You found it in one of the many treasure chests the Whitebeard Pirates had pilfered from the cargo hold of another crew's ship, folded and pressed neatly at the bottom. You nearly missed it, covered in jewels, coins, and many ornamental trinkets some royal family was probably missing very dearly.
A dress, regal and ornately adorned with lace and small gemstones. The color was gorgeous, unlike any gown you'd ever seen. It was clear it belonged to someone with a lot of money or power, or perhaps both. A common woman wouldn't have the beli to afford such a thing.
Gently pulling it from out of the box, you held it up to see it in it's full splendor. It unfolded, sweeping low to the floor. You had expected a goofy ballgown of some kind, but the skirts appeared surprisingly fitted. If worn, it would cling to the legs of the woman wearing it. A small slit rose up to just under knee level, an enticing little window and to provide ease of walking in it.
Looking behind you fr anyone who might see, you hold it up to your own figure, eyeing where the bottom hem brushed the floor as you squared the sleeves up to your own shoulders. With a start you realize that...there was a possibility it might just fit you. Would that be too gaudy of you, to take such an item from the chest without asking Whitebeard first? All treasure was his, in essence, but surely no one would miss one little dress...
In the end, you drape the gown over your arm, stalking back towards your quarters to actually try it on. No use holding onto the thing if it actually didn't fit...
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By some miracle...the gown was practically a perfect fit. Perhaps some loose fabric around your hips, and the top's cut dipped lower between your breasts than you were used to, but for the most part...the ensemble didn't look half bad.
You stand in front of your mirror, turning this way and that as you observe yourself in the mirror. In all ways, you look the part of a royal. You were, by all definitions, a pirate of course. But there was a certain fantasy fulfillment seeing yourself in such an extravagant gown. You smile at yourself, feeling a wave of confidence. You are beautiful, without a doubt.
It's uncanny. A fleeting thought of what Marco would think of you wearing it flitted briefly across your mind, and the next instant, there was a gentle knock at your door. You turn your head just in time as your partner peeks his head inside.
"Y/N, dinner's almost-"
He stops, silent as his eyes rake down the dress and your body in it. You can see the surprise morph into clear interest in half a second at most. You swallow, seeing the way his eyes linger on the low dip of your neckline, stepping all the way into your room and slowly closing the door behind him. It shuts with a loud click. He gives a low whistle, smile widening.
"Well, well..." Marco mutters, taking his time to approach you. "Where've you been hiding this little number?"
"Found it in one of the chests from today's haul." You say, flashing him a smile and doing a little twirl, finally turning back to look at yourself in the mirror. "You like?"
"Like doesn't begin to cover it, yoi."
He's biting his lip, finally coming to a stop behind you. His eyes continue to take in your visage from the reflection, never stopping in one place, caressing your curves and dragging obviously down where the slit shows a little of your leg.
"I feel...powerful in this. Important." You admit, hands smoothing down the fabric around your hips, and his own come to place themselves on yours, guiding them back up to your sides. You feel him pull you back into his chest.
"You look powerful." He agrees in a mutter, meeting your gaze in the mirror. "And I shouldn't have to tell you how important you are, Y/N."
His hands slowly slide from atop yours and begin their own exploration, trailing wherever he saw fit. So far, he avoided all the parts of you that he knew made you tremble, but you both knew it was just a matter of time before they found their way there.
"Mmm...I could always do with some reminding..." Is your whispered reply, leaning your head back to rest on his shoulder. His lips press into the skin of your neck, kisses chaste and light.
"What a forgetful woman..." He chuckles under his breath. "Maybe I should make you watch, so you always remember."
Your breath hitches as his teeth gently drag along your skin, tongue not a moment behind to lessen whatever sting he might have caused. You look at your reflection, in the way you practically melt back into him, and the intense way he eyes your figure in the mirror.
You're surprised as he leans forward, guiding your upper body until you're holding onto the edge of the mirror with both hands, his chest leaning over your back.
"Stay just like that for me, ok?" He gives a little nip at your earlobe with his teeth, earning him a sharp gasp. "Don't look away..."
"I won't..." You promise breathlessly, fingers tightening around the mirror's frame as his hands trace your sides down to your ass. He kneads and massages the skin through the fabric of your dress, teasing and yet simultaneously turning you on.
His fingers trail up your calf, dragging the hem of the dress with it up your leg. Inch by inch, he reveals more of your skin, and you shiver at the feel of his hands caressing you as they go along. He laughs at your reaction.
"Barely a touch and you're so responsive, yoi." Another several inches the dress goes, until he bunches it all around your waist. Your panties are on full display for him, and you wiggle your hips a little in encouragement.
The way he's looking at you, so full of lust and something heavier clouding his eyes in the mirror's reflection makes your core throb with need. You shift in place, pushing back in an effort to feel his length pressed against the place you need him most.
