Kid looks to the side, smirking yet a little annoyed of your shit eating grin. You keep smiling, because the more you do, the more he gets in the mood of… destroying you.

Both unlock your cars; machinery that’s worth more than the whole place. The modifications to make them faster, powerful, fearless.

The sound of roaring motors… Kid says he is the best mechanic in town, but is he really? You are sure that one, is you.

“Be careful, Kid… you know, if you aren’t sure those curves downhill can be difficult to take…” you joke, even if you think you are best, he is an excellent driver, and his drifting skills are as good as yours.

He hits the gas, making his Punk Vice red car grunt with it. His huge back pressed against the racing seat, punk music blasting. Kid pokes the little dinosaur fossil head hanging from the rear-view mirror laughing.

“You should ask your friend to call 911 so they are ready once you can take the first curve, honey. I’m really worried you might end with some bruises tonight”

You give him a sharp sight, a look that could kill, eyes that make him gasp for a few seconds. Your beauty is undeniable, and not even him can resist it.

You look to the front and fasten your safety belts. Placing your hands on your wheel, you bite your lips, and taking a big gasp of air you get ready to risk your life and your car… “Shut up, Eustass and let’s go. It’s time. I won’t bet this time; I know I’m winning. Prepare yourself to admit publicly I’m better than you” you scream from your seat, and over the loud music he likes to play when he drives.

Cars ready, a new crime about to be committed. Drifting and racing is illegal, but you all care? Absolutely not.

Killer softly hits both hoods and laughs. “I still think you should get a room but if this is what you two think is foreplay I won’t get in the middle. Get ready, on the count to three…”

One. his feet on the gas. Your hand on your shift.

Two. a last side look, lustful and competitive from the side windows of your cars.

Three… wind on your hair, full throttle.

The first meters before the first curve downhill are wide enough to fit both cars, but once you get to the turn, someone must pass first or else you could fall to the side of the road.

You lift your foot from the throttle, giving Kidd the impression you are slowing down just to be careful. You can hear his motor roaring, as he probably has stepped over the gas to go faster. Speed might be needed, but he will have to slow down right before the curve, or he won’t be able to use the hand brake to drift. There, when his motions become slower and he needs more curve to let his car drift, you will accelerate, leaving him behind whenever the road becomes even more thinner.

And your plan, becomes successful. Like the dancing of two metallic birds, you are able to squeeze in between the mountain inner wall and his car. Sliding with a feminine delicacy, but with a driving supremacy that not even your tires can notice from how fast you do it.

Your look at him as you pass, seeing the way he becomes angrier… oh, so violent.

“Bye ~” you mouth, leaving him behind and getting ready for the next curve. “Men like you are so simple… haha!”

“BITCH!!!” he screams, hitting the wheel with his fist and red painted nails. He knows the first curve is decisive, the one that is able to take the first position most likely wins… unless you commit a mistake… Or someone makes you commit a mistake.

Your rear lights tempting Kid to hit them, a simple touch with his car while drifting and you will be off road instantly. Should he do it? Or should he lose and admit publicly a girl won against him?

You, absolutely in heaven from winning him and ignorant about Kid’s desires play with the odds by lifting your finger into your rear view and laughing.

Kid growls and his orange eyes cross yours for brief moments in the reflection. He looks scary, and for the first time you are afraid of what he will do.

Meters from the finish line, your heart pumping, and your foot willing to drown the accelerator into the car so you can separate as much as possible from his car.

However, the need of winning and the fear has blurred your mind and concentration has gone away because you aren’t noticing rocks that have crumbled from the mountain at the end of the road. Yet, Kid does.

“(Name), STOP!” he shouts from his car, stupidly believing you could hear him. And what he was planning to do to hurt you and he didn’t… now is what could save your life.

He hits the gas enough to get to the side and with a swift, yet delicate motion, hits the back side of your car forcing you to stop as much as you could.

The sound of metal parts breaking is like a dagger to your heart, but now there is nothing more important than to avoiding your car bump. And Kid knows you are well trained to do so.

Your back and arms hit the sides of your car, but you manage to stop properly without bigger lesions. Kid’s car stops right next to you.

He gets out, running to you, desperately trying to see if you are ok.

“(Name), (Name)!! are you ok? Don’t move!” he screams, trying to open your door.

You, still dizzy and agitated, shake the confusion of your sore body. “WHAT THE FUCK, KIDD? YOU ARE SUCH A BAD LOSER THAT YOU HAD TO HIT MY CAR?? YOU IDI-“

“No, you idiot! Look!!! The road!! If I hadn’t done it you would be dead right now!” he screams, when he is finally able to open the door and getting inside to take you out the car.  “Come here, are you ok? Does something hurt? You have blood on your arm but it’s just a scratch but still…”

You notice the way he nervously untucks your belts and try to check for your health so desperately. He takes you out in arms, promising he will fix your car but as long as you are ok he is ok with admitting you won.

