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punks-never-die205 · 9 months

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Closed Doors

Fem Reader x Eustass Kid

One Shot - 2,063 words

CW: Language, sexual themes and situations, semi-public sex, safe sane and consensual, jealousy. 18+ only

Summary: Eustass Kid misunderstands a conversation you had and some intense - but consensual sex ensues.

Kid grabs you by the arm and pulls you out of the club. You're not sure why he's mad, you just know that he is. The grip on your arm doesn't hurt, but it's strong and there's something about how he's acting that's making you nervous. There's only been a few times that he's made you feel nervous and for the most part he wasn't angry, he was scared.

"Kid, what's wrong?" You manage to ask as you cross the parking lot toward Victoria.

He brings you around, pinning you against the car's door. There's a fire in his eyes and the tilt of his grin is more sardonic than playful. You're not sure if you should be concerned or turned on.

"Flirting with other guys right in front of me like that, eh Mouse? Pretty ballsy." His grin sends a shiver through you and you feel your stomach drop. Apparently you had settled on being concerned and turned on.

"I wasn't -." Your words are cut short as he tugs the collar of your top aside and practically bites your neck. You cry out pleasure and surprise into the night air, holding onto him even as your knees start to shake.

Eustass Kid could be impossibly gentle when he wanted to be. Even though his fighting style and manner were more Bruiser and Barbarian, Eustass himself was surprisingly elegant. Those stark differences were thanks to his attention to the fine details. From tinkerer to roboticist to fighter to captain, Eustass Kid was analyzing things to a degree people rarely gave him credit for.

Some of his lessons were hard ones - like when he lost his arm, but most of his trial and error was under more controlled conditions. Like when he spent nearly six hours one day exploring your body and exhausting you into a boneless pile of pleasure by the end of it.

That skill set was what also allowed him to walk the very limits of your pain tolerance while still pushing pleasure into your body.

"You make these whore noises for me, Mouse, not for anyone else." There was a dangerous edge to the hot words that spilled from him, but you weren't afraid. You weren't even angry, admittedly. A little confused, but hearing him talk so dirty that you could feel the grit of the words against your skin was unexpectedly hot.

"I - I didn't make any noises for anyone in the- mmhumrph!" His rough kiss cuts off your words and you hear the locks pop on the car. His hand holds your face where he wants it and his tongue steals your breath and words. Moans of pleasure turn into concerned whimpers as you struggle to breathe. He breaks the kiss just before you had considered kneeing him to give yourself a reprieve.

"Kid - I..." you gasp for air, you don't know what has him wound so tightly.

"Get in the car." He growls, and you do. You imagine he means to take you home, where you can sort out whatever is going on, but he follows you into Victoria's back seat.

Before you can ask him what's going on he lifts you into his lap, your back to his chest, his prosthetic hand - the big hydraulic metal one he usually wears in public - cupping your face with surprising, but immovable, care. Your arms are at your sides, when Kid moves you as he pleases it's best to just let him. There are better times to struggle, but you trust he won't hurt you while you're working through whatever this is.

"You're mine, Mouse." He growls his right hand parting your legs to either side of his before his hand grabs the inside of your thigh.

"I am," you see no reason to argue the point. Your skirt - the one he had asked you to wear - was already hiked up to your waist. Your lacy panties were meant to be a surprise for him for later, but the crotchless design was about to be found out. "I wasn't flirting - I w-wouldn't with anyone but you."

Your hands are holding onto his prosthetic, trying to give yourself enough leverage to keep talking despite the iron grip.

"You were smiling at that waiter. That smile, that's for me," his voice is angry, hurt even, but there's a strange desire in it, as though he knows he can trust you, even as the gears of jealousy spur him on. The swirl of emotions has him in a mess and he's trying to direct it.

Kid hadn't been mistaken about you smiling at the waiter. You had been talking to the waiter about Kid, so your smile had been because of him, not the waiter. There was no way for him to have heard what you were saying though, and you hadn't realized the intimate expression you were making.

"I was - Aah-hngh!" Kid's hand reaches under your top and twists your nipple. It was a little more pain than pleasure, but it wasn't cruelly painful.

"You're gonna make it up to me, Mouse, flashing that smile at someone else." He interrupts you. "We're behind closed doors right now."

You felt the heat rush through you. He wasn't wrong. Victoria's doors were closed, but when you agreed to a dom/sub relationship with Eustass you hadn't expected the caveat of keeping it behind "closed doors" to be utilized in this way. You just wanted to make sure there was a distinct line in the sand between what you two did intimately and what you did as part of the crew.

The accidental effect had essentially cut off any kind of exhibitionist style BDSM, which you were a bit on the fence about to begin with, but since you never stipulated what kind of doors, you found yourself in a unique situation. Eustass had marked this as a session. He was angry and hurt, but probably more at himself than at you and this was a controlled way to calm down. On the other side of that you had agreed upon words for sessions so you could end it, slow it down, or ride it out.

