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Kid sighed as he rubbed his face. It was the last few days they could be legally occupying the dorm, and he had not entirely figured out his living situation. Heat and Wire had offered to let him couch surf between their places, but they both had studio apartments, and most of his stuff would still be in Killer’s garage anyway. Luffy had approached Law and Kid, offering a house that Luffy’s grandma, Dadan, had been renting to his older brothers. Both of them would be studying abroad for a year. More like Sabo was studying abroad, Ace was just backpacking around another country again, and they needed a warm body in the place or Dadan would rent it out to someone else.

It really was a nice offer, too good to pass up. Law was starting his residency and it was close to the hospital, nor was it terribly far from Killer’s house, under a ten minute drive. However, Law had pulled Kid into his room, both of them standing among the boxes and medical textbooks. They both agreed, it was good, but the glaring issue would be that they would then continue to live with Luffy, something neither of them were really sure they wanted.

Rubbing the back of his head, Kid looked out into the living space, Luffy just smiling blankly at the two of them standing in Law’s room with his lanky arms hanging over the back side of the couch. There was not a single thought behind those eyes, and it was unsettling. Law reached over and slowly closed the door, both of them equally creeped out.

“Look, we can both agree that this is a good deal. An actual house we can fit in, only cover utilities, and it’s a desirable location. But do we really want to be babysitting that—” Law motioned to the door of his room, indicating he was talking about Luffy, “—for another year?”

Kid sighed, his shoulders slumping as he looked down at Law, “You’re not wrong. I can keep working on campus this summer, but come the fall, I’ll have to find another job, and not having to pay rent would be a dream. Not sure living with Luffy is all that worth it, though. Might rather starve…”

“Wait,” Law blinked at Kid, “You aren’t running the underground robot fighting ring anymore?”

“For legal purposes, I ain’t answering that.” Kid glared down at him.

Law nods in response, folding his tattooed arms again, “Right. Back to topic, we both agree. We tell him no.”

Running his hand through his hair, the redhead sighed, nodding, “Yeah, we tell him no.”

The two men exchanged a look, shaking hands in a manly fashion and turning to the door again. Law opened the door, pushing Kid out first to face Luffy directly. The steely resolve they had before was fading fast under the blissful blankness of the boy wearing the straw hat. Luffy was a handful, but he had still been their dorm-mate and friend acquaintance for the last two years. Sure, it had been rough, almost near torture at times, but he had always been a good person.

As Kid looked into the sparkling and awaiting gaze of Luffy and gulped, Law stood behind his larger frame. He nudged Kid closer to Luffy, making Kid be the one to break the news. They both knew that Luffy would be absolutely heartbroken to hear them say no, and now that they were in the moment, neither Kid or Law wanted to be the one to burst the idiot’s bubble.

Kid’s mouth ran dry as he stared the other boy down, swallowing hard as he finally mustered to crack out the words.

“Yeah, let’s do it.”

“Yes! Shi-shi-shi-shi!” Luffy laughed as he jumped on the couch, then fell on the floor, breaking through the coffee table that was furnished through the school and they would now have to pay for (again).

Law threw his arms up, an exasperated growl escaping him, “YOU HAD ONE JOB, EUSTASS-YA!”

Kid turned on Law, gritting his teeth and motioning to Luffy on the floor as the other boy let out a very weak ‘I’m okay’, “THEN YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE LET ME GO FIRST! YOU LOOK THAT DOOFY LITTLE MORON IN HIS STUPID LITTLE DOE EYES AND TELL HIM YOU AIN’T GONNA MOVE IN WITH HIM!”

The tattooed man looked at Luffy, who sat there on the pile of debris that was the coffee table, laughing and adjusting his old straw hat atop his head. Law swallowed hard, huffing out his nose as he turned back to his room, “FINE! But I get the biggest room!”

“And he slammed the door behind him after that.”

Kid’s head lay in your lap later that night as you rather idly played with his hair. You both were on the couch since Killer was working late at the restaurant, and you two managed to steal some time together. However, even Kid could tell your focus was elsewhere. His story of him and Law agreeing to move in with Luffy at his grandma’s rental was really not the most riveting of news, but you were usually far more engaged in conversation than this. The only response you gave was a small affirmative ‘Hm’.

Your gaze wasn’t focused on anything in particular, resting your chin on your knuckles as your fingers in his hair slowed slightly. It was obvious you were distracted.

“Hey,” Kid sat up a little bit, turning to look at you more. It’s not as if he was going to demand your attention, but it had still been a few weeks since the two of you did anything below the belt. He had been getting a little antsy, “You good?”

At first you barely registered that Kid had sat up until he touched your chin to look at him, “Huh? What?”

Kid cocked a hairless brow and gave you a smirk, “You haven’t heard a word I said, have you?”

You heaved a heavy sigh and pushed his hand away, “Yeah, you and Law are moving in with Luffy at some house or another…”

“Okay fine,” he pouted a bit, laying his head on the back of the couch and folding his arms, “You win this one…”

Looking over at Kid, you sighed and then laid your head on his arm, “You’re kinda right, though. I don’t know if I am good or not. I’ve just been… all over the place with work and this big project we are trying to get done…”

Kid watched as you bit your lip; there was more you were not telling him. He had come to learn some of your tells. Not that you really kept secrets from him, the two of you had been very open and honest with each other the last few weeks since the highland games. Even if you didn’t say it right away, you eventually did. It was a level of honesty Kid was not used to having outside of Killer, and he was still not sure how he felt about it.

He was about to leave it for now when your phone on the coffee table started to light up and buzz with a blocked number. You closed your eyes tight, waving a hand at it, “Reject that, will you?”

Again, Kid gave you a quizzical look, “It’ll just go to voice mail. Why not turn it off?”

“Because then I will have to turn it back on and see all the flipping messages!”

