit the room.

You took in a deep breath, and tried to rifle through your brain on why you could have been taken and how you were going to get yourself out of this.

Crocodile – the man you loved and also worked for – had such an unending list of enemies, it'd be impossible to try to narrow it down without any sort of hint.

As you attempted to tug against your restraints, the sound of various footsteps approaching made you pause and your hairs stand on end.

The door opened to reveal a group of four men as they filed in and you dug your nails into your palms to keep yourself grounded from the rising fear in your chest. The tallest of the men broke from the pack first and swaggered over to you, hands in his pockets. As he got right up in front of you, you were able to make out his face in the low light and your lips became a thin, straight line as you recognized this man.

He was a lackey for some wannabe conman Crocodile had done a deal with recently – a deal that had gone sideways in the end but that hadn't been your problem nor Crocodile's.

"That asshole you call your husband ripped us off," the man circled you like a shark, every word dripping with malice. "So, we're going to keep you here until he pays our boss back every bit he owes us, plus interest." He stopped in front of you to stare you down but you held his gaze.

Did Crocodile actually rip them off? Maybe. Maybe not. At this point, you were already tied to a chair in some dingy basement so it didn't really matter.

But if these men really thought that Sir Crocodile would be paying a ransom any time soon, they had another thing coming.

"You really don't know who you're dealing with then," you told him, almost sounding bored. The man sneered at you, and while a small chill went down your spine, you refused to back down. You felt a blend of anger and disgust towards these men for kidnapping you like this, for insulting your husband. Channeling Crocodile's vain demeanor, you lolled your head to the side and sighed, "I almost feel bad for you."

In the blink of an eye, the man snatched a hand out to uncomfortably grip your face, pushing your head back, and you fought back a gasp. From his pocket, he quickly whipped out a knife and brought it to your face which caused the rest of the men in the room to scramble forward.

"I-I don't think we're supposed-"

"We can't touch her-"

"Shut it." The agitated man hissed, cutting off the men who tried to speak up. It was clear this lackey, this loose cannon, was the one in charge of this small group. The others backed down and fidgeted as they watched him continue to manhandle you.

While you still kept your expression as cold and impassive as you could, it was like alarm bells were going off inside your head. Your heart thundered inside of your chest, a cool sweat broke across the back of your neck and it felt like acid was burning at the base of your throat.

Still, you would not let them see you break.

Your eyes narrowed, glaring at the man, and he snarled, your continued defiance sending him over the edge.

"She loves that bastard so much, why don't we have them match?"

As his words registered a moment too late, your eyes became like saucers and your lips parted.

Then the blade made contact with your skin and you felt the slice of the cool metal as it dragged along your face. Starting at one ear, crossing over your nose, and ending at your other ear.

Once satisfied with his work, he stepped back to give you a smug grin before he called out to the others behind him, "What do we think, boys?"

An uproar of outraged and worried shouting broke out across the room but it all sounded muffled to you, like you were underwater. One of the underlings ripped the man away from you and your head fell forward, chin tucked to your chest.

You didn't even feel the pain – shock had taken over all of your senses. You barely even felt the rush of blood down your face.

You stared blankly at your lap, small droplets of blood now staining your clothes. Your mind was a swirling void of disconnected thoughts. Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes but you gritted your teeth, refusing to crumble. Not yet. Not until they left.

Suddenly, the door slammed against the wall, now hanging half off it's hinges, and the leisurely click of dress shoes – expensive dress shoes – reverberated around the room. As the men in the room fell silent, frozen in shock like statues, an amused scoff came from the newcomer.

"You really thought you could take what's mine and get away with it?"

The sound of your husband's disdainful, haughty voice was what finally made a light sob rip up your throat as relief washed over you. You lifted your head slightly, peering up through your lashes, just to know that it was really him, he was really here.

In the faint light, you saw two of the men go down in an instant, bodies slashed by curves of sand. Crocodile sauntered further into the tiny room, his brutally, powerful presence dominating the space. Just as swiftly as the first two, he took down the underling still holding onto the one in charge, another slice of sand flashing across the room.

Your attacker took in his fallen comrades before he let out a bellowed yell and charged at Crocodile with the knife still in his hand. With the utmost ease, Crocodile grabbed him by the throat and gradually dehydrated him, his hand crushing his windpipe further and further as he did so. Once the man was nothing but a husk, he flippantly flung him to the ground without another thought.