You swallowed hard. "How... can I make it up to you?" Even as you ask you're already shifting your hips against the straining bulge in his pants.

"Fuck me raw, right here, right now, like a good little pet mouse." His voice is low and husky and demanding, the words and their tone nearly cause you to moan.

Sure. Why not? It was dark, and Victoria's interior was dark. The windows weren't tinted, but you were at the back of the lot and the club was at its peak. No one should be leaving for a couple hours, and you were both wound so tight it wasn't going to take long.

You nod, and his hand releases your face, leaning you forward to hold yourself up against the back of Victoria's front seats. You can hear him undoing his pants, as his right hand slides down your ass and over your panties.

"Oh, Mouse, you're a dirtier bitch than I gave you credit for." Eustass' voice was full of delighted amusement, even though it was still rough and low. "Crotchless panties huh? Whore clothes to go with those whore sounds, and fuck you are already dripping wet!"

His fingers plunge into your pussy as he says as much, and you grip the seats as your body squirms and a moan escapes you. It was aggravatingly unfair how much he could effect you like this.

After a minute of teasing you he pulls his fingers out and smacks your ass. "Get to work, Mouse."

You reach behind yourself and guide his hard, twitching cock into your soaking hole. Moaning with pleasure as he stretches and fills you so well. Steadying yourself against the back of the front car seat you move your hips. It's not easy to ride Eustass, for no other reason than he's so thick in the waist. By the time your legs reach the bed, the mattress gives too much for you to get leverage.

If he's on a chair you can hook your feet on the tops of his thighs, but the position pushes your clit into his body and you're cumming so fast you lose strength in your legs. Not that he minds, but you had felt a bit guilty since you mean to do all the work during those times.

This position, however, worked out surprisingly well, and after a little adjustment, you had a good pace going. Eustass was appreciative enough that he didn't do or say much. An idle hand would caress the curve of your ass, and at one point you reached back and smacked your ass with a cheeky grin.

That had the intended effect and his hand came down with a sharp sting, eliciting a hissing gasp from you. It was an odd way to acknowledge his frustrations, but everything about your relationship with him was a little odd. You could hear his breath starting to get heavy after a few minutes as pleasure built up in both of you.

You were trying to focus on keeping your pace, the building pleasure already starting to make your legs shaky when Eustass grabs your hair.

"I said to lean back on me, Mouse." He growls into your ear.

"Ah - s-sorry, I didn't hear - mmm - you." Your voice is airy and full of gasping moans, you're so close and trying to stop yourself from cumming first.

"Better hear me now," he growls, biting your ear as his fingers spread your lips apart and he very lightly teases your clit. "Scream my fucking name when I make you cum, Mouse."

Eustass' prosthetic hand grips your waist and his cock slams deep into you. His light touch on your clit becomes hard and rough and he pounds pleasure into you that you cannot stop. Your hands are on his arms, trying to keep yourself stable as he pounds into you like one of his machines - steady and relentless.

You don't hold back your moans, crying your pleasure into the car, legs twitching as you scream his name more than once. Your bodies tensed against another, as you clamp down on him, and he fills you full.

"Fuck, you get like a vice sometimes (Y/N)." He growls, his movements stiff and jerky for a few seconds. "It's almost too much."

"If you... didn't tease me... then I wouldn't cum so hard!" You gasp, collapsing back against him as his dick slips out with a crude wet sound.

"Making this my fault are we?"

"Yes," you reply, still trying to catch your breath. "I was... talking about you, you ass!"

"Huh?"

"To the waiter, I was talking about you. That's why I... I didn't even know I was smiling like that." You admit, covering your face as you feel your ears go red.

You give a small yelp as Eustass hugs you tightly to him. You didn't have to see his face to feel the heat radiating off of him. You also didn't have to ask if he was okay, as he was already hard and twitching against you. Despite what he would like you to think, you knew it wasn't actually easy for him to get hard unless he was happy.

The better his mood, the more he liked to tangle himself up in you.

"I was gonna make you walk back in there with my cum dripping down your thighs before we left," he murmurs into your neck, his teeth nipping against your skin as his fingers idly tease your dripping folds. "But now I think I'm just gonna fuck you on the hood of my car before we go home."

You shake your head. "Oh gods no, please not out in a public lot like this!" You're caught between interest and mortification, and right now the mortification is winning.

"Mmm, not against getting railed on the hood then?"

You laugh, "You're killing me, Kid."

"At least if it's my fault you'll go with that hot blissed out look on your face, Mouse." He teases, turning your face toward his and kissing you. "Lemme get a towel for the seat and we'll go home so you can clean up."

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