MAGNUS the PIRATE

Kid:

You should have known better than to sit next to Kid. He could never keep his hands to himself and tonight was no different. It started with his arm draped over your shoulders, ever so innocently. Then his fingertips brushed across your nipple, possibly an accident. It was not accidental, however, when he squeezed the same breast. You shrugged away from his groping, rolling your eyes. This movie wasn't his pick, therefore he was bored.

Kid wrapped part of his coat around you, concealing the fact that his hand was creeping ever-steadily up your thigh. You clamped your knees together, giving him a warning glare. You did not want to be embarrassed in front of the others. You were sat between Kid and Killer. Heat and Wire were on a separate couch.

Kid's hand rested on your thigh until you had forgotten about it. You actually wanted to watch the movie. Your attention moved away from keeping your legs together, which is when Kid slipped his fingers up one side of your shorts, pushing your panties to the side. You had to bite your tongue to keep from yelping in surprise.

At first he lazily slid his fingers in and out of you. As the movie went on, you were glad it was loud. Maybe then Killer wouldn't hear how wet your cunt was. You could tell it was making sinfully sloppy squelches with every movement of Kid's thick fingers.

Towards the end of the movie, the others had noticed your face buried in Kid's side, and were making fun of you for being scared. Thank fuck Wire picked a horror film, otherwise they might realize you were stifling moans as you came in the palm of Kid's hand. You were even more grateful that Kid carried you off to his room afterward, so that no one could see that your shorts were completely soaked through.

Killer:

The best part about Killer's mask was that no one could tell what his facial expressions were. No one could tell that his eyes were closed and he wasn't watching the movie. No one could tell his mouth was opened slightly, breathing hard. No one could see how his face contorted in pleasure.

Sure, Killer swatted your hand away a few times. He actually looked forward to movie night and to testing his gourmet popcorn flavors. Maybe you had dropped a few pieces as you reached over his lap, just to rub your hand over the crotch of his sleep pants. There weren't enough comfy places to sit. You and Killer volunteered to sit on the floor so others could have a turn on the couch. Killer was leaned up against the side of the couch, and you were leaned up on the side of Killer. The couch blocked the two of you from view. Kid, as the captain, took up the entire couch himself, stretched across the entire thing. Luckily for you, his feet were towards you, so there was no danger of him peeking over the side to catch you in the act.

It only took a few kernels dropped in Killer's lap before you felt him get hard under your touch. He gave up trying to swat your hand away, even adjusting his position so that his cock was readily available for you to do with as you pleased. It was already about halfway through the movie. You ate popcorn with one hand and gave Killer a leisurely over-the-pants handjob with the other. You waited for him to start squirming. Your pace was slow on purpose, teasing him. When you felt him start subtly rocking his hips into your hand, you decided to give him a little more.

You had done some risky things, fighting marines, playing with guns, trusted some questionable farts, but nothing as daring as this. You acted like you were tired and wanted to rest your head in Killer's lap. In reality, you slipped his cock out of the fly of his pants and gave him head. You were careful not to be too vigorous or make too much noise. Killer even dared to talk when one of the others made a comment about the movie, voice unwavering.

During one of the louder scenes, you pushed things a little further, going at it a little faster. You could tell he was close when you felt his hand pushing your head. Killer must have liked it a whole lot more than he let on, because the load he pumped into your mouth was more than you expected. It was easy to blaming the coughing on a popcorn kernel stuck in your throat.

Heat:

Heat always had trouble sleeping. He was plagued with nightmares most nights. You had caught him awake a few times at varying hours of the night. Tonight was the same. You were having trouble sleeping yourself and decided to get a glass of water. One of the common rooms you passed by had a light on. It was the projector den den. You peeked your head in to see Heat, splayed out on the couch, half-watching a movie.

You didn't think you would be able to sleep anyway so you made a quiet knock on the doorframe. Heat glanced up and nodded a greeting. He didn't say anything but he sat up on the couch to make room for you. You plopped onto the opposite side of the couch.

Before long you were sliding down in your seat, drifting in and out of sleep. When you opened your eyes again, you had slipped lower. To your horror, you had your feet buried in Heat's side. They must have gotten cold when you were asleep. You hastily apologized and drew them back up under you.

Heat cleared his throat to get your attention and when you looked at him, he had his arm out, gesturing for you to sit closer. He knew you often got cold, but he had never offered to keep you warm like this. Unfortunately the comfort got very uncomfortable very quickly when the random movie he had put on had a rather long, steamy love scene in it. You knew you should have just stared straight ahead. So what? You were two buddies hanging out watching a movie. So what if there was sex in it? You were just pals watching some girl getting eaten out. So what?

