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If there was one thing that baffled Kid to no extent, it was his friend’s fascination with eating you out. Being the first real time committed relationship he’d had, Kid expected some mushy, lovey dovey bullshit every now and then and yet he was caught completely off guard with Killer’s insistent need to go down you at any and all times during the day. He’d even gone as far as pulling you mid conversation from your captain to go scratch the metaphorical itch.

Kid also couldn’t count the times he’d nearly walked in on the two of you, with your thighs wrapped around Killer’s head as he performed with gusto. He’d always managed to save himself the embarrassment at the last second, muttering curses under his breath, face burning as he stomped off to leave you to your fun and ignore the throb he felt in his pants. But numerous times of stumbling onto the two of you were starting to irk him.

Kid found you attractive, and hell you were, but Killer had won your heart and he respected that. It didn’t stop him from sneaking an eyeful when you bent down to get something out of the cupboards, or when you stretched your hands over your head making your breasts stand out proudly against your shirt. It was harmless though, just harmless appreciation, and that was fine.

But the last time he found you with your back to the mattress and fingers tangled in his best friend’s hair, flushed and puffing and back arching, he certainly didn’t run to his room and jerk off. Because that would be crossing the line. And he definitely hasn’t done it several times since, with the image of you screaming his name and hands gripping his red locks. And he absolutely didn’t feel like shit afterward, cum dripping shamefully from his fist, because that was his best friend’s girlfriend, and certainly off limits mentally and physically.

Recently Kid noticed you tugging Killer away much more often, with small giggles and subtle little gestures that only he probably cared to notice, which resulted in Kid feeling unreasonably jealous. Fortunately, no one seemed to connect his increasingly sour mood, with your frequent disappearances, but he hated how much it was affecting him. Especially tonight, in the midst of drinking and merriment with his crew he should have been perfectly content, but all he was seeing was your hand running through Killer’s hair, brushing against his thigh and the blush that spread at something he whispered back. Kid was well into being drunk and very far past the point of caring to hide the looks he shot at the two of you, looks that were about as effective as puffs of air. You were giggling and smacking at the blonde’s shoulder as his large hand gave a fairly indiscreet squeeze to your rear, clearly the both of you were well into your cups too.

Kid huffed; Wire had been talking his ear off about something but he hadn’t registered a word of it. A permanent scowl had etched onto his features, unable to tear his eyes away when you ‘accidentally’ leaned past Killer to take a shot, chest brushing against tan arms. After a minute, the two of you got up and left and Kid couldn’t hear himself think over the grinding of his teeth.

He huffed, taking a shot, and then another, and then another, slamming the last glass down with finality.

“Everything good Boss?” Wire asked.

Kid jumped a little when a hand clapped his shoulder, quickly shrugging it off and lumbering to his feet.

“ ‘s all good, jus’ need some fresh air,” he was already slurring a little.

“Okay, just don’t fall overboard,” Wire took his bottle of whiskey to another group to continue the night while Kid stood for a moment. He felt way too warm and his thoughts were fuzzy. On the table was someone’s untouched shot.

Fuck it, one more to do the job, downing the drink and stumbling out onto the deck.

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The air felt good. He hadn’t realized he’d been sweating in the mess hall and the sting of salt it carried helped to clear him up. He tried hard not to think about what, or who, you were currently doing, but his alcohol addled mind seemed to persist in it. Kid found himself walking down the hall toward a room in the back that was for the first mate and he knew that this was a very stupid idea but common sense was currently blunted. Some possibility told him maybe you weren’t having his best friend fuck your brains out, that maybe the two of you had just simply gotten tired and gone to bed, and somehow it made sense that he just needed to check, for his own sanity.

Rounding the corner, he could already hear muffled moans of his friend’s name and that slim possibility quickly disintegrated. At that point, he should’ve left; gone back to the party and gotten wasted beyond measure or just passed out in his own bed to deal with these annoying feelings some other time. That would’ve been the smart thing, especially with the sinful little sounds he could hear already getting him hard.

But then again.

He was drunk. You two were drunk and clearly preoccupied. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen it before, so what could one little peek hurt? Just a quick one. Besides, you guys were the one who hadn’t bothered to close the door all the way and if that wasn’t a sign from above, he didn’t know what was.

Using his prosthetic hand to gently and quietly nudge the door, Kid got an eyeful that had goosebumps erupting down his skin. Killer was standing, your legs thrown over his shoulders with your naked back against the wall as he buried his face deep into your cunt. In the light of the moon he could just see the glint of your essence that was already dripping down from his friend’s face, your head thrown back, eyes screwed up tight while you bucked your hips, trying to force his mouth deeper into you. Over your breathy pants the slick squelching sound of tongue lapping and wiggling into your entrance was impossibly loud and Kid was almost surprised everyone couldn’t hear it from the main dining hall.

He felt a traitorous hand start to palm at his crotch, already feeling the growing hardness. He had peeked, he could easily go back to his room now and beat himself off and none would be the wiser. But the way your chest shook with each heave, fingers crawling up to pinch and pull at your own nipples kept him glued there. Without thinking, he unbuttoned his pants, just enough to slip his hand in and take a firm grasp of his cock.