You growled a bit, throwing a pillow at the phone. It knocked it off the table, both the pillow and your phone sliding across the room. Again, the screen immediately lit up with a blocked number, and you just turned to bury your face against Kid’s pecs. He did not hate that, but it was a little hard to see you so upset over something that could easily be dealt with.

Gazing down to you with a small glare, Kid struggled to hide his annoyance and possible jealousy, “Who’s blowin’ up your phone? One of your former dates?”

Breathing heavily out of your noise, you slowly looked up at him, resting your chin on his chest, “No,” there was a heavy coat of frustration in your voice, “Worse.”

Kid blinked, his features softening. What could be worse? It wasn’t Aphelandra, you did not have to ignore her calls if she ever even called in the first place. If it were work, you’d have answered, not that you were a workaholic, but you did have a large project that was due soon and busy. He racked his brain, unable to come up with anything.

“Really?” You sat up and looked him over a moment, your phone already going off again in the corner of the living room, “You can’t figure this one out?” Kid shook his head, chewing on the inside of his lip, “Do you not remember what brought me back to living with my brother a few months ago?”

“Oh…”

Kid did not remember. His brain was still on rewind, and you could see it in his face that it was moving at a snail’s pace.

“Oh my god!” You threw your arms in the air, getting up to pick up your phone, “My ex-fiancé! Yonji!”

“Oh!”

Kid’s eyes went a little wide, then got up to pick up your phone before you even reached it. His legs were longer, as were his arms. It took him no time at all to put an arm around your waist and hold you at his side as he picked up your phone from the floor, the blocked number image showing up and ringing yet again. According to the screen, it showed over ten missed calls, all blocked numbers.

You wiggled in his hold, struggling to grab your phone as he held it at a distance you could not reach. At his height, your feet could not touch the ground, either.

“Why is he calling you?”

“Give me back my phone!”

“I could just answer it and tell him to fuck off.”

“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!”

Looking down, Kid gawked at you, surprised. A wicked grin spreads across his face, thumb primed to select the accept call option when it started to vibrate again.

Defeated, you sighed, going slack in his arms, “I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing anything in my life right now. I haven’t even posted on social media after I moved out,” you huffed loudly, arms hanging there when you looked up at him, “Can you please put me down? This is getting uncomfortable…”

Kid allowed your feet to touch the ground, handing you your phone, but not before turning it off. He understood your request, but for him, the temptation would be there if it lit up again. You sighed heavily, looking at the empty screen as if a built up pressure had been released from your body. Slumping your shoulders, you leaned forward, face first into his chest. Naturally, Kid wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back.

“Our anniversary is in a few days. It would have been five years.” You huffed, resting your forehead between his massive chest muscles. “All I can think of is what a waste of my time, and just want to forget. However, he has not stopped…” There was a small tremble in your body, and it almost made Kid clench his fists in anger, “…I’m thinking of getting a new phone number…”

“Fuck that guy!” Kid did not hold back his ire, not that he ever would have, “Where’s he at? I’ll give that fucker a piece of my mind!”

It at least garnished a snort from you, “A piece of your mind includes your fists. You’ll get arrested, and I’m not bailing you out this time.”

“That was for the robot fights, not an actual fight.”

“And you are still running them! I’m not bailing you out of jail for anything ever again!”

Kid’s hands went up as it was now your turn to glare at him, “Okay, okay! I get it. I won’t go anywhere. Just…” he ran a hand through his hair, the other going to his hip as your face went back between his pecs, “I don’t like seeing you so agitated and distracted. Not when I’m here and we actually get to be alone for once.”

You looked up to him and saw the pout he was trying to hide. It was cute, and he had a point. While you two still stole some time alone when you were able to, the last fully intimate moment you had was when you gave him head after the games. The news of your step-mom’s pregnancy had rattled you, still rattled you a bit, but looking up at Kid giving you that look just made you smile, made your heart flutter all over again. He always made your heart flutter, but you weren’t about to tell him that; or anyone for that matter.

“You’re right,” you leaned back from him and took both of his large hands in yours, “We are completely alone for once, and I have been ignoring you and your needs.”

Kid looked rather confused, especially as you began to lead him back to the couch, sitting him down. You watched the light in his eyes ignite when it finally clicked in his head what you were getting at when you straddled his lap and ran your fingers through his hair. The pads of your fingers dug into his scalp when he pulled you in for a heated kiss. While you two stole a few kisses and make outs here and there, it had been a while since you really allowed for anything more, and now that you were letting down that wall, Kid wanted to take full advantage.

It was exactly what you needed, his rough hands slipped into the band of your shorts, then panties, gripping your ass harshly as he hummed to himself. Your own hands ran down his thick neck, then over his chest and arms, mapping the shape of his muscles that you had already come to know so well. You missed this, the feeling of his body, of his need for you and only you, as well as what he lit up deep within you.

Kid slipped your shorts off from your hips, at least as well as he could with you still straddling him. You felt how hard he had gotten and quickly with you in his lap, giggling with him as you helped to adjust yourself to get your lower body stripped and then laying on the couch under him. He watched you with both amazement and hunger as you unzipped the hoodie you were wearing with nothing else underneath. It was over sized on you, given it was his, having stole borrowed it on one of his more recent visits.

With all of the sexy outfits he had seen you in, nothing was more arousing to Kid than to see you in his hoodie, and nothing else. He kissed you again, spreading your legs apart gently with his thigh, contrasted by the roughness of his hand as he cupped your sex and ground his fingers against your slit.

“Been far too long, Princess…” he panted between kisses, moving his lips down your neck and then to your chest. You could already feel his lipstick smearing across your skin as he did. Kid reveled in the taste of your skin on his tongue, it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted. He left a trail of love bites over your breast before he swirled your nipple into his mouth, feeling your gummy walls clench around his fingers as he slipped two of them in.