You can smell the hint of sweat on his body, mixed with the ferrous one of your own blood coming from your nose. You are safe, it’s just a scratch… but being on his arms, with a chest so big, and your hearts pumping fast… two overflowing adrenaline spilling bodies, and the hate but the attraction…

“Kid… thank you I-“ you mumble, looking straight into his eyes. “Shut up. SHUT UP…” he grunts, fighting against his impulses and once again… losing. His lips crash into yours, what a brute.

You widen your eyes, but instead of resisting, you let your tongues dance in one concupiscent moment.

When the kiss breaks, he doesn’t doubt and places you inside his car. “Get inside, Killer will come and take care of your car” he commands, and even if you already knew, you nod giving him the right to be the one taking decisions.

He manages to slowly and carefully surpass the rocks that have fallen from the mountain, and soon you two are in the road again. Who knows where he drives, you don’t care.

You look at him as you wipe your bloody nose with the back of your hand, and then towards your legs. Kid’s hand lands on your thigh, squeezing right before parking on an old country house.

“Kid I…” you wanna say something. “Shut up” he says, making you laugh. Could he be embarrassed of this? of course he is… after all, he didn’t hate you.

His lips devours yours before coming out of the car, tasting the ferrous flavour of some left blood drops on your mouth. He runs his thumb once again over the commissure of his lips and indicates you to go down.

He walks around, getting to you. Kid’s imponent body tops you against the car side, with his hand resting on the window next to your face.

“You know, I wish I could claim those bruises as mine” he whispers into your mouth. “I can actually blame you, in the strict sense… however, what about leaving some more?” you playfully tell him, purring so sexily.

Both smirk in complicity and with a swift swish, his hands lift you up from your thighs sitting you on top of his hood. “I could fuck you on that house, but I prefer to do it over my creation… be proud, your ass is over my Victoria Punk”

“I feel honoured...” you joke, pulling him over you to kiss you with force. You grimace, something hurts on your body, but you don’t know, nor you care.

His mouth goes from yours towards your neck, mercilessly biting your flesh, leaving the marks you asked him to add. Kidd’s grunts make you tremble, his dominant aura seems enough to leave you breathless.

His hands rip your blouse off, exposing bouncing breasts that become a juicy temptation for him. Kidd gloats at your image, pouncing on you desperately.

As he nibbles on your nipples, he lifts your leg up from the side so that his crotch can hit yours. You can feel his hardness, becoming bigger and throbbing, grazing against the wetness forming inside your panties.

And suddenly every moment of rivalry turns into what it really was… desire, need for the other…

“Fuck me, Kidd” you whine, crossing your legs around his waist to pull him even closer.

“Beg for it…” he murmurs, pulling down your shorts, biting your inner thighs as he waits for the pleads.

“Fuck me now, fuck me please… I can’t- I can’t take it no more…” you moan, brushing his red spiky hair back. He looks hot, needy, sweaty. Kid is to you the embodiment of sexual desire and you are dying to try him.

Kid’s grin makes you tremble, he grunts victoriously and with his fingers he moves your panties to the side. Your dripping core appears before him as a holy grail, and he is not sure whether he wants to fuck you once for all or drink it all up.

Red painted nail slides inside your slit, hitting as it goes the upper wall of your entrance. Just one finger, and it makes your back arch… he knows exactly where to push, where you touch.  

Then, a second one, while he bites and pulls from your already swollen lips. You moan into his mouth, and he drinks all your pleasure at once. And while he does, his ragged black pants fall to the ground with his studded belt… because Kidd is a true punk, you know.

You can feel his hardness closer to your entrance. And even if he is not touching you with it, the warmth coming from his drippy cock makes you squirm in anticipation.

“Spread big for me, little shit… this time I will definitely let you end first~ ” he grunts, taking his fingers out of you and taking them to his mouth while pumping his dick with his other hand.

You feel like exploding already; the way he enjoys your taste could only give you a hint of how much he will love to eat you alive very soon.

“You… you little shit… you always end last…” you whine, receiving his dominant intrusion into you. Walls clenching, milking, sucking him to go deep.

He gives you such strong thrusts, you are sure you are gonna end up losing your ability to walk. And he goes so hard, that your nails carve marks into his wide back. You can feel his muscles moving as he moves in and out of you, grunting like a beast into your ear.

The hot surface of the hood isn’t even as hot as your bodies melting into one another, loving each other so lustfully under a moonlight night, with bruises and some new hickies all over your skin.

And you begged. And he delivered. Deeper. Rougher. Violently. Competitively.