In only a few steps, Crocodile was by your side and his hook made quick work of your restraints, giving your limbs instant relief. Cradling one of your wrists to your chest, you rubbed at the chafed skin, tucking your chin downwards yet again.

"Let's get you out of here," Crocodile was assessing the room before he looked back down at you.

You didn't respond, though.

Words were impossible right now as sharp, stinging pain was beginning to slowly ebb across your face and a shaky breath escaped you.

Crocodile’s deep voice turned soft as he said your name while he knelt in front of you – a softness you only heard on rare occasion. “Look at me." An agonizing blend of emotions churned within your stomach and you hunched yourself forward even further.

"Sweetheart, look at me.” You could hear the faint edge of worry laced in his usually stoic tone, and you started to raise your head, only by a bit. His large hand came to cup the side of your face, but you felt his fingers jolt once they made contact with your blood stained skin.  

Then he gripped under your jaw to hurriedly tilt your head back, making your breath hitch, and it was like all time had slowed down between the two of you.  

Through your own watery gaze, you watched those always piercing, always lethal, eyes of his slowly widen. His expression became distant, like he was a thousand miles away. But that expression was then gone as quickly it had arrived.

Instead, his sharp features contorted into raw, silent fury.

"They hurt you. They hurt my wife." His whispered words were like ice, unforgiving and cutting.

Normally, your husband's temper was louder, brasher. On display for the world to see and to cower from.

But this was different – you had never seen him like this before. One could think he was almost calm, but there was an undercurrent of cruelty to every ripple of movement from him.

Off in the distance, you could hear the clamoring of more men approaching.

Crocodile reached back to remove his heavy fur coat from his shoulders before draping it around yours. Your hands held onto his coat around you while you silently watched him, light tears lining your lashes.

"Stay here," he instructed you, voice low, his eyes vacant as he stood back up to his full, towering height.

Turning towards the ruined doorway, Crocodile moved with a deadly fluidity that reminded you of a merciless predator. His hand flexed repeatedly and sand poured off of him in unrelenting streams, leaving trails of it behind as he made his way out of the room.

The first shout from the newly arriving group rang out but it was quickly cut off with the hiss of sand and an anguished cry of pain. Though you couldn't see it, you heard the carnage unfold as another agonized wail sounded off and then another, the next coming even faster than the last.

Clutching his coat closer, you closed your eyes and took comfort in the warmth and scent of your husband while scream after scream echoed from the hallway.

Some Time Later

Bracing your hands against the bathroom counter, another breathy moan escaped past your lips. In front of you, mounted on the wall, was an ornate mirror and through half-lidded eyes, you watched in the reflection as Crocodile repeatedly drove his cock into you from behind. He had you fully pinned between his burning skin and the cool stone of the counter, his left arm snaked around your waist.

With every thrust, his impressive length bullied your inner walls, sending sparks of ecstasy through your veins. Just as you felt your arms begin to give out, Crocodile pulled you back and flushed up against his broad chest.

At this angle, the way his hips slapped against your ass caused your body to rock forward, making your tits bounce. In your husband's secure hold and at his complete mercy, you dropped your head back against his pec, letting an endless string of moans and mewls spew from you. You felt those sharp eyes of his gazing at you through the mirror and a shiver danced down your spine, desire burning hot in your lower stomach.

Cupping under your jaw from behind, Crocodile held your face in his large hand. His grip was tight but your eyes only lightly rolled back from being in his firm grasp.

Then you felt his thumb stroke your cheek – right along the line of your new scar.

It had taken some time, but your face had healed, and now you had a scarred over line that went along your face, from ear to ear. Just like his own.

It was something you'd have for the rest of your life, but, as you adjusted to it, you had decided to wear it with pride. And with the way Crocodile's eyes zeroed in on it sometimes, like right now, you couldn't help but wonder if he secretly liked it. You honestly wouldn't be surprised with your husband's vanity if a part of him savored you bearing his resemblance.

Especially since the source of said scar was dead as a doornail – and the entire crew he ran with. In that fit of icy, silent rage unlike anything you'd seen from him before, Crocodile had made sure that not a single soul had survived.

Crocodile snapped his hips forward again, harsher this time, and it pulled choked gasp from you. You weren't sure how much longer you were going to last, not with the way his cock was relentlessly drilling into you. That burning desire from before now simmered throughout your whole body and airy moans built up in your throat, Crocodile's grip on your face getting tighter with each one that slipped past your lips.

His eyes never left your face in the mirror as you teetered over the edge of your orgasm, that coiled feeling in your lower stomach so incredibly taut.

