Your life aboard the Victoria Punk was nothing less than a fantastic adventure. That was to say, you truly never knew what the next day might bring, be it full of exciting pirating and treasure hunting or terrifying battles. One could never be sure in the New World. Though despite appearances, you had a taste for the unknown, and relished the opportunity to seek it.
Since following Killer to the seas after his win of the competition, you had seen and done so many things you never dreamed of experiencing in your life. You hadn’t been sure how willing his Captain would be in allowing you to become part of the crew. However, it hadn’t taken much convincing to let you stay.
You suspected Kid’s respect of Killer had something to do with it–it was something you had noticed between the two of them during the events of the competition–but you weren’t going to complain. The fact that you had been granted the permission to stay with your beloved was a dream come true.
You were still settling into life on the ship, and where you fit into the crew dynamic. While you weren’t a fighter, Killer was confident that you’d still find your purpose aboard, and that he’d help you in any way he could to ease the transition.
You found yourself standing along the front railing of the ship’s lower bow one evening a few weeks after having boarded the ship. The maw of the figurehead gaped, it’s sharp teeth surrounding you. But the sight no longer gave you chills. Rather, it was now comforting, enclosing you in a protective manner.
The blowing breeze rustled your clothing, the chill of the evening air biting against any of your exposed skin, but the glowing of the distant sunset was too beautiful to miss. Such a view would never be possible from your house back on your home island. Had it always been so beautiful? You couldn’t say.
You take in a deep breath, holding it in your chest for several seconds, before letting it go as a contented sigh. It had only taken a few days to desensitize to the salty stench of the air, and now it was something you knew you’d miss upon reaching shore of the next island. How quickly one’s perspective could change.
Footsteps behind you alert you to the arrival of one of the crew. You straighten, and make to turn around, but a pair of arms settles on the railing on either side of you, keeping you in place. His large body presses gently against your back. Recognizing the calloused hands that gripped the railing, the surprise dissipates into a sense of calm. He hums when you relax against him, but says nothing more.
For a long while, the two of you simply watch the rolling ocean, content to follow as the sun dipped below the horizon. And even now when the sun was absent from the sky, you were kept warm by Killer’s chest. He was never cold, a fact you were now grateful for.
“Didn’t see you at dinner.” He suddenly muttered next to your ear, causing a shiver down your spine.
You hummed in acknowledgement, hands letting go of the railing to lace through his fingers. “I wanted to watch the sunset. Guess I lost track of time…”
He nodded, letting another small moment of silence pass between you.
“The rest of them are already eating, but I don’t mind cooking something separate for you.” His thumbs caress the edge of your fingers, absentmindedly making soft circular motions, as if he didn’t realize he was doing it.
“Not particularly hungry.” You say, thoughts trailing now that you didn’t have the sun to focus on.
“You shouldn’t go without food.” He chastises gently, concerned that you were so willing to skip a meal. “It’s no trouble, Y/N. Anything at all, just tell me what you want.”
The way he caressed you, held you close, whispered beside your ear, now occupied your mind. And though the tenderness kept your thoughts innocent enough at first, the lower your gaze travelled down his muscular arms the more explicit they became. A slow smile spread on your lips.
“Now that you mention it, there is something I want…” You trail off in a coy tone. “…it doesn’t involve food, but it’s justas satisfying.”
“What do you-?” He stopped himself short, hands ceasing their movement as he put the pieces together. He was a smart man. It didn’t take long. “Oh.”
Daring a glance at him, tilting your head so he could see the desire in your expression. His was hidden behind the striped helmet you’d grown so used to seeing, but the way his chest rumbled and lifted behind you with a deep breath gave away his growing interest in your suggestion.
“You did say anything.”
“So I did…” Your eyes close as his fingers unlace from yours, slowly sliding up your arms to settle on your shoulders. He guides you to turn, your back to the railing to face him.
He steps closer to rest the helmet against your forehead. Hands slide upwards now to cradle your face in between them, his knee sliding in the space between your thighs to rest against the growing heat in your core. You hiss at the friction, and the sound makes him shudder in anticipation.
His voice was low and breathless through his helmet, he made to pull back. “We shouldn’t. Someone might see-”
“Don’t have to do it here.” You mutter, biting your lip as you shift against his knees, squirming in place so he knew just how much his close proximity was affecting you. A sudden boldness overtaking you, you reach up and drag one of his hands on your face to place it over your clothed breast, which heaves with each of your shallow breaths.
His own chest lifts and falls at a faster pace, and he takes the initiative to squeeze the breast you’ve so willingly offered him. His helmet tilts down to watch, only kneading the soft mound further as you gasp in pleasure. Even through your shirt and bra, it feels stimulating. His concern disappears the longer his attention stays rapt on you.