“You don’t recognise my voice no more? What happened to you?” you ask, emerging from the dark. Your sexy body, the one that Kid knows very well, flashes on his red eyes.

He gasps. But, there is too much hatred inside of him.

Wearing the beast pirates attire, showing more skin than clothes, a long cape on your shoulders, you crouch at a considerable distance. You don’t want his heavy boots to stamp their soles in your face.

“What are you- what are you doing here, you treacherous bitch!” he spits one of the many insults that will follow. The chain and shackle of kairoseki clank with the violent motions, and you are sure he is about to rip a whole piece of wall just to be freed from there.

But you aren’t scared. you are, at best, a little bit crazy for him.

“Don’t blame me for staying by Kaido’s side. You chose to defy him because you think you are enough… but, I was clever, Kidd…” you whisper, coming by to his right side. “Come on, don’t treat me badly… remember our nights”

Kid turns to look at you, his eyes pierce your soul with pure hatred. The sweat drops falling right through his temple make you tremble.

“Remember the times when I use your holes for my pleasure? Yes. That’s the only usage I could give you” he hurts you. Or he thinks he does. You don’t mind, after all it has always been a matter of pure lust… but he was so yours when coming, when searching for your body in the middle of the night before Kaido fell from the skies like an unholy blessing.

You can’t stop laughing. And it’s scary, even for Kidd. “Stop laughing, if you want me to fuck you again then, free me up” he demands, thinking that you could be beaten in your own game.

“Ah so… we are playing that game aren’t we? But, Kidd… I’m a Tobbi Roppo now! I serve Kaido-sama… however, I very much like your offer. And I would like to trade with you… You want to be freed? You want to know where Killer is?” you chime, looking at him with your head tilted to the side and your thumb playing with your lip.

The red-haired beast grunts. You name Killer and he transforms. “What do you- what do you want?! Tell me where he is!” he shouts.

You giggle, covering your mouth with your hand… “Mmmh… let me touch you and I’ll tell you~ ” you playfully tell him, coming closer to his ear. Whispering soft, inaudible words you realize his skin becomes bumpy and his wet pants so tight on his crotch.

Weakness cannot describe what he feels for you. He craves your body, in a torturing dichotomy… is this because of Killer, or, because he really wants it even though he knows you won’t free him?

Slowly, like approaching a rabid animal, the tip of your nose buries on his neck. You inhale the scent of masculine rage coming from his pores. “Delicious. As scary and violent as always ~” you purr.

Kid watches you with a raving side look. “Be thankful I’m handcuffed…” he growls, ripping a smirk and a dark aura to come from you.

Immediately after his void threat, your hand gets to his half-burnt neck. Your nails carve on his skin, and you press so hard that you can feel his trachea almost cracking.

Kid gags, widening his eyes. You have become strong, and the woman he used to subdue under his imponent frame to fuck her senseless, has shown her true power.

“What? What would you do to me if you were uncuffed? Hm? You don’t want to save your sweet friend?” you murmur, biting his earlobe after.

Kidd grimaces; for the very first time he is scared of you. And fright feeds you.

You keep laughing as you finally straddle into his lap. He can’t speak, he has gone wordless. Smiling, so terrifically, you get to his lips to lick them. Red lipstick already smeared mixes with the blood traces of the thrashing he had to endure before being thrown to this jail.

“Did the cat got your tongue?… ah, what a shame… you used to use it so well on me. Are you sure is not there? Let me see” you tell him before pressing his cheeks to open his mouth.

He seethes, but you don’t care as his hips keep searching for more pressure and they make his crotch stick to yours.

A string of saliva drips from the tip of his tongue, the roughness of his breathing makes you so aroused. To have such a strong man under you, it’s your time now. From the times he left you unable to stand up, from the times he didn’t ask to fill you up, from the times he slapped you hard while he buried mercilessly into you…

“It’s my turn now, Kidd…”

You give him a little slap, that ends up with him spitting on you. Which is, absolutely not a problem for you. “Good boy! Stick your tongue out for me, ok?”

Standing up, you grab a fistful of his red locks and stretch his head back. Hips are now over his face; the thighs he used to bite and bruise, surround his facade.  

Kidd bites his lower lip, your almost drippy core feels like he is being served his last meal. And perhaps it is, as you let your body fall over his face, muzzling, suffocating him.

You move your head back and forth, giving him a taste of your lustful elixir. His tongue buries inside the very first part of your entrance and then to your clit. His grunts are, by far, the perfect companion to your whimpers.

“See, you had a tongue after all!” you giggle while aggressively press your sex against his face. You fantasise with his lips becoming blue from the lack of air. You want him to feel lightheaded, about to pass out.