Slowly, you turned to Heat, holding your breath, wondering what his face looked like watching it. You let your breath out, realizing he was already looking at you. You swallowed, staring at him, running your tongue over your lips. He stared too, like he was waiting for something. You leaned closer, giving him an almost imperceptible nod, just in case he wasn't thinking the same lecherous thoughts you were thinking.

As soon was he saw it, he was pressing his lips to yours, kissing you like he had been starving for it this entire time. It wasn't like you didn't also want it this badly. You were pulling him on top of you without a second thought. He kissed you lower and lower, moving from your neck to your stomach. You were only wearing an oversized sleep shirt over your panties and you were more than happy to kick those off so Heat could reenact the scene from the movie.

It turned out that your feet weren't the only things that liked the warmth of Heat's body. His mouth was even hotter, both literally and figuratively. The sensation between your folds was unreal. You put your shirt in your mouth as a gag. You didn't want to wake the whole ship. Heat had other ideas and gently removed it. He wanted to hear you when you finished on his tongue. There was nothing to mask it, since the movie had ended some time ago, but it seemed everyone was too deep in slumber to notice, or if they did, they never mentioned anything.

Wire:

Wire was always in the back. Because he was tall? Yes. But that wasn't the only reason. Wire liked to multitask when he watched movies. While the entire crew was watching the movie on the deck in front of him, he was making you squirm. Wire had you concealed in his cloak on his lap, just as you had his cock concealed inside of you.

Wire loved playing his games with you. He wanted to see how far you got in the movie before you were begging for him to move inside you or for him to take you inside to fuck you dumb. For now, you bit your lip and tried to keep your hips still. If you tried to move for some relief, he would turn on the vibrator that was up against your clit and make you scream in front of every person here. Wire wasn't shy. He would bend you over and fuck you in front of everyone if you asked. In fact, he would absolutely love for you to ask. He would settle for having his little cockwarmer in secret.

Just because you weren't allowed to move, didn't mean that he wasn't. The rules didn't apply to him. Every time you started to get comfortable, he would adjust himself, conveniently moving his hips to bury his cock deeper within your walls. One day, he knew he would get you to crack. He would make you beg him to fuck you right here, with an audience. Until then, the audience would have to settle for this mundane documentary on the ocean. Whoever picked this would be banned from picking a movie ever again.

The Commanders:

Some might call you greedy. You had been planning this for some time. Separately, you had invited Kid, Killer, Heat, and Wire to come watch a movie with you. There were no false pretenses. You hinted at exactly what you wanted. The only thing was, they didn't know about the other three. You probably could have outright asked for group sex. You had hooked up with all of them on occasion, sometimes alone, sometimes not. You just weren't sure how to ask, or maybe you were self-conscious about asking.

It turned out they already knew what the deal was when they turned up. They had all either brought it up casually or were outright bragging, in Kid's case, about having a night alone with you. There was still a surprise though. You didn't actually want to watch a movie. You wanted to make a movie, just in case this was a one-time event.

One thing about the Kid, Killer, Heat, and Wire was that they were all more than happy to make your fantasies a reality, and they wouldn't judge you for it either, nor consider you greedy. The only thing they had a hard time agreeing on, was who went first. You were eager to jump right in, but Wire was a stickler for discussing terms and conditions of all kinky sexual encounters. When everyone's preferences, yes's, no's, maybe's, and safe words were clear, Wire allowed everyone to start.

Since it was your idea, your fantasy, they decided that you should determine the order. First, you wanted to have everyone individually while the other three watched, starting with the captain, out of respect of course. Normally when you hooked up, your flings consisted of mostly quickies. You had always wanted to take your time, ride him, watch him become impatient, and thrust up into you, so that's exactly what you did. Kid couldn't stop himself from grabbing your hips and pulling them down onto his cock at an increasing rate until he came. With Wire, you had never had vanilla, missionary sex. Halfway through, you asked him to fuck you doggy style. It felt weird to maintain eye contact with him when most of the time you were with him you were blindfolded or hogtied or consensually incapacitated. With Heat, you loved when he was rough with you, but he rarely wanted to be. He preferred to be on the receiving end of roughness. You had to guide his hands to choke you how you liked and give him a bit of encouragement to spank you. Meanwhile, Wire was practically foaming at the mouth to take over for him. Killer had waited patiently for his turn. His favorite thing was to eat you out, so you obliged him. You weren't going to be left out though. While you smothered him with your cunt, your tongue played with as much of his cock as you could reach. When you had your fill of being the boss, you handed the reigns over to them, letting them handle you how they wanted to, all within your boundaries.

Kid and Killer tag teamed you, as did Wire and Heat. They used every hole that you asked them to and as many times as you asked. Maybe it was more begging than asking at that point. They used you in every way that you or they could come up with. You wanted them to keep going for as long as they possibly could, until they couldn't nut anymore. You wanted to be a fucked out, dripping cum dump and you wanted it all to be on film so you could relive it as many times as you wanted to. Granted, they would have happily obliged you for many more nights like this one.