"Keep looking at me, sweetheart," Crocodile lustfully growled, causing your eyebrows to crease further together as another desperate moan came from you. While your mind was becoming absolute mush, you focused on locking eyes with him and a satisfied groan rumbled it's way through Crocodile. "Good, that's it."

Your pussy clenched around his cock at his praise, earning you a hiss of pleasure from your husband. Shifting his hips, Crocodile changed his angle all while keeping his brutal pace but now he was hitting your sweet spot, making your vision white out.

With a few more wanton cries, your orgasm finally coursed through you wildly and you wrapped your arms around Crocodile's sturdy arm at your waist to anchor yourself to him. Your sobs of ecstasy echoed around the bathroom while you continued to rock your hips back in time with his thrusts, riding out every bit of your orgasm. Crocodile was stroking your face again, his breathing turning harsh and heavy while his eyes devoured you in the mirror.

Just as you came down from your sexual high, Crocodile let go of your face to hold you by your hip, keeping you in place while his cock plunged into you erratically. You could barely catch your breath, only choked moans barely making their way out of you while he had his way with you.

With a deep groan that radiated through his chest, Crocodile snapped his hips forward one last time and spilled into you. Small gasps escaped you as felt his cock kick inside of you and his arms now crushed you against his torso. Soon, you felt his body relax against yours and you bit your lip to hold back a light whine.

The two of you stayed like that while you both caught your breath, your sweat slicked bodies melting against one another. Your eyes slid closed and you relished in the moment with him, feeling his chest move with every breath he took.

After a few moments of this, you reopened your eyes to find Crocodile looking at your scar through the mirror. His expression told you nothing of what he was thinking and it made you think back to that day. Ever since then, you had had a question for him that you still had yet to ask him.

"You look like you have something on your mind," he rasped out, an eyebrow quirked in question.

Still holding onto his arm, one of your hands gave his forearm a light squeeze before you answered him. 

“When you first saw me – first saw what they did...” you trailed off, gathering your thoughts. “You had this look on your face, only for a moment. But it was like you were elsewhere.” Flicking your eyes back up to his, your question was a gentle whisper. “Where did you go?”

Crocodile held your gaze in the mirror for a beat before he sighed, looking away.

“The past.”

His tone, weary but still pointed, made it clear that you weren’t getting anything else from him about it. But you understood; his past had always been an untouchable subject between the two of you, no matter how long you had been by his side.

You were his wife, his secretary, his – sometimes literally – partner-in-crime, but for someone like Crocodile, there would always be a wall that could never fully be brought down.

You gave him a small okay and began to idly rub your thumb along his forearm, dropping the topic.

Letting out another deep breath through his nose, Crocodile dropped his forehead onto your shoulder. Your eyes softened as you watched him for a moment before reaching your hand back to thread your fingers through his, now slightly mussed up, slicked back hair. You heard a small rumble come from your husband as his strong arms pulled your body closer to his.

Affection, like this, from Crocodile was a rarity, and it was always on his terms – starting and ending exactly when he deemed so. You bit back a smile as the thought of him being like a large, disgruntled cat floated through your mind.

His nose rubbed against your back as he buried his face against you, his hand digging into the meat of your hip.

"It'll never happen again."

His words – quiet but solemn, a whisper against your skin – pulled you from your thoughts as you felt his arms constrict around you further.

You didn't need him to clarify what he meant. Ever since you'd returned, you had constantly felt Crocodile's shadow everywhere you went. His presence a silent and looming, but protective veil over you.

He hadn't uttered a word about it – no showy demands or controlling orders. But as you went about your day to day life, your husband was just always there. Smoking a cigar nearby while you filed paperwork, trailing closely behind you as browsed through different stores, watching from your shared bed as you went about your nightly routine.

You knew there was a good chance you'd eventually tire of it, especially if he started to bar you from going anywhere or doing certain things, but for now, you were letting yourself enjoy his comfort and security.

Crocodile lifted his head and met your eyes in the mirror one more time. Now, there was a fire in his eyes, a fire that said he'd let this whole world burn for you – something he'd already proven on that day.

With his face next to yours, the start of your scar and the end of his became one long, scarred line.

A small smirk graced your lips, one that Crocodile returned easily, before you gave his forearm another squeeze.

"I know."

Kid loves the way you say his name when you use that tone- the one that reveals: you acknowledge his bullshit but still adore him. Even as you roll your eyes at him, flashing him a soft smile immediately after. Your calling card that you love him and his sardonic personality.