You panted heavily, shifting your body to remove the last bit of clothing from yourself, “Far too long, I—”

“No,” a gasp escaped you as Kid growled, stopping you from removing his hoodie, “Leave it on.”

It was a little unusual from his normal commands of you, but the look in his golden eyes burned in a way you had not seen before, leaving you unable to do anything else but comply. As his fingers worked their magic, knowing your insides better than you knew them yourself, you ran your fingers through his hair, clinging tightly as his mouth began to mover further south, leaving a trail of love bites and lipstick along the way.

Kid gripped at the hoodie with your hips as he planted his face firmly between your thighs, licking and sucking at the apex of your pleasure. You bit your lip as you watched his eyes roll back with a euphoric hum when his tongue lapped at your folds, watching him become lost in the rapture of your taste. Rocking your hips against his face, you panted out his name heavily and repeatedly, just as you would the rest of the night.

You cocked a brow when you saw Kid’s beat up truck outside of the gym. He always mocked the gym you went to for being ’Hoity-toit’ in his words, so why else would he be here? After you two finally fucked for the first time in a while, you lamented how it never seemed like you two ever got to enjoy the after math long. Kid had held you close and said one of these days you’d get to wake up next to his beautiful face. He got mad when you wouldn’t stop laughing.

As much as you would still enjoy having a peaceful morning next to Kid not having to worry about anything, that was still a far away possibility when you woke up a few mornings later. It was the day of your anniversary to Yonji, and you had told Kid you wished to be alone. And yet here was his shitty ass truck sitting right there waiting, most likely for you.

Knocking on the window, the redhead nearly jumped as he looked over, then leaned across the bench seat to manually roll down the window, “Holy shit, Y/N. I was just about to text you.”

“What are you even doing here, Kid? Aren’t you supposed to be moving today?”

The man shrugged, trying his best to give you a nonchalant smile, but you could see right through him, “I’ve hauled ass the last few days to make sure things went smoothly. Law was concerned that the longer this went on, the more could go wrong, especially with Luffy’s involvement. Plus, I got the basement to myself and just… wanted more space…”

While his explanation made sense, you were still suspecting something to be up. Kid typically respected when you wanted your time. You folded your arms, not budging on your own mood and feelings toward the day.

“I’m also pretty sure I told you I wanted to be alone today?”

He almost looked like a kicked puppy with the pout he gave you, “Well, yeah, I know but… I still wanted to come and see you?”

Kid flashed you a rather unsure smile and you just blankly glared back at him, obviously not convinced. “Okay, fine!” The red haired man caved after the smallest moment under your scrutinizing gaze, “I may or may not have arranged some plans the other night to surprise you with after you mentioned about not getting to get more time together after sex. Then you texted me today that you wanted to be alone, and well…”

“So cancel them.”

Kid bit his lip, “I, uh, spent a lot of money on it.”

“Then take Goombie. I am not really in any mood—”

His eyes went wide, almost horrified, “I am NOT taking Killer to a couples spa and fancy hotel!”

You nearly dropped your gym bag, just staring at him with your jaw on the ground.

“Repeat that, Eustass Kid?”

Wincing at your use of his full name, Kid threw his hands up, “Look, it seemed like a good idea at the time. You didn’t want to think about your anniversary to that dip shit, so I thought, like… an actual spa visit would be nice instead of just whatever we have around the house and sitting on the couch. There was a package deal with this hotel chain, and just thought, well… two birds one stone. We could have a nice time together to get your mind off things, and then I could bang your brains out in a fancy hotel room where we don’t have to worry about who might come home or who might hear us or what kinda mess we make for once.”

Stunned, you just blankly stared at him. You weren’t even sure you blinked.

“I know, it now all sounds stupid in hindsight, but it’s nonrefundable, and…”

It was his turn to be shocked when you opened the door and climbed into the truck to kiss him. Slowly he smiled into the kiss as you held his face between your hands.

“You’re an absolute moron, but god damn if that is not the sweetest thing someone has done for me lately.”

“So… you’re good?”

You sat down in the passenger seat with as you tossed your gym back into the back storage space of the truck and closed the door, “I’m good. Let’s go.”

Kid pulled up to the hotel, the valet service giving him a rather strange look when he tossed them the keys and said to not scratch it. You rolled your eyes, still in your gym clothes as he put an arm around your waist and waited in the line for the front desk to check into the room. Standing there, you started to feel a little out of place. No one else really seemed to care, but the staff was dressed nicely, and most of the other hotel patrons were wearing high end clothing.

You shifted the weight of your stance, and Kid held you closer, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “I’m gonna fuck that little pussy of yours so hard, Princess,” his words caused your knees to go weak and you almost audibly moaned, “We’re gonna make such a mess, we’ll have to ask for extra sheets.”

He kissed your temple almost innocently, and you glared up at him with a smirk, already feeling out of place and now you were hot and bothered, “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Kid smiled back at you as if he had never spoken a dirty word in his life, “I ain’t got a clue what you’re talking about.”

It would almost be convincing if his large hand had not firmly cupped your butt cheek.

You both got checked into your hotel room, a rather fancy suite with a huge bed and nice view of the city. The bathroom was even bigger, and you were eying that waterfall misting shower. You would not shut up about it as you both walked to the spa for your appointment, mostly because it was rather amusing to watch Kid get jealous over a shower.

The hotel’s spa had robes for you both to change into. The package offered a couples facials, some seaweed wrap thing, a soak together in a hot tub with salts, and then ending off with full body massages. The facials were nice, Kid kept looking over to see you relaxed, which annoyed the woman working on his face. He was pretty sure she scrubbed him harder in retaliation. It did not surprise you that he did not like the seaweed wrap, complaining of the fact he was not able to move and felt very constrained. At least he was allowed to hold your hand.

