#captain kid

It was one of those days where your skin crawled with an unscratchable itch, your muscles with an unstretchable ache, and your jaw clenched tight when you didn't remind yourself to relax it. You were restless, mood rolling with the mild waves rocking the Victoria Punk as you focused on the last of your work for the day. Sweat and sea spray stuck your hair and clothes to you mercilessly as you mopped. You'd had a lousy shift for three days, and now on day four you'd finally been gifted your favorite shift---the one that finished right as your crew mate's watch shift for the night began. Privacy was precious on a pirate ship. You watched as Kid kicked the bucket of soapy water you'd been using, the suds washing over the deck. Your annoyance swirled in tandem with the water, bubbling up to the surface with a biting remark towards your Captain and his childish antics, "Oh surprise , surprise, Kid acting like a kid."

"Captain," He chided you, picking up the bucket and walking it back to you leaving behind large boot prints on the wooden deck. Placing it in your hands he leaned in closer than he needed to as he spoke, " and I believe you missed a spot."

Grimacing, you watched the bubbles pop one by one and reminded yourself to bite your tongue and not risk extra work because tonight  you finally  had the privacy to unwind...intimately --and like hell was your Captain going to ruin it. He had already ruined too many of your nights the past month keeping you up all hours as he tinkered in his workshop. His workshop, which coincidentally sad adjacent to your bedroom and shared a wall where your bed had been built into the room. At first you had considered yourself lucky to get a room without a bunk and only one roommate, but soon you realized why the room had been avoided by the rest of the crew. Banging hammers, clinking metal, and the steady croon of your Captain sweet talking his latest project had you at your wits end. You tried talking to him like a reasonable adult, but the asshole just reminded you of his status as Captain, reminding you he could do as he pleased when it pleases him to do it. This had led you to respond childishly in return, refusing to call him Captain in his presence, "until he acted like one".

The bickering between you was petty, petulant, and a battle of wills the rest of the crew avoided like the plague. Of course, Kid knew deep down you'd never truly disrespect him, your loyalty ran deep. But he also knew you were stubborn as hell and fun to get a rise out of, and so he continued to pull on your metaphorical pigtails.

The rest of your shift continued in quiet, polite, drudgery. The slow drag of time passing too slowly, like a first date that was also a last. When the cleaning supplies were placed in the closet, a tired heaviness tried to settle in your bones. It was instantly pushed aside by the pleasant hum of excitement buzzing within you for what you had planned this evening. A quick shower had you feeling refreshed as you settled into the welcoming hug of your bed. You smiled alone in your room, and you'd stay alone for the entirety of the night.

While the cool water had felt rejuvenating as it washed away the hot stink of the day, it did nothing to quell the growing warmth between your thighs. The anticipation of finally having some time to yourself after weeks of close quarters and rowdy crewmates was enough to distract you more than once today. It wasn't a secret that pirates were carved by their time at sea. All it took was a bicep at work or a peek of pectoral for your mind to wander just a little. You wouldn't dare say aloud that you had an attraction to anyone on board...but you weren't blind. It was reasonable for you to admire what was appealing, you told yourself, feeling the pangs of need grow stronger.

You trailed your fingers down towards the hem of your pajama shirt and the worn elastic of your shorts. The fabric was soft under the gentle touch of your fingertips as you let your mind wander towards forbidden thoughts of caressing those pectorals, those biceps....what it would feel like to grab a handful of the fleshy bit of his hip right at his Iliad crest and pull it towards you. Not that you were thinking of a specific person, you told yourself. Your hand pushed past the elastic and was met with the soft restriction of your shorts and the thin fabric of your panties as you gently rubbed the source of your neediness.

You could feel the arousal through your panties now just by thinking of those hips. The way his stupid pants sat-- slung low and lazy as he sauntered around his ship, lips stained with red and a cocky grin. What would those stupid pants feel like between your legs as you pressed yourself against his thigh?  Feeling the barrier of cheap cotton as your fingers made slow circles instead, you reached for the small vibrator hidden in your nightstand and slowly pulled the shorts and offending panties down past your hips.

It was a simple toy, with just three settings, fast, faster, and more than you bargained for. But it kept a steady pace and was small enough to get the job done discreetly on nights like tonight. For you it was perfect. A low steady hum filled your ears and a familiar soft buzz bloomed through the bones of your fingers as you brought the bullet vibrator down to greet your body. Just the first setting and the sudden cool touch of the vibrator was enough to illicit a sharp inhale. Gently guiding the toy further, your hips twitched upward as it glided through your folds and found the small nub of nerves you'd been teasing. As your hand found the perfect pace for your pleasure, your mind once again drifted to thoughts of your Captain despite your mediocre efforts otherwise.

This time your imagination couldn't help but conjure visions of hot and heavy make outs, biting lips and smeared lipstick as you felt a coil of pleasure wind deep within you. Trails of sloppy hard kisses down his throat with the promise they'd leave hickies when you were done teased your thoughts. You felt the swell of an orgasm rise and you could almost imagine the sounds he'd make as you pulled his hair by the nape of his neck and playfully nipped on the flesh it exposed.

Except you didn't have to pretend.

In a sudden bolt of adrenaline you sat up and turned off the vibrator, hitting the wrong button no less than three times in your panic. Straining your ears, you once more heard the soft grunt of Captain Kid as he tinkered with something in his workshop. Of course tonight of all nights he just had to be working on something, interrupting what you were sure was about to be a very satisfying orgasm.

Frustrated, you went to put your toy back in your nightstand, but the steady sound of low grunts and the creak of the table as he softly hammered stayed your hand. It was a discreet toy. It really wasn't very loud.

....And you really deserved an orgasm.

You turned the vibrator back on and strained your ears, but all you heard was the rhythmic grunt of Kid as he worked, and soon you found your hand matching his rhythm. Steady, slowly, you felt the arousal build again.

" Come on...come on...just a little more for me" Kid's voice low and focused penetrated the wall between your rooms. You wondered what he was building, if the sweat on his brow was dripping down his neck and tracing the slope of his pecs. You heard a rough grunt as he fought with whatever he was working on...and a low growl you wished you could be the cause of.

You were getting so close, the steady pace building pleasure wound tight in your abdomen. An ache set deep within your core as you kept the toy exactly where you needed it, feeling your walls squeeze around nothing but wishful thinking and imagination. Kid's voice from the next room fueled your impending release. He must have been frustrated with whatever he was building; because as you got closer his voice got louder, stringing together expletives gruffly.

"Fuck, fuck...come on you can do it for me...come on sweetness." His voice, muffled slightly made its way through the wall as he spoke to his latest build.

That would have done you in, under any other circumstances.

But just as you thought you'd reached the tipping point into sweet release your toy sputtered and slowed. Desperate and close you tried pressing the buttons-- but to your dissatisfaction the toy only responded by a series of sad, jolting attempts to return to its prior glory. Then, it slowed down almost entirely before building back up with an insulting sputter and one more slowing down into something that hardly even counted as teasing. Had you forgotten to charge the damned thing? Was this how your much anticipated evening is going to end? The vibrations ghosted through your folds as you pressed into the small toy, hoping to overcome the pitiful putter in your pussy by applying more pressure--- more anything. Anything else would be better than the sad half-assed vibrations currently buried in your cunt, as if Morse code had been made into a perverted performance art titled: Karma for Thinking of Your Captain While Jerking It.