Killer shifted and you moaned, lips parting and he could see how wet and swollen they were from earlier abuse. Careful not to make a sound, Kid pumped at his cock, taking long slow strokes as he watched your tongue flick out to wet your lips. You gripped hard into Killer’s hair, his moans stifled by your flesh as a hand reached up to grope at your chest. You took his hand, moving it up to your mouth and taking his fingers, sucking and laving them with appreciation as another groan came from between your legs. Kid could hear his own soft pants, the precum starting to pool at his tip aiding in the smoothness of each twist of his wrist. Your tongue snaked around Killer’s thick fingers, taking three and sucking them into your mouth with a groan and that just wasn’t fair, how easy it was for Kid to fantasize you doing that to him. He squeezed the base of his cock, trying to slow down the build of pleasure that was tightening already in his stomach, who knew when there’d be another chance like this. He wanted, needed, to memorize every little detail. Killer shoved his fingers deeper into your mouth, resulting in a gag that thankfully covered the low rumble of a moan that bubbled in Kid’s chest.

His friend must have done something different, because soon you gasped, eyes open wide with a lewd drawn out curse as you arched your back, Killer’s slick hand returning to your breast, smearing saliva across the nipple as he kneaded roughly into it.

“Oh fuck…!” your body was tensing up, fingers digging into Killer’s scalp and you ground against his face. Kid could feel himself speeding up, pumping in short strokes as he felt his own release near. Your harsh pants, your quivering legs, your wide eyes, he couldn’t take too much more, and suddenly your eyes found his.

Shit.

He felt like an animal trapped in the headlights, hand still absurdly down his pants as your gaze locked on his. He waited for a scream, a yelp, something to alert to his unwelcome presence. Instead you tensed, letting out a load moan of “Oh Kid…!”

Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit.

You slumped against the wall, still supported by Killer, who had finally withdrawn from between your legs, sending a lazy stare over to his captain. Kid reacted finally, hastening to button up his pants and of course why did this suddenly become an impossible task now?

“Kid?” Killer asked.

Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit fucking shit.

A hazy grin spread over your features and from behind your thigh he thought Killer was smirking, that bastard.

“You just gonna stand there and lurk? Or are you gonna join us?” Killer asked.

He had managed to get his zipper halfway up before the words sunk in, stopping him with an incredulous look.

“What?” he replied dumbly.

Killer let you down gently and soon you were walking over to him, tugging him inside with his pants still half undone, completely unphased by your own nakedness, and shut the door.

“You want to join, don’t you?”

“I- “Kid was gobsmacked, because surely this couldn’t be real right?

“Oh, come on,” your hands went to his hastily closed fly, prying it back open, “You think we haven’t noticed you check me out?”

“You’re really not subtle,” Killer smirked.

He felt his face burn, opening his mouth and stumbling over his words as he tried to process what the hell was happening right now.

You motioned to yank down his pants and he recoiled, “What are you doing?” he sputtered.

“I thought it was pretty clear.”

Kid gaped, Killer was right there, he was watching and he was smiling? While his girlfriend was inviting him in for sex? They hadn’t been that drunk, neither had he for that matter, so was this for real?

“Relax, we talked about it,” Killer said, watching you back Kid against the wall and start working his pants down his hips, “Only if you want to though.”

His cock sprung free, still hard and unsatisfied and you grinned, “I think he wants it.”

Kid didn’t bother covering himself this time, the pair of eyes staring him down had him paralyzed. He looked from you to Killer, back and forth several times as the weight of the situation sunk in. If this really, truly was what he thought it was, then who was he to say no?

“You…” he addressed them both, “If this is some kind of weird prank, I swear I’ll gut the both of you.”

He barely swallowed the yelp that followed when your hand grasped his member.

“We’re completely serious,” you replied in a grave voice. He could see how blown your pupils were, threatening to swallow him whole if he tripped up.

Kid’s mind was racing. Your hand was on his cock, your hand was gripping his cock, your hand was-oh fuck that felt so good.

His eyes shot up to Killer, waiting for the punch, the fight, to get chopped up into little tiny pieces because he knew if anyone else had even so much as thought about doing something like this, that was the result. But Killer was simply pulling off his shirt and using the material to mop up the slick that still covered his face.

Kid felt you guide him toward the bed, motioning for him to sit against the headboard which he wordlessly followed. You tapped at his metal arm.

“You should probably take this off, I’d rather not get a concussion.”

Behind you Killer snorted, having already shed his pants leaving tented boxers as he joined you, head resting on your shoulder.

“I think you broke him babe.”

That snapped Kid to attention as he scoffed, releasing the latches to let his metal prosthetic drop to the floor with a thud. For good measure, he tore off his pants and kicked off his shoes, plopping fully nude onto the bed, resting against the headboard.

“So, are we fucking doing this or what?” he huffed, hoping he sounded more confident than he felt.

Killer smirked, and Kid hated how fucking smug he looked, especially with his cock standing right in front of you. He tucked his hand behind his head, feigning boredom as if he hadn’t been the one beating off outside the door only moments ago.

“I’m just warning you Kid, she’s pretty insatiable sometimes,” Killer said, “might even be too much for you.”

Kid was about to snap back but your hand resuming that light stroking down his shaft choked him, releasing a harsh breath instead.

“Fuck, I knew you were big,” you murmured. The way you eyed his cock sent a shiver through him and he had the sudden feeling of prey being cornered by a predator. He glanced to Killer again, still half expecting him to call the whole thing off and beat the shit out of him but it never came.

“Go slow with him babe,” Killer said, “I don’t think he’s gotten laid in a while.”

“I’ll be gentle,” you promised, already leaning forward close enough he could feel your hot breath against his shaft.

“S-Stop,” Kid gulped, fuck your mouth was so close to him, “Stop talking about me like I can’t hear you.” He released a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, afraid that if he so much as twitched wrong whatever spell was holding the three of you would break. Then you took the head of his cock in your mouth.