When you got into the hot tub, Kid immediately pulled you into his lap and kissed your neck. He chuckled a bit, “You taste like that seaweed shit.”

You also could not help but laugh, “Guess I’ll just have to use that fancy shower when we get back to the room.” Letting out a sigh at the thought, you felt Kid’s grip tighten around you, feeling him pout against your shoulder.

“It’s big enough for two, ya know.”

“Yeah, I know…” he huffed only slightly.

Placing your hands around his at your waist, you giggled slightly, “By the way, how was it you had a swimsuit for me for us to do this part?”

Kid cleared his throat, sitting up a bit to scratch his cheek, “Well, I… might have stopped by your place first… to get you some clothes… since you were at the gym…”

You turned to look at him, “Excuse you? You took my things?” Not that you were really upset, it was actually rather sweet he had put so much thought into this.

“You stole my hoodie,” he kissed your cheek, the only place he couldn’t taste the seaweed, “And it’s not like I can wear your stuff to take for myself.”

Now you couldn’t get the thought of Kid in one of your shirts out of your mind, knowing how it would constrict his muscles and most likely rip. The idea was hot to say the least, but right now it was not the point. You turned your head to give him a small peck on the lips, the two of you smiling as if this level of intimacy was apart of your everyday life and there was no secret to be held.

“I guess I can forgive you. Seeing as how much you loved to see me in your hoodie.”

The two of you made out in the hot tub, at least until one of the attendants cleared their throat to let you know that your massage was ready. It was entertaining to watch how quickly Kid went from worst pains of his life to absolute putty. You were more surprised at how much he kicked his feet during his foot massage, trying his hardest not to burst out laughing.

After it was all said and done, you really did feel amazing and refreshed, as if the weight of the world was no longer on your shoulders. You did shower after everything, and Kid did join you for the first part to wash all of the oils off. His big, rough hands explored your body and helped to wash your back, though you were surprised he didn’t do anything more. That was until he gave your bum a firm smack after you finished washing his back and he rinsed off.

“Don’t keep me waiting too long, Princess, or there will be consequences.”

“Aye aye, Captain,” you laughed as you washed your hair, happy that he was allowing you the extra time in the shower to enjoy it alone.

Kid smiled as he heard you singing in the shower, looking at himself in the mirror and flexing his muscles. He was beyond hyped up for the marathon he was about to put you through. As he double checked how many condoms he brought, he heard your phone vibrating against the bedside table. His blood ran hot for a different reason when he saw the blocked number icon again, just as it had the other day. There was only one person it could be.

Yonji.

You had said to him that he stopped calling, and Kid had no reason to not believe you. Given what today was, he wasn’t entirely surprised to see he was trying to contact you, and frankly, you had better things to do (IE: Kid). Kid rejected the call on your phone, you were his tonight after all. No one was going to take that away. However, after he had to reject the call three more times, Kid started to see red.

What he did next would come back to bite him in the ass later down the line.

Swiping up on the accept call, Kid held the phone to his hear, hearing the voice of a man he could only assume was Yonji.

“Y/N? Babe, you picked up, oh thank god! You have no idea how much I have missed you. Please, just hear me out…”

There was a broad sneer across Kid’s face, not as if the other man could see it, “Y/N’s not available at the moment, can I take a message?”

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“Don’t you ‘DUDE’ me, fucker! And what do you mean, ‘YOUR GAL’!?

Kid laughed wildly, becoming high off his own fictitious words with how desperately he wanted them to be true, that you were really his in that moment. If anything, it helped him to keep a good poker face, “I knew you were an ass from what she’s told me, but I never really pegged you for stupid. Guess I was wrong if you can’t figure something as simple as that out, dude.”

He had no idea what Yonji looked like, but Kid wanted so badly to see his face right now. Hearing his frustrations over the phone was not enough to slate his ego as the man raged, “Listen here, asshole! Y/N is still my fiancée! She’s just gotten cold feet and we’ve separated—”

“Ooo, that is not what I’ve heard,” Kid didn’t remember the full details of why you broke things off with your ex, even though you had told him recently again, but he did remember that Yonji cheated with multiple partners, which was all he needed to know, “I heard you stepped out of line, like… a shit ton. Broke my gal’s heart. And, let’s face it, with how I make her scream, two of you ain’t gettin’ back together any time soon.”

The sounds on the other end of the phone could barely be called words. Kid was pretty sure he heard Yonji grinding his teeth, “Listen, Pal—” Kid chucked and let out the comment ‘sweet talker’ as Yonji continued, “—If you don’t put Y/N on the phone right now—!”

“Look, even if I could, she’s in the shower. Enamored with the damn thing, even I’m kinda jealous. She might be in love with it over either of us.”

Your ex continued to yell over the phone when Kid heard you call from the shower, yelling loudly as the water was still running, “Kid? Who are you talking to?”

He placed the phone against his bare chest, calling to you in the sweetest and yet most romantic and playful voice he could muster, “No one of consequence, Princess. But remember you have one coming if you don’t get out soon!” Kid heard you respond with a ‘yep’ as he brought the phone back to his ear, “I’m sorry, did you say something?”

“STOP FUCKING AROUND AND—”

“Oh, disconnected.”

Kid laughed to himself as he hung up the phone, knowing full well that it wasn’t truly going to stop the man from calling back or trying again. The sound of the shower stopped in the bathroom and he heard the strange click of the shower glass door opening as you got out. Your phone rang again and Kid answered.

“Roadkill Cafe. You kill it, we grill it. May I take your order?”

Yonji began yelling and Kid hung up again, chuckling with a near sinister grin.