The vibrator roared to life.

Still pressed hard against the sensitive nub between your legs your free hand flew to your mouth to muffle the noise that tried to escape you. You almost flung the damned thing off yourself, immediately overwhelmed with the aggressive sensation. But Kid's voice traveled through the walls again, giving soft encouragement to the gears, springs and screws he was manipulating in his workshop, "Come on sweetness, just a little more for me...fuck you can do it... perfect....just like that for me"

He coaxed the metal to his will, and you felt yourself curling your toes, knees trembling as you tried to keep your hand from removing the toy from yourself.

You felt the wave of intensity ebb and slow, but your body clenched around nothing in response, and without the onslaught of sensation you became more aware than ever of how empty you were. The ache you felt moved throughout your body from deep with your core up through to your breasts, and you worked your other hand under your shirt and gently rolled the perked nipple between your fingers in an attempt to give yourself the touch you desired. You needed more. God you wanted more.

The universe seemed to hear you as the vibrator once again spun up into the fastest setting---possibly even faster, and you whimpered as it overtook you. At this moment you also heard the clang of metal moving and shifting in the room adjacent and it dawned on you that this wasn't a dying battery. It was at that moment you heard Kid address his project once more through the wall, "There we go sweetness, just needed the Captain's magic touch didn't you?"

Kid was using his devil fruit in his workshop....and you just happened to be using a metal device close enough to....feel the effects. The realization that it was your Captain inadvertently pleasing you took hold, and a new wave of pleasure washed over you.

What you didn't know, was that next door your Captain had taken notice that something was responding to the call of his devil fruit powers. Curious, he once again felt out the feeling of metal with his magnetism, softly tugging at the gears with his powers. He could tell something nearby was responding, and played with the speed and intensity as he walked towards the sensation. Now at the wall separating your rooms, Kid's brown furrowed as he pressed an ear against it and activated his powers. He sped the gears up once again, as fast as he could make them, trying to use his magnetism to visualize the machine he was manipulating. What the hell would you have in your room he wouldn't be aware of that he could manipulate with his powers?

Oh. Oh.

Eustass Kid felt the blood rush to his face---then his cock, as the realization hit him at the same time your gentle gasp hit his ears. Ear to the wall, he could faintly make out the steady buzz of the vibrator. But really, Kid thought to himself, he should be sure of it shouldn't he? He curled just a finger...willing the toy to slow to a steady pace. He swore he could hear the smallest whine make its way through your room. (He was right, as the reprieve from the onslaught of ministrations you'd previously been subjected too during his curiosity had you right on the edge.)

For a moment, guilt began to soften the erection in Kid's pants. He wasn't supposed to know what you were up to this evening. He was your Captain and you were his crewmate. His very, attractive crewmate. He'd never risk putting you in an uncomfortable position... but he had eyes. Eyes that occasionally stole glances at the way your shirt hugged your tits when dampened by sweat and the spray of the sea.

"Fuck it,"  he grunted to himself as his hand traveled to the button on his pants and made swift work of removing anything between him and his now hard cock. He wasn't some prissy gentleman, he was a pirate. Unaware of your Captain's discovery, you could hear the steady grunts closer than before and assumed Kid had resumed working on whatever had been giving him difficulty at the start of your evening.

Ignorance was bliss...and horny, as the two of you sought pleasure from each other, convinced the other was none the wiser. As Kid stroked himself he willed the vibrator to match his strokes in speed, straining his ears for the satisfaction that you were enjoying yourself in tandem.

Overstimulated, it was taking everything you had not to pull away from the aggressive ebb and flow of your toy---you were close. So, so close. Your hips twitched, and you realized you were subconsciously grinding, trying desperately to will the vibrator into a steady rhythm against your most sensitive parts. You wondered if sex with Kid would be equally frustrating and arousing? You imagined the ache within you filled with his cock. What it would look like? What it would it feel like? You were so desperate to finally finish you didn't even realize the quiet repetitive chant falling from your lips, "please,please please......please Kid..".

At the first "please", Kid felt his cock twitch in his palm. But when his name tumbled from your lips, revealing it was him you were thinking of as you pleasured yourself, it took everything he had not to cum immediately. A low groan rumbled in his chest as he stroked himself faster. He willed the toy in your hand to follow suit.

"Come on, just for me sweetheart, let's finish this together" Kid was talking low and intentional, in a tone you had only heard reserved for serious moments as a captain when the bravado faded away and his stare would cut into your soul with a solemn understanding and a gentleness that almost felt sad. It felt like hearing something you weren't supposed to hear, like eavesdropping on a crush whispering to their lover. You wondered if he'd ever speak that way to you instead of his machinery. Touch you with those calloused fingertips. The image conjured in your head was of your captain flushed red as his hair, slick with a sheen of sweat, and grime that left stripes of black oil down your back and across your hips that you'd blush to wash off later. It was that image that pushed you over the edge, finally finding your release.

You came hard, having been on the verge for so long, toes curling and hips squirming from the sensation. It overwhelmed you, and you didn't even notice the whine that escaped your lips or the gasp that followed as you rode out the wave of pleasure. It was almost too much, but you kept the toy to yourself in damned determination to enjoy every last moment. You swore you could hear Kid, low and gravelly, praising your efforts outside the realm of your imagination.

"That's it, perfect, good girl"

But you didn't realize that it wasn't just your imagination. On the other side of the wall, Kid let out a grunt and cursed as the sounds of your orgasm pushed him to completion and he spilled over into his hand.  He slumped back against the wall and relinquished his magnetic hold over the bullet massager, reaching for the nearest and cleanest rag to wipe himself off. Oh, he thought to himself, he was fucked.

The next morning you woke up to your alarm and got ready for the day refreshed and satisfied. Grabbing coffee to start the morning, you looked over your shift schedule for the day. To your surprise, the schedule had been changed, sloppily scrubbed and crossed out and reworked by the unmistakable chicken-scratch of your Captain's handwriting. And even more surprising, your shift for the next two days was the same as yesterday's, giving you the evenings to yourself. Something tugged at you from the corners of your brain when you saw that, something that whispered "coincidence" and left an odd feeling in your gut that you quickly washed away with a sip from your mug.

The morning went well. Your new schedule not only had you off for the next two evenings but you'd been lucky enough to get your favorite chores on the ship. Maybe this was your captain's way of apologizing for being such a prick the past few weeks. The winds had shifted, pushing the unbearable heat that had suffocated you the day before away and bringing with them a refreshing air against the warmth of the sun. Or perhaps you just really, really, needed that organism.

Your mood was light and the whisper from this morning was forgotten as you worked on the deck. Or it was, until you saw your Captain on deck, talking about something or another with Killer, smirk on his face and red hair almost reflecting orange in the sun. Maybe you should end the silly feud you'd been having with him, you thought as your eyes traced over the curves and lines of his body. His shoulders, his pecs, his abs,his hips, his---you caught yourself and brought your gaze back up from his waist. Your traitorous eyes didn't want to look away from your captain however, and instead diverted their attention to his collar bones, his neck, his adams apple as it bobbed, the cut of his jaw, his lips painted red --and then your eyes met his and you realized he had caught you staring. No, not staring. Staring was what someone did when they saw something interesting or unique. You had been straight up ogling your captain. In broad daylight.