Kid hissed, hand going down to grip the sheet, watching in fascination as you started to work him deeper inside you. His eyes flew back up to his friend one last time, and seeing that he hadn’t retaliated even with his dick in your mouth, Kid finally relaxed a bit, letting his had fall back.

This was so much better than any of the times he’d tried to imagine it, your mouth was slick and hot, cheeks slowly distending and hollowing as you worked around the unfamiliar cock. And the noises, the sucking, slurping sounds were one thing but the moans and growls of content, as if you’d been waiting just as long to devour him, were shooting fire to his stomach. What you couldn’t fit into your mouth, you gripped with your hand, and Kid felt his chest puff.

Moving your grip downward, he felt as he hit the back of your throat, the tensing muscles constricting around his head and without thinking, he gripped your hair in a loose fist.

“Oh fuck, keep going…”

He swore he could feel you smile a bit, even stretched around his girth, as you took him impossibly deeper, pulling back on occasion with a choke or gag before resuming. The squeak of the mattress brought his head up, Killer had shed his boxers and was pumping his own erection in measured strokes. If he wasn’t currently experiencing the best blow job of his life, Kid would have half a mind to be embarrassed. Not that he hadn’t seen his friend naked before, but certainly not in so intimate a setting.

“She’s really good,” Killer murmured, free hand moving up to caress your throat, feeling the straining muscles and tendons there that were expanding to fit Kid inside. With Killer’s hand gently tracing your neck and Kid’s fisting into your hair, you moaned, sending vibrations shooting through Kid’s abdomen and causing him to groan in return.

“Fucking amazing…” Killer said and there was no mistaking the pride in his voice.

Kid was trained on your face, the slight watering of your eyes with each little gag, your nostrils flaring to draw in air. Your hand cupped at his balls, rolling them with a light squeeze and Kid sucked in a breath when he saw the tip of your nose connect with his pubes. He didn’t care to dispute the seemingly impossible physics of fitting his whole dick into your tiny throat, all he cared about was the pulsing, constricting grip that hugged him with each swallow.

“H-holy shit-“ you were barely moving but the sheer tightness that engulfed him already had that coil of heat building fast. He wasn’t ready for this to end just yet.

Killer leaned over to place a kiss on your back, and Kid watched as he started to work two fingers into you on the other side of him. Your eyes rolled back, hips moving eagerly to take him as a loud groan went shuddering through your throat.

“Oh-god-fuck!” Kid curled in on himself, that final set of vibrations sent him toppling over the edge as he fucked into your throat, shooting his cum inside. The surprise of it had you choking and sputtering, hot semen spurted from your lips as you tried to swallow the unexpected load. After a few more rolls of his hips, Kid realized what he’d done and released you head, allowing you to pull back and cough while you regained your breath.

“You okay?” Killer had stilled his fingers inside you, other hand rubbing down your back.

“’M fine,” you took a few more gulps of air, before canting your hips back, wordlessly telling your boyfriend to continue. You looked up to Kid now, the sight of his seed dribbling from you face would be something seared into his brain forever.

“You came faster than I thought you would,” you smiled.

Kid’s face flushed dark, “I’m-I didn’t-“

“It’s okay,” you nipped at the inside of his thigh, “as long as you can get one more for me tonight?” You ran your tongue along his softened cock and Kid hoped Killer didn’t see the way his whole body trembled.

“Yes!” Kid gasped out, pushing your head away from his overly sensitive shaft, “Yeah, just-I just need a minute.”

You moved your mouth instead to sucking at his inner thigh with a hum, “Just don’t make me wait too long.”

Behind you, Killer chuckled, “I warned you Kid.”

With the haze or orgasm still clouding him, Kid didn’t bother with a retort, instead watching as you left bruising little hickeys along his thighs, the squelching sound of Killer pumping his fingers echoing in the room. If he could, he’d stay like this forever, with your head between his legs, nipping and sucking at the skin and teasing his already half hard shaft with delicate little kitten licks. He knew just beating himself off with his hand would never be enough now, not now that he had the real thing and the real thing was hungry and beautiful and overwhelming. On a whim, his hand went up to your cheek, guiding your face up toward his, and running a thumb along your swollen lips. Once you closed your mouth and sucked at the digit, Kid knew he was gone for good.

His thumb dipped deeper into your mouth, amazed at the feel of your tongue circling around it and pulled it out to force your mouth open, your chin trapped in his grip. He cursed under his breath, seeing the wells of saliva already pooling in your mouth, tongue once again seeking his finger in desperation.

“Fuck, you’re so wet tonight,” Killer said, and the image that went through Kid’s head made his cock throb.

You pulled your mouth away from Kid’s hand to send a look to your boyfriend, “Can you blame me? Besides you’re taking your sweet time back there.”

An unseen maneuver of his hand brought a groan ripping from you before Killer withdrew his fingers. The dense slick that coated them made Kid’s breath hitch, watching the slow drip down his knuckles as Killer brought a fingertip to his mouth, grinning at the taste of you. The absurd thought of licking his friend’s fingers came and went, but Kid wanted very badly to know what you tasted like.

“I’m not as impatient as Kid,” Killer replied.

“Fuck off,” Kid huffed.

Kid jumped a little when you took his cock loosely in your hand. “I don’t know,” you said, “I think his impatience is a good thing,” giving a few long slow pumps till he was at full hardness once again.

He saw Killer taking his own member in hand, lining up with you entrance and the sudden gasp you gave told him he was pushing in.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Killer breathed.