And just, when you had enough, but he hasn’t, you stand up. You let go of his hair, pushing his head back. Hitting his nape against the wall he mourns, but he is more interested in what comes next that any pain his body could feel.

You take the time to smear even more the rests of lipstick and blood with your own juices all over his face. It excites you to no extent to see his stare become weaker, subdued to your acts, pleading for more.

It’s a matter of seconds before you can rip his pants off. His belly, who was already exposed, tenses. He can’t take this no more, but you can make him even more needy.

“Ah… how much I have missed your dick...” you moan, taking a closer look to the red, drippier, throbbing member that lays erect in the middle of his crotch. “Would you like me to touch it? Or maybe lick it for you?” you playfully tease him, watching the way his sex twitches at your indecent proposal.

“If you missed it, why don’t you suck it already? Huh?” he urges you to use your mouth, but that’s the beauty of the torture…

You giggle, hysterically, sadistically. You ain’t using your mouth, oh no. It’s better if you use the tip of your high heel boot. It softly hits his hardness, making him bend forward. The sound of chains resonating all around a silent night at Udon, and the subtle tears flooding Kidd’s sharp eyes fills you with joy.

“I’m so, so, so happy right now, Kidd!” you moan, taking your hands to your breasts, squeezing them. You are out of your mind, but that never bothered Kidd, why would it bother him now?

He doesn’t protest. He knows he’s earned it. Kidd suffers in silence, his cheeks become red. His dick sprouts large amounts of precum, making a puddle all around him. He is, right now, in a state of pain and pleasure. He wants it over, but he wants it to last forever… and, you haven’t even touched him yet.

But, that won’t last much longer. You want to edge him, to the point of making him dumber. The tip of your boot lubricates with Kidd’s own arousal honeys, and it begins to go up and down all throughout his shaft.

You can see how his hips buckle up just to get more and more; you enjoy his suffering expression, so much it makes you almost come from such lewd imagery.

“You are like a puppy, Kidd. You wanna hump my leg? Cutie pie!” you purr, lifting your leg just a little so the sharp heel of your boot dangerously lingers on top of his balls.

“I- I can’t- give me more” he pleads, stupidly reduced to a mere slave of sex.

“Sh sh, stay still… or do you want me to step on you? Oh no, we wouldn’t want that… right?” you pout, acting all innocent with clear darkness intentions that both scare and excite the captive captain.

Kidd swallows. He is unable to stay still, he wants relief no matter what. Even if it hurts him.

“Stand still!” you scream, after stepping a few millimetres from his flesh, right into the stone ground. The sound of your heel carving into the precum stained floor makes his breathing to stop for at least a couple of minutes. “Haven’t I told you yet, that it is me who decides what’s next? We don’t want you to get hurt, right?”

When Kidd finally starts breathing again, you kneel right next to his miserable self. “Suck my fingers, come on” you order him, pushing your index first in his mouth. As he deliciously wets your fingers, you graze his prominent cheekbone so softly and caring. A total contradiction since you are almost making him gag by how violently you bury your hand into his mouth.

Wet fingers finally reach his shaft. Kidd thinks he is getting a final dose of relief… but there is much more you wanna do…

While you pump his dick up and down, so slowly. Painfully slowly, you begin to slide your index into his rear entrance. You don’t find a lot of resistance, and you smile even wider. Boy has experience, no doubt about it.

“Aahhh ~ I see you aren’t new to this, who was it? Killer?” you laugh deadly sexily, watching him look to the side with cheeks on fire. “Now I know the real reason behind your worry… is not just your bro…” you tell him, while finally being able to fully enter his rear entrance.

Kidd grunts; a loud “Fuck!” escapes his overly bitten lips. And you can’t allow such strong word coming from him right now, so, a soft slap will do to tame him. The red-haired man can only emit intelligible sounds and moans, don’t ask for him to think straight. You are hitting his G-point. You are pumping his dick. He is lost into the last few moments to reach heaven…

But, heaven… Wano isn’t heaven. You stop, right before he could cum. Ruining his orgasm, keeping him in the precipice of lust or loss.

“WHY---?” “Because you have been a bad boy. You left me, Kidd! But… don’t panic. You wanna come, right? Then why don’t I make you cum harder than ever?” you whisper, fixing your yandere eyes into his scared and needy ones.

You unexpectedly slide a second finger inside him, hitting right the prostate. Your palm rests open wide over his gland, tracing circle motions that make his whole body to contort and his teeth to chatter.

“N- NO- I- I-“ he whines, its too much pleasure even for him to process. But you keep going, he can’t stop you. Keep crying, Kidd.

You trap his lower lip with your teeth, softly pulling, enjoying his incontrollable moans. He drools, he pants, he cums and you keep touching him. You keep stimulating him.