You felt a flush overcome you and furiously prayed no one else had taken notice and your captain wasn't in a teasing mood. He held your gaze just long enough to see your blush and look of panic before turning his head swiftly to break the  eye contact between you. You swore his ears looked red for a moment, and the whisper from before came back to the corner of your brain saying softly, "...what if?"

It was impossible though.

So you ignored the feeling. There was no way he knew you had gotten off to him accidentally controlling your vibrator. Or his voice. Or him.

You continued your day with the clever idea to avoid your captain after having been caught staring at him. It was easy... almost too easy. The whisper, yet again bubbled up from your thoughts pushing its way to the surface.

He heard you, it said.

But he didn't, you assured yourself.

There was no way he did, he was too busy working on whatever he was working on. The pretty projects that earned all his attention and sweet words. The stupid junk metal that stole every soft touch and praise. You rolled your eyes, mentally chastising yourself for even entertaining the thought of being jealous of scrap metal.

Your thoughts strayed to the previous nights pleasures and you felt the subtle twinge of want creep into your core. You weren't trying to be horny for your captain. You really really weren't trying to be horny for your captain. But the more you kept trying not to think about his voice through the wall...the more you kept thinking about his voice through the wall.

Taking your hands and slapping them to your cheeks in an attempt to focus on your task at hand, you decided that this was obviously a test in will power. One that you immediately failed when the voice of your Captain hit your ears, sugar sweet.

"Hey beautiful".

Whipping your head around faster than you intended, you realized your captain was behind you, hand lovely caressing his latest build as he showed it off to Killer, Wire and Heat. He paused for just a moment, and for the second time today you realize he had caught you looking. Or in this case, listening. This time you noticed his eyes narrowed as he held your gaze, and he licked his lips as if on the verge of asking a question only to turn once more to his commanders and continue talking about his new project.

"I was working on her last night in the workshop...she really tried holding out on me but in the end" he gave the metal calculated slap with his palm that made you jump as you worked, " she couldn't resist her Captain".  You swore his gaze flickered in your direction as he spoke. The whisper in the back of your brain got louder: he knows. No he doesn't, you mentally retaliated in your mind. 

" The edging was the hardest part." A flash of orange in your direction as he traced over a delicate detail soldered onto the metal. He knows, your brain whispered to you.He does not, you thought back.

"Didn't want to give up on such a pretty little thing though and finish unsatisfied" A inquisitive tilt of the head, a hint of a smirk. He knows, your brain whispered to you. He does not, you thought back.

"Honestly, I wouldn't have been able to get her where she needed to be if I hadn't used my devil fruit, right sweet thing?" Kid gently ran a finger down his creation and the metal hummed to life, screws and plates and gears softly vibrating for a moment under his touch. He looked up from his project and directly at you. This time he didn't look away. He fucking knows, your brain whispered to you. He does fucking not, you thought back as you quickly left that corner of the the deck and fled far, far away from the whisper of paranoia that Captain Kid of the punk pirates not only heard you get off to him last night, but helped.

Kid, watched as you scurried away red in the face and couldn't help the smug smirk that tugged at his cheeks. This morning he had grappled with the thoughts of last night. Did you know his devil fruit would have interfered with your toy? Was it on purpose? Or was it a happy, horny little accident? Did you often think of him when you came? Should he tell you he can feel you using your vibrator with his devil fruit? Would that ruin it?

Then he had noticed you staring at him. Completely oblivious to the world, chewing your bottom lip ever so slightly as your eyes took in every inch of him only to bashfully pull away at the last moment. At first he panicked. There was no way you knew he knew...right? Kid flushed at the thought of you wanting him so badly that you just couldn't help yourself. But after trying and failing to avoid you Kid's panic turned into curiosity. Then curiosity turned into a game, and Eustass Kid loved winning.

He didn't even notice the sly glances of his commanders between each other as they stood witness to their Captain's flirtations towards their crewmate. Should he not otherwise had every braincell available currently engaged in an erectile tete de tete, he would have been appalled to witness the subtle smirks and raised brows. Furthermore, if he'd not lost the aforementioned tete de tete and immediately left the room to ruminate on the exchange between the both of you in his workshop he'd have had the humiliation of overhearing the poorly suppressed chuckles of his commanders as they mocked the awkward exchange. But Eustass Kid was a man born with too much confidence and a wild tenacity when it came to winning, and all his mule-ish mind could think of was how he was going to best you in this battle of wills. Having changed the schedule personally, he knew you'd be made busy for a while and unable to distract him from masterminding your defeat.

Unbeknownst to Kid, you'd fled back to the sanctuary of your room, to frazzled to complete your shift. It was busy working anyways, and you'd garbled a half ass excuse to a crewmate about a stomach so they'd cover. The cold sweat on your brow and hardly hidden panic had Dive practically telling you to fuck off for the evening. She even included a few pointed jabs about not clogging the toilets in the women's bathrooms as she'd just cleaned them. Making it back to your empty room without bothering to turn on the lights, you pulled off your shoes and flopped onto your bed. Face down in your mattress, you groaned into the familiar scent and balled the soft fabric into your fists.

There was no way he knew.

He wasn't flirting.

He's your Captain.

There's no way he knows.

And there's absolutely no way he reciprocates.

You sighed, shoulders slumping, and released your clenched fists. Rolling over, you looked at the wall separating your room from Kid's workshop. You'd cursed that wall for keeping you up on late nights with loud clanking and the sounds of your Captain hard at work. You traced a finger along the wooden planks, softly worn from years at sea. When did the curses under your breath morph into moans hidden by your hand and the fear your roommate would wake?

Your roommate wouldn't be in tonight, you remembered. More importantly, Eustass Kid thought you were still doing chores.

Fuck it, you've had a day.

You unbuckle your pants, lifting your hips up to shimmy them and your panties down just enough. This wasn't like before, slow and meticulous. This was almost frantic, a day's worth of anxieties and stubborn resolution fueling you. As your finger circled your clit it felt more like flipping the bird than flicking the bean. Fuck the way he'd changed your shift without warning. Fuck the way he'd smirked at you and stared. Fuck the way he spoke to his stupid little projects the way you wanted him to talk to you. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Fuck".

That last one wasn't you. No, that came from the other side of the wall. You felt a hot stubborn heat bloom within you as you heard him curse. Of course he decides to slip into his workshop now of all times, you scowled slipping your own finger into yourself with a shudder. It felt good, but he'd feel better, you thought when you felt yourself clench around the intrusion aching for more than you had. Then you heard him grunting , breathy and low, and your neediness made itself known with a undignified squelch. Of course he's working on something that demands he utilize those big stupid muscles and make those stupid little noises.

Muscles and noises that made you imagine Kid hoisting you up easily onto whatever surface was available. Imagine him digging into the flesh of your thighs just as roughly as you would kiss him. You heard the smallest gasp and pictured a handful of cherry red hair pulled tightly in your fist. A throaty sound that made you think of trailing sloppy kisses from his nape to his lips. A softly spoken, "fuck" chanted in needy earnest drifted through the wooden wall and you pictured meeting those lips with yours in enthusiastic surrender smeared in red lipstick. You paused. Those noises certainly sounded a little more horny than usual.