You had abandoned Kid’s needs for the moment, forehead pressed to his thigh as your boyfriend slowly filled you. Even knowing for a fact you’d taken Killer plenty of times, Kid knew he and his friend were large people, his hand went forward to rub a thumb along your cheek in a small gesture of comfort. You nuzzled your face into his lower stomach and Kid could feel those hot puffs of air around his shaft but he waited. As much as he was ready to shove his cock back into your waiting mouth, he didn’t want to step out of line or compromise his already precarious position here. At this point, you and Killer were calling the shots and he was just along for the ride.

Once Killer had bottomed out, his whole body shivered with a harsh exhale of air. He took just a moment, before pulling out and sliding back, slowly at first, and soon falling into a familiar rhythm. The tight fists you had made loosened, eyes fluttering shut with a smile on your face feeling the push and pull of Killer inside you. Kid waited, wondering if now was the time he could jump back in, but you answered before he could make a motion, placing your hands on either thigh and opening you mouth in invitation. The sight alone nearly made him lose it, but he’d be damned if he came twice before Killer had even finished once.

Feeling more comfortable, Kid smirked down at you, languidly pumping at his dick before taking the head and guiding it to you lips.

“Good fucking girl,” he murmured.

You keened around his girth, taking him quickly into you mouth with an eagerness that made Kid’s throat close up, and it wasn’t long before you were working him down your own throat, encouraged with each thrust forward from Killer, once again meeting the thrush of red pubes with the tip of your nose. Killer seemed to have noticed, giving a particularly hard push that shoved your face completely into Kid and made you choke. Shooting a middle finger behind you, Killer’s shoulder shook with a quiet laugh, fingers digging into your waist as he thrust hard and slow.

Kid hated how quick he could feel his pleasure building again already, but the way you devoured him whole was ridiculous. He let his hand curl into the sheet, opting instead to watch as you pulled your head back leaving just the tip in your mouth, before sinking back down completely. His breathing was harsh, letting you work your own pace and bucking his hips just slightly every time he bottomed out in your throat. Killer was lost in his own pleasure, little purr like groans rumbling from him every couple seconds and Kid wondered if he was close yet.

Fingers tangled back into your hair, the grip tighter than before as he guided you up and down his length. Just had to keep it slow, the hot slick grip of your throat and whatever kind of magic you were doing with your tongue had Kid quickly seeing spots and his ego wouldn’t allow him to finish this quick, especially with how Killer was fucking into you as if he had all the time in the world. He just needed to slow it down, let Killer finish first then he’d let go.

But you grew quickly bored with the lazy pace, brushing Kid’s hand from your head and gripping his thigh as you took him harshly to the base, the smallest hint of teeth teasing along the veins and Kid bit hard into lip to keep from cumming. A small laugh from Killer, who was fucking into you now with vigor caught his attention, and Kid became aware of the breathy whines that had been slipping past his lips.

He’s waiting for me to lose it

The grip suddenly on his balls as you sucked hard around the head of his cock made him gasp, hand reaching up to grab you by the hair again, until your own pinned him down by the wrist. Kid motioned to free his arm but you were shockingly strong, keeping it out of the way while you bobbed up and down his cock with enthusiasm. His hips fought between backing off and shoving in deeper, feeling every little ridge of your throat hugging him impossibly tight as the moans came unrestrained. The increasing intensity of thrusts from Killer was forcing you deeper onto Kid and you could feel his balls already tighten, seizing the opportunity to take him whole with a hard clench of your throat, moaning deep around him.

Fuck not yet, not yet, fuck- Kid felt his vision go white as waves of melting heat ran through him, head thrown back and hips bucking freely as he came hard for the second time that night. You were prepared this time, face buried between his legs as the cum shot down your throat, letting Kid ride out his pleasure with a few more weak thrusts and waiting for his cock to soften inside you. With a shaky exhale and head swimming, Kid tried to move the hand you had pinned beside him but was shocked instead when you swallowed once more around his softened cock. The overshot nerves screamed as Kid gave a strangled yelp before you finally released him, licking your lips contentedly with a smirk.

“You got one more for me Kid?” you asked.

Kid wheezed, unable yet to form words as his brow furrowed. Any other time he would’ve tried a third round, but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d came that hard.

“I think you sucked him dry for tonight,” Killer said, yanking your hips back hard to meet his, “but I’m still here.”

Kid lounged back in orgasmic bliss, watching as Killer bent over pounding into you wildly now, and with your mouth free the moans and screams that came as you writhed into the sheets were a thing of sheer beauty. Killer’s hand went under you, rubbing at your clit and Kid watched your eyes roll back into your head. It didn’t take much longer for your head to snap up, every muscle coiling tight as your own orgasm went ripping through you.

“Oh god, oh fuck-“ A couple messy thrusts and Killer was gone, forehead to your back as he bit a groan into the skin, pumping inside as you milked him dry. With a final shudder he pulled out, landing back on his rear as you slumped down. For a minute the three of you sat in silence, soft pants and sweaty bodies as Kid wondered what he should do next.

You rose and stretched, and Kid couldn’t help but glance down to see the semen leaking from between your swollen folds, “I think the party’s still going. I wouldn’t mind going for another round of drinks before bed.”

Killer still sat on the bed, helmet back in hand as he adjusted the latch, “Sounds good to me, just give me a second.”

Kid was on his feet quick, not wanting to be caught with the two of you and get people asking unnecessary questions. He dressed in record time and was already stepping out with a “I’ll see you two there.”