Kidd is going senseless. He can’t understand yet, how, his body is able to still feel pleasure. But he can’t stop you. He won’t.

Squirting. Squirming. Closing his eyes, falling asleep soon after with the sound of your soft giggle does nothing but to sooth his stressed-out body.

“Woman is this the place you wanted to come? Tell me the guys didn’t lie to me” he says, taking a good look around. A sophisticated atmosphere receives both of you; a restaurant decorated with candles and roses, a golden aura all around.

You giggle, sure it is the one you wanted to visit; the Baratie. They say that here, you can taste the flavours of all the seas joined in one. On the corner, there is even a skinny man playing the piano, filling the place with sweet classic melodies.

“Yes, Kidd. Thank you so much” you nod, slightly resting your forehead against his muscular arm.

The redhaired feels proud of himself, and even if he doesn’t show, he is also happy because you are too. But the feeling of inner peace gets disturbed instantly by a blonde with curly brows praising the beauty of his lover; the main chef. What is he doing here?

“Welcome to the Baratie! I’m Sanji, the main chef! Where do you wanna seat my beautiful mademoiselle… and… your…?” he chimes, looking at Kid after scanning you with a brilliant smile.

You laugh, and kindly answer “My boyfriend. We are here to celebrate Valentine’s” you chime, already feeling the tension in between the both of them. Kidd isn’t always showing his emotions, but tonight things were about to take a different turn if you didn’t interfere.

The blonde showed you a table next to the window; and take a deadly look at Kidd when he didn’t move the chair out for you to sit. Truth is, you don’t wanted to, nor ever asked of it. You only wanted to sit down, order and avoid the chef and your lover to have further interaction.

Sanji suggested the chef’s choice, and both acceded to order that. As soon as the fancy blonde left, Kid put his heavy hand over the table. It made you slightly jump from your sit, but you know he isn’t angry with you.

“Calm down, he is just acting like a fancy French man… I’m sure his not a menace to you” you joke, sliding your hand on top of his veiny one.

Kidd fixes his burning red eyes on yours, and turns around your hand to be the one under his. “You are mine; you know that? Do you want me to remind it to you?” he grunts, low but loud enough for you to hear.

Your eyes widen, a few slow blinks after and you are gawking. Is not that this is new coming from Kidd but it surely startled you. However, your façade turns from surprised to a sexy grin and sloppy eyelids.

“Me? Yours? And how are you planning to show me that?” you whisper, playing with your fingertips on his palm in a sexy way.

Kidd smirks widely and tilts his head to the side. A challenge? For him? Now you better get ready for what’s about to come for you…

The silence in between you two says more than any words the crimson haired could ever say. He has let his hair down today, sexy tufts fall over his face and they match perfectly with the formal attire he bought just for tonight. He never wore it, but you are absolutely grateful he did. The savage style is what made you fell in love with him, but the suit looks extremely good on him.

Of course, such silence gets interrupted by the Chef bringing himself your plates. He flirts a little more with you while the sound of Kidd’s teeth gritting surrounds you. You smile sweetly at Sanji and as soon as he fleets off Kidd narrows his eyes.

“Eat. Fast” he orders.

“Excuse you? Why are you ordering me around, Mr. Eustass?” you ask, narrowing your eyes too.

“Fine, if you don’t mind the food getting cold then…” he says, standing up and taking you from your hand. He begins to walk towards the bathrooms, and you are unable to process what’s going on. You trip to match his long and fast steps in silence.

Kidd opens quite violently the bathroom door and takes a look to see if there is anyone there. “Come in” he says, pulling you inside. You kind of imagine what he is planning, but right there…?

“Kidd i think we shouldn-“ you can’t keep talking; the red haired kisses are enough to shut you up. His tongue exploring your mouth, your tongue slowly getting used and matching his motions.  You whine as he pushes inside one of the stalls, his hand searches for under your skirt. He squeezes your thighs; he bites your lips and pull from them.

“Here it is how I was planning on showing you are totally mine” he grunts, as your back hits the refined door of the bathroom stall. “Unfortunately, I couldn’t wait until getting home, hope you don’t mind”

You shiver, he is so big compared to you -or anyone really-. His topping body makes your legs turn weak, you know he can be as violent as he wants with you, you allow him to; he loves to do it.

Kidd sits on the toilet and helps you stand still against the door right in front of him. “It’s a blessing you are wearing this cute little skirt…” he scoffs, spreading your legs just so that his arm would fit in between them. He discovers your wet reaction on your panties, Kidd is delighted with it he even smiles sweetly.

“Are you that horny for me, (Name)?” he asks, moving your panties aside to take some of that dampness in between his fingertips.

