Kid Wants to Watch
Characters: Eustass Kid
Reader: AFAB, no pronouns
Word Count: 3.3k
CW: Explicit N.SFW content, PWP, voyeurism, mutual masturbation, toys, vaginal penetration, light praise and dirty talk, pet names (baby), Kid being soft
Summary: Kid wants to watch you touch yourself. You decide to indulge him despite your initial reservations.
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“I dunno, Kid,” you said, rubbing the back of your neck. “It would be embarrassing.”
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Kid said. “I just don’t see why it bothers you? We’ve fucked plenty of times.”
“It’s not the same,” you said, looking sheepish before you continued. “I… To be honest, Kid, I don’t like being watched. I haven’t told you this before, but I… I already find it hard to be naked in front of you.”
That caught Kid off guard. He thought back to your previous trysts, how you had initially been hesitant and even a bit guarded, how he had to work to get you to let go a little. He had figured you were just shy–it never dawned on him you had an issue with your body image.
“Is that why you prefer it from behind?” Kid asked.
“Pretty much,” you admitted, making him frown.
“You know I think you’re hot, right?” Kid rested his flesh hand on your thigh, squeezing lightly for emphasis.
The stunned look you gave him told him you did clearly not, and he ignored the ache in his chest as a result. Had he really never made that obvious to you? He made the mental note to do better. There was no reason his partner should feel anything less than perfect.
You fidgeted, and Kid knew you well enough to know that your face was probably heating up–though he couldn’t tell if it was bashfulness or lust.
“Well,” you said, playing with your fingers nervously, “if you really think so, I could try it. But I don’t know if I’d be able to focus, you know? I might not be able to… Get there.”
Kid tried not to show the surge of excitement he felt. “Even if you couldn’t, that’s fine. And you could stop whenever you wanted, just like always. Not that you have to do this at all! There’s no point if you’d hate it.”
Your eyes slid upward in contemplation. Voyeurism was far from something you were into, but you did not miss the way Kid leaned closer when you considered his proposal, nor the glimmer in his eyes. Despite his harsh exterior, and despite how you had butted heads in the past when you were still getting to know each other, once you started dating, his demeanor changed noticeably. He had a tender aspect to him underneath it all, though he didn’t show it as often around the rest of the crew (Killer aside–Kid had no problem doing things like pushing you against the wall and kissing your neck while Killer was around, which had been slightly mortifying at first.) He was gentler with you, even soft at times. And while he would never expect sexual favors as a result of treating you well (though he did not mind pretending to do so in bed,) you kind of wanted to indulge him.
You spent the next few days thinking it over, and approached him with your decision not long after that. There was only one rule he had to follow if he wanted to watch.
“I…” You started, avoiding eye contact, “I usually… Read, to get in the mood. There’s this book… A-Anyway, no matter what, you can’t look at it. Okay? That’s all I ask.”
Kid eagerly agreed, not really giving a damn about a book when the prospect of fulfilling a fantasy of his was so near.
At least, he didn’t think he would care.
Now, with you lying naked on the bed, one hand holding the book you read from while you idly ran your thumb over the buttons of your vibrator with the other, he was starting to get curious. There was no image on the cover, though the title’s font was large enough for him to see from his perch on the foot of the bed–’Fever Pitch’–obviously some trashy romance novel. Without much else to go off of, though, he had no idea just what kind of content was written within. Was it straightforward, vanilla sex, or were you indulging in dirtier fantasies? Alas, he had to honor the agreement.
At first, you had glanced at him often, visibly self-conscious. After reading for a bit, though, you started to relax. You must have gotten to a good point, because he was starting to notice the subtle signs of your excitement: The dilation of your pupils, the way your lips parted slightly, the intense focus on the pages. The look in your eye was the same as when he had fucked you in the past, and it was enough to make him hard.