But a quick glance down and Kid saw your discarded panties from earlier, having somewhat dried from previous activities. He turned his head quick and, seeing the two of you in the midst of soft liplock, snatched the garment and shoved it in his pocket before shutting the door.

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It had been two and half weeks since Kid’s encounter with you and Killer, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t think about it nearly every night. But it was a one off, a drunk fun time and nothing more. He was thankful for the chance but Kid knew he wasn’t getting more than that.

It still hadn’t stopped him from beating himself off, drawing again and again on the image of you choking around his girth. He’d used the panties to rub himself off so many times at this point they were ruined beyond measure.

Kid had been out plenty of times since then. He never had trouble talking up some drunk girl at the local bar, getting her to follow him to bed. But then the unthinkable happened, he just…couldn’t seem to finish. Even after plenty of petting and making out and foreplay, when it came down to it, Kid would see the person below him or on riding on top of him and every time he was thinking of you, of the way you stretched around his girth with pleasured moans, the way your body held those little beads of sweat as Killer and he fucked you and it just wasn’t the same. It would never be the same. Getting frustrated with himself he’d close his eyes and imagine it was you, crying out for him as your legs tightened around his waist, and then he was good, finishing with your name on his lips in a breathy sigh, much to the annoyance of whoever he happened to be with.

But he hated this mental block, having you plague his thoughts both in and out of the bedroom was driving him crazy. So, at this port he didn’t bother trying, knowing what outcome he’d receive, and instead, while others were out enjoying themselves, he decided to enjoy his bottle alone in the ship mess hall.

He wasn’t exactly sure if he was nervous or excited when you came in to join him.

“No luck tonight?” you asked.

Kid grumbled, swallowing straight from the whiskey bottle as you took a chair opposite him.

“This island’s full of hicks,” he said.

You chuckled, taking the bottle from his fingers and drinking a healthy gulp yourself.

“Because you have such exquisite taste in sexual partners?”

Kid grinned. He’d always loved that, the mouth you had on you, unafraid to give him his fair share of shit and God the mouth you had on you. His mind flashed to those coy lips stretched around his length, slick with saliva and cum as you stared up into his eyes.

He had to shake himself out of it, fuck this was not the time.

You took another healthy swig of whiskey, looking toward him with those half-lidded eyes he loved and hated all at the same time.

The two of you fell into easy conversation, passing the bottle back and forth, laughing about the antics of the recent raid the crew had run and the fools that thought they stood a chance against your might. At some point you’d joined him on his side of the bench, taking any opportunity to jab him in the ribs and Kid threw his arm around you. He’d done it plenty of times before, even after you started dating Killer, just a trusted sign of friendship. It might have been the booze but Kid felt himself loosening up, some of the recent stress of the past few weeks melting away as it was apt to do when he was in your presence. The bottle was nearly empty soon enough and as Kid finished the rest of it off, he tossed it unceremoniously off to the side. The clatter of it against some crate brought a sharp laugh to your lips. He felt good, the past couple weeks Kid felt like he’d been walking on eggshells around you, missing the easy banter the two of you once had but felt it too awkward after the shared night he had with you and Killer. Not that he would’ve traded it for anything, but he just wasn’t quite sure how to go back to normalcy with you when every time he saw you his head was filled with the pleasurable little moans you made choking on his length.

It was scary how he felt sometimes you could read his thoughts.

“You still think about the time we had?” you asked.

Kid flinched, not knowing if it was the alcohol bringing this up or if you were genuinely curious. He fumbled for an answer as you smirked knowingly toward him.

“You took my panties, didn’t you?”

Kid choked on his own spit. Fuck. He wasn’t sure if you’d notice that or not. He had been hoping the two of you were drunk enough to not realize it. Before he could put together some kind of excuse you shoved the table to the side, crawling into his lap. Kid froze as you settled yourself comfortably. Was this allowed? Did Killer know? He was ready to shove you to the floor but the brush of your breasts against his chest and subtle grind on his cock had him paralyzed.

You paused, seemingly confused at Kid’s inaction before you chuckled in realization.

“It’s okay,” you said, “Killer knows.”

Shit. It was one thing when Killer had been there to okay the situation, but now Kid wasn’t sure. It could have just been the booze talking. His mouth felt dry feeling you press into him, your lips so tantalizingly close to his. If he shoved his head forward just a bit more, he could finally taste you, and God how badly he wanted to know what you tasted like.

Kid gulped, “Does he really?”

Now it was your turn to pull back, a look of hurt on your face, “Of course he does, I would never betray him or you.”

You kept his stare as Kid searched your face. The honest look in your eyes helped to quell his fears a bit. He felt almost a bit ashamed of himself now, questioning your loyalty to his friend. Feeling a bit more assured of himself he nodded, but still couldn’t quite get his head to move forward.

Then your lips brushed his, just the gentlest swipe of skin but it was enough. Kid found himself wanting more, wanting to feel the plush flesh against his own and if Killer decided to eviscerate him afterward? Well, he’d had a good life. Snaking a grip into your hair Kid pulled you forward, lips crashing into a harsh meeting. He wasted no time in skin, teeth, lips, tongue, devouring and tasting you in any way he could. How long had he imagined this? Being able to kiss and hold you like this? It was messy. It was sloppy. It was more perfect than he’d ever thought it would be. You replied with eager enthusiasm, meeting each clash of lips and tongue with your own, threading fingers into his hair and pulling with a satisfied groan.