You hum in satisfaction, looking up to his helmet with pleading eyes. While this would be the first time the two of you had been intimate, you sense a growing urgency, an…excitement from him that you weren’t used to. Maybe the thought of getting caught, or taking a risk, turned him on more than usual.
Might as well go all in with your intention, you reach down to palm his pants which now sport a very obvious bulge. He groans, breath stuttering, and you feel the helmet rest heavier into your forehead.
Fed up with the damned thing, your free hand lifts to pull it off of his head and holding it loosely behind him. He doesn’t resist, and the man normally so shy about showing his face now looks at you with unabashed, open lust. His pupils are blown wide as he takes in your face.
You have barely a moment to take in his adoration, before his lips close onto yours in a desperate kiss. All trace of the normally patient and gentle Killer is absent in that moment, so focused on the way your hand kneads the hardening bulge through his pants. His hips jerk forward of their own volition, seeking a greater pressure.
This behavior is so unlike him, you love every second.
The sound of the waves crashing against the ship as it sailed forward was little more than background noise as the blood rushes by your ears, your breathy whines spurring him on as he continues pawing your chest greedily.
You break away, a moment of brief clarity washing over you as you realize that yes, anyone could finish with their dinner and come out to see you two in your passionate embrace. While the idea of getting caught was thrilling, Kid would mercilessly tease the two of you for weeks if he did happen to stumble upon this scene. And know Killer, he’d be reluctant to engage with any sort of intimacy with you for a long while afterwards.
“Please, Killer…” Eyes half-lidded, mouth open as you breathe out what you wanted to say. You don’t even get to finish your thought as he suddenly reaches down to pick you up by your thighs, bringing your aching core right over his straining erection and forcing you to wrap your arms around his neck. One hand still holds his helmet. “My room-”
“Mine’s closer.” He said in a harsh breath, hands coming to squeeze your ass as he turns with you wrapped around his waist, rushed steps taking you both back into the lower decks of the ship.
His pace is fast and uncertain as he hurries towards the direction of his door. Lips locked with yours, eyes closed to relish the taste and intensity of your kiss, he accidentally bumps your back against several walls. He navigates the hallways by memory alone, but each obstacle makes him growl with impatience.
Somehow you don’t run into any other members of the crew, either still eating their food in the kitchen or having already wandered off to bed for there night, neither of you had the forethought to care much at all.
Finally, you’re pressed against the door to his room with a thump. One of his hands releases it’s grip on your ass to fumble for the handle, still kissing you soundly until his fingers graze over the brass piece to get it open.
Stumbling through, he kicks the door closed with his foot and you unceremoniously drop his helmet to the floor. Now in the privacy of his room, you knew he wouldn’t mind it being discarded in a place someone won’t find it. And now free, you tangle your fingers through his luscious blonde hair, tugging at the strands on the base of his neck. He grunts, feeling you tug harshly.
Gravity plunges as he drops you onto the bed. You lay sprawled in the midst of his comforter, gazing up at his lust-addled expression with raw need as he works in a hurry to rid himself of his shirt. The obvious tent in his pants makes you bite your lip again.
Unwilling to be apart from you any longer, he crawls over top of you, larger frame dwarfing yours as he swoops his head lower to kiss along your jawline. His teeth scrape lightly against your skin, earning startled yelps every time he underestimates his own enthusiasm. Soft sucks and licks demonstrated his non-verbal apology.
His cabin is filled with breathless pants as he makes his way further down, hand trailing under your shirt to brush against the bra underneath. While his actions are driven and unforgiving, you still sense the care and attention to you in every single one.
It’s hard to tell who is the more impatient one between you, especially as you squirm underneath him in an effort to remove your shirt. It’s hard to focus on anything but the way he tongues and mouths at your neck. You’re in desperate need for as much skin-on-skin contact as possible, wanting to feel him close, to feel the strength of his chest with your fingers.
Realizing your goal, he pulls away from your neck to help you toss aside your shirt, your bra following quickly afterwards. They land somewhere on the floor behind him, exposing your breasts to him and the open air. A shot of lust goes straight to your core as he eyes your body with hunger. You’ve never felt such desire directed at you before.
A gasp and moan escape your lips as his tongue curls around the nub of your nipple, followed only moment later by his teeth and lips. Your fingers tangle into his hair and pull him closer to your chest, wanting more, hoping he won’t stop. The sensation is so good, you nearly miss the way he fumbles at the button and zipper of your pants.
It’s only after he slides them down with a quiet ‘zip’ and his fingers disappear into your wet cunt do you notice what he’s been doing.