Hours had passed before it was over. As expected, Wire was the last one to tap out. You had gotten exactly what you wanted. You could barely move, or think for that matter. Cum had probably touched every inch of your body. As exhausted as everyone was, Killer made sure everyone was hydrated, and had fixed a small snack. Heat helped clean everyone off. Kid was sure to tell everyone what they could have done better. Wire praised you for how well you handled marathon sex, and made sure that everything was how you wanted it to be. You had never stuck around long enough to discover this, but it turned out they were all a little clingy after intense sexual encounters. Kid had wrapped his arm around you and hadn't let you go since. Killer was rubbing his back. Heat gave your head an affectionate pet. Wire was still there, which counted as being clingy in his world.

Dare.

Dare. 

Dare.

Your bold statement had come out smug and confident, echoing in your head with a twinge of regret.

The Dare was to go into the hot springs and take a photo – of Killer and your Captain. Damn the others for knowing your kryptonite.

There was an opt-out option – to clean the communal bathrooms for a month. No fucking way.

As you walked through the island you took nervous hits of your blunt to ease the butterflies in your stomach. All you had to do was take a picture. There were no restrictions, you could be seen or hidden, as long as you got a photo of them that was all you needed to escape this torturous dare disguised as a group bonding activity.

Fuck the crew! You loved them but also fuck them. You were gonna get them back.

About a hundred yards away from the hot spring you took a final drag and snuffed out the remaining blunt. Giving yourself an internal pep talk as you took each step.

‘Position self behind a bush. Snap a picture. Sneak away and then run like the devil’s on my heels.’

Picturing your devil of a captain, your stomach coiled with anxiousness. Oh how you wished you could light up the roach.

Creeping between the foliage, you could hear Kid and Killer talking to each other in relaxed conversation. They didn’t appear to notice you, silently cursing as you realized they were still too far to take a photo.

Tip toeing on the patches of grass, you could make out their conversation more clearly.

“Ya ever think about sleeping with someone on the crew?” Kid suddenly asked Killer. You nearly fell over yourself when you heard the statement.

“Once in a while, rarely act on it though. You?” Killer mused.

“All the time.”

“Horn dog,” Killer scoffed.

“Can ya blame me? All our girls are hot as fuck.”

“Yeah, but I also see most of them as sisters…”

“You’re so pure,” Kid laughed. “Yeah they’re family, but they’re also not. I’m not saying I’d do anything about it either but it’s tempting some times.”

You felt as if you weren’t breathing, skillfully crawling around the shrubs eager to hear and see more, as silent as the dead. One breath and they were sure to discover you.

“Ahh is this about Y/N again?”

Time stopped. Your heart stopped. You didn’t dare move.

“Could be,” there was a tilt in Kid’s voice. “Don’t pretend you don’t think about her and what it could be like.”

“You’re being vulgar, which isn’t surprising, but what do you expect me to say? ‘Sure Kid I’ll bow out from another person of interest to give you the advantage as your friend.’” Killer legitimately sounded a little mad. Well like, personal hurt mad, not crazy mad which he was every single second.

“I’m a man with needs too. And I LIKE her.”

You wished to be a small lizard so you could watch them argue about you. Maybe the blunt was laced with something – wouldn’t put it past your crew to be honest.

Low growling preceded a laugh, and you could hear the sound of water splashing. Oh to the gods to be a fish in that spring.

“Alright fair enough. Would it make you feel better if we do it together? It’d be her choice who she’d choose no matter what, no hurt fee fees over it. Maybe if we come at her with a multi-partner thing, 50/50 she agrees?”

“Kid!”

“60/40?”

“Stop it.”

“Damn 10/90?”

More splashing of water, waves of it crashing over your coverage and wetting your clothes. Practicing your breathing exercises, you mentally pumped yourself up to get it over with. One snap and bam, you’re gone.

“What if we show her our dicks first?”

“KID!”

“Whadd’ya say Y/N? Wanna check the goods before you sample them?” Kid couldn’t hold back his laughter.

Gods be damned. They all sucked.

Gathering the last ounce of dignity and lighting your roach, you jumped out from behind the foliage with your camera, looking to the side as you snapped the picture. Whether is was worthy enough to pass was no longer your priority.

“IT WAS A DARE!!!!” you screeched as your turned on your heel and bolted. You poor thing, you didn’t make it past 1 yard.

“Oh you’re not going anywhere, Y/N,” Kid taunted as Killer wrapped his arms around you and picked you up. His towel becoming loose and distressed from your struggling. Bringing you back to the hot spring.

Taking the camera, Kid tossed it in the water with the smuggest face a motherfucker could make.

“We showed you ours, now we dare you to show yours.”