Kid broke apart, desperately needing air and panting hard, before attacking your neck with nips and sucks, relishing in the soft skin there and feeling himself harden even more. This was what he had been wanting since that night, while your mouth did wonders for him, he had never gotten the chance to feel you up, to grope the soft flesh and bring those little mewls of pleasure from you himself.

If he was going to go for it, might as well go all in. Kid worked quick, peeling the buttons down your front until your breasts were displayed shamelessly before him. He yanked the bra down, an afterthought, nearly ripping the fabric in the process, before attacking your nipple, tongue laving and sucking with satisfied groans. It felt so much better than he’d ever imagined, your skin was absurdly soft against his face and every gasp and whimper he drew from you sent blood rushing to his cock.

He pulled back to admire the view, and he wondered how many times he checked out your cleavage, discreet little glances when you wore a low-cut top or when your nipples poked through a tight-fitting shirt? Seeing your bare chest before him, still red from the attacking of his lips, with little traces of his lipstick smeared across the skin, practically made him dizzy. His hand grabbed an ample mound, just relishing in the feel of that pliable flesh, fingers pinching at the nipple just to hear those sweet little sounds you made. He shoved his head back forward, sucking against the pert nubs, enjoying the taste against his tongue. His cock was straining against his loose pants now and every little grind and press you made against him had his breath coming in heavier. Grasping him by the hair he felt you yank his head back, your hooded eyes boring into his as you came forward in a chaste kiss. Kid tried shoving forward after you, wanting more, wanting to taste more of you, but you pulled him back. In a moment you stood, shedding the bottoms you wore before crawling back into his lap. Kid’s eyes darted down immediately, taking in the slick that was already leaking from your pink folds and he felt himself lick his lips.

He quickly followed suite, freeing his cock from the confines of his pants and you wasted no time in grounding your cunt against him. Kid’s head fell back, a moan spilling shamelessly from his lips that felt loud in the empty mess hall. You were just so wet. The way you slid deliciously against him already had him seeing stars, but hell if he was going to lose it already.

“Wait,” he choked out.

You paused, eyes flicking up questioningly. Kid had to resist the urge to kiss you again, those sinful little lips turned up in a pretty pout.

“Can you turn around?” he asked.

Catching on to his idea, you quickly shifted your position, back to Kid with your ass on full display which he wasted no time sliding his cock against your cheeks. God, he knew you had a nice ass, could tell in those tight pants you wore and having it bare before him now was a dream come true. His hand handled one of your cheeks, roughly kneading the flesh before he gave it a well-deserved slap, practically purring at the moan you gave in response.

“Fuck Kid I need you inside me right now,” you panted.

Kid stumbled now, brain unfogging from the haze of lust just enough to mutter out, “Shit, wait I should get a condom- “But you twisted around to grab his face in your hand, squishing his cheeks together slightly.

“Kid,” and he shivered at how thick your voice was, “Killer knows. Now get inside me.”

And how the hell could he say no to that?

Taking his cock firmly in one hand, he helped lift your hips with the other, positioning you gently over him and once you started to sink down on his length, Kid bit the inside of his cheek to keep sane. Dear god you were so ridiculously tight. He could feel every single inch of himself being enveloped by your glorious heat and Kid felt an exhale leave him. It took you some time, Kid knew Killer was big, but he also knew for a fact his cock was thicker than Killer’s, and hearing your little whines and gasps as he worked you down onto him had his chest swelling in pride. You worked yourself, adjusting to his girth as you took him deeper, impaling yourself on his cock and once he felt your bottom connect with his thighs Kid fought the shudder than ran through his entire body.

His metal hand held your body planted against him, enjoying every little flutter of your walls as you sat around him. The other was digging into your hips so hard he was sure it’d leave bruises, but Kid’s head was swimming and he needed to desperately ground himself. He gave an experimental short thrust, and the high-pitched little whine you gave him in response made his blood thrum. He kept it easy, shallow thrusts as you stretched around his size because the way you had his cock in a vice grip Kid was almost afraid he’d hurt you. And if Killer ever found that out, he really would be a dead man. Your breaths were coming in heavier as Kid rested his head against your shoulder, lips mouthing against the skin until he felt you lift yourself almost completely off him before slamming back down. The full thrust brought a loud groan from the both of you. You caught his eyes, one hand tangling in his hair as you pulled him in for an open-mouthed kiss.

“You don’t have to be gentle with me,” you whispered, “I want you to fuck me Kid.”

Kid practically felt the way his pupils dilated at the words, a low growl churning in his throat as he claimed your lips again, taking a harsh nip of your lip to draw a little blood.

“Don’t blame me if you can’t walk tomorrow,” the words were low and raspy but seeing the smirk you gave him in return his restraint snapped.

In that bruising grip he lifted you, as if you weighed nothing, before slamming you back down as he thrust up. Kid wasted no time setting up a relentless pace, he couldn’t slow down even if he wanted to, the way you were tightly milking his cock for everything it was worth had him breathing hard, nearly wheezing. He let his head fall back, closing his eyes tight and gritting his teeth because if he kept watching the way your perfect little hole was brutally receiving him, he was gonna lose it and this needed to last. Every little pitched scream you made was a symphony, he could see your nails scrabbling uselessly against the metal hand keeping you balanced and he wondered if you’d actually leave marks. The thought sent a shudder through him. Your body felt limp, it was all you could do but get a single breath before Kid impaled you again and again, fucking into you like it was the last thing he’d ever do. His forehead came to rest against your shoulder and you could feel the hot pants of air on your skin. A long continuous groan was spilling from his lips as he lost himself in the pleasure and you decided test your luck and clenched harshly around him.