On the other side of the wall, Kid stroked himself in his workshop muttering a breathy string of curses and thought about you. Thought about you thinking about him.

He remembered the sounds you had been making the previous night. Making for him. Maybe you'd been using a toy-- but he'd been in the driver's seat getting you off with it. With his devil fruit it was almost as if he could feel it. Not directly of course, like fingers and flesh of bone and senew. But, in a different way unique to him and his powers-- feeling through the push and pull of magnetism on metal and mapping out an image in his mind that his imagination eagerly filled in the gaps for. Wanting to relive the memories of the previous night, Kid reached out with his devil fruit powers and felt for the familiar pull of the small vibrator in the neighboring room. It's not like you'd hear, he thought, as the subtle sound buzzed through the walls. You weren't due back from your shift for another two hours.

You immediately noticed the way the top drawer of your nightstand came to life with a steady hum. Sitting up with record speed, you opened the drawer and confirmed your suspicion, watching as the small bullet twirled itself in circles from the vibration.

He definitely knew.

But he didn't know you were in here now.

Hearing him.

In the same breath it took for you to realize the sounds coming from the other side of the wall were not the result of Kid's tinkering, you grabbed the vibrator. Maybe you were too horny to think straight. Too horny to make good choices. Too horny to function. But the small toy certainly was functioning just fine as you slipped it between your legs and onto your clit. You felt your hips jolt at the sensation. It was so much. It wasn't anything like you'd do on your own. Too fast, too harsh, too erratic to do anything but edge you ever closer to release only to change tempo or speed at the last moment. It was all Eustass Kid, and you couldn't get enough.

Back in the workroom Kid was jerked from his imminent orgasm from the sound of your breathy moans next door. At first, he thought he had fallen victim to wishful thinking. He slowed the vibrator down. Broad back against the wall, cock in hand, he listened. Nothing. Maybe it was just wishful thinking.

Three heart beats later he smirked the kind of smirk he saves for the battlefield, when the confidence of a clever plan working just as intended takes over him in manic euphoria. And he made that bullet buzz.

Hard. Harder than it was capable of naturally. You weren't sure if it was a scream or moan or a curse that came out of your mouth, but whatever it was, quiet it wasn't. The grin on kids face in response to the noise you made was down right diabolical.

He had the same shit eating grin slapped across his face when he opened the door to his workshop, pants undone and askew on his hips, hard-on obvious through his briefs. You were a sight as well, hair a mess, clothing pulled on so fast your shirt was inside out and backwards. Glaring. Panting. Flushed.

"You ever finish what you start? " You snapped at him.

He leaned in the doorframe, looking down at you as if he'd won a game as he spoke, "I never leave a project incomplete."

You wanted to slap the smirk clean off his face. Instead you kissed him fervently--pulling him closer with the black fabric of his shirt as he pulled you into his workshop and shut the door. Almost as soon as you were in the room did he swoop you up, easily keeping you at the right height to assault him with kisses. Like gears in a well oiled machine,the two of you immediately interlocked, his arm holding your thighs and ass as your legs wrapped around him. Your arms around his neck, it wasn't long before you were sat upon the edge of the work table amongst his latest projects. Not daring to break away from the ravenous kisses you'd been craving, your hands moved to make swift work of your pants. Replacing them with the cold feel of the table, Kid pulled away and took in the sight of you. Chuckling as you let out the softest whine from the separation, his hand cupped your cheek. His thumb traced roughly over your lip, then trailed down--ghosting over your breast and teasingly pinching at your nipple before landing on your thigh. That's when you noticed the way the workshop lamp attached to his desk illuminated a perfect spotlight on your crotch. Kid caught the direction of your gaze.

"For fine detail work in the shop" he explained with a wink, tracing his thumb over the thin gusset of your panties slowly and gently. Your body immediately responded by dampening the thin cotton, your hips tense from the teasing. He used one finger to hook the crotch of your underwear and ghosted over your lips with his knuckle as he softly pulled up the fabric, peeking at his newest project to tinker with.

"So pretty...." He said quietly, before letting the fabric snap back into place.

Scowling, you opened your mouth to quip a sharp comment to your captain about his need to tease rather than please, but the only thing that came out your mouth was a gasp as Kid unceremoniously yanked down your panties and lifted your hips up to meet the aggressive touch of his tongue.

His tongue was hot, sloppy, and rough as it parted through your folds and lapped at your core in steady rhythm. His arm held you firmly in place as you squirmed from the onslaught of sensation and your legs quivered around his neck as your toes curled. You could feel yourself getting closer, a coil of pleasure building in your abdomen. Words jumbled between the sounds of pleasure as you urged him to bring you to your climax, ""I'm so cl-close, so close- don't you dare stop--Ah!"

Kid stopped. Then he licked a slow deliberate stroke with the tip of his tongue up your center. Circling your clit before looking down at you from between your legs before speaking," oh, giving orders to your captain now?"

From your angle it was difficult to see his mouth, but you knew that stupid smirk was back on his face. You tried to shift your hips to chase the previous contact, the cool air a sharp change to the wet heat of his mouth. But Kid's arm was strong.

"Kid," you whined at him.

"Captain," he chided you, tenderly placing a kiss to your aching clit, as if he was kissing your forehead instead.

"Kid you asshole stop teasing me and let me fucking cum I swear-" your rant was cut short by a sudden harsh suck to your swollen nub that left you gasping, your thighs trying to clamp together at the sensation to no avail. Putting you back down on his work table, Kid laid you out. Spreading your legs wide, your glistening cunt on full display for him.

"You wanna cum? Oh, you'll cum. And you're going to be screaming captain when you do, sweetness. Now take off your shirt". Kid had his hand firmly on the table, his figure imposing, looming over you as he spoke low and firm. His orange eyes bored into yours. This wasn't a threat, it was a promise. And it had you so wet you could feel a new wave of slick seeping into the folds of your exposed pussy.

You did as you were told and felt the cold air on your pert nipples. Kid leaned in, kissing you full on the mouth. You felt your body relax and your legs naturally begin to draw themselves together as you shifted to deepen the kiss. But a sharp nip to your lower lip and a, "tut,tut" from Kid stopped you as his large hand spread your legs wide again. Your core ached from the lack of touch, your walls fluttered around nothing.

Kid worked his way down to your breasts, taking a nipple into his fingers and rolling it gently as you whined, " That's right darling, just for me," he praised. Then took the nipple into his mouth and sucked, rolling his tongue over it is soft circles as he did so. You grasped at his shoulders, clinging to him as he worked to unravel you in meticulously. He did the same to the other breast and you felt your legs quivering, your neglected pussy dripping with need. As he pulled back, your nipples now glistened to match your core. He licked his lips and took in the sight of you before him.

"Mhhm," he falsely mused, as if he didn't know exactly what he was doing, "What should I do with my pretty little project? Pretty little thing all laid out on my table just for me to tinker with as I please."

You watched as he twirled a finger lazily in air and winked at you, activating his devil fruit powers. The clinking and whirling of metal surrounded the two of you in a dazzling display, the metal catching the light in glittering reflections. It was breathtakingly beautiful. Your attention stollen completely; just long enough that you almost shrieked when the harsh cold of metal enveloped your perked saliva slickened buds. Looking down you saw he'd placed a set perfectly sized hex nuts around your nipples, tight enough to hold, but not hurt.