As you came out of the bathroom in a thick hotel robe, you noticed Kid’s face, cocking a brow at him, “Well, aren’t you the cat that ate the canary…” Then you noticed something buzzing in his hand. Your eyes went wide to see your phone in his palm as he held up a finger to you and answered the phone.

“You've reached the Hip Nips shop where no tassel’s a hassle, what can I do ya for?”

Covering your mouth, your body shook to hear Yonji on the phone, screaming at Kid to knock it off, only for the large redhead to hang up again.

“EUSTASS FUCKING KID!”

Charging at him, he held his arm out to place his hand on your head and keep you at arm’s length as he answered the phone once more. He did not put much effort into holding you back, and you did not have the strength to stop him. When he hung up a third time, you huffed loudly and angrily, “Must you humiliate me again with our size difference?”

“On the contrary, Princess. I like our size difference. Easier to use you as a body pillow at night,” he released his arm and you stumbled forward into his embrace, but he still kept your phone out of reach, “Just fucking with the guy before I turn your phone off. It’s not like he can track the call or something.”

You sighed, pressing your face against his bare chest, “I never want to hear from him again. I just wish he would figure out it’s over and leave me alone.”

Kid kissed the top of your head, rejecting the calls as they came in, “Guy’s delusional. Said you two are “separated” or some stupid shit.” He spoke with air quotes, looking at the screen to refuse call after call. “Shit, at the rate he is calling, we could use your phone as a vibrator.”

Giving him a disgusted face, Kid looked down at you, his face softened a bit, “What do you want me to do?”

“Stop answering the phone. Just… just turn it off or something.”

“Alright, I can do that… right after this one—” He accepted the call one more time, “—City Morgue, how may I direct your call?”

“Oh for fucks sake!” You growled, walking away from Kid only for him to pull you back to him, chuckling as he held you from behind.

Yonji was screaming again until he heard your voice. He was still speaking loud enough that you could hear him begging, “Babe, please! Please talk to me, Y/N! I’ve changed, I swear! I broke it off with everyone else! There’s only you, Y/N! Only you!”

His words felt so empty to you. If he had called like this a few months prior, you might have heard him out, might have even gone back to him. However, it was all just pretty words with no sustenance. Your heart had moved on to the point it did not even feel cold toward Yonji. In fact, if you had passed him on the street, you would keep walking and feel nothing.

“Aw, you hear that? He’s changed.” Kid chuckled darkly in your ear, causing a sensation that immediately sent a shiver down your spine and lit a fire in the pit of your stomach. He held the phone away from both of you, leaning in to smell your skin on the back of your neck, causing you to gasp, “Oh, hm, distracted. You smell great, Princess. That the hotel stuff?”

You could barely hear Yonji screaming and pleading over your own beating heart in your ears as Kid’s large hand slipped into the fluffy hotel robe, “No, it’s some stuff I keep in my gym bag. The hotel stuff can sometimes irritate my skin.” It was hard to think about anything as his teeth scrapped over the pulse line of your neck, though you were struggling to try and keep your senses about you. Yonji was still on the phone, but slowly, that was becoming irrelevant, and you were pretty sure Kid was doing this on purpose.

“What the fuck is going on over there!?”

Your ex screamed through the receiver, and you turned around in Kid’s arms to face him, partially because he turned you. Kid raised his hairless brows at you, a spark of mischief behind his eyes that reflected in his smirk. You gazed back at him with a look that told him to stop thinking about it immediately, that he shouldn’t dare.

But you knew he would not listen, especially since you two were communicating with facial expressions. You could barely get Kid to listen to you with words half the time when he had a wild idea. Granted, his wild ideas usually left you screaming and trembling and panting for more. A part of you wanted it, there was a thrill at the thought, and maybe it would actually make Yonji finally leave you alone. Another part of you did not wish to give your ex any satisfaction of knowing what your current sex life was like.

Kid slowly backed you into the bed, tossing your phone on the nightstand after putting Yonji on speaker, who hadn’t really said anything in a moment. You began to wonder if he was even still there. Your legs hit the mattress, causing you to flop back into the bed, robe falling open for Kid to eye up your body like a piece of meat.

“He needs to know how satisfied you are without him, Princess,” Kid bit his lip as he knelt over you on the bed, dropping his towel with his eyes full of lust, a look that promised you the best orgasm you’ll ever have, “Let him know you have a new Captain now. Otherwise he won’t stop, and I’ll get jealous.”

“Hello? Who the hell is Captain?”

You sucked your lip between your teeth as Kid ran his rough hands over your thighs, looking up to him with a smirk. Whether or not he was right, he was exhibiting a level of cockiness you had not seen him use in a while. It was mildly intoxicating, and your reason was losing out to your desire at the idea of now getting to make Yonji hear someone else make you scream.

“Aye, aye, Captain.” You giggled, and even gave Kid a small salute.

“Atta girl.”

He leaned in and gave you a kiss, soft, tender, sensual. You shifted up on the bed to be more in the middle of it as you removed the robe the rest of the way, allowing him more space to crawl more atop you. The kiss deepened the more of his weight he put on to you, and your arms wrapped around his neck, eliciting a growl from the man. For a moment, you forgot about everything other than Kid and the pleasure he gave you, the two of you feeding into your passions for one another, until you heard Yonji’s voice.

“Seriously, hello? Y/N?”

Hearing his voice again made you scoff, causing Kid to break the kiss as he sat up from you. He took your hand and held it to his lips, kissing along the pulse of your wrist, “You’re not focusing on me, Princess.” Your eyes locked onto Kid’s, biting your lip as you looked down his beautifully sculpted torso and to his throbbing erection. Yonji’s interruption seemed less important now, or at least not as noticeable as Kid spread your legs, holding you behind your knees as he ground his length against your clit. “Consider this your punishment for obsessing over that damn shower.”