He especially loves to hear you say his name when it's veiled behind a layer of lust as he pleasures you. The way you scream his name as you explode in ecstasy; it told him he was damn good at taking care of you.

Grin on his face, he finished up the trinket he was working on. The latest gift for you. A little music box that played your song. The one that perfectly summarized your relationship together. Grinning wider because he knew you were going to love it and because you would be so grateful you would be eager to jump his bones.

Kid found you on the main deck tending to ship duties. He snuck up behind you and threw his arm over your chest, leaning his head down on your shoulder to kiss your neck.

"You busy?"

Laughing, "not anymore. What's up?"

Grinning and giving your shoulder a quick nip, he straightens up and tugs your arm, leading you to your shared cabin. Once inside and the door inconspicuously locked, he holds up the music box.

"Made ya somethin'," he smiled, eyes bright with excitement.

"Kid! Thank you it's beautiful!" you cry, taking the box and admiring the craftsmanship and engravings. The rotund shape was designed to look like a world map with a clear distinction of the red line. You giggle and chatter in awe. The praise lifting him up and inflating his already massive ego.

"Open it," he encouraged.

Your gasp sent lightning down his spine and to his dick. The inside has a metal ship, a mini Victoria Punk, in the center. The inside made to look like the ocean. Little metal waves lined up the bottom and surrounded the vessel.

Reaching thick fingers out, he twisted the lever in the back til it was wound up. "Put it on the table and enjoy the show."

The song begins to flow out, your eyes fly open as you set the music box down. Realization that it's your song hits you, your hands covering your mouth as you watch the waves begin to sway and the ship sail in a circular circuit.

"Kiiiiid!" you squeal out. This was by far the most romantic gift he's ever given you.

"Yyyyy/Nnnnn" he pressed up behind you, caging you between his body and the table.

"I love it so much, it's my most prized treasure! Kid, I'm gonna suck you dry."

That alone made him hard as steel. Pressing his boner into your ass, he growled in your ear.

"Then do something about it."

You grind your ass to him, giving yourself room to turn and drop to your knees; your hands cupping and tracing his length over his pants. You quickly undo his belts and zipper, his massive bulge hidden behind tight briefs. The faint trail of ginger hairs from under his briefs ran up to his lower abs, it tickles your forehead as you kiss his clothed cock, making him throb.

Kid grabs your head in a tight grip, he doesn't love the teasing.

Removing his briefs, you lick and suck his aching cock, humming at his salty precum as your mouth envelopes him. His eyes roll to the back of his head as you expertly swallow him as much as you're able; bobbing your head up and down his throbbing cock, pausing to swirl your tongue on his tip causing him to moan out your name.

You hollow out your cheeks and slurp on his cock in a lewd manner, and he loves you all the more for it. The way you enthusiastically take him in, going past your limits and being so vocally proud of it too. It made his stomach tighten.

"Fu-fuck you're gonna break your own record," he panted.

"Only my best efforts for you Captain Kid."

He's done for.

Hips bucking as he cums, he holds your head steady with a firm grip as he ejaculates down your throat; rutting into your mouth and letting out a groan as he rode it out. His grip slacks and you begin to pull off, making sure you clean him up with torturous swirls of your tongue on his sensitive member.

He pushes you down, leaving open mouthed kisses over your body while stroking your sex. Your body convulses from his touches, leaning into his mouth as his mechanical arm holds your thighs spread. He sets a pace that quickly builds you up, ripping moans from your swollen lips. He keeps you steady until you whimper.

"Kiiid," you squirm under him.

"Yes Y/N?"

"Pleeeaseee let me cum!"

"Oh you like this? You want me to bring you over the edge?"

"Yes Kid!" He quickens his pace but doesn't do more to get you off. "Please Kid!" He quickens his pace again, just shying off enough before you peak.

"Kiiiiiiid! Please, what do you want me to do?!"

"I'll get you off, if you pray to me," he groans.

Your eyes roll to the heavens and you begin to serenade him with his favorite sounds.

BONUS: The music box song

"Oi, Y/N. Where are you going?" the brash voice of your Captain stopped you in your tracks.

"Explore a little since we're still here. Is that not ok?" the carefree smile on your face creased with worry.

You had been growing closer with Eustass Kid day by day since you had joined the crew. In retrospect it wasn't that long ago he found you on your island and invited you to join him on his adventures. You did what you could to stay on his good side, and every opportunity you spent with him seemed to drag slowly as you learned more about each other; you wouldn't have it any other way.