"Sometimes a project just needs the Captain's magic touch, eh sweetness?" He traced his fingers down the center of your chest admiring his work, and the hex nuts came to life through his magnetic manipulations. Twirling, tugging and vibrating as your back arched, and the ache between your legs throbbed unbearably you gasped, "Ah, Ah-Kid-" you began to moan a plea for him to give you some relief, but the hex nuts around your nipples gave a sharp tug, "-ah-captain!" you corrected.

 "Good girl," he trailed his hand down, rubbing your hip and quelling the tremor in your legs. He spread you further for him, large calloused fingertips massaging circles on your outer lips, parting them lewdly to work the inner. The light shined down illuminating every detail of your soaked and spread cunt for him to see.

"So good for me" he continued, coating his fingers in your juices as he worked steady circles around your entrance, enamoured by how wet he'd made you. Every ounce of slick he'd coaxed from you, every twitch he watched as your pussy ached for more he took pride in. Better than any little thing he'd built from gears and steel, his fingers worked in delicate detail to gently reveal pleasure in every part of you on display. After all, Eustass Kid was a man who liked to tinker.

He worked his fingers upward and leaned closer as he parted your folds to reveal your clit, and watched as your pussy twitched once more when he worked it with his fingers. The sensations on your breasts from the cold metal and the steady deliberate circles on your clit had you on the edge of release faster than you anticipated.

"Thats right sweet thing, you can cum... Just for me pretty girl," he coaxed, listening to you moan and watching as your cunt clenched on nothing as you hit your climax. You felt your hips relax at the final waves of your orgasm but a sharp tug on your nipples caught your attention.

"Oh no, not yet, " Kid chided, "You wanted to cum? You're going to cum 'til you're calling for your captain, remember?"

You gasped as Kid put his mouth to your swollen clit and sucked hard. The sensations around your nipples intensified, and you hardly noticed the whimpers and moans that fell from your mouth as you squirmed under his attention.

"Ah, Cap-Captain, ah-yes,yes please,fuck,yes!"

It was too much. It was not enough. Then Kid slid two fingers into your cunt and curled them against your walls right at your sweet spot. You could feel the tight coil of pleasure building once more.

"More, fuck, Captain, yes,yes,yes!"

Another large finger entered you, and you welcomed the feeling, clenching down around them. Your hips bucked and rutted against him as he continued to work, the squelch of your juices and his spit echoing in the workshop in lewd harmony with your moans. The perverted melody only grew louder as he kept his mouth to your clit and rolled his tongue over the overstimulated nub, the pleasure in you increasing until it peeked. You came harder than before, body tensing as you called out a garbled mix of moans and cries for your captain.

Kid pulled his fingers out from inside you and released his hold on your clit with his mouth. He leaned  in to kiss you, still tasting like your cunt, then leaned back just enough to remove his shirt and slide his pants and briefs down far enough to free his hardened cock. Grunting as he ran his hand with your slick along his shaft, it mixed with his own precum as he stroked himself.

"I think you can call for your captain a little better than that, can't you sweetness?" He taunted. Sweat sticking to your brow you nodded yes. Kid stepped closer and rubbed the fat tip of his dick between your folds, the head rubbing along your puffy clit, still tender from your last orgasm. Kid's dick twitched at the touch, and you felt a fresh wave of arousal at your center in response.

"I think," he dragged the length of him against you, " -you can-" another rub of his head against your clit, "-call for your Captain-" again through your folds, "- better than that."

You whined, shifting your hips to chase him, but he pulled back just enough to kiss the tip of his cock to your entrance, "Hmmm... What was that sweet thing?...I want to hear you loud and clear". You whined, and you felt the hex nuts give a gentle tug.

"Y-yes Captain," The kiss of his cock against your cunt pushed further, just enough to tease but not enough to enter inside.

"Louder."

"Yes Captain!"

He moved slowly, gently thrusting back and forth a little deeper each time until he was coated in your juices. His dick was proportional to the rest of him, and you loved how it filled the deep seated ach within you. He watched the way your cunt hugged the base of his cock as he dragged the head along the inside of your walls. He watched the way it clenched around him as he hit the sweet spot inside of you that made you gasp and arch your back so pretty for him, metal around your nipples contrasting against the pretty color they'd turned from all the attention. He grinned wildly with an idea, and beckoned the metal around him with his magnetism once more.

"I think you might be missing some familiar sensations, sweetness." A slightly harder thrust and a wolfish grin spread across his face, "But don't worry, your captain is really good at his tinkering."

Another, quicker thrust. 

"Devil fruit has its advantages in the workshop-" a grunt and a thrust, "makes finishing up pretty little projects a snap of the fingers."

Kid laughed and thrust hard, all the way to the base of his cock. Completely sheathed within you, he paused and snapped his fingers. A shock of cold between your legs had you gasping, hips squirming from the feeling of another hex nut--or something similar-- now fixed around your swollen clit. Kid chuckled as he held you open to him, admiring his work under the light as he rocked back and forth within you.

"That's it pretty thing, looking so good for your captain. Look at you, all laid out for me to play with."

He twirled a finger in the air in a circular motion, and the metal on your body obeyed his call and circled gently too. " Prettiest project I've ever had on this table" he praised with a cheeky grin. Kid motioned a quick little tug with his index finger, and the metal again responded in kind. You whimpered, and your pussy twitched around his cock once more delighting him.

"So many ways I'd tinker with you, Sweetness-" he was thrusting harder now, his own pleasure building as he kept pace, "-again, and again and again-" he punctuated each word with a deep thrust, then leaned in and kissed you hard on the mouth, " 'til I knew how to coax a moan out of every inch of you. And maybe-, " another sloppy kiss, "- I'd even let you call me Kid." He gave a cheeky smirk, and kissed your nose before continuing, " if you weren't too busy being brat."

You didn't have the bandwidth for a witty retort, but if you did it wouldn't have mattered anyways, because Eustass Kid chose that moment to use his powers and vibrate all the metal adorning your body. Everything in that moment was Eustass Kid. The too much of the vibrations on your nipples and clit making you squirm, the delicious way his dick filled you up just a little more than you thought you could take, the way his hulking form enveloped you, kissing every part of you he could manage. Your hands roamed over every muscle you'd lustfully stared at over the past few months and your mouth followed suit, nipping, licking, sucking between heated gasps and pants. All you could taste was Kid, all you could smell was Kid. All around you, all you could feel inside and out was Eustass Kid. And you couldn't get enough of it.

Eventually the sensations morphed into something beyond overstimulation and an overwhelming sense of pleasure bloomed deep within you. The rhythmic grunts of pleasure from Kid, the soft string of curses falling from his lips as he chased his own pleasure, the way his voice dropped an octive as he spoke low in your ear, "Come on, just a little more for me sweetness, just for me, come on sweet thing, just for me" paralled what you'd heard previously through the wall. But nothing in your imagination could have conjured the reality of fucking Eustass Kid in his workshop.

Reaching your tipping point, you began calling out a steady chant of, "captain" and, " I'm gunna" and one almost pitiful, "please". The "please" must have tugged enough on Kid's heartstrings, because he began to stroke your hair through the everything of it all.