A breathy moan escaped your lips as Kid chuckled, your ex-fiancé exclaiming loudly, “Whoa, what the fuck!? What the hell are you two doing!?”

“Ready to put on a nice show, Princess?”

A heat flushed over your skin, a brief moment of second thoughts as Kid lay down beside you and turned you on your side to face the phone on the night stand. That second thought was gone the second his large fingers circled your clit. You gasped, covering your mouth which caused Kid to stop what he was doing and then grip both of your arms and wrestle them behind you.

“No, no, no, Princess. This is a punishment. He is going to hear every single sound to come out of you. I bet he’s never heard half the sounds I hear you make on the regular.”

Kid did not hold your arms, but you left them behind your back, knowing that right now if you moved them, he would find a way to make them stay. His hand went back to your bundle of nerves, and his other wrapped around you to cup your breast and tease your pert nipples.

At first you bit your lip, still suppressing your cries until you felt Kid kissing and licking your shoulder as he lay behind you, “Now I know you can be louder than that…” His fingers slipped inside your wet folds, not moving in past the first knuckle as they ran up and down, causing you to twitch and squirm. You let out a louder moan, which lead your lover to purr in your ear loud enough for the phone’s speaker to pick it up, “Good girl.” He pushed his fingers in further, another cry of pleasure dripped from your lips, and you heard Yonji call your name in surprise.

In reality, you knew that come morning you would regret going along with keeping the phone on, but right now, it was the sexiest thing you had ever done. Besides Bon Clay and Bonnie, you had no one you could really parade your boy toy in front of. You and Kid were not truly dating, but in this moment, you were able to flaunt someone hotter and younger in front of your ex while also proving he was better in the bedroom. It was an ultimate form of revenge you did not realize your soul had needed.

Consequences be damned, you were your Captain’s Princess right now in this moment, and you felt beautiful.

Kid worked you up in the best ways possible, his fingers bullying your cunt as they usually did while his other hand abused the rest of your body, contrasted by his sweet voice praising you. He knew the right places to press, pinch, bite, and suck, and knew exactly how your body reacted, how you sounded when you began to reach that fever pitch just before you came.

“Such a beautiful voice, Princess,” he kissed along the rim of your ear, “I could listen to you all night. You want to cum, don’t you?”

You nodded, panting heavily as your back arched, still having your arms behind you, “Yes, yes please! Let me cum, Ki—”

Kid clapped his large hand over your mouth before you called out his name. For starters, it was the game you two were playing right now: he was “Captain”, and you would address him as such. Secondly, Yonji could figure out who he was from his name. It was against the rules you two still mostly tried to abide by. He tsked you a few times, rolling you onto your back as he removed his fingers from you. You whimpered, about to beg for more as he straddled you over.

“Princess, you almost broke rule number three…” you could barely hear Yonji question what the heck rule three was, “I’m afraid you are due for another punishment.”

He gripped the headboard, or leaned against it as, like most hotels, this one was attached to the wall. Holding his dick in his hand, he tapped the hot and leaky head against your chin. You looked up at him, eyes sparkling as you placed your hands on his thick and muscular thighs, ready and willing for him to fuck your face. It had been a while since Kid got really rough with you, and as you opened your mouth, you felt yourself drooling. Kid steadily directed his cock into your mouth, going slow as you licked his tip and swirled your tongue around it first before he pushed in a little further, causing you to gag slightly.

A throaty moan escaped him with a deep chuckle as he heard you gag, pulling back slightly to let you get used to things and set a slow pace. Kid’s golden eyes watched you intently. He knew what you could take, but also took care in making sure not to hurt you with his rough demeanor at times. When he felt you hum, he ran his fingers through your hair and bit his lip as he pushed his dick further into your mouth.

“You love sucking my cock, don’t you?” When you only responded with a slight head nods, Kid gripped your hair, “Louder so you can be heard on the phone, Princess.”

Since your mouth was quite full, all you really could do was hum and articulate an affirmative noise very loudly. Kid kept his hand on the back of your head, holding it in place as he started to thrust in and out of your mouth a little faster now that you had adjusted.

“Such a slutty little throat, Princess. Able to take my big cock all the way back.” He grunted, gripping your hair a little tighter before he looked down at you. Your eyes met his, tears pricking at the edges as you gave him the closest thing to a nod that you could. Kid understood, and began to use your face like a fleshlight, cursing and groaning with his motions.

He was being a little rougher than usual, possibly because there was an audience. You did just fine, but you still found it a little hard to breathe even though your nose as he began to pound harder. Your hands gripped his thighs, but you did not give him the sign yet that you could not take it. After a few moments, he pulled his saliva covered cock out of your mouth, tapping it against your lips as you gasped for breath. You gave his tip a small kiss as he grinned down at you, licking his lips.

“Such a good girl, Princess. Even when I punish you, you enjoy it.” He watched as you licked his tip, a large glob of precum rolling against your tongue with all of your spit. Kid hummed contently, giving himself a few more strokes to allow another large droplet to dribble out for you to lick up.

Tossing you around on the bed a few times, Kid edged both of you for a while, first by eating you out, then throat fucking you again into the 69 position, fingering you, and then finally getting out the condoms and laying you on your side toward the phone. As he held one of your legs against his hip, and your other beneath him between his legs as he sat on his knees, Kid entered into you slowly, deliberately forcing a loud and wailing cry from you. If it weren’t for the fact that you still heard Yonji’s voice on the phone a few times, you’d have forgotten that someone was listening in. You swore you heard him moaning through the receiver, but if you were honest, you were far too distracted with your own pleasure to even care.

Kid had been denying you your orgasm the whole time, and you felt as if you were losing your mind. You were practically in tears with how bullied and abused your cunt was from his taunting and teasing all night, and now that he was finally thrusting deep into you with all he had to give, you only prayed he’d finally let you find salvation.