You rested the vibrator between your legs, settling it against your clit but not turning it on. It was a short wand-style device, less than 8 inches in length, the gently curved end indicating it was meant for both internal use as well as external. He wondered, with a spike of heat in his gut, if you would penetrate yourself with it.
You left the vibrator as is, abandoning it to instead bring your hand to your chest, and you groped and massaged a breast with a sigh before starting to rub your nipple. The smallest noise slipped out of you then, a faint whine that made Kid throb. He had expected as much, having long since figured out you liked being touched there, but seeing your response never got old. He quickly unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. The sound of the zipper made you look up, and at the sight of his heavy length in his palm, a visible shiver ran through your body. Kid tried not to groan.
“Don’t worry about me, babe. This is okay, right?” He asked breathily.
“Y-Yeah, it’s fine,” you said, voice higher than usual in your arousal. If you hadn’t committed to letting him watch, you would have shamelessly asked to suck him off. It did more for you than masturbating ever could. The way you looked at his cock probably made that evident, the hunger in your gaze enough to make Kid reconsider as well. With reluctance, you looked away, turning back to the book.
You switched between your nipples, rubbing and gently pinching one and then the other, breath picking up. It must not have been enough, because after a minute, you stuck the top edge of the open book under the pillow to keep it propped open, and, with both hands now free, played with both nipples at the same time. Another whine slipped out, and you pushed your head back into the bed, biting your lip in an attempt to suppress your noises. It didn’t really work, which was fine by Kid; the strained little sounds of pleasure were enough to make him leak, pre-cum beading at the tip of his cock.
Kid started pumping himself slowly, taking in the sounds, the arch of your back, how your thighs pressed together around the toy. This was exactly what he had wanted to see, and he reminded himself to thank you properly later. Almost as pleasing as the sight was the thought that, despite what you had said, you were comfortable enough with him to be enjoying yourself.
You reached down with a hand, fumbling for a moment with the vibrator’s handle before finding the right button, and clicked it a few times until it was at a good intensity. Then you pressed your legs together to hold it in place and brought your hand back to your breasts to keep teasing your nipples.
“Fuck,” you cursed softly, eyes closing for a moment as your breathing picked up. The three points of stimulation were good, of course, but it was more teasing than anything else–the pressure from the vibrator was too light, so you couldn’t really build up to anything substantial without physically pressing it against you. At times like these, you wished you had an extra hand to manipulate the toy while you played with your breasts. The thought of asking Kid crossed your mind. You were sure he’d agree, though it may not have felt as good in practice, since he wasn’t you, he wouldn’t know exactly how you liked using it. And this was supposed to be him watching, not participating. Maybe you could try it another time. Kid was a surprisingly good listener; with a bit of direction, he would probably figure you out, just like he had in the past. You had never been that honest with what you wanted in bed, but he had always taken the time to open you up, figuratively and literally.
The thoughts took you out of your headspace somewhat, so you turned back at the book, scanning over a favorite passage of yours, one that never failed to heat you up. Imagining yourself taking the place of the protagonist, you reached down to your vibrator again, clicking the intensity a little higher. This time, you left your hand on it, pressing it snugly against your clit with a whimper.
Kid could now hear the buzzing of the vibrator, and the sight of you slightly bucking your hips made him do the same, thrusting into his hand and groaning. You looked and sounded so fucking good like that, legs trembling, eyes flicking back and forth over the book, desperation audible in every sound that left your throat. A masterpiece, for his eyes only. He only wished he could watch you every night.
One hand gently grinding the vibrator against your clit, the other still tweaking a nipple, you felt electricity build between your legs like static on a dry day, fuzzy and sparking. Initially, it built slowly, but then the wet smacking of Kid stroking himself became apparent, and it surged faster, carrying you toward the edge.