You nod. Of course you are. Since he picked you up tonight you were waiting for this moment… Your mind goes blank, and your hands cover your mouth as his index suddenly penetrates you. Your knees try to join but Kidd won’t let that happen…

“No, no. Don’t close them. We need you ready to take me…” he whispers, taking his finger out and sucking on it clean from your arousal. “Ah… you are so delicious… come here”

Kidd pulls you closer to his face, he helps you lift your leg so that you could step on his right thigh. “I bet this dinner tastes a lot better than that tasteless shit” he growls, bringing your sex almost over his mouth so that he can eat you out.

Your muscles tremble, you wanna shout, you wanna scream; Kidd does it so well, twirling tongue against your clit and his index opening its way inside you. Up and down and sometimes in beckoning motions, adding fingers, sucking, and licking. Sometimes, he even bites your inner thighs. Feasting on your core it’s his favourite meal, and no fancy restaurant can match it…

But, Kidd needs more. And, as he said, he will show you, you are nobody’s but his.

“I think you have been stretched enough to take me…” he says, cleaning his shiny chin from your fluids with his forearm. He lends you his hand to help you put your leg down but as soon as you do, his hand carves in your glutes to pull you towards him and sit on his lap.

You gasp, you can feel his throbbing hardness through the black pants he is wearing -and that you are probably wetting-. “What about me fucking you this way, and really showing you who you belong to?” he adds, stating he clearly wants to claim your body as his.

“Fuck me, yes… please” you whisper, already moving backwards so that you can get his sex out of that fabric prison. Quickly, efficiently, you pull down his zipper. He is also dampened; Kid is hard and so wet.

“Sure thing, woman” he moans, guiding his tip to your entrance. You remain lingering over it without fulling sitting yet, you are scared of him going deep… being the size he is, your walls are already both eager and afraid.

Kidd must be feral, but he isn’t a brute. He waits until you are ready, he doesn’t push you, he simply allows you to slowly go down as he slides inside you. Your nails carve on his wide back, leaving marks on his black coat. Your lips trapped by his, Kidd drowns your soft whimpers so nobody could hear you.

He also shivers. The feeling of tightness around his shaft makes him weak. Your red-haired lover closes his eyes as he lets himself go in the oppressive sensations around his sex. “Ugh… you are so damn tight… you take me so good…” he whispers, lips against lips, warmth against warmth.

Your toes curl, your skirt has rolled up your waist, your hairstyle gets absolutely messed up and you don’t really care about a thing… except the bulge forming in your lower belly as the thrusts now have become faster and harder.

Kidd pulls from your head back, he needs to kiss the crook of your neck. He pants and grunts against your skin, you do the same with hands playing with his red locks.

“Allow me to cum inside you. I want to make you mine, completely” he pleads, going violently in and out you. Your tiny frame compared to his seems to get smaller as you hear those words. “Let me fill you up with my seed, let me make you mine, make you so damn pregnant with a child of mine”

“I love you, please do it ~” you purr, with what’s left of energy and the feeling of breaking in half for how full you feel already… and you want to feel fuller, a lot more fuller… flooded, dripping.

And that’s exactly what you get. As you retort yourself over his hardness, reaching climax, squeezing, milking him out he gets ready for his release. Kidd hugs you tight, kissing your lips, breathing into each other’s lungs, feeling your heartbeats with your chests pressed together…

“Ngh… Until the last drop… hold it in…”  he grunts, as his twitching anatomy bathes your inner walls with his warm, sticky seed. “I fucking love you, woman”

“I won’t let any drop go to waste… this feels so… ngh… fu- good… I love you too, Kidd…”

Ah by the way, about dinner… the moment you left the bathroom to go back to the table you saw the blonde “womanizer” chef kissing passionately with the green haired security guard from the parking lot right on the back of the restaurant.

"Law, your fever isn't going down… we should call Marco" you suggest, whispering to your best friend. 

"No! I'm fine! It's just the flu!" He protests, with nothing but misery in his speech. 

You try to convince him that this isn’t ok, but he is reticent to it. And you are used to it, he will always take care of others but never of himself. In any case, you have a plan; waiting for him to fall asleep to finally call Marco -his colleague- to assess him. 

But, as Law seems to be finally asleep, and you stand up to go call dr. Marco, he pulls from your hand. “Stay” he murmurs, pulling as hard as he can, even if the snatch isn’t strong enough to stop you from walking away. 

You sigh, it breaks your heart to see him so miserable. “Law… Do you need something?” you ask, biting the inside of your mouth. He has been your crush for so long, but he doesn’t know… he mustn’t know. 

“Stay… I need you to stay” he begs, pulling you to sit right next to him. “Fine, I’ll stay…” you whisper, helping him snuggle back into the bed. You softly caress his cheek, noticing that they aren’t as hot as they were before. Maybe the fever is going down after all. 