“Oh, Captain! Yes!” you cried out, “Fuck me! Please! Let me cum! Let your good little Princess cum!”

He held you by your waist as he leaned forward a bit, biting his lip as he watched your face closely, “You are… you are my good little Princess. I’m gonna fuck you till you cum because you are—what Princess?”

Your words were caught in your throat, but once Kid smacked your ass with his large hand, your head threw back and answered him correctly, “Captain’s! I’m Captain’s Princess Slut!”

“Atta girl!”

He thrusts harder into you, faster, that exact angle and pace that drove you completely cock-drunk insane as he pressed his body further into yours. The bed moved and creaked beneath you both, which may have been bad, as most hotels bolt the frames to the wall. You weren’t thinking of it in the moment, but you did tell him much later that if he got a fine for the broken bed frame, you’d help him pay for it.

Kid leaned into your ear, moaning your name over and over so that only you could hear him. It was the las push you really needed that finally sent you over that edge, walls clenching around him tightly as you gushed your hardest and wettest orgasm. The world had gone blank like it did the first night he fucked you on the couch. It was not the only other time, nor would it be the last, as Kid just had a way with doing that to you.

You regained enough awareness as you felt him gripping your hips tightly, cumming deep in the condom within you with a loud growl as he threw his head back and moaned out your name one last time. Body tingling, you panted heavily as you watched him slow his hips to a complete stop, head still back and his body coated in a shine of his own sweat. Though you had never considered yourself religious by any means, you definitely were drinking in the sight of Kid like a living god when he made you feel this good.

Both of you panting heavily, he rolled his head back to look at you, his body slumping forward as he caught himself on his right arm to keep from falling into you entirely. Kid smiled that beautifully devilish smile of his as you reached out and cupped his face in your hand weakly, having no energy in the moment to do much else.

“Fuck, that was hot…” he breathed out then leaned in to kiss you, then down your neck. His hips moved on their own a little, giving a few more small thrusts that caused you to roll your eyes back. Kid gave you a small love bite, then breathed against your skin, “Can we call some of my exes and make them listen in on us?”

“Like hell, get off!” You pushed against him in protest, suddenly realizing that Yonji was still on the phone. As you tried to wiggle out from under your large redheaded lover to hang up the phone, he laughed a bit, taking your hand and lacing his fingers with yours.

“Relax, I hung up on him on him when you screamed out that you were my Princess Slut. Like he gets to be an ass and then hear you cum like that. That’s reserved for me.”

Kid rolled to his side, slipping his cock out from you as you both groaned at the feeling. It felt as if your cunt had it’s own heartbeat at the overstimulating fucking it had taken so far. You just stared at him as he lay there with his eyes closed, content and satisfied with himself. A heated flooded your body as you began to realize what you two had just done, hiding your face in the pillow as an existential crisis and dread began to wash over you now that the pleasure was subsiding.

Your voice barely squeaked, “Oh god, I can’t believe we just did that! We just… on the phone… with… with…”

“Hey,” his large hand rubbed over your back soothingly, “I promise you, he ain’t ever bothering you again after that. No self respecting man, would. And, I mean… unless he’s completely crazy…” Kid saw the look you gave him, giving you one of a little surprise back, “Okay, so the dude’s crazy, but I doubt he’ll bother you any time soon. You’ve gotten some relief from him.”

Releasing a heavy sigh, you scooted closer to Kid as he enveloped you in his arms and held you against his chest. “I hope you’re right… I really hope you’re right.”

The two of you remained in a contented silence for a good while before you looked up to him, “So, like… now what?”

Kid shrugged, rolling to his back as he kept you against him, “Well, give me about thirty minutes, and I’ll be able to put you through your paces again. I figure after a few rounds, we’d just shower again. Though, if I’m honest, I have a feeling I may lose you to the shower forever if we go back in there.”

You giggled, closing your eyes as you felt yourself getting rather hungry, “What about dinner?”

“What about it?”

Your eyes shot back open and you looked at the redhead questionably, “What do you mean, ‘what about it’? Did you think we were just going to fuck all night without doing anything else?” He returned your rather annoyed look with a blank one, as if to say why would either of you need to do anything else. Letting out an exasperated growl, you pinched his nipple, “Kid! I didn’t eat lunch because you came and got me from the gym! I’m starving, you bastard!”

Kid yelped out in pain, removing your fingers from his nipple as soon as you pinched them, “What the fuck, Y/N!? I just… didn’t think about it, that’s all. If I’m honest, I have been a little distracted.” His eyes trailed down your body, seeing all the bite marks and hickeys he had left along your skin leading right down to your still wet cunt. You could tell by the look on his face that he was hungry for something, and it was definitely not any form of food. You shoved the pillow in his face as if to smother him, though you were actually trying.

“I’m ordering fucking room service!”

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The man you were standing in front of while tears welled in your eyes. Breaking bitter news to him. Your close friend for most of your life, your confidant, your rock, your secret crush – so many things to you and you had to leave him.

“…And you don’t know when you’ll be back?” he asked quietly, taking another deep inhale of his vice.

“No,” you whispered softly. “I can’t not go, Sanji, it’s—”

He held out a hand to stop you, “I would never suggest for you to put your life on hold. I understand why you need to go. It doesn’t mean,” he stubbed the cigarette out and tossed it in the small ashtray you kept outside for him. All the butts inside the blackened tray came from him and him alone. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it,” he finished, his curly eyebrows twitched as his eyes shut in disbelief.

“Just wish I had more time is all,” he fixed his signature double breasted suit as he stood tall. Gently cupping your face with his hand, he leaned in close to say, “I’ll make the most of it. Go inside, I’ll be back.”