"That's it sweetness, let's finish this together, just like that" he coaxed, "Just for me pretty thing, let me hear you as you cum for me"

Stars clouded your vision as you finally came, and you called out for your captain one last time. Clenching down on him and digging your fingers into his flesh before you kissed him as hard as you could manage you could hear him praising you, "That's it, perfect, good girl".

Riding down the wave of your climax, Kid slowed the onslaught of vibrations to match your decent, until only he remained thrusting within your tired cunt. You could feel him harder and harder within you, until a shudder shook his massive form and a low strangled moan let you know he'd finished.

He pulled out from you, half heartily pulling up his pants and sitting back on his workbench as he ran his hand through messy hair. He watched as you sat up, your hair a mess, your body peppered with hickies, lips swollen. You looked down at your breasts, still adorned with your Captain's make shift jewelry, and gave a sly chuckle, "I don't know Captain...I kinda like the look of them, might have to get them pierced after all this."

"I know a guy who'd do it" he replied, leaning back into you and fiddling with the hex nut gently, " Hold still for me, pretty thing" he whispered in your ear before using his devil fruit to quickly remove the metal from your oversensitive bits, making you yelp. He chuckled, nuzzling into the nape of your neck.

"Oh so you can follow directions occasionally?" He teased, but his hand was already gently moving over your skin in a soothing manner, eyes scanning over you quickly to verify you hadn't been hurt.

"Occasionally" you retorted, placing your arms around his shoulders and running your finger through the hair at the nape of his neck, "You really gunna let me call you Kid next time, Captain?" You enunciated captain mockingly. A wild grin appeared across Kids face at the taunt, and he brought his forehead to yours, a glint in his eyes as he spoke.

It turned out someone from his past held a grudge fiercer than he’d given them credit for and sent one of their subordinates to deal with Crocodile for his past doings. While they had only been told to kill the former Warlord, the subordinate’s Devil Fruit had presented a much more enticing method to inflict Crocodile’s punishment. While disguised, they’d managed to get close enough to place Crocodile under their influence and command him to cause as much carnage as possible. The Devil Fruit user had been dealt with when they tried to escape Cross Guild but even then their power had a time limit and in that time, Crocodile had wrought destruction that only proved how fearsome a man he really was under the fine clothes and practiced patience your influence had formed in him over the years. 

Through the time you lay sleeping, Crocodile remained sat at his desk in the bedroom deciding to throw himself into the distraction of work while also remaining close. He still refused to reattach his hook. Every time he so much as looked at it, despite it having been cleaned and polished so intensely he could only see it still covered in your blood and it actually sickened him. Had it been anyone else he’d gored with his signature prosthetic he wouldn’t have bat an eye. Hell he didn’t even feel guilty about the others who’d been injured in his rampage, it was only how he nearly killed you that haunted him. He’d been so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn’t notice you’d woken until you were trying to sit up in the bed. Immediately he dispersed his body into sand and was across the room in an instant. “Slowly, love. Just sit back and rest.”

“Where’s your hook?” You asked weakly, eyebrows pulling together in confusion as you let him coax you back against the propped up pillows. Crocodile studied your face carefully but the small scowl on his lips told you he wasn’t going to answer. “This has really shaken you, hasn’t it?”

“You’re the only thing that I’d consider that makes me vulnerable. To be the one responsible for this…” he paused to glanced down, knowing the severe injury now hidden by your clothes and bandages. “I suppose even I can be shakable in those circumstances.”

“I understand. Just don’t let it haunt you for too long, okay?” You asked, leaning in to his touch when his hand cupped your face gently. Crocodile took a long steadying breath and nodded, pulling his hand away from your face to reach into the inside of his coat and hesitantly pulled out his hook and into view. Through it all he watched your expression carefully in case the sight of it drew out your true subconscious feelings of fear over the fact this was the weapon that could have killed you. Instead you gently took it to assist reattaching it, smiling wide when it clicked into place. 

KID

“What’s happened now?!” You shouted over the high pitched shriek of Kid’s magnetic powers kicked into a fiercer frequency. You and the rest of the crew had engaged in a full scale battle that had been going smoothly. Your opponents weren’t pushovers but they weren’t exactly the strongest people you’d ever fought. It was enough to be fun and still break a slight sweat, the perfect balance you thought. Just as things seemed to have been winding down, Kid’s outburst of mounting power erupted as if from nowhere with no discernible reason why. You let out a gasp of shock and dodged just in time as a large shard of metal cut through the air. You looked to your second in command, the one who’d been closest to Kid through the fight. “Killer?!”

“Something’s up with Kid!” Killer shouted, also taking cover. “We took the bastard down but he got one last hit in. That’s when Kid started acting weird!” You took a chance and looked out from around the wall you’d ducked behind to see Kid’s face was completely unreadable but the overwhelming need for destruction and violence was suffocating. You’d experienced Kid at his angriest but this was something else entirely. Normally he’d get lost in the fight and yell but it unnerved you to hear nothing from him and see his usually burning gaze dulled and darkened. This wasn’t Kid. This wasn’t your Kid. Licking your dry lips, you tightened your hands into fists and wordlessly caught Killer’s attention once more. Silently you both seemed to have the same thought. With a firm nod you both broke out from your covers and acted.

Kid’s head was throbbing and his vision blurred as it slowly began to sharpen again. This felt like the world’s worst hangover combined with being hit with a full Marine ship. His limbs all but screamed in agony and he couldn’t shake the ringing in his ears. Dully he could make out the muffled yells of someone calling his name. In whoosh, his hearing snapped back to normal as Killer bellowed out his name. “Kid! Snap out of it before you kill them, please!” 

Looking over he saw Killer pinned against the wall, his blades magnetised to the surface and stopping him from breaking free. Confused about why his power would restrain his best friend he quickly broke it, watching Killer drop to his ground. The second he was free, Killer sped across the distance and barrelled hard into his Captain in the hopes of releasing his metal hand. Only now did Kid recall Killer’s yell and he looked down to see you lying at his feet. Horror filled Kid as he saw you bloodied and unconscious, your body being squeezed in his bulked metal hand. Immediately he let go of you and staggered back. No, this couldn’t be happening. How did this happen?

Through you time recovering Kid kept his distance. At first while you were unconscious and he knew you’d be okay with time he’d tried to force himself to act like this hadn’t affected him. The crew had reassured him that he wasn't to blame for any of it and on the outside he’d agreed but that first night when he went to check on your still sleeping form he all but broke down. Of what he could see of your body was flared with dark purple and your face was twisted in discomfort. Everyone in the ship had suffered horrible injuries in the past, that was nothing new and to be expected. As much as he tried to find reason behind it and use his bravado to seem like the same old Kid, he felt sick to his stomach at his actions. The guilt was unbearable and he couldn’t bring himself to be near you and was secretly glad you’d been put on the strictest bed rest until you were given a full all clear. Kid had planned to use that time to get his head on straight. Sadly it never came. 

Every night since that day he hurt you he was plagued with nightmares. Some just filled with the sight of your body crushed by his hand. Others took the already painful experience further and twisted it to the point he’d dreamt he’d killed you. The end was always the same, he’d wake with a gasp and drenched in a cold sweat unable to breathe. One night after waking from the nightmare he jumped at the sound of a knock at his door. Slowly he rose and opened the door only to freeze to see you standing there. “Y-you should be in bed. You’re still healing.”