Law closes his eyes, as he crawls up to your lap. His face pressed against your leg, his hands squeezing your flesh. He doesn’t want you to leave, and he will grip tight to you to prevent it. 

“I’m sorry (Name)-ya, I know I look weak… but I need you” he moans. And you simply smile, you wouldn’t leave him even if he asked for it. And, with soft circular motions on his back, you lull him to sleep back again. He is, at this point, like a little child and you are glad to be the one taking care of him. 

You take a look through the window, the snowflakes become bigger the more the night approaches and as the temperature outside drops. Both were on vacations at the mountains, and Law didn’t wear proper clothes the first days resulting in his current situation. 

You think of how many people asked you already if you were a couple, because being on vacation with your male best friend alone was something unbelievable for them -or maybe it was just the fact that you two actually looked more like a couple than friends- 

The buzzing of your phone pulls you out of your thoughts. A message from Bepo lights up the screen. “How is the captain doing? Is he feeling better? Do we need to send an ambulance?”  the white haired young man asks. 

You suppress a laugh. Bepo has been friends with Law since forever, and, for some reason he still calls him captain. Apparently, that was the name he got when playing pirates back in the day. “It’s ok, Bepo. He is doing better. He is asleep now, I’m trapped by him so I don’t go away from him” you type, and just when you press send, Law pulls you down as hard as he can. Your phone flies away and you end up on top of him.

“L-LAW!” you scream, trying to stand up. But, his tattooed arms trap you against him. He grunts and nuzzles on your hair, breathing your sweet perfume like the last drop of oxygen in the air.

You shiver, you can’t move. Whether he is awake or not, you notice how hard he is hugging you. And so much he does you end up curling next to him. You move so that you finally face him, and he allows it. Noses so close, feeling the other’s warm breath against your lips. 

Blinking fast, as fast as your heart has begun to beat. Why does he have to do this to you? He doesn’t know how much you love him, or does he? 

Law’s inked fingers search for yours, you let him hold your hand. “I- I… I like- you” he mumbles, still a little sweaty but definitely better than before. 

You gasp. And then, take your free hand to his forehead. He isn’t running a fever any more, but you decide to play dumb. “L-Law? you are delirious because of the fever, you a-” 

His lips, that suddenly find yours and crash against them with passion, shut you up. The first kiss with the man you love, and it’s been totally stolen by him, as he did with your heart… that’s why you call him, Dr. Heart Stealer. 

A kiss that goes from a simple peck, to a more intimate one. His hands pressing the small of your back against his weak body. The taste of his tongue, and the way you couldn’t stop from keep going… 

He flashes his golden eyes, once both decide to take some air in between so many kisses. “I like you, (Name)-ya…” he mumbles again. “And I know you like me too…” he finishes, this time showing pure red on top of his cheeks. 

The bell rings disturbing your night. Miserable, by the way. “A bottle of wine won’t be enough” you think as you walk towards the door of your apartment. Who dares to annoy you on a Tuesday night -while you are crying for him-?

“Yes?” you open the door, with the flame of hate burning in your pupils and the violence of a scorned person. But, you discover anyone standing right outside the door.  “Ugh… come on, now what? Fuck you kids, go play anywhere else!” you protest, and right before closing the door the most beautiful blood roses bouquet appears in front of your eyes.

Beautiful, yes. The hand holding it; tattooed. Of course, Law. Your ex. You try to close the door anyway; he isn’t fixing this with a flower bouquet.

“Stop, (Name)-ya. I brought you flowers” he says, low raspy voice and that outfit he usually wears when it’s winter; black boots, black pants, and black leather jacket.

“Stick them up your as-“ you scream, but your lips gets sealed by his warm palm.

“Come on, you don’t use such strong words with me, (Name)-ya” he shuts you up, pushing you inside your own home. “I’m sure you don’t want the neighbours to hear you… such a good girl you are” he whispers, with the biggest bouquet of flower hanging from his free hand over his leg, and his body pressed against yours.

It’s a shame he is so toxic, a man so handsome. so irresistible. so…

His palm abandons your lips, but now is his mouth what seals yours. He knows you are weak, so weak for him. And he is as week as you. You walk backwards, in between steamy kisses, until your shins hit your sofa.

With the tip of his index Law softly pushes your shoulder and you fall on the couch. Sitting there, with nothing to say, you are the prey of a beast that’s more than thirsty for you; he is hungry for your flesh.

“I brought you flowers” he says, smirking so sadistically. “I – I saw. But- we are not coming back together, Law” you firmly state with your body regretting every letter of those words.

He scoffs. Of course, you are doing exactly the opposite to what you are saying. Even if that man hurts, that man is also your drug… you are addicted to him, to his caramel skin, to his tattooed hands around your neck, to the way he pushes against a wall and fucks you until you could lose your consciousness.