He lit up every corner of your mind even when he wasn't in your presence. Infiltrating every region of your brain with his sexy, brooding demeanor. That only seemed to perk up when you kept him company. At least, you hoped that's what you saw and felt, and not something you imagined.

"How many times do I gotta tell ya - don't leave the ship without telling one of the higher ups! Don't wanna lose you, dummy."

"Well there's nobody else here so I thought it was no big deal!" you stuck your tongue out at him, "I'll try to remember next time."

Kid's face broke out with an amused look, "If you fall down into some ancient, underground dwelling and no one hears you, what then? Or if you come across a carnivorous plant that tries to eat you, you think you'd regret not telling someone you'd left the ship?"

"Oh my gods stop with your whataboutisms, I get it, I'm sorry! If you're so worried about me, come along then," you resumed your walk to the gangplank.

"Let's go on a side quest," you beamed up at him. Hoping your smile would win him over so you could greedily hog his attention.

Not that he was never not willing to give it to you. He seemed to enjoy making you beg for it lately, so you were trying a new approach that didn't feel quite so...pathetic for your own sake.

Kid studied you with a piercing gaze, the grin on his face never leaving. Only growing wider.

"Just us hmm? Sure, I guess I can spare the newest, and weakest, member some one-on-one time so they can feel safe. It's a big, scary world out there."

"Byyyeeeeee," you waved as you descended the ship, leaving him with a gaping mouth.

"Hey wait up!"

---

The weather was just right, not blazing hot and just enough cover from the foliage to create an intimate atmosphere. You could talk to him about anything and everything it felt like.

Coming up on a small field of flowers, the sudden burst of color made you hover over them in appreciation. Kid was standing behind as you smelled them. Admiring the way your curves and body rounded you out so perfectly that it made his eyes glaze over.

You let out a sneeze, straightened your posture and continued your walk. Kid watched you silently before moving, falling in step with you before you ever noticed he was gone. Soon you met a fork in the path.

“Which way?” you asked him.

“I dunno,” he smirked. Pulling a handful of flowers from behind his back, he handed them to you, not looking at you but at the two routes. “Pull the petals or something.”

Stunned, you took them, “Oh! But these are so pretty, I don’t think I can.”

With a snort, he plucked a stem from your fingers and began, “Left, right, left, right…”

You fidgeted as you waited, a sudden warmth taking over you, making you clench the stems in your hand hard enough to make them wilt.

“Left, right, aaaaaand left,” he shook the remains of the pollen in the air as he tossed the last petal. With a cool touch of his metal hand on your hip, he gently pushed you on, “C’mon, the flower decided.”

A blush touched your cheeks as you wordlessly let him lead. Kid’s touch lingered for a few yards before he let go, suddenly walking ahead a little faster.

“Everything ok?”

“Yeah, just scouting for a place to rest.”

You picked up your pace, yet you were no match against his long strides. He almost escaped your sight as he halted and let out a sigh of relief.

“This is a good spot. Hang out here, I need to take a leak.”

Without waiting for you, he jogged between the trees.

Perplexed, you reached a natural spring and some large, flat rocks stacked upon each other towering over the stream. You chose that spot to wait, enjoying the babble of water and low trill of insects in the breeze. Checking your watch every few minutes, you soon became impatient and rocked subtly against the stone, subconsciously seeking relief for a wispy ache.

After 15 minutes, you decided to look for your Captain. Maybe one of his wild warnings came true and he was impaled in a hole somewhere. Or he got lost. Neither option made you feel good. Thinking of his hulking, muscular body dirty and bloody, you bit your lip, gnawing on the idea of nursing him back to health in the wilderness all by yourself.

You heard frustrated curses and followed them to the source.

Eustass Kid, slamming through tree barks. The wood splintered from the impact, his mechanical arm not bothered by the strike moved on to the next tree. Grabbing the trunk with both arms—

--and rutting manically against it.

“Fuck fuck fuck!!! Go away!!!!” he bent his head down and seemingly screamed at himself.

“C-captain?” you stood a few feet from him, unsure if you should have called his attention or quietly run away while you had the chance. He seemed pissed.

Kid’s scowl should have sent your soul to the grave with how fierce it was, but the only thing you felt was your blood boiling and the ache in your body growing severely. You couldn’t help the way your body naturally shifted, thighs tightening and rubbing faintly.