A lewd moan burst forward as you felt sharp canines sink into your shoulder, Kid’s hot breath puffing against your skin as he stilled himself for a moment shuddering violently.

When he regained some semblance of control he licked at the red welt on your shoulder, “Do you pull dirty tricks like that on Killer too?”

“Well Killer can usually take it,” you purred in response, and he licked his lips at the challenge.

He went right back to pounding into you, the hand on your hip snaking up to wrap around your throat and the way you nodded in response pulled his lips back into a positively feral grin. He remembered how amazing that little throat felt swallowing him whole and feeling how fragile and small it was in his large grip only made him want to squeeze harder. Your breath was coming out in ragged little gasps, vocal cords completely closed off by the thick fingers squeezing around you as you placed your own hands atop his to encourage him for more. Kid could feel the thrum of blood in your veins shooting through the skin under his fingertips and a hot coil in his belly was already forming.

“Couldn’t even wait for me to start huh?”

Kid froze on the spot at the voice of his first mate. He couldn’t even bother pulling out of you as all the blood in his body turned to ice. He watched Killer saunter over, mask already set aside, and give you a brief peck in greeting that felt absurdly casual given he was still balls deep inside you. Kid sat there dumbfounded, watching to see if any hint is displeasure or betrayal would cross his friend’s face but he simply ran a thumb along the little cut on your lip where Kid had bitten down.

“Always so harsh, Kid,” he tsked.

Kid gulped, seeing that things seemed to be okay he released a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, “She started it.”

“Has she cum yet?” he asked.

You shook your head no, a smile on your face as you were still lost in feeling of Kid’s massive girth.

“I was getting to that,” Kid huffed, his cheeks flushing.

He felt Killer lift you bodily off him, hard cock slipping out still soaked from your cunt and Kid shivered at the cold air that hit him. Killer sat you in front of his captain, letting your back rest against his broad scarred chest, as he knelt down.

His cock twitched, trapped against the small of your back and Kid couldn’t help but gently rut against you, frustrated at being denied his earlier release.

“Hang on to her for me will you Kid?” Killer gave you a quick peck to your inner thigh, “she tends to squirm.”

Kid obligingly grasped both your wrists, holding them tight behind you as Killer set to work kissing and sucking against your already reddened breasts. A stray finger flicked toward your cunt, and Kid felt you shiver in his lap, still sensitive from the recent bout of fucking.

Killer inserted two fingers, your head rolling back onto Kid’s shoulder, who wasted no time in burying his face into your neck, biting and sucking at the delicate skin there. He could hear the squelching as Killer fucked his fingers into you, each little tremor of your body shivering against his hardness.

Killer’s face dipped down, tongue taking a swipe at your clit and the way your body jumped at the contact made Kid chuckle.

“Make sure you hold her tight,” Killer said, before working his mouth more vigorously against that sensitive bundle of nerves. Groans spilled freely from your mouth as Killer worked you with his tongue and fingers, and Kid could only watch at the contortions of pleasure on your face had him hypnotized. He nudged his face to yours, alerting you to his presence, before claiming your lips against his. The breathy moans and pants of hot air he felt against his own lips went straight to his head as he latched on more ferociously, tongue delving into your mouth and swallowing your moans of pleasure as you complied, lips moving against his and smearing his lipstick further across your mouth. He could hear a groan from Killer as your head suddenly flinched back, eyes wide with a breathy “oh fuck..”

Kid looked over your shoulder, a harsh exhale from his lips as he studied Killer fingering you. He was three fingers in now, pumping at a ruthless pace and the way your body started to tremble and twitch told him you were close. Killer closed his lips around your clit once more, tongue attacking the abused nerves and suddenly your head fell back onto Kid’s shoulder with a high-pitched groan.

“That’s it baby, just let loose,” Killer murmured, his hand pistoning in and out of you, “Show Kid what you got.”

Your body started to buck wildly and Kid had to tighten his hold around you as a near scream ripped from your throat. To his amazement, a hot gush of liquid came spurting forth from your pussy, small at first before a gracious amount was exploding forth, covering Killer’s hand and wrist and your own thighs. Killer wasn’t daunted, still fucking into you harshly drawing more and more spend spilling forth with a satisfied grin pulling his lips and showing his teeth. Only once the gush of cum tapered off did he slow his fingers, pumping gently now drawing out a last few spurts of liquid and Kid could feel you trembling violently, your head still thrown back against him as your eyes stared at nothing. Killer finally pressed his fingers deep into you, simply holding them there and letting you feel the comforting stretch as you slowly began to come back to yourself.

Kid was breathing hard, what just happened was now burned into his memory forever and he was already replaying it in his head, not able to see enough of it. He’d heard about women squirting but had never actually managed to see it himself, Killer joking that he was too selfish in bed to make it happen, but hell if this is what it was like he’d certainly put more effort in next time. He could feel his cock achingly hard now, still pressed against the small of your back and he wondered how long it would take until you were ready to have him inside you again.

Killer pulled his fingers from you, giving them a lick and meeting Kid’s stare, “What did you think?”

“Fucking hell…” Kid’s eyes were still glued to the absolute mess between your legs now.

Killer’s brow furrowed in thought for just a moment, “Do you want to taste her?”

Kid’s attention snapped back to his friend, about to object but seeing the slick that dripped from his fingers held his words. Killer noticed and, before he could think better of it, brought his hand up to Kid’s mouth, fingers unceremoniously making their way past his lips. Kid jerked back, ready to snap at his first mate for just shoving his hand in his mouth, but the warm slick that hit his tongue stopped him.