“If anyone needs healing it’s you.” You told him softly, your eyes scanning his haunted expression sadly. When Kid opened his mouth to argue, you held up a hand to stop him, immediately he shut his mouth. You stepped into Kids room and took his hand in yours, leading him to his bed and making him lie down before you settled into the space beside him, curling up and settling your hand on his chest. Before you’d gotten hurt it wasn’t rare for you and Kid to nap together on the deck when the mornings were slow so you were both used to this position, even if being in his bed at night made things more intimate. Still you felt how tense he was and sighed. “What’s done is done and if I knew how this would have gone…I’d still have done what I did to try and save you. I only regret how much this is eating you up. Just focus on my breathing, Kid. I’m still alive. I’m here with you.”

“That nearly wasn’t the case. I almost killed you.” Kid felt the panic claw at his chest, this was the first time he’d spoken the words. The first time he’d spoken to you since…”I’m so sorry.”

“Shhh. Just sleep. You’ll feel better in the morning.” Your voice was as warm as always, no hint of hatred for him in your tone. Reluctantly Kid settled his arm around you and closed his eyes, falling into the best night’s sleep he’d had in a long while with no more nightmares to haunt him.

——————————————-

You never quite knew where you stood with Kid.

You were part of his crew, but unlike the others who thrived on chaos you were quiet, withdrawn, a stark contrast to the brutality of the Kid Pirates. You weren’t weak, but you weren’t loud. You kept to yourself, avoided unnecessary conflict, and while you could hold your own in a fight, you didn’t enjoy it the way the others did.

And yet, despite your quiet nature, Kid never let you stray too far.

You weren’t sure if that was a good thing.

Tonight was proof of that.

The tavern was loud, filled with the roaring laughter of pirates and the heavy stench of alcohol, sweat, and gunpowder. You weren’t comfortable here - not with so many unfamiliar faces, so many prying eyes. You had tried to stick close to Killer and Heat, but at some point, the crowd swallowed you up, leaving you stranded in the chaos.

That’s when the man found you.

He was drunk, broad-shouldered, and reeking of booze. You didn’t know his name, didn’t care to, but the way he cornered you against the bar made your stomach churn.

"Didn’t expect to see someone like you with that lot," he sneered, leering down at you. "Too soft. Too quiet. Bet you only keep your spot by spreading your legs, huh?"

Your throat tightened.

You took a step back, but he followed, his presence suffocating.

"Come on," he slurred, grinning as he grabbed your wrist, his grip iron-tight. "Bet you’re real sweet when you—"

"Let go," you said, voice trembling despite yourself.

He didn’t listen.

Instead, he yanked you closer, his breath hot and rancid against your skin.

"You hear me, little whore?" he taunted, fingers digging into your arm. "I bet I could—"

A blur of movement. A shift in the air.

Then, the sickening crunch of bone.

The man barely had time to react before he was slammed into the wall, a metal hand crushing his throat.

Your breath hitched.

Kid.

The tavern went silent.

Kid’s mechanical fingers tightened around the man’s throat, his grin sharp and dangerous.

"You really shouldn’t have said that," he growled, his voice dripping with barely restrained fury.

The man choked, his eyes wide with terror.

Kid leaned in, his grin widening into something menacing. "Beg."

The word slithered through the air, heavy with sadistic amusement.

The man’s mouth opened, but before he could get a sound out, Kid slammed him into the ground. The floorboards cracked under the force, the man sputtering and gasping for breath.

Kid stood over him, eyes dark with something twisted.

"You think you’re tough?" Kid sneered. "Picking on someone who wasn’t even fighting back?" He tilted his head, almost mockingly. "Let’s see how tough you really are."

The metal of his prosthetic groaned as he clenched his fist.

And then he started swinging.

You could only watch as Kid beat the man into the floor, the crowd too afraid to interfere, too frozen in place to stop him. The sounds of flesh meeting metal, of bones cracking under sheer force, filled the tavern.

The man didn’t even scream—he couldn’t.

By the time Kid was done, there was barely anything left of the bastard’s face.

The tavern remained eerily silent as Kid slowly pushed himself to his feet, rolling his shoulders like he had just finished a mild workout.

Then, crimson eyes locked onto you.

You shivered, but not from fear.

His gaze was intense, burning with something unreadable. Possessive.

Kid stepped forward, closing the distance between you in seconds. His presence was suffocating, overwhelming, but not in the same way the other man’s had been.

"You good?"

Your lips parted, but words failed you. You weren’t sure how to respond, weren’t sure what you felt in that moment.

So you nodded.

Kid scoffed. Then, without warning, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you against him.

Your heart pounded as your face met his chest, his arm curling around your waist in a silent claim. He smelled like metal, salt, and blood- an intoxicating mix of danger and power.

"You don’t let weaklings like that touch you," he muttered, voice low and rough. "Next time, break his fucking nose."

Your breath hitched.

And then, his grip tightened, his voice dipping into something dark, something possessive.

"No one touches what’s mine."

Your stomach twisted, heat flooding your skin.

He hadn’t said it before- had never outright claimed you. But now, standing here, feeling his body against yours, hearing those words fall from his lips…

Your breath was uneven, your body still trembling from the rush of adrenaline. The tavern had gone eerily quiet, the weight of Kid’s words hanging thick in the air.

"No one touches what’s mine."

The declaration sent a shiver down your spine, though whether it was fear or something else, you couldn’t tell.

Kid’s grip on you didn’t ease. His arm remained firm around your waist, pressing you flush against his broad chest. His warmth seeped into you, the scent of blood and smoke clinging to him like a second skin. He was suffocating, intense in a way that made it impossible to think clearly.

You swallowed hard, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. His crimson eyes burned, still dark with lingering rage, his expression unreadable.

"Kid," you whispered, unsure of what you were even trying to say.

His jaw tightened, and without another word, he turned on his heel, dragging you with him.

You barely had time to register what was happening before you were being pulled out of the tavern, the crowd parting like the Red Sea to let him pass. No one dared to speak. No one dared to stop him.

Kid didn’t stop until you were outside, the salty night air rushing to meet you. The noise of the tavern faded into the background, leaving only the distant crash of waves and the faint hum of the Red Force docked nearby.

His grip on your wrist didn’t loosen.

He was holding onto you like you might slip away if he let go.

Your pulse pounded in your ears.

"Kid—"

"Shut up."

Your breath hitched at the command, your lips parting slightly.

He wasn’t looking at you. Not directly.

His head was tilted down, his grip flexing and tightening as if he was trying to ground himself. The silence stretched between you, thick and suffocating, until finally, he spoke again.

"You’re fucking stupid."

Your eyes widened. "What?"

His head snapped up, eyes blazing.

"Why didn’t you fight back?" His voice was sharp, cutting. "Why the fuck did you just stand there and let that piece of shit put his hands on you?"

Your stomach twisted. "I—I tried—"

"Bullshit."

You flinched at the venom in his tone.

"You’re on my crew," Kid growled, taking a step closer. "You’ve seen what happens when people fuck with us. When people fuck with me."