“Killer…Ah~!” You cry out, grip tightening on his hair. He groans at the pain, but doesn’t let up as his two fingers pump a steady rhythm in the warm embrace of your walls. It’s impossible to still the jerk of your hips as you seek a deeper sensation, and he’s more than happy to oblige.
His thick fingers, rough and calloused from fighting, send tingles and shocks down your nervous system. Every slide has you gasping, each curl sending your muscles spasming with impending pleasure. Clearly, he’s enjoying your noises. His hum against your chest vibrates around your nipple, only adding to the sensation.
Somehow in the midst of your blinding lust, you manage to snake one hand down to his pants, fumbling to free his cock from the last barrier of clothing between you. “Killer…” You whisper in a choked cry. “I want you inside…please…”
Your begging is like a switch. He swears against the skin of your breast, pulling his fingers from your heat in a rush as he sits up to get his own pants off. Feeling just as impatient, you shimmy out of your bottoms and underwear, discarding them carelessly off the bed and to the floor.
Sitting on your knees, ylatch your mouth onto his neck when you finish undressing first, giving him a taste of his own medicine. He’s tough and strong, and you know he can take it as your teeth bite just above his collarbone.
“Y/N…” You hear him strangle out a groan, struggling to get the pants past his left foot. You hum in pleasure, loving the way your name sounds on his lips.
He grunts when his foot finally clears the leg of his pants, and they fall to the floor in a pile. He’s clearly frustrated that it had taken so damn long, and you yelp as he grabs your legs out from under you, using his immense strength to press you back down into the bed, holding your thighs open to either side of his hips as he returns to being above you in a dominating fashion.
You shudder as his hard cock nudges through the folds of your pussy. He doesn’t immediately attempt to enter, despite the rush you were both in, wanting to savor that last moment of blessed anticipation.
“God, you’re so wet…” He mumbles before crashing your lips together again. Chest heaving against yours, he adjusts his hips and slides his length into your waiting heat.
His lips swallow your needy moan, fingers flexing against the skin of your thighs as he sets an even and determined pace. Each thrust is accompanied by the squelch of your slick as he enter you over and over. All you can do is wrap your arms around his back and hold on for dear life.
“Feels…s-so good…” You whimper as you break away from the kiss for air. Every nerve is alight, the slide of his cock deep inside of you making your toes curl. Whatever you had thought about saying after disappears as he adjusts the angle of his hips to hit even deeper inside of you. “Ahh, more~!”
He curses against your neck, panting his hot breath over your skin. You can feel the way he trembles beneath your hands, desperate to seek his peak just as much as you were. Your bodies were quickly becoming slick with sweat, the exertion of your desire mounting.
He groans deep in his throat, fingers tightly squeezing onto your thighs as he plunges into your pussy with renewed vigor. You’re a writhing, screaming, breathless mess as his cock takes you recklessly. Your volume is loud enough that there’s no doubt the other would hear, but neither of you find it in yourselves to give a damn.
That coil of pure ecstasy that had slowly been building in your chest up to now accelerates in speed, and you’re shocked at how quickly he’s bringing you to orgasm. It’s almost too fast, but before you can voice your thoughts your nails dig painful scratches into the flesh of his back, your chest arched forward into his chest as your body is wracked with the crashing of your pleasurable waves.
Your strangled gasps go straight into his ears, and he lets out a debauched moan, gaze so laden with pleasure you barely recognize him. He fucks into your clenching cunt with relentless thrusts, satisfied that he’d brought you to your peak and now simply seeking his own.
The drag of your teeth against his pulse point is the final straw, and he shudders his peak plunged deep into your body. One more lackluster thrust, then a second, sees him completely spent.
The muscles in your thighs ache and shake from being held in such a stretched position for so long. Killer’s hands slowly release your legs and you gently wrap them around his waist, keeping his softening cock in you for as long as he was able to stand it. He collapses onto your body, too exhausted to keep himself up any longer.
The cabin is quiet, save for your tired, panting breaths. Sweat swiftly dries on your skin, the cooler air of the evening coming through an unseen crack in the wood wall. Your fingers trail gentle trails along his back, as if to apologize for the angry red lines you know are likely present. You hadn’t been gentle with your nails.
It takes several minutes for either of you to gain enough energy back to move, and even then, neither wanted to. The warm embrace of one another was pleasant despite the sweat that stuck your skin together. That feeling of intimacy trumped all else.
You had every intention of cleaning the two of you up, but given how sleepy you felt, and how Killer hadn’t yet moved from above you, the heaviness of your lids became too much to fight against in the end. Sleep beckoned you, lulled you to close your eyes and accept the peace it promised.
Wrapped in the embrace of your lover, you found a restful night ahead. The teasing you would wake up to tomorrow morning was sure to be uncomfortable. Definitely worth it, though.
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