Fuck you tasted so good, he’d been curious about it for a while and with the bittersweet flavor that spread through his mouth he finally understood Killer’s insistence with eating you out. Your spend was thick, a slightly sour taste and it was just so perfectly you. Kid shut his eyes, not wanting to meet Killer’s stare and felt his tongue swiping around the fingers, collecting every little taste that he could. Killer’s fingers withdrew and when Kid opened his eyes, he could see the two of you locking lips, his friend whispering small praises against your flesh between kisses. Kid could feel the heavy throb of his still unsatisfied cock and, hoping to bring attention back to himself, ground himself softly against your ass.

You pulled back from your boyfriend, a smirk crawling up your lips as you ground back against him, giving a soft moan.

You disentangled yourself from the two on shaky legs, making your way to the floor to lay on your back. Spreading your legs invitingly you playfully thrust you hip up at the captain.

“Well Kid, are you gonna finish what you started? Something about me not being able to walk tomorrow…?”

He saw Killer already settling beside your head, your lips mouthing at his jeans as he worked his cock free, and Kid’s knees practically hit the floor in his eagerness to get between your legs. He inserted a thick finger, just to feel how absolutely drenched you were. He could hear as you started to suck at Killer’s cock, the latter tangling his fingers in your hair as a satisfied sigh escaped his lips. He withdrew his finger, already lining up to enter you again and it was unfair how easily he slipped back inside you, walls clenching against him deliciously. His hands pushed back your thighs and this position was so much better, spread so beautifully wide for him as the tightness increased.

He glanced at Killer, lazily thrusting into your mouth and Kid hated that he knew once again his friend would outlast him. But it really wasn’t even fair, he had been so damn close before already and he knew once he started pumping into you, he wouldn’t last long. Pushing your legs almost uncomfortably far back he pressed his entire weight into you, red pubes meeting your slickness and even with Killer’s cock in your mouth he could hear the whine you gave. He gave himself a few long slow pumps inside you, jaw clenching at how tightly you clenched around him before his hips began to speed up. That coil of heat that had been sitting in his stomach was already firing back up and seeing the way your breasts bounced each time his hips snapped into you had him falling over the edge faster than he would have liked.

He still didn’t know the rules of this game you two played with him but finishing inside you felt like a transgression, too intimate to be allowed. With a heavy grunt he fucked hard into you, before quickly pulling out and fisting his cock as hard as he could. Hot cum shot onto your stomach as Kid pumped himself, his eyes watching every thick rope land against your flushed skin, some falling so dangerously close to your own heat. His hand slowed, milking the last few spurts of cum from him as he felt his entire body thrumming in the high.

He fell back onto his rear, and once he finally had some sense of himself, he could see Killer giving him a shit eating grin from his place up by your head.

“Finished so soon?” he asked.

Kid felt the heat that ran down his neck, he was still too gone to think of any snarky remark back.

“Fuck off…” and Killer’s smile only widened at the way Kid’s voice cracked.

Kid saw you raise yourself to your elbows, mouth temporarily free as you smiled at him, “You lasted longer than the first time.”

Kid shot a middle finger at the two of you, seeing Killer’s shoulders shake with a silent laugh. Soon the blonde had his fingers threaded into your hair, guiding your attention back to his own aching need. You laid back, mouth and hand working Killer’s cock as his hips worked their way closer to your lips. Kid watched you work, knowing exactly how good your tongue felt and he could see Killer’s hips stutter as you sucked him more enthusiastically, nose brushing against the blonde curls.

He pulled himself back between your legs, with how hard he’d just cum he doubted he could handle another round but at least he could help you get off again. Two thick fingers, traced your lips before slipping inside you, pumping at a casual pace and he loved the way you lifted your hips to meet each thrust of him. He could hear you moaning and the vibrations were obviously affecting Killer, little groans slipping from his own mouth as he fucked harder into your throat, a hand gripping your head hard. Kid quickened his pace, callused thumb coming up to rub against your swollen clit, a grin tugging at his lips at the muffled little squeak you gave, your legs widening in pleasure. He could see the muscles in your thighs tensing, you must have been close, and with a flash of inspiration he bent low to take your clit into his mouth, tongue working against the nerves as the taste of you flooded his senses.

You bucked into his face as you came, Kid drawing you through the orgasm with his fingers pumping. It wasn’t the spray of liquid that Killer had been able to bring forth from you, but he could feel the way your cunt gushed around him, tightening impossibly as he worked you through to completion. He rose back just in time to see Killer suddenly pull from your mouth, fingers twisting in your hair as the other hand milked his cock. Kid could see him pulse as he came, ropes of semen crisscrossing your face as your eyes closed. A shuddering sigh left Killer has he rubbed the sensitive head of his cock against your lips, your pink tongue darting out to taste and tease him as he shivered into the slight overstimulation. Being the clearest headed, Kid grabbed a couple rags from one of the counters, tossing one to his friend as Killer’s eyes slowly came back into focus, and worked on cleaning you up. Killer quickly followed suite, tucking himself back into his pants as he gingerly wiped your face free of semen.

Eventually Killer gathered you up in his arms, collecting your discarded clothes as he readied to carry you off to a well-deserved rest. You had your boyfriend pause, staring over at Kid who had settled himself back at the kitchen table.

“Let’s do this again soon okay?” You said, “And just tell me next time you want a pair of my panties.”

Kid flushed as Killer carried you out, a smile stretching his lips.