His fingers tightened around your wrist, not enough to hurt, but enough to make his point clear.

"You’re not some helpless little bitch. So why the fuck did you let it happen?"

Shame burned in your chest.

You had frozen. You hadn’t meant to, but the moment the man had grabbed you, your body had locked up, your mind going blank. You weren’t weak, but you also weren’t like the others. You weren’t bloodthirsty. You weren’t violent. You fought when necessary, but you didn’t thrive in it the way Kid and the rest of the crew did.

And right now, standing before him, you could see it in his face, he didn’t understand that.

Kid’s world was one where power ruled, where violence was survival, where hesitating for even a second could mean death.

To him, your inaction was unforgivable.

Your throat felt tight. "I didn’t mean to—"

"I don’t give a shit what you meant to do."

Your breath hitched as he suddenly grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

"You don’t get to be weak," he muttered, voice low and dangerous. "Not when you’re mine."

That word again.

"Mine."

Something twisted inside you.

His grip was firm but not painful, his fingers warm against your skin. He was still angry, you could see it in the way his jaw clenched, in the way his breathing was uneven but there was something else in his gaze now. Something dark. Something hungry.

The moment stretched between you, thick with tension, your heart hammering so loud you were sure he could hear it.

"Kid…" You weren’t sure what you were trying to say, but his name slipped past your lips before you could stop it.

His eyes flickered.

Then, without warning, his lips crashed against yours.

You gasped, your body freezing for a split second before your instincts caught up. His kiss was rough, messy, all teeth and heat and desperation. There was nothing soft about it, just raw possession, just the overwhelming force of him staking his claim.

You barely had time to react before his hand slid from your chin to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss with an intensity that left you breathless.

Your hands fisted in his coat, unsure whether to pull him closer or push him away.

When he finally pulled back, his breath was heavy, his forehead resting against yours.

His grip on your waist tightened, as if daring you to pull away.

"You don’t get to be weak," he muttered again, his voice a low growl against your lips.

You swallowed, your body trembling, your mind spinning.

"You will fight back next time," he murmured, his thumb brushing against your skin. "Because if you don’t—"

His grip flexed, his smirk sharp and dangerous.

"I’ll be fucking teaching you how to."

Your breathing was uneven, your body still pressed against his. Kid's words echoed in your mind, sinking deep into your bones.

"You will fight back next time… Because if you don’t, I’ll be fucking teaching you how to."

You didn’t know if it was a warning or a promise.

Your lips were swollen from his kiss, your pulse erratic. His forehead was still resting against yours, his grip tight, grounding you in place.

"You’re trembling," he muttered, voice low.

You weren’t sure if it was from fear, adrenaline, or something else.

"I…" Your voice was barely above a whisper.

His fingers curled against the back of your neck, his touch hot against your skin. "You’re not afraid of me, are you?"

You swallowed.

Were you?

Kid was dangerous. That much was obvious. He was violent, unpredictable, and filled with raw, unrelenting rage. He had just beaten a man to near death for touching you.

But the fear you should have felt never fully settled.

Because underneath the brutality, underneath the chaos, there was something else.

Possession.

And that was even more terrifying.

His red eyes burned into you, waiting for an answer.

You hesitated, then slowly shook your head.

His smirk was sharp, satisfied. "Good."

His thumb brushed over your jaw, slow, deliberate. The way he touched you was different from how he fought no reckless, mindless violence. Just control. Complete control.

And it made your stomach twist in ways you didn’t want to think about.

You swallowed hard, breaking the heavy silence. "Are… are you mad at me?"

Kid scoffed. "Fucking pissed."

You winced, but he wasn’t finished.

"You froze up. Let some piece of shit get in your face like you were nothing." His grip on you tightened slightly. "I don’t fucking like that."

Your breath hitched.

His lips brushed against your ear, his voice a low growl.

"You don’t get to be nothing when you belong to me."

The words sent a shock through you, heat pooling deep in your stomach.

You hated how much they affected you.

Kid pulled back just enough to look at you, his gaze dark and unreadable. His fingers traced over your pulse, feeling how fast it was beating beneath his touch.

"You don’t even fucking get it, do you?" he muttered.

Your brows furrowed. "Get what?"

Kid exhaled sharply, almost frustrated. "You think I do this for fun?"

Your silence was enough of an answer.

He let out a rough laugh, shaking his head. "You really don’t get it." His eyes flickered with something almost dangerous. "You’re mine. And I won't stand by and see someone insult or touch what's mine."

The words settled deep in your chest, and something inside you clenched.

You should have been scared.

You should have pulled away.

But you didn’t.

Because as twisted as it was, as wrong as it was—

You didn’t want him to let go.

And when his grip tightened around you, dragging you back into his gravity, you knew - he had no intention of ever letting you go.

Your heart was a chaotic rhythm in your chest, pounding so hard you thought he could hear it. Kid’s grip was unrelenting, his body heat bleeding into you, branding you with something unspoken.

"You’re mine."

The words echoed in your mind, twisting around your thoughts like chains you weren’t sure you wanted to break free from.

The night air was thick between you, charged with something raw and dangerous. Your fingers twitched at your sides, unsure of what to do, unsure of how to react.

You weren’t used to this kind of attention.

You weren’t used to him looking at you like this.

"Say something," he muttered, voice low, eyes locked onto you like a predator waiting for its prey to move.

You swallowed hard. "I don’t… I don’t know what to say."

Kid scoffed, tilting his head, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips. "That’s new. You usually just keep your mouth shut and stay the fuck out of the way."

You flinched, his words cutting deep, but he wasn’t wrong. You’d always been the quiet one among his crew. The one who never got in the way, never made waves. You weren’t like Killer, or Heat and Wire, who could deal with and thrive in the chaos Kid created. You were just… there.

Until now.

Until some lowlife scum forced you into the center of it.

Until Kid had to step in - had to claim you in a way that left no room for doubt.

"I don’t like when people touch my things," Kid continued, his voice sharp, his fingers tightening on your wrist. "And I really don’t like when they think they can take something that belongs to me."

You should have told him you didn’t belong to him.

You should have pulled away, put distance between you.

But your body betrayed you, feet rooted to the ground, pulse hammering with something that wasn’t quite fear, wasn’t quite excitement, just something that made it impossible to walk away.

"You don’t even realize how fucking easy you are to read." His voice was lower now, almost mocking.

Your brows furrowed. "What?"

Kid leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "You think you hide it so well—how you look at me when you think I don’t notice."

Your breath hitched.

He chuckled, dark and amused. "You like this, don’t you?"

Your fingers curled into fists, your entire body tensing. "That’s not—"

"Bullshit." Kid’s grip moved from your wrist to your chin, tilting your head up, forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes burned with something dangerous, something possessive. "You wouldn’t still be here if you didn’t want this."

You wanted to deny it.

You should have denied it.

But the words lodged in your throat, refusing to come out.

Because he was right.

You should have pushed him away.

You should have fought back.

But instead, you were standing there, letting him devour you with his gaze, letting his presence swallow you whole.

"Yeah," Kid muttered, a smug smirk curling on his lips. "That’s what I fucking thought."

Your cheeks burned, but it wasn’t just embarrassment, it was something more.

A twisted, undeniable truth you could no longer ignore.

You were already his.