Honest, all you’d been trying to do when you went in search of your captain was to report to him the number of injuries from the battle. It had been a close call, and no one had really come out unscathed, yourself included. Although, compared to some of the other injuries you’d seen, your sprained ankle and the slice on your shin was practically a scratch.
But thanks to the diligence of the medics onboard the ship, most wouldn’t have lasting damage. Such good news you’d wanted to relay to Drake yourself, to ease any doubt he might have held onto from seeing his crew harmed. That was it.
The fact that you were now clawing desperately at his jacket, your back shoved roughly against the wall of his bedroom as you nonverbally begging him to take it off, all the while his tongue ravaged your mouth, had come as an absolute surprise.
You were a dutiful member of the crew, and despite having those hidden feelings for the man, you knew how to be professional and keep those desires in check. His dedication to his men was admirable, and it wasn’t just your infatuation with him that made you wish to provide him some comfort.
You really don’t know how you’d gotten to this point, but you weren’t going to complain.
Drake’s passion shocked you, the aggressiveness of his wandering hands, to the way he claimed your lips and refused to give them up, even as the little air left in your lungs began to run out. You would have pulled away, if not for the untamed need to kiss him with everything in your being.
Every rumble and groan he made in the back of his throat had your heart beating unpredictably fast, a pang of pleasure shooting from your chest down to the apex of your thighs. Your whines and cries of more were swallowed up by his greedy mouth, plundering with his tongue in a way that made your knees weak.
Finally, finally, when even his lungs could take it no longer, his lips pulled away from yours, only to seek out the skin at your jaw and further down beyond that. Your hands buried themselves in his hair while you gasped for air and because his mouth felt absolutely phenomenal trailing kisses down your neck. You could barely breathe.
His fingers trailed down your shirt, before reaching the hem and beginning to lift it from your torso. Much too slow for your liking. You helped him take the garment off of you, reluctantly pulling away from each other so you could throw the thing off to the side. You bra followed only a moment afterward.
His own jacket was shucked off behind him, leaving you both in just your pants. He closed the space between you again, but instead of pursuing your exposed breasts like you’d expected, he simply pulled your bodies together so your chests met, his heaving against yours as he tried regaining his breath.
“Drake-”
“I nearly lost you.” He mumbled close to your ear, a helplessness threading in his tone. “Nearly watched you die.”
“I’m here. I’m alright.” You mutter breathlessly, hands untangling from around his neck to slide down his shoulders. You couldn’t have imagined that this was how you would have your first time together–you couldn’t have imagined ever having a first time together, though the fantasies had been there–but now that the moment had come, you desperately wanted to continue.
Drake pulled away from you only as far as was required to bring your lips together again. You felt his arms circle around you, lifting you up so he could carry you to his bed. You felt your back meet the comforter, the much larger frame of the man you loved hovering above you.
The aggressive passion that he’d started all of this with had lessened a degree, but it was still present in the way he claimed your lips. His hands wandered your freely exposed skin with reverence, circling around your breasts before squeezing them gently. You arch into his touch, wanting more.
He groans low in his throat as your hand finds and kneads at the bulge in his pants, the straining member underneath pushing against the fabric in an obvious desire to be released. His hips thrust forward, seeking further friction.
In your mind, your first time would have gone at a much slower pace, the two of you exploring and learning every inch of your skin together, a relaxed and leisurely pace matching that of the rock of the ship. However, his desire to feel you, to confirm that you were here with him, body and soul, was all consuming and contagious. Your own burning need wouldn’t allow anything less than a fast and rough fuck.
Both of you are rid of your clothing much quicker than you thought possible. You cry out with pleasure as he rubs his erect member through the slick of your heat, not quite entering you but teasing the thought. The severe blush on his face alone is nearly enough to send you reeling into bliss.
Drake looks at you in a odd moment of clarity, eyes seeking yours. “Can I?”
“Yes~! Yes…please, yes…!” You cry, fingers digging into the sheets with anticipation. Your eyes close, preparing yourself for the feeling of being full.
Long, drawn out moans leave both you and Drake as he penetrates your hot, wet sheath. Fully encase, he takes several seconds to bask in the sensation of being inside of you. Until you needy move your hips and begs through frustrated moans for him to finally move.
He fucks you rough, as if you’d done this a hundred times together already, as if he was so familiar with your body that he could do with you what he wished without fear of breaking you. But this is the first time, and you swear to yourself it will be the first of many, many more times after that.
You aren’t sure who is louder, you or him. You aren’t even sure the rest of the crew can’t hear your wailing moans of pleasure, but you can’t find it within yourself to care, so quickly nearing your peak with his cock pistoning into that spot in your cunt that makes your toes curl.
You’re shocked when he pulls out of you, spurts of his hot cum painting your stomach a sticky white. You watch with erotic fascination as it oozes down your skin, but the moment his fingers begin swirling themselves around your clit, you cease to pay attention to much at all, thankful to be once more chasing your blissful high.
“Wanna see you fall apart…” Drake groans into your ear, leaning over you to place your foreheads together. Your arms link around his neck as he continues stimulating your most sensitive spot with such precision. “Come on, baby…”
His words, coupled with the way his fingers stroked you so insistently, had you shivering out your earth-shattering orgasm in a matter of seconds, body shaking from the waves of sensation crashing through you. Your mouth was open, mere centimeters away from his own, with a silent cry.
The space in between you is hot with your panting breaths, and so spent from the rough sex, Drake eases down onto you in exhaustion. He doesn’t seem to care that he’s laying on his own cum that paints your torso white. Neither do you, now that you think about it.
“Y/N…” You hear him mutter into the sheets beside your ear. You hum, letting him know you were listening. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. I was just feeling…like I needed to feel you, and that I couldn’t wait any longer.”
You can’t help but laugh, stroking his hair with your still-shaking fingers. “Maybe not…but I’m glad you did.”
“I take it that means you feel the same way as I do.”
“You could say that.”
“Hmm…” His own hand reaches up and begins slowly circling your shoulder in a comforting gesture. “That’s relieving.”
“You know, I’d say that was about as forward as you could be with a confession of feelings.” You say, amusement coloring your tone. He gives a huffed laugh beside you.
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