“We aren’t coming back? Oh, that’s a shame, (Name)-ya… but who told you I’m here for that? I’m here to ask for your forgiveness and give you my last goodbye” he spits, enjoying the way your eyes widen. You are used to him always coming back, you are used to him never leaving… he is leaving for real this time?

You try to stand up, but he delicately pushes you down again. You are nothing but his ragdoll… and you don’t to lose him.

“L- Law…” you murmur, he is making you beg. You feel a degrading plead coming out of your mouth. Your fingers clench to his black jeans, pulling him towards you. And he smirks, and he laughs, looking at your pathetic self, ask for him one more time.  

“Hmm? What is it? You wanna tell me something? Show me sweet girl” he whispers, patting your head, sliding his hand down your cheek. “You want me to stay and fuck you, don’t you? Naughty one?” he now says, firmly and slapping your cheek softly not to hurt, but strong enough for you to feel it.

You grab your cheek, it’s tingling. And it feels humiliating, but it also makes you want more. You get to the buttons of his jeans, the zipper too lowering down, freeing his already hard sex. Manhood you don’t wanna lose, even if you end up losing your mind because of it.

But, Law is not willing to give you any freedom whatsoever. He wants to punish you… “You aren’t getting my dick, my sweet little slut… not until you beg for it. Beg for me to stay, beg for me to stretch you out” he orders, taking your hand off his sex and grabbing it by himself.

You bite your lips. You hate this man, as much as you want him. You despise him, as much as he makes you wet. And, you abhor him as much as you are already on your knees right as he likes.

You crawl on his long right leg, like the snake inviting Adam and Eve to sin. “Law- I- want you… please” you beg, resting your cheek on his thigh.

“You want me, (Name)-ya? But you told me we aren’t gonna be together any more… so, is this the last time I fuck your little cunt of yours? Tell me…” he plays and pushes you to the limit. The tip of his shaft, drips the right amount of precum over your lips, and despite him not allowing you to suck, you are blessed by the salty taste of it.

You nod. Desperately. At least one last time… you need him. “I- one last time, please” you whine.

“One… last… time…” he repeats, playing with his thumb over your lips, smearing the transparent products of his arousal. “Right, one last time then. Undress for me”

You accept. Your pyjamas fall to the ground. Quickly you get completely naked in front of him.

The red panties you were wearing, he inspects. “I’m taking this with me, if you don’t mind” he jokes, squeezing and saving them in the back pocket of his jeans. Pants that are almost falling down, as they get slightly stuck in the protrusion of his hipbones. Hallowed imagery of manly perfection, that makes you shiver and so hungry for his flesh.

“Ah… I’m gonna miss your body, (Name)-ya… but it is what it is” he says, pulling from your hair so that you slightly stand up and turn around. Your belly is now pressed against the backrest of the couch, and Law takes the time to spread your legs just enough for his hand to examinate how wet you are.

The surgeon plays with your honeys and comes closer to you. He kisses your shoulder as his index goes inside of you. “You know… I don’t think we should break up. I just wanna kiss this skin a little longer… and this tight, dripping cunt that’s only mine… must remain that way… mine” he whispers in your ear, accelerating the fingering motions, making your legs tremble and your core ready to explode.

You can only moan. Your forehead pressed against the backrest of your couch, your knuckles white from how hard your gripping to it. But he doesn’t want you hiding your face, and passing his freehand around your neck he pulls your head back.

“Don’t hide that slut expression from me, (Name)-ya. Show it to me how you even drool from pleasure…” he says, smirking with the devilishly smirk you have ever seen yet.

“Y-Yeh… Law- I’m com- coming” you barely stutter, as his fingering has now turned into violent beckoning motions. “I can’t- I’m-“

He laughs, with golden eyes on fire and his look becoming even more diabolical. “Coming? Without my dick inside you? No way, little slut of mine. Come on let me fuck your brains out” he says, taking his pants off and lifting his white shirt up to only show the tip of the heart tattooed on his chest. He tucks he hem of the shirt under his chin so that it doesn’t get dirty by how wet you are.

You wait for him, to feel him inside you, to fill you up… perhaps for the last time, but one more night…

“Ngh… I love your cunt, (Name)-ya” he grunts, letting himself slide inside you. You throw your head back, trying to get a hint of such a beautiful countenance enjoying your body.  And you do, as he grabs from your throat, pressing and pulling back.

You watch him from below, his long black lashes, the way his jaw muscles tense, the times he looks down at you and smirk this time with more than sexual intentions, but with the softest love of all…

“Ngh… don’t leave me—I love you” he moans. “I won’t… you are a drug I’m still not ready to stop indulging on…”