You peeked at him. He was jacking off faster than before, at a similar pace to yourself, the glistening skin of his cock indicating the pre-cum smeared all over as much as the noise. Between the flushed red tip of him, still leaking, and the flex of the bulging muscles in his massive arm, you suddenly did not think you needed the book any longer. You threw your head back into the pillow, moaning airily as you climbed higher and higher, able to make it to the end with the sight and sound of him alone. Was this why he wanted to watch? You now understood the appeal.
Now that you stopped paying attention to the book, Kid spoke, voice ragged with lust. “Feeling good, huh, baby? You look amazing. Sound amazing. So fucking hot, I could watch you all night... I bet you’re soaking right now, aren’t you?”
You keened a broken affirmative, and his low chuckle jolted through you like lightning.
“That’s what I thought. Keep going–be a good little slut for me and don’t stop until you cum.”
The words made you dizzy with need, and you urgently clicked the vibrator up another level. You never penetrated yourself with the toy, only really needing your clit stimulated and not caring much for internal vibrations in the first place. The vibrator wasn’t big enough to satisfy you anyway. As you braced your legs against the bed to buck harder, though, you thought about who was. Close to the edge, in your heated, desperate state, clenching greedily around nothing, you suddenly longed for it. You could climax as it was if you kept going, but it would feel so much better with him, and you frankly no longer cared if that meant he didn’t get to watch you bring yourself to the peak.
“Kid,” you moaned.
He tightened his grip, throbbing at the sound. “Yes, baby?”
“Please, Kid, please fuck me. I need it so bad, I–!”
You didn’t have to ask twice, Kid all but pouncing forward before you could finish your plea. He hovered over your form, dwarfing you with his huge body, arms caging you in as he gazed down at you hungrily. He only took a moment to commit the yearning on your face to memory, not intending on keeping you waiting, before he lined himself up with your cunt. He kissed you briefly, open-mouthed and hot, lightly biting your lower lip to make you whine.
For a second, you glanced at the book worriedly, its contents now visible to him. Kid followed your line of sight, then reached for it, but he only closed it and placed it on the bedside table so it was out of the way before turning his attention back to you.
“Here it comes,” he murmured, and then pushed his hips forward.
Kid always savored this moment, the slow parting of your lower lips, the heat that enveloped his cock as he breached you, the near-constricting tightness of your insides. Both of you gasped at once, your free hand coming to grip his bicep. Even as wet as you were, there was some friction from the sheer size of him, and your eyes rolled back.
“Oh, fuck,” you moaned, back arching. “So big.”
If there was one thing Kid especially loved about you, it was the way you acted like every time was the first time. He couldn’t help a smirk, even as the snug warmth threatened to overwhelm him. He didn’t stop until he physically couldn’t go any further, cockhead pressed against your cervix. He was long enough that a few inches were still left outside, but you took the majority like a champ, as always.
“There you go–mm!” Kid’s praise broke as you clenched around him. “Fuck, baby, you take it so well…”
Kid pulled out a little before sinking back in, starting up an easy pace that had both of you moaning unabashedly, each affected by the sound of the other. He filled you out perfectly, effortlessly sliding against your g-spot with each pass without even trying due to size alone. Combined with the vibrator rumbling against your clit, it was almost too much. Almost. Your eyes glazed over, jaw slack, every nerve on fire as you succumbed to the throes of raw pleasure.
“Kid!” You cried out. “Oh, Kid! I can’t–I can’t last, it's, it feels so good! I…!”
“Don’t hold back,” Kid panted. “Go ahead. Cum on my cock. I won’t stop until you do.”
Easier said than done with how you were gripping him now, tightening up in rhythm with his thrusts, but he would hold out. He would do anything right then to see you finish, and if all it took was a little patience, even he could manage.
Your fingers dug into his arm, hips rolling to meet his, moans pitching a little higher. Kid lowered his head to take one of your nipples into his mouth, and once he started to suck, it didn’t take much longer. Your moans went from high-pitched to almost inaudible in your breathlessness, a tell-tale sign that you were on the edge. He thrusted harder, snapping his hips forward, struggling to hold back with his own release teetering so close.