You weren’t sure what he planned but you did as he said. Watching from your living room window as he got in his car and left. Passing the time, you looked through the few loose items you had lying about, not having the heart to pack them just yet. Packing them felt too final. Photos of you two volunteering at a soup kitchen, another photo of Sanji buying his first motorbike, followed by a photo in the hospital when he crashed on said motorbike.

Your respect and pining for him grew when he came back with take out. Freshly made food from his adoptive dad’s restaurant, which you ate gratefully, almost choking back tears from the realization of how much you’d miss him and everyone you’d be leaving behind. He must have known – no wait of course he knew – you’d get this way because he whipped out your favorite dessert before the tears could slip past your waterline.

“No, no time for that. Only enjoyment and happiness, as much joy that we can fit in before you go,” he said sweetly, spooning you the first bite when you struggled to open the infuriating plastic container. You blushed as you took the bite, more so when you saw his intense gaze just staring at you.

“Wh-what’s—” you didn’t get to finish, falling silent when his finger slid across your lips and gently pushed into your mouth, pressing the sweet frosting cream that was left on your lip to your tongue. You let out a soft moan from the intrusion and the taste.

Sanji’s curled brow shot up when he heard your sweet noise. “Fuck!” he gasped. Two seconds passed before he yanked his neck tie loose and pressed his lips firmly against yours.

You let out a surprised moan as you processed the need behind his kiss, the feel of his desperation as his tongue snaked into your mouth. Closing your eyes, you melt into his hold as he took control. Kissing you with ferocity, his hand held the nape of your neck so he could deepen his passionate tongue dancing, pecking at your lips as his free hand lowered over your body. Down your shoulder, your arms, to your waist, slightly tickling your hips and finding purchase on the curve of your thigh. Grabbing your flesh in his hand and squeezing it tenderly.

“I’m—” he looked at you with lust and melancholy fighting a war in his eyes – “I’m a fool for waiting so long. I thought I had time to work up the nerve.”

“Shhh,” you whispered and he looked at you with surprise, “No time for that. Only time for pleasure, Sanji.”

A light blush spread on his face followed by a dazzling smile as he leaned down to kiss your forehead. “Then I will give you all the pleasure I can muster to give you something to miss.”

Carrying you to your bedroom in a bridal hold, Sanji lovingly deposited you on the bed, only pulling back from your kiss to unbutton his striped button down shirt. Your hands traced up his black pants, finding his bulge and lightly touching it. Expediting his hurry to pull them off. Standing at full attention in your face, you gave him a wanton look before you returned your gaze to his cock and without further hesitation, wrapped your lips around the mushroom head and gave it a suck.

With a shuddering gasp, his hand found purchase on the back of your head, caressing the base of your skull tenderly before firmly gripping your roots and pushing your mouth past its limits. You lightly gagged at the sudden intrusion in your throat, your mouth drooling to compensate for your gag reflex, all while Sanji gently grinded his pelvis against your face. Fucking your mouth softly.

“Ohh, I’ve always dreamt of what this would feel like,” he gasped, hips bucking. “You’re just perfect, mon cheri.”

His words made your panties damp as your arousal grew at his praise. You couldn’t help rutting against the bundled sheets beneath you as you sucked his member, trying to relieve the tension until he could give it. He pulled his cock from your lips, pumping himself as he laid you further down on the bed.

Removing your lower clothes he deeply inhaled your scent, letting out a wanton moan. He kissed your mound while removing his shirt, pulling back to free himself of his shirt.

He settled between your thighs, rubbing his reddened tip between your folds, kissing up your stomach as his hands pushed away your top and bra up to your neck. His fingers curled around your nipples to tease them in time with his rubbing, ripping a whine from your throat. Letting out a husky snicker, he lifted his face with swift motions to flip his hair out of his eyes, penetrating your gaze with a sensual stare.

“May I?” he asked while pressing his bulbous head at your entrance. Your shaky confirmation nearly sent him into a frenzy.

The first push of his tip is fast as he parted your lips and pushed into your dripping cavern, pausing to allow you to adjust to his penetration. His hips rolled back and he pushed further in, your core greedily sucked him in. His eyes screwed shut and he bit his lower lip, the grip on your breasts almost bruising for a moment before his gentle touch returned.

“Merde,” he sighed.

A high-pitch keen tumbled from your mouth as he set a hurried pace, too eager from the feel of your tight pussy on his aching cock, squeezing his girth. His throbbing hardness filled your core perfectly, lighting up all your nerve endings, stoking the fire inside you as he built your pleasure up. The way his cock stretched you to your limits with a delicious burn, the way you clenched repeatedly on his hardness edged you on and all you could do was dig your fingernails into his back and your heels into his backside, pushing him in deeper.

His tip bounced off your cervix and you saw white. You wailed as you tightened your grip on his body while your pussy spasmed over his cock. You felt fire shoot through your veins below your waist and fireworks went off behind your eyelids.

Sanji pumped his cock through it all to help you ride the waves of ecstasy, holding back his orgasm. Wanting to let you have every second of bliss he gave you. When your muscles stopped quaking, he pulled himself out and crawled up your body, pressing his soaked tip to your lips. You automatically let him enter, and he helped elevate your head on the pillow to help you take him in.

“I want you to taste my sweet cream,” he husked out as he bucked his hips against your face.

The flat of your tongue slid on the underside of his shaft as he thrusted in and out of your mouth, every time his tip slipped past the entrance, you pursed your lips around it to swirl your tongue on it. It finally tipped him over and he jerked back inside your mouth, his cock stiffened and you felt the head spurt with his hot cum.

The bittersweet taste slid down your throat in ropes as he expelled all he had to offer. With short, breathy groans as he finished, his fingers curled under your jaw as he slowly withdrew his spent cock from your delicious mouth.

“Let me see.”

You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out for him to inspect. With a smirk, he pulled you into a passionate make out, twisting around in the bedsheets until you’re tangled up in them.