But he pulls away, just enough to prevent you from seeking that friction. It pulls a whine from your throat
"Were you thinking about me when you put this on?"
"Marco, please-"
"I think you were." He grins, one hand lowering to trail the edge of your panties in a cruel tease. You bite your lip, closing your eyes in frustration, but he gives your ass a gentle smack to get your attention again. "I think you imagined what I'd do to you when I saw you in this damned sexy dress, what I'd say, and just how I'd rile you up before we really got things started..."
You can't help but moan as two fingers hook through your panties and slowly slide them down your legs. His words are as erotic as the look he gives you in the mirror.
"I bet you thought of the way my fingers would feel buried in your wetness, yoi..." He whispered, breath quickening as he trail two of his fingers along your slit. You jerk with sudden, unexpected pleasure. "Or maybe, naughty woman that you are, you thought of my cock instead-"
"Yes, yes. I did." You admit unashamedly, staring at your own pinched, pent-up expression in the mirror. "Please, Marco, for the love of--aah~!"
You're struck silent as two of his digits sink into your dripping core. Your spine arches, hips pushing back into his hand to try making him go deeper. But he doesn't move them, the damn tease that he is. He just stands there behind you, watching every twitch of your brow and bite of your lip. You want to cry, but all you can do is moan for more.
"Eyes on me, Y/N." He commands, finally relenting and pumping his fingers in and out at a steady pace. You're squirming and gasping at the way the pads of his fingers rub against your walls just right. "I want you to look at me, yoi."
The authority in his tone draws your gaze to him again, and you know you look a pretty mess, dress bunched up around your waist and panties slid halfway down your legs as he finger-fucks you without mercy.
Watching him watch you as you take his fingers so eagerly is hotter than you expect, and the coil of lust deep in your belly rises at an alarming rate. Maybe he sees it, the impending, sudden orgasm. If he does, he intentionally speeds up his fingers to push you over the edge even faster.
"That's it...just like that." He mumbles to himself, pleased with the way you've come so undone.
Perhaps you should be embarrassed how quickly and how hard you cum, thighs shaking and dripping with your slick as you shower his fingers in it. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, your mouth is open in a silent cry, unable to voice anything other than a shocked gasp.
"Beautiful, yoi." He continues in awe, hushed tone growing ragged as he unzips his own pants. You're shaking arms and legs grow further excited as you feel the tip of his erect cock between your thighs. His fingers were perfect for an appetizer, but you've been dying for the main course since he'd walked in.
"Marco-" You plead, breath leaving you in a rush when his tip presses against your pussy lips. "Please~!"
"How can I resist the request of someone so beautiful?" He asks with a gleam of lust in his eye as he looks back at you in the mirror. And without a moment of hesitation , you groan when he slides himself to the hilt inside of you.
His eyes close in pleasure, feeling your around him so wet and tight. The position allows him in so deep, hitting a spot that made your legs tremble and your toes curl. And when he begins to move, hands settling on your hips to provide him with better leverage, you know to hang on to the edges of the mirror as best you can.
The wet slaps of your skin, your joining lubricated with the aftermath of your first orgasm, mean Marco can fuck you fast and rough. You can't look away as he throws his head back, losing himself in the way you take his cock. A ragged groan rips itself from his throat, and it's such an erotic sight. The pirate rarely lost control, and you relished the sight as much as you could.
Your shaking arms fight as best they can to keep his hips from slamming you forward into the mirror. The impact makes you rock back and forth on your feet, thrusts bouncing your breasts within the fabric of the dress. One has broken free of the neckline, bouncing in sync with the way he thrusts.
The two of you caught in pleasure is a picture you won't soon forget, the mirror providing the perfect way to burn this vivid memory into your head for as long as you live. It's beautiful, the way you lose yourself in each other...
Marco's hips begin to stutter, to pick up their pace as he nears his end. In a desperate play to make you cum a second time, his hand reaches down and toys with the bundle of nerves of your clit. You're startled enough to lose the strength in your arms. The resistance gone, you're shoved cheek-first into the mirror's glass, breath fogging up the reflection as his hips piston into you with reckless abandon.
It's too much, all at once, and through the litany of moans escaping your throat, you recall crying out his name. His only response is a low groan.
If not for his hand holding you up, you'd have collapsed as your second orgasm hits, rocking through your body with such force you begin to see black at the edge of your vision.
Your muscles clamp down on his cock like a vise, pulsing and tightening until he's thrown over the edge of pleasure along with you, stilling as he spills himself deep into your core.
Your room feels too hot, the fabric bunched around your waist uncomfortable on your sweaty skin. You both pant into the silence, gaining back your breath and strength after such a rough round of sex.
You've no doubt missed dinner by now, but another hunger has been satiated in the meantime. If anything you both can get food later once the rest of the crew had all eaten their fill.
Marco slowly lowers his forehead to rest against your back. "Keep the dress, yoi..."
You chuckle. "Deal."
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