For a minute, there was nothing but the mindless, carnal satisfaction of riding that edge, Kid switching to your other nipple as he fucked you good and deep. You went from gripping his bicep to gripping his hair, pulling at the roots, and he moaned against your breast. The slight vibration, though small in the grand scheme of things, was enough to crest the wave, and your breath hitched as your orgasm crashed over you.
“Ah!” Kid gasped at the powerful contractions of your walls, his hands sliding to your hips to grab hold before he was pounding you into the mattress, drawing out your climax while racing to his own. “Fuck, fuck, Y/n!”
You barely heard him, drowned out by the ecstasy radiating out from the point where you were connected, pulsing in time with your heart. Kid’s grip on your hips became painful, his pace stuttering until he sheathed himself entirely with a penultimate moan, going still as his release spurted inside you.
As soon as your orgasm began to die down, the vibrations against your clit became rapidly overwhelming, and you quickly shut off the toy. You set it down by your side, closing your eyes and catching your breath, then opened them to look at Kid. He was watching you fondly, a small smile on his lips.
“We should use that vibrator more often. You came really hard,” he remarked. “Or was it the book?”
“It was your dick,” you stated bluntly, making him laugh.
“I’m serious.”
“Me too, buddy.”
Kid huffed and leaned down to kiss you, relishing in how your eyelids fluttered closed in turn. He pulled out with a grunt of oversensitivity, making you wince from the same, and kissed you again in apology.
Collapsing at your side, Kid wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in close, pressing a kiss to your head before resting his chin there. Your sigh was one of complete and thorough contentment, settling in and feeling utterly safe against the bulk of his body.
“I gotta say,” Kid said after a minute, “I do wonder what’s in that book that got you so wet.”
You buried your face into his chest, voice somewhat muffled. “It’s embarrassing.”
“You’re not helping my curiosity at all,” Kid teased.
For a moment, you didn’t say anything. Then you lifted your chin to meet his gaze, looking shy despite having just had your guts rearranged a minute ago. “...Maybe it’s just because my clit is still throbbing, but… I dunno, that was so good… Maybe I’ll let you read it sometime.”
Kid’s brows shot up in surprise, but you put a finger to his lips before he could respond. “You would have to promise not to make fun of me! If you laughed even once, I would… I would…”
“Break up with me?” He offered, lips tickling your finger.
“Yes,” you said.
Kid closed his mouth around your finger and sucked on it, tongue curling around the digit.
“No,” you sighed, instantly placated.
He released your finger with a laugh, and you giggled as well.
“Don’t feel obligated,” Kid said, “after all, that’s a whole can of worms you’d be opening that you might not be ready for.”
“What do you mean?”
Kid gave you a look, one that your body responded to immediately, already feeling like you could go a second round. His voice dropped low, soft and seductive. “Me, knowing your kinks in intimate detail? Are you really sure you could handle that?”
A shiver ran down your spine. When he put it that way, it was harder to be apprehensive about the idea. And agreeing to let him watch had gone far better than you expected. Maybe letting him take a peek at the book would also turn out similarly well…
You grinned. “I can handle anything you give me, big boy.”
“Famous last words,” Kid said smugly, “don’t look so confident.”
Unable to change your expression, you opted to shove your face back into his chest instead. For all his talk, there was no way Kid would ever push your limits without asking. It was one of those hidden, unexpected things about him that only made you fall further. The thought brought a wave of affection through your chest, warming you from the inside as much as his embrace warmed you from the outside.
“I love you,” you mumbled into his chest, and the tightening of his arms around you indicated that he had heard it.
“Me too,” Kid rested his chin on your head once more. “Love you lots, Y/n. I won’t make fun of you. Much.”
“Jerk,” you said without any venom.
“Yeah, I am. But you love it.”
And you smiled, because you did.
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