He saw. His golden amber eyes never missed anything.

“Y/N,” his gravelly voice was lower than normal. Slowly, he stood to his full height and turned to you. A raging boner straining against his pants. “I-I think I’m having an allergic reaction or some shit,” he tried to explain.

Your eyes went from his face to his erection, to the flowers still in your hand. Cautiously you walked up to him, closing the distance he could feel your body heat despite not really being in contact with you. You dropped all but one to the ground, cradling the bulb in your palm as you put it in front of your faces.

And crushed it.

Puffs of pollen escaped between your fingers. Your body felt like it was a slow burning candle, and the fire was not where you yearned it to be. Kid’s pupils dilated they hardly left slivers of the color you love so much.

Your bodies crashed into each other with needy, hungry fervor. Kid’s lips devoured yours, metal hand clutching your body and pinning you to a nearby tree. You wrapped your hand around his covered cock and he let out a deep groan. He thrusted into your hand, hard enough that his body trapped yours against the tree, bucking with reckless abandon. It wasn’t long before you abandoned your grip and pulled yourself up and wrapped your legs around his waist.

He eagerly accepted the change of pace, using his flesh hand to grab at your ass to stabilize his grinding directly between your legs. A lovely melody spilled from your lips as he kept up his ministrations, unwilling to let go now after hearing the beautiful sounds you made for him. When he wasn’t even inside you yet.

It was for that reason he took his time walking back to the spring while groping and making out with you. Slamming you against every other tree so he could pleasure you both, drawing out the anticipation with agonizing edging and teasing.

“K-Ki—” you couldn’t speak, desperation robbing your brain cells as tears streamed from your eyes. “Please!”

“I’ll take care of you,” he bit your lower lip. Quick to shed both your clothes, he laid you against the smooth rock, caressing your shoulder and hip as you felt his hardened length pressing against your core.

You let out a needy whimper, Kid kissed you as he pushed in. Feeling your mewling cries against his lips, his tongue slipped into your mouth and freed your voice.

It rose higher and higher with each thrust of his cock. His own wanton moans joining yours in chorus as you climbed your peaks together.

“Fuuuck, I’ve wanted this for so long,” he groaned, panting heavily over you. “U-under different c-circ—”

You hushed him with a scrape of your nails against his back, “Me-me too! Don’t stop, don’t—”

Kid shifted and grabbed your legs to sit higher on his hips, slamming into you deeply. The edges of your being felt hazy as your core tightened. Your walls fluttered around him as he rolled his hips, your moans coming out near breathless as your orgasm washed over you.

You clamped on his cock with a strangled shriek, head hitting the stone and nails digging into his arms as you came. A veil of white flooded your vision as you rode the wave, feeling your body moving with his in synchrony. Sweet moans spilled from your lips with every slap of his balls against your sopping cheeks.

Kid’s hips stuttered, letting out a choked cry as his hips pistoned faster. You felt his cock twitch before it left your gummy walls. He jerked his hand on his cock and when that wasn’t enough he pressed his length against your quivering lips, tip of the head nestled over your clit, and rut his hips until he came.

You could feel the hot spurts land on your belly, smearing and spreading between your bodies as he kept going. Pushing you both to the point of overstimulation.

“I can’t I can’t fuck I don’t want to stop!!” he roared, burrowing his fingers deep into your skin to leave bruises.

You answered with your own grinding, hungry for so much more. With each slide of his cock, your stomach coiled, wounding tightly quickly.

When you came, it was pain, pleasure, euphoria, hysteria, and tingling numbness all at once as your body tensed and pulsed. You felt the wave crest and then wetness on you. Then hotter, heavier droplets as Kid followed you with his own bliss.

A pool of fluids mixed between your bodies as you stayed locked in position, both of you catching your breaths, hearts beating wildly against each other.

“I meant it,” he finally muttered. Raising his head to look at you, rubbing his fingers on your jaw, “I did and still do. Meant to wine and dine you first.”

You smiled tenderly, half-lidded eyes drinking him in, “You still can. I’ve been wanting that very much.”

“Yeah?” he leaned to kiss your cheek, his slight movements triggered his arousal as he swelled against you. “What else have you been wanting from me?”

“A few things,” you let out a shy giggle, “Want to try some of them out while we’re here?”

Kid grinned widely, “You can have me for as long as you’d like.”

Unbeknownst to either of you, the aphrodisiacal effects of the flowers you inhaled will